A/N: Yeah, see what happens when I watch the Tony's? Complete musical mode people! C'mon I had tourcher Riley.

Greasy Riley:

By: LOSTrocker

Riley was helping Ben with paper work. He didn't mind helping his friend. It was what one called "male bounding" but lets face here paper work could be summed in one word: boring! So, while Ben slipped out for a few minutes Riley took it upon himself to make things a little more interesting. He went to his CD collection and smiled when he found one of the albums that he loved but haven't listened to in a long time. He smiled when the music started. All familiar tunes started flowing back to him. Riley went back to work. All was fine and dandy until the song came on. It couldn't be stopped.

"Well this car is automatic
It's systematic
It's hydromatic
Why, it's greased lightnin'!"

Riley couldn't help himself. He was singing along. First he started off slowly but one really couldn't contain themselves when they heard this song.

"...We'll get some overhead lifters and four barrel quads (oh yeah)
Keep talkin' whoa keep talkin'
A Fuel injection cut oh and chrome plated rods (oh yeah)
I get the money you bet i get the money
With a fourspeed on the floor they'll be waitin' at the door
You know it 'aint no shit
We'll be getting lots of tit in Greased Lighnin'..."

Yes, it was true: Grease was one of his weakness. Hell, any musical was. Well, he couldn't say all because some of them weren't so great but this one was just a classic. He knew all the songs, owned the movie (both of them), and even knew the dance numbers. Hench why he was bursting out into John Travolta chorography.

"...Go Greased Lightnin'
Your burning up the quarter mile
Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'
Your coasting through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream
For Greased Lightnin'

We'll get some purple french tail lights and thirty inch fins (oh yeah)
A Palomino dashboard and duel muffler twins (oh yeah)
With new piston plugs and shocks I can get off my rocks
You know that i 'aint bragging she's a real pussy wagon
Greased Lightnin'..."

Of course, hardly anyone knew he liked Grease, musicals for that matter. It was funny for a guy to like musicals in this day and age. One was classified as being gay, which wasn't true at all. He knew a lot of straight men who liked musicals. He couldn't name any off the bat but that really wasn't the point. The point was one had a right to burst out into song a dance every now and then and this was his time. Plus, he'd tried out for Grease in highschool and got casted as Doody but wanted to Danny. He'd lost the part to some asshole prick jock who had no talent at all except for screwing the judges. Hell, if Maxx Crum could pull off being Danny, then he could too except he wasn't doing it on some grand stage somewhere he was doing it in the privacy of Ben's office.

"...Go Greased Lightnin'
Your burning up the quarter mile
Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'

Your coasting through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream
For Greased Lightnin'

Go Greased Lightnin'
You're burning up the quater mile
Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'

You're coasting through the heat lap trial
Greased Lightnin'
Go Greased Lightnin'
You are supreme
The chicks'll cream
For Greased Lightnin..."

The finishing number was here. He was going to pull this off good. He lept up onto Ben's wheelie chair and danced like Danny and the Tbirds did.

"...Lightnin'
Lightnin'
Lightnin'
Lightnin'
Lightnin'
Lightnin'
Lightnin'
Lightnin'!"

Riley was so into his thing that he hadn't noticed that Ben had come home. He was enjoying the show from the door. When Riley was done, he made himself known by applauding his friend's musical efforts.

"And the Tony goes to..." Ben said.

"Oh crap!" and with that Riley went flying onto the floor with a hard thud. "My butt will be feeling that in the morning." he said as he got off and tried to compose himself once more but it was too late. Ben was threatening to burst out into laughter any second. "You know there's this new thing. It's called knocking."

"Uh, correction this is my office Ri," he reminded his bestfriend.

"So, you could still knock man." Riley came into his own defense. Now, he was completely embarassed.

Ben turned off the stereo. Then went to Riley. "Do you have anything else to say for yourself."

Riley smirked, which was never a good sign of anything. He put his arm around Ben's shoulder. "I have only one thing to say: We go together like a wop ba-ba lu-mop a wop bam boom!"

Fin.

Song: Grease Lightin, and a little bit of We Go Together, From: GREASE