I have no I idea what Baby John's past is, so I'm making up my own. This has nothing to do with the actual story/movie. This is my first West Side Story fanfiction, so please be nice. I don't like flames and I update when I get inspired. I'm sorry for any grammar/spelling mistakes. Warning: Child Abuse
Disclaimer: Dance-of-the-waves does not own West Side Story.

Chapter 1

Baby John was the most timid of the Jets. Nobody ever really thought about why until the Jets started to notice some bruises that appeared over night. A-Rab, being the one that was closest to Baby John, was the first to notice.

"What the hell did you do to your face Baby John?" A-Rab asked. The Jets were walking down the street to Doc's when A-Rab noticed the bruise. The rest of the jets kept walking, but they were listening to the conversation behind them.

"I...ran into some PRs."

"Really." A-Rab said.

"Yeah." Baby John replied. He refused to make eye contact with him. A-Rab sighed and put out an arm to stop him from going any farther. Riff looked back at them, but kept going after seeing who stayed behind. They went around the corner and lost sight of the two that stayed behind.

"Think he'll figure out what's wrong?" Ice asked.

"He could. I mean, A-Rab and Baby John are like brothers." Riff said.

"I don't know. He was locked up like a safe back there." Action muttered. They had reached Doc's.

"How ya doing Doc?" Tiger asked as they all sat down.

"Good. You seem to be missing some."

"We're worried about Baby John. He's not acting right and he's get cuts and stuff that isn't from hanging with us." Snowboy said drinking a Coke.

"We don't knowm what to do. A-Rab's got a better chance then all of us, to get him to talk. You got any idea Doc?" Ice asked.

"Cuts and bruises you say? Are you sure you haven't been fighting?"

"We have. It' s just he isn't getting them from being with us." Mouth Piece answered.

"Well, there's always the chance there's a problem a home."

"What do you mean?" Gee-Tar asked carefully.

"You know, abuse."

As soon as the Jets went around the corner A-Rab turned to Baby John.

"Well?" He asked.

"I told you. I was jumped."

"Last night you were with us, till we were basically across the street from your house. There's is no way they got you that close to your house and even if they did, why didn't you call us? It's not like we were far away."

Baby John was fidgeting and he still refused to make eye contact. A-Rab sighed.

"Are you mad at me?"

Baby John's head flew up. "No! Why would I be mad at you?" He asked.

"I don't know. Why aren't you talking to me anymore?" A-Rab asked. "I won't tell the gang If you don't want me too. You can just tell me."

"I can't. I have to go." He turned and walked off leaving A-Rab alone with his thoughts. He turned and started to go to Doc's. He was shocked that when he got to Doc's that he didn't hear the normal yelling and talking. He opened the door and looked around.

"Why's everybody so quiet?" He asked sitting down.

"Did you get anything out of him?" Riff asked.

"No. He told me he had to go. He was definitely not jumped though."

"Doc has an idea, but It's something that we hope isn't right."

Well? What is it?" A-Rab asked.

"Ya think he might be getting abused?" Ice asked from the other table.

"I don't know. I mean, I meet his mom one time. Not the nicest person in the world. He also let it slip one time that his dad drinks. That's about all I know. I could see it happening. I hope not."

"We should watch him more. If he keeps meeting us with cuts and brusies, we need to talk to him. Alright?"

"Right!" They all replied.

Yay! I'm done with the first chapter. If you liked it, review. I'm sorry if it does talk about his past somewhere, I just had this idea when I was riding the bus. I won't continue if nobody likes it, but if I get some reviews I will continue. So, please R&R.