A/N: So I felt like redoing this story and I feel like I completed it on a wrong note. So I hope the redo's better.

Rory Craig stood at a gravestone marking her brother Clint's grave. She was stiff and had sadness deep in her eyes; it had been only three months since Clint had died and it pained her still. They didn't always get along but he was still her brother. She wished had gotten to know him better like he had with her. Clint knew a lot about her. Things he told her ran through her mind.

"Kiddo, fighting's useless. You don't need to get caught up in it."

"This pain you feel won't ever go away. You just move on."

"Just because you're a greaser doesn't mean you can be somebody. You're smart kid and you'll leave Tulsa one day."

"Cub, things change but let it make you stronger."

Her thought was interrupted by Tristan who had gotten out of jail only a day before but at a price. It was either go into Vietnam or spend the rest of his life in prison. He had chosen to go to the war.

"Hey, Ror, ready to go?" He asked.

She nodded and followed him to the car. Rory buckled up and didn't say a word until they drove. The awkward silence seemed to linger even longer after she spoke up, not wanting to leave. Her brother had a defeated look on his face but didn't want it to show. It was showing no matter what he was trying to do. Rory was careful to ask of the outcome.

"What'd the judge say?" She asked.

"Well, kid, I'm going and I don't have a choice." Tristan said with some reserve.

"Oh. Did you tell Cody yet?" Rory asked.

"He knows but he's not happy about it. I know you're not too excited about it either." Tristan said noticing the look in her eye.

"It's just that I don't wanna lose anyone else. They said a lot of men die in war and I don't want you to be one of them." Rory said. "I mean, look at Buck, he went there and never came back."

"I know but I have to, Ror. Do you think I want to go to 'Nam?" Tristan said. "I want to stay and help you and Cody. I think it's not fair but it happened."

"I guess but still I hate not having you around." Rory said in a whisper.

"Why is that?" Tristan asked. "Does this have to do with Jess?"

"Kinda, she don't like me around. It's like she's gonna hurt me." Rory spoke.

"Yeah well if she does anything to ya, I'll fight her off and even draw my own blood." Tristan said jokingly. "Jess can't hurt you anyway, not with Cody around."

"Yeah but still she can get me alone." Rory said.

"Shoot, kid, you worry too much." Tristan said. "I don't wanna leave you right now worrying."

The car made a quick stop in front of the house then Tristan started it again and sped toward the air base. He had a lot on his mind at the moment. He still couldn't believe that he was leaving Tulsa for war, a war pointless to fight in. He looked back at his house and realized that it'd be the last blood-free sight he'd see.

On the porch, Rory watched the car speed away and went inside. Cody was in a heavy make-out session with Jess so he wouldn't notice right away that she just got home. Rory went to her room and laid on her bed. She fell asleep and noticed no one woke her for dinner. Ror got up and saw a note on the table.

Went out with Jess to a movie. Should be back at eleven; dinner's in the microwave.

Cody

He had done this before so she did the usual: Read a book, watched T.V., and then went to bed. An hour later, she woke up in a cold sweat. Another nightmare that she couldn't remember all too well. All she could remember was a knife and a pool of blood. Rory sighed and went back to sleep. She hated how things had changed. Cody was out of the house more and more, Tristan off to war and of course their gang had grown smaller. She remembered that Talia said change made her stronger but this time it felt like she was dying inside. And of course, Jesse had entered the picture two months ago.

Cody walked into the living room seeing the light out and a book on the couch. His sister must've been up a while ago. Then again, it was two a.m. and no one was up this late. Everything that happened seemed to reflect in their lives. He was busy with Jessie while Rory was busy reading and watching movies at the drive-in. These were their escapes from reality and no one else's. He sighed and went to his room.

That morning, he went back to his usual summer routine. He got up, made his coffee, and then left for his job at the bar. It paid a pretty good sum to him; despite his parents putting him though college, Cody felt the job was good for now. A thought came to him; he could quit and open his own bar. He pushed it aside though; a bar on its own was a lot of money and his bank account was low on money. He had to save money to put his siblings though college no matter what. Rory and Tristan were too smart to not be in college. Of course, Tristan was too smart to be in the war also.

Around ten, Rory woke up and saw that Cody had left for work but his girlfriend was there sitting on the couch. She looked at her with daggers in her eyes, as if she hadn't seen enough of her. She simply walked out the back door and went to the movies, the only place she felt was safe from anyone. The movie was a bore to her dismay then she went to the Dingo, hoping she was safe there as well. But she wasn't but stayed anyway. Maverick was there luckily and seemed to spot her.

"So I can guess the movie was a bore?" He asked jokingly.

"Yeah and how did you know I was at a movie?" Rory replied.

"I know you all too well, kid." Maverick replied. "And that's what you've been doing for the past two days."

"So what?" Rory said.

"So something's up. You better tell me now." Maverick said.

"I won't say a word." Rory said. "I'm heading home."