Chapter 1

Dally?

A/N: I don't own the outsiders, the amazing S.E Huston does.

Its been two years, two years today, Ponyboy and the gang lost there two best friends. Though it brought the gang closer and now they relied on each other for everything. The gang was more of a brother band now, which Pony didn't mind. Though Steve still treated Pony as a pest and Two-bit was still cocky but the life of the gang. Darry and Pony have come to a common ground now, fighting less but he still digs on him about school. Soda and Pony were closer then ever, truth be told, him and two bit were the reason Pony was still sane. Soda was always there willing to let Pony rant, if not him then Two bit. They never necessarily understood what Pony was talking about but they understood he was upset.

Now after a year Pony was okay with Dally and Johnny being gone. Well as okay as you could be losing your friends, one being your closests friend. Pony was sitting at the vacant lot. He was alone and today of all days was the worst day to be alone for any greaser. As today was the day that the greasers stomped the socs. The greasers never let the socs forget and today was the day they hunted for lone greasers to drive into the ground. However, Pony didn't want the gang near him. Every time he came her to feel close to Johnny the gang would always end up getting board and do something to annoy Pony so they would go home. Two-bit didn't do it on purpose, Steve flat out told Pony he was board, usually Soda and Darry were to busy at work to come with him. So Pony just sat in the lot on the sofa silently talking to Johnny. Remembering all the times they played here as kids and the gang would always dig on how childish they were.

The pur of the mustang pulled him from his thoughts. Looking around he caught sight of the maroon beast turning the corner and stopping. Six Socs got out of the car the doors closing with a thud. Some he recgonized, they used to run around with Randy before he left town. Some were swaying and Pony sighed with disgust.

'They are drunk,' pony thought with disgust.

He stood weighing weather her should run or fight. There were plenty of weapons to fight with but he could never use them. They were now about half way to him and he booked it. Going to the left of the Socs, he got maybe four feet past them before he was tackled to the floor. The soc turned him over, pressing his knee to Pony's chest. Instantly Pony lost all breathing ability, and he felt his arms being pressed down to. A solid fist hit his chin causing him to groan, his vision blurring. Pain shot through his face and the beating continued. Pony wished for a miracle but knew none of the gang would come. Soda and Steve were still at work, Darry was working, Two bit was at Buck's drinking to the memory of Dallas. It didn't take long for Pony to pass out, slipping into the safe darkness.

"Bitch!" A loud cry came and Pony could hear feet running away.

His vision was blurry but he could see a familiar looking face standing over him. Blonde hair, really pretty looks, and ice cold eyes. His mind tried to wrap his head around it but it wasn't happening. Maybe he was hallucinating from lack of oxygen. The darkness started to fill his vision but he heard himself say.

"Dallas?"

With a deep breath, Pony sat up an instantly hated himself. The pain shot through his chest and then into his lungs. His hand pressed his chest as he tried to calm his breathing. Looking around he realized he was in his house, on the couch. No one was home, well no one he knew. He was left staring at a tall blonde hair, blue eyed girl who looked really familiar. She had a expressionless face but her eyes had a spark of happiness that soon faded. Her slim hands were holding a bowl. She was wearing a brown leather jacket with fur around the cuffs and collar. Under it, she wore a tight tank top tucked into her faded ripped blue jeans. Around her waist was a simple brown leather belt with a huge belt buckle that had a horse head adorned on it. She had long blonde hair, really long, that was braided. Pony kept looking straight in her eyes though. Gosh she looked so familiar. Then he realized it, like a light bulb turning on.

"Dally?" Pony whispered in disbelief.

The girl sighed giving a awkward smile, "you keep saying that. I am not sure as to take it as an insult or a complement." Pony must have given her a funny look because she went on to explain. "I am not sure weather to think you are saying I look more like a boy or to think you are telling me that Dallas looked like a girl."

"Oh," Pony said clearing his throat, "Neither?"

Her laugh was sweet and genuine, yet sounded somewhat like Dally's (on the rare occasion Two bit got him to laugh). She sat down on the coffee table handing Pony the bowl. Pony took it realizing it was tomato soup. He never really ate any kind of soup, unless it was chicken noodle but that was when he was really sick. Taking a sip he felt pain shoot through his mouth. Trying not to grimaced as he took another sip. He didn't want to look weak in front of this girl. He wasn't sure why but he just didn't.

"So who are you?" Pony asked after a long period of silence.

"Huston Winston," the girl answered, "Dallay's sister."

"Dal didn't have a sister," Pony disagreed setting the empty bowl down.

"No he just never talked about me," Huston corrected lifting a finger to silence him. "He left out house once my dad started drinking and abusing us all. I am 3 years and a day younger then him. He didn't want me on the streets so he escaped in the middle of the night. Five years later my father killed my mother in a drunken rage and I was put into a foster home. Soon to be adopted by my cousin. Funny thing is, it is Buck's brother, but that is how I was managed to keep in some kind of touch with my brother."

"He wrote letters," Pony realized how stupid it sounded after it came out.

"I guess you could call it that." Huston stood taking the bowl to the kitchen then came back. "So are you Pony or Soda, you two look alike, even when reading what Dally explained to me."

"I'm Ponyboy," Pony tried to sound tuff but his voice cracked.

"Awesome," Huston said nodding.

Pony got up and went walked to the bathroom. His face was swollen slightly and bruised ten ways to Sunday. Darry was going to kill him, even as lax Darry was now. He had eased up quite a bit, letting Pony stay out later and not really telling him where he couldn't go. He still harped on grades and school but that just made Pony excel.

The door slammed shut and he heart five familiar voices say in chorus, "Dallas?"

"I'M JUST FUCKING TAKING IT AS A FUCKEN INSULT!" He heard Huston scream in frustration.

Pony ran out of the bathroom. Almost instantly he had a familiar Darry standing in front of him. His ruff hand clamped on his chin carefully examining his face. A stern dark look formed on Darry's face. Soda was right next to him staring in disbelife and in anger. Huston was standing against the wall next to the t.v. her hands in her jacket pockets. Steve closest to the door, Twobit next to him both facing Huston. Darry and Soda stood in front of the hall way with Pony.

"Who did this," Darry growled.

"5 socs," Huston answered before Pony could even form the thought.

Darry swung on her, glaring.

"Your obviously not Dally, so exactly are you?" Darry snapped letting Pony go.

"And why are you in this house," Two-bit said in a drunk angry slur.

Huston got a hurt look then her face turned to stone. The same look Dally got when he was angry. He saw her hands clinch into fists and realized there was going to be a fight. She was a girl but she was a Winston and, if she was like dally, she wasn't going to let the idea of being a girl stop her. Running in front of her he looked at the gang words sputtering out of his face before he could even think.

"She actually fought them off, she saved me. Her name is Huston and apparently Dally told her about us, though he never spoke about her. He ran off when his dad got abusive but didn't want to risk her having the same life he did. It may sounds crazy but I am sure its the truth. Do you really think Dally would have willing told us about his sister?"

The gang looked at one another. There faces seemed to change to some form of understanding. Darry just kept looking at her his face unsure.

"What's your name anyway," Darry finally asked.

"Huston."

"That sounds original," Steve said skeptically, "she could have just come up with it to match Dal's."

"You're an idiot," Huston said rolling her eyes, "My birthday is the next day after Dally's. My dad wasn't really creative with names and he loves Texas. Hinting why I am Huston and he named my brother Dallas. Two major cities of Texas."

"So your twins?" Soda's face got a puzzled look that made Huston smile a little.

"Nah, Dally would have gone crazy, we are three years apart."

"So what brought you to Tulsa? Most boring place in the U.S.A?" Two bit's crack made everyone laugh and the tension seem to rise.

"Well," Huston said shrugging, "my 'dad' bought a ranch just outside of town. Its used for the redoes around here I guess and it let me get near my brother again. Plus I'm finally meeting Dally's family."

"Family?" Pony said looking at her.

"Yea, every time he talked about y'all he said you were his family. Best family he could have asked for," she gave a soft smile looking at the ground, "he actually wished i could join him at one point."

"Well, I'm starving" Soda said mater of fact walking to the kitchen, "so you can join us for dinner and explain in detail what happened with Pony."

That made everyone chuckle and Pony started at Huston. She may have looked like Dallas and when she got made, she could be his twin. Yet was she was okay she was her own personality but still wild. They all gathered into the kitchen as Soda started dinner, Darry helping. Steve had a satisfied smile and kept staring at Pony. Finally thoroughly annoyed Pony snapped.

"What is so funny?!"

"I knew you weren't able to take care of yourself," Steve said triumphantly, "you had to be saved by a girl."

Steve laughed as Pony stood reaching across the table for him. Huston gasped standing as well about ready to fly over the table. Steve got up dodging them both falling

to his knees laughing. Twobit even fell out his chair laughing. Suddenly he felt hot breath against his ear.

"At least you are not homosexual," she whispered giggling.

Pony sputtered covering his mouth trying to hide his smile. Huston laughed, Pony joining right along with her. Now it was Steve's turn to wounder what they were laughing about. This was going to be an interesting night. Yet it was a lot better then last years anniversary of their death.

A/N: Please review, you can be brutally honest! Yes, there will be Soda/Steve smutty going on but I will warn ahead. See you again ~ Ahhoy2