A/N: Once again I am speechless. I do not own The Sandlot.

Chapter Two: Adam Jr.

"What's going on?" a voice said from behind.

Turning around I met a pair of brown eyes. They belonged to a tall boy with dark skin, and dark brown hair. I didn't recognize him but I felt like I should of. And when he spoke my breath got caught in my throat.

"Hey," he smiled, "I'm Benny Rodriguez."

Chapter Three: This Is Going To Be Fun

I was frozen to the spot. Word escaped me and I wasn't sure what I was going to do. Nikki on the other hand had a lot to say. He sat on my hip making all sorts of noises. Benny stood there waiting for me to say something with his hands thrust deep into the pockets of his jeans. I, however, was still speechless. Thankfully Scotty came to my rescue.

"Benny this is my good friend Ellie Marx," he said draping an arm around my shoulders. Benny smiled and I returned it. "And this is the next Babe Ruth, Nikki Marx."

Scotty stole my little brother once again and walked with him and the rest of the guys. Expect Benny, he stood there rocking back and forth on his heels neither of us knowing what to say.

"So," Benny finally said breaking the awkward silence, "How do you know Smalls?"

It took me a minute to realize that by Smalls he had meant Scotty. "He was my neighbor when I lived in Tennessee."

He just nodded and looked around the baseball diamond. At some point he saw something that made him raise an eyebrow. Curiosity getting the better of me I turned around to see what Benny was looking at.

Scotty was walking around the bases backwards with a baseball in his outstretched hand. In front of him was Nikki, who was crawling on the ground following Scotty around the bases. Scotty is such a retard. Turning my back to Benny I started to walk over to Nikki.

"What are you doing?" I asked looking at Scotty.

He glanced at me, "Early particle."

I shook my head. When Nikki saw me he stopped crawling and made a motion for me to pick him up. With Nikki secretly one my hip I turned to Scotty.

"What is wrong with?" I asked.

He just shrugged and handed me Nikki's baseball.

"You sticking around?" Scotty asked.

Glancing towards the rest of the team I could tell some of them would have a problem with a girl on their field. Jerks. But before I could answer a group of boys on bikes. Each one was wearing a baseball uniform that said Tigers. I knew one of them was going to be my brother Joe.

"Got some new team mates Rodriguez?" their leader asked.

I recognized him as one of Joe's friends. His name was Will Phillips and to say the least he wasn't my favorite person.

"It's not like your team could get any worse," Phillips added.

"Shut up Phillips!" Scotty yelled.

Phillips gave a surprised look. "So you can talk."

For as long as known he Scotty has been the most timid person I have ever met.

"That's not all I can do!" Scotty started forward but I grabbed his arm.

Scotty wasn't a good fighter either.

Phillips smirked. Where the hell is my brother?

"Which of you is the father to the slut's kid?" he asked.

Every head snapped in my direction. Did he just call me a slut? It was at that point I saw brother. Why isn't he defending me? He was staring at the ground he wouldn't even look at me.

I handed Nikki over to Scotty. If Joe wasn't going to defend me I would have to do it myself. Walking over to Phillips I grabbed the handlebars of his bike.

"Excuse me?" I asked.

"You heard me," he whispered so only I could hear. "I just wanted to know which guy was helping you follow in your mother's footsteps. You know have a kid at a young age then become a striper at a bar."

I could have hit him like a normal person. But no I have to come with a more creative way to mess with him.

"Get on the mound," I said.

"What?" he seemed confused.

"You heard me. Get on the mound and pitch."

I let go of his handlebars and walked back over to Scotty and his friends were by their dugout.

"What he say?" Benny asked. The rest of the guys were eagerly awaiting the answer. Besides Scotty who looked worried. He was the only one of them who has seen me beat up a kid just for stealing my cookie.

"Don't worry about it," I said picking up one of their bats, "I'm about to get even."

"This should be interesting," I heard Scotty say I walked to home plate.

Scotty had met after I had given up baseball and has never actually seen me play. So I wasn't sure if he was referring to that or thinking I was going to beat the crap out of Phillips with it.

When I was ready to bat Phillips shook his head and got ready to pitch.

"Don't break a nail sweetie," he said.

The ball went straight down the middle of the plate. Strike one.

"You gotta swing to hit the ball sweetheart," Phillips called.

He wound up and pitched again. Strike two.

"We're just wasting time," he said.

Strike-

BAM!

I hit the ball and that was all I meant to do. I all meant to do was to hit the ball and show a girl can play, but I ended up doing a lot more than that.

"Oh my God," I said dropping the bat and covering my mouth with my hand.

Phillips had caught the ball but not with his glove. When I hit the ball it had been a hard hit. It unfortunately, for Phillips that is, the ball hit him in the groin.