The first thing he saw when he woke up was a bright light and a hazy clean smell.

It was a very nice aroma and there was pale white everywhere he looked, although in fairness, he was on his side. Propping himself into a sitting position, Two-Bit yawned as he ran his fingers through his rust-colored hair. Where was the grease jar? It was his lifestyle and such, and it got the short split end out of the way.

He looked around, still brushing the hair from his eyes. The place felt clean enough, very familiar if anything. There were white walls that felt too bright for his taste, most likely because he just woke up and his consciousness when still so fuzzy and his train of thought was running short on well, running.

But he heard commotion outside his little seemingly safe haven so he looked out his door, breaking his drifting eye contact with the two little purple flowers sitting in a clear water-filled bouquet, to find some people bustling about. They were wearing white outfits to match; tall professional-like men wearing coats and women wearing thigh-length dresses and were holding clipboards and kits and stretchers.

Oh damn it. He was in a hospital.

Of course, he could've come to that conclusion the moment he looked down and saw that he was wearing one of the gowns fitted for those submitted to the hospital and in need of observation and care, but he didn't.

Two-Bit's head came to newer thoughts. Why the hell was he in a hospital? He didn't remember running for his life or going under some kind of injury that would require help from doctors and such. Hell, he couldn't remember anything recalling the last thing he did. But he felt okay. Maybe he was a bit more tanned, but didn't feel any broken bones or any collapsed lung or life endangering such as that. So why was he here then?

Before he could ponder the notion further, a nurse stopped at his doorway and smiled as she looked in. Two-Bit cut his thinking off short to analyze her. She was slim and tall with a face having those soft features, some pretty bluebell eyes, and straight blonde hair.

With a slow smile building onto his face, Two-Bit relaxed a bit. Maybe he could enjoy it a bit while he's here. After all, he was assigned with a good-looking blondie.

"Well, hello, sweets! Come to look after little ol' me, I presume?", he started, leaning back into his soft pillows. The nurse laughed and played with her skirt a bit.

Her eyes looked right at him, soft and light and understanding and almost kind. "Well, I'm not the doctor who's gonna look after you later, but you're one of the survivors and I decided about myself to see you.", she replied, her laugh dying down and replaced with a smile as patient as her eyes.

Two-Bit felt his heart stop for a moment. Survivors?

What kind of deep shit did he fall himself into? Survivors…

The nurse's smile fell seeing his expression and she took a timid step forward. "Listen, I'm betting you have some questions-"

"Wh-What? Questions? What do you mean?", he stammered, trying to pass off as cool. But the pit in his stomach grew with those thoughts sinking into his brain. What the hell happened last night for him to wind up in a hospital because of some mess that put him and some others into a life-or-death situation?

Were they tied somehow?

The nurse sighed and her eyes fell to the floor. "It was two nights ago when the police had found you and six other boys. A gas station blew up, and no one but you and those others were even in one piece. Doctors are still trying to figure that out, but we had family come in to see you and those boys. You're gonna be kept in for observation for the time being, but apparently, there's nothing wrong with you…"

At that, Two-Bit drowned out the rest of her explanation as everything came back.

Every sickening memory.

Steve was there, they were all there when the DX exploded and Two-Bit felt something change with his body as he made the slow-motion trip to the ground. He thought for sure he was dead. Now he thought they were all dead.

But what if they weren't?

What if they were miracles like him and they also managed to survive?

He had to know. If he had to be hit with another revelation of what happened, what did she say, two f***ing nights ago, then he will go batshit crazy!

Not that he wasn't batshit crazy already.

"Excuse me? Are you okay?"

With a swift motion, Two-Bit shoved the bedsheets off of his torso and staggered out of the bed, making is bottom half feeling so cold. He felt himself falling over to the side in his attempt to escape but he was caught by what he swore was that blonde broad.

"Wait, what're you doing up?" she asked, only a little bit panicked. He gave her a glance before trying to free himself from her arms.

"I'm sorry, beautiful, but I just have to see those boys. I think those are my family."

With a pink face from the name given, the nurse thought for a second, maybe because of the "family" thing and on how they would even look so similar. With that, Two-Bit took quick advantage. Wrapping his hands around her wrists, he pushed them off to her sides and he lunged forward, ignoring her cries and the murmurs and hisses of the staff.

He had one thing on his mind, and he persistently wanted to get it.

If, of course, he could find them.

Maybe they weren't even here!

But hey, he wouldn't have shoved that pretty nurse out of his way if he thought the gang would be here.

With a surprisingly one-track mind, he ran.

Well, he thought he did.

Because it only took a second before hitting an invisible something and encountered complete déjà vu.

One moment he was only a few feet away from his room and now, he was on the floor, something soft beneath him. He heard a groan, one he swore was from himself and the other under him.

"Uh…second time today…"

Wait. He knew that voice. That timid shy kindred-spirited voice that belonged to their gang. Their pet, their rock, their kid brother.

Two-Bit felt his eyes widen and his signature smile appear when he looked down at the startled tanned face.

"Johnny!"

"Two-Bit!"

Pulling the younger boy to his feet, Two-Bit nearly tackled him back to the floor again when he grabbed him into a bone-crushing hug, Johnny slowly returning it.

"Oh my God! You're alive!", Two-Bit rejoiced not loosing his grip on the younger greaser before finally putting him back down and giving a noogie on his fluffy and ungreased black-hair head.

Johnny laughed and held Two-Bit's forearm fondly. "I'm happy to see you too, Two-Bit."

Pulling away, Two-Bit gazed into the latter's black eyes and at that moment, all he could think about was the explosion. If Johnny was in the hospital too, could he be involved as well? He had to know.

"Johnny, do you remember some, I don't know, freak accident as telling me why yous in a hospital again?"

Johnny paled a bit and Two-Bit then regretted bringing it up. The poor kid apparently didn't look so comfortable with the question asked upon him, and Two-Bit felt saddened.

But he spoke up. "Well, I don't know if you know, but I woke up here about the news talking about the gas station blowing up. You, me, and the gang were the only survivors."

Holy shit, there was that word again.

So they were in the gas station explosion.

"A nurse told me that you guys were okay, but I still wanted to see you, so I just walked down the hall. Then I saw some quick blur and I fell down to see you.", he continued, bangs falling into his eyes.

Relief spread through Two-Bit suddenly, and he sighed. They were alive, all of them alive! Of course, he still had questions, but they are still gonna go find the gang, whether in the white haven or outside on the cold mean streets, and gain answers then.

"Boy, it's great to see you, Johnny! But I didn't see you, mostly because I was running so fast.", he claimed, his smile returning after a brief listen.

Johnny nodded. "I could tell. I haven't seen anyone run that fast ever. It was almost like you've gone faster than anyone normal could.", he said, brushing the bangs away.

Two-Bit said nothing for a second. Gone faster than anyone normal could. What the hell did that mean? What did he have, some kind of sudden quick speed or something? Look, whatever it was, they had to put it aside to find them.

But a voice was heard behind them.

"Two-Bit? Johnny?"

The two looked around, heads close to snapping they were so fast, and eyes widened in shock.

"Steve?"

With a rare broad grin as well as misty eyes, Steve approached the two, hand on the wall to support his weight. As he came closer, Two-Bit put his arm affectionately around his shoulders, overjoyed to find only two of his family in less than an hour between awakening.

"Oh, finally. Our little family is halfway back together!", Two-Bit whooped.

Steve chuckled for a moment before releasing himself from the redhead's grip. "Yeah, good to see you too, Two. Hiya, kid," Steve greeted, nodding in Johnny's direction, in which Johnny replied with a small smile. But Steve's atmosphere then faltered, and his eyes suddenly got serious, which unsettled Two-Bit greatly. The pit returned, only the size of a muffin in his stomach.

"Only a question: were you two in the gas station a few nights ago?" Steve asked gruffly.

Both of them nodded.

Steve's eyes fell back to the floor and Two-Bit felt a distance in his demeanor. They really had to find the gang and get out of here so they could put the matter behind them.

"Just to let you know, the boys are alive and should be okay. You were the only two I could find," Johnny stated, shuffling himself closer to Two-Bit. Steve sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"I guess those are good news. Just…I ain't okay, guys. There's weird shit going on here and I ain't feeling anything good about it.", he drawled, a voice empty.

"Well, shoot. We ain't either. We should be dead, but we ain't. But first things first, let's get going. We could sleep better knowing that we could put this all behind us.", Two-Bit pointed out, gesturing towards the end of the hallway. He decided not to out any of his classic humor in his voice because really, where would he place it? He was as spooked as Steve and Johnny were, and they had to do something about it.

Putting his arm around Stevie's shoulders again, Two-Bit guided them down the hallway, occasionally looking at his feet. For all they know, Two-Bit was not gonna run as fast as Johnny described.

At least for the time being.

But who knows? Maybe if this ever seemed to happen again, perhaps he could join Ponyboy on the track team next year.

oooOOooo

Well that was a short one. I'm not as happy as I was, but I always hate myself for keeping you guys waiting! I added Two-Bit finding Johnny and Steve because well, I can't keep them away for too long. I want them together when the gang reunites and they interrogate Steve for what the hell he was thinking!

And as I'm sure y'all might've guessed, I gave Two-Bit super speed. He could run faster than the average human being and maybe, in a future chappie, I could have him catch a few bullets! (Foreshadowing, perhaps?)

Now, time to answer some reviews!

Guest: I have plans to keep going. Tysm!

DailyFeather: I laughed a bit to myself at the visual too! I've seen some cartoon and TV shows and media at how whenever some hole is made by a character, some background characters are bound to awkwardly look in. So I've decided to throw that in. Thank you!

soraxtsuna123: I think so too. I've considered invisibility for a while, and I was pondering for Steve's power until I saw X-Men: Apocalypse. Seeing Havok destroy Charles' mind machine during that one scene inspired me. (A lot of Marvel/DC moments are used as inspiration in this story. Trust me.) Thank you for reading! I'm doing my best. ;

Thank you for reading. I promise I'll try to make the next one more interesting for you. Have a good day! Stay gold. ;3

-Deximon