I've risen from the dead!... kidding, people. Just kidding...

Also, the scene at the end is based off of the scene from the Full House finale, so I can't take all the credit for it.

Disclaimer: I own nothing

"I'm sorry," Ponyboy said, "but who are you?

Soda's eyes widened. "W-What do you mean, Pony? I'm your b-big brother, Sodapop."

Ponyboy smiled. "Your name's Sodapop? And why are you calling me Pony? Last time I checked, I wasn't a horse."

Two Bit bit his lip, and Johnny could tell he was on the verge of tears. "Y-Your dad named you Ponyboy. H-He was a real creative person."

The blonde turned to him. "Do I know you?"

"I-It's Two Bit!" The joker gasped. "And Dally and Soda and Steve and- hey, Johnny, where you going?"

But Johnny had already walked out the door.

Ponyboy continued to stare at them in confusion. "Are those your real names? I mean, Steve and Johnny, I get, but Dally, Soda, and Two Bit? Those nicknames or something?"

"You should know!" Two Bit murmured, voice thick with tears. "You're the one that started calling me Two Bit! And Soda is truly his name; we have the birth certificate somewhere! Soda was your first word, Pony! Don't you remember?"

"Two Bit," Dally whispered. "It's gonna be okay. Calm down."

"Calm down?!" The joker shouted. "I will not calm down! After everything that's happened-Johnny and Pony going missing, Sandy breaking up with Soda, me and Kathy nearly dyin' cause some Socs cut my brakes- Pony loses his memory! He doesn't remember us, Dally! How am I supposed to calm down about that?"

Dally grabbed Two Bit's wrist and dragged him into the hallway. A second later, they heard a Slap! and Dally yelling, "Get a hold of yourself, man!"

For a moment, the hospital room was quiet and finally, Ponyboy muttered, "Wow, they've got some anger issues. "

Soda and Steve simply nodded.

Ponyboy was allowed to come home three days later (he would've come home sooner, but the doctors were worried his memory loss may be a sign of something bigger, so they kept him a little longer just in case). Darry escorted his little brother into the house, Soda trailing behind them.

"You recognize any of this, Pone?" Soda asked, a little desperately.

Ponyboy glanced around. The house was small, but comfortable and homey. The walls were painted beige with an arm chair, a sofa, a small television set, and a card table in the living room. Pictures hung from the walls of the boys from the hospital, Darry and Soda and even a few of him he didn't remember, and of two people he didn't recognize. The man could've been Darry's twin brother and the woman had Soda's blonde hair.

"Hey," he said. "Do you have a twin brother or something?" He asked, looking at Darry while pointing at the picture.

Darry smiled sadly. "No, that's Mom and Dad. They died in an auto wreck just under a year ago."

There was a moment of respectful silence before Pony picked a photo off of the fireplace mantle.

It was of him but his hair was a light brown, almost red or maybe auburn, and he wore a track uniform. In his hand was a trophy that read 1st place.

"I'm in track?" Ponyboy asked.

Soda laughed. "Fastest runner I've ever seen."

For a moment, there was quiet as Pony stared at the picture and reached for a memory just out of reach.

Finally, Darry requested, "Hey, Soda, why don't you take Ponyboy to your room?"

"Sure," Soda agreed, a little choked up. "Come on, Pony, it's just down the hall."

He escorted his little brother to thier room, opening the door and allowing the blonde to enter first.

"I know it's a little weird that we share a bed," Soda said. "But you used to have tons of nightmares when you slept in your own bed, especially after Mom and Dad died, so we decided it might be better if you slept in my room instead."

Pony shivered, involuntarily. He didn't remember the nightmares or Sodapop or the move or even his parents, but he remembered the fear. The apprehension that had him waking up in a cold sweat every night...

"Pony?" Soda whispered, sounding both hopeful and alarmed. "Did you remember something?"

Pony blinked, trying to rid himself of the headache that threatened to split his skull in two. "Just... I remember the fear. I remember being afraid of something and the relief when I woke up. I'm sorry, but that's all I remember."

Soda frowned a little in disappointment, but then, he suddenly smiled- a true smile. "It's something. It shows we're getting there."

Pony just nodded with a weak smile as the memory of fear began to pass.

Three days passed and Pony's memories had yet to come back. The gang stopped by, except for Johnny, who couldn't stand to see his best friend and not blame himself for what happened.

Two Bit took him on a drive around town, told him about track and buildings and Socs, but nothing worked.

Steve and Soda ran Pony by the DX to see if it triggered something, but Ponyboy came up blank.

Dally told him about what had happened with Bob and Johnny and Windrixville, but not even the smallest ray of light appeared in Pony's brain.

Darry and Soda took him to visit their parents' graves, but nothing.

No memories returned... until the boy walked in.

He'd heard the gang refer to him as Johnny.

'"Thanks for that, Ponyboy. I really owe you one."'

Pony shook his head. No one had spoken, so what was going on?

'"I'm sorry, Pony! I never meant to get you into this."'

'"It's okay, Johnny, we're in this together. And that's not gonna change.''

A headache overwhelmed him and then, Johnny turned to face him.

He recognized those big, black eyes. He knew them well.

"Ponyboy, are you alright?" Soda asked, turning to him.

Pony didn't answer; he spun on his heel and raced into his and Soda's bedroom, his head pounding.

"Hey."

He looked up and froze. Standing before him was... himself?

It was. His hair was that rusty brown he'd seen in the track picture and his skin wasn't as pale as it was currently. He looked healthier and there were no bruises on his face.

"What the-"

"I know," other him said, "it's weird."

"W-What are you?" Blonde Ponyboy asked.

Brunette Pony just shrugged. "I am you, but I'm another part of you. I guess you could call me past you. I have your memory, but you haven't been able to access it since the fire."

"Than how do I do that?"

Brunette him just grinned. "It's simple. I do all the work, but you have to be willing to remember. I can see it in your eyes; you're scared to remember. So much death and violence and hatred. So much pain. Are you willing to remember all of that? And don't lie."

Blonde Pony shrugged. "Honestly, I don't want to remember, but I'm willing to because I need to. Not for Soda or Darry or Johnny or any of 'em. I need to do this for me, or this confusion is never gonna go away."

"Even without memory, you're still as wise ever," Brunette him said. "Or... we are. I better not get into that; talk about confusing. Are you ready?"

Blonde Pony nodded. "Let's do this."

Brunette him stepped forward and stood beside the blonde before grasping his wrist and vanishing.

Ponyboy was confused before panic set in.

Why did he still not remember anything?!

I know Two Bit is a little OOC in the beginning, but Two Bit kind of holds all his emotions in, putting up a mask of humor, so I think he'd have to let that out some time. And Pony is closest to Johnny, especially after the dreams started, so that's why Johnny was who triggered his memory. Until next time!