Alrightay. Here's the big shocker of the century for all of those who I tortured for...oh, about three days? Actually, my sister guessed who it was right away...and she doesn't actually read the story, I just give her basic summaries of each chapter. Shame shame.

The chapter title? It's actually kind of funny...Just take the title and look for the first name mentioned in dialouge. So, "Do it for who?" "(insert name here)". I can be clever when I try. If you didn't figure out who it is from the chapter title well...er, I guess you don't think like I do. Then again, you're the reader of the story, not the writer.

Sorry about the wait. It took me awhile to get it to where I liked it.

Chapter 13: Do It For Who?

Dally rolled his eyes and looked over to his right, where the voice had come from. "Whaddya want n–"

He froze, his angry statement stuck in his throat. Standing a few feet away from him was a small looking boy. He looked to be fourteen, but Dally knew better than to judge someone by their looks, especially him.

"Johnny? Johnnycake? That you man?"

"Yeah, man it's me. What are you doing here?" Johnny asked, hardly making an effort to contain his excitement and surprise as he closed in the gap between them and sat down.

"I can't believe it man...I thought you might have already finished here, I didn't think I'd ever see you again."

"Well, hell Dal, I didn't think I'd see you either," Johnny admitted. "I've gotta get a new assignment, that's why I'm here. My charge...he...he had to go," Johnny said with a small shrug. "But when'd you get here?"

Dally didn't answer right away. He was still in a state of mild shock. Johnny looked healthy; not burned at all. Dallas gently touched the side of Johnny's face where a long scar used to be, before quickly drawing back as if he had been burned.

"Yeah, every scar I ever had is gone. Crazy, right? Surprised the hell outta me when I saw myself in a mirror one day. I think I stood there for minutes just touching the side of my face, where it used to be...but you still haven't answered me Dallas," Johnny said firmly. His voice was still quiet, but the nervous tone that usually hid there was gone.

"I dunno man, after you died..." Dally cut himself off, the painful lump in his throat coming back. He didn't think he'd feel that again...

Johnny was watching him, a grave look on his face. "What'd you do, man?"

"I bolted...robbed a store...I can't remember after that..." Dally muttered, rubbing his forehead.

"So, you didn't get the letter I wrote huh? Man, I sounded pretty smart in that letter too," Johnny said with a sad grin. Dally just shook his head.

"No, I didn't get any letter...I died the same night you did."

"...You didn't-"

"I dunno! I can't remember what the hell happened, Johnny..." Dally snapped, his tone softening before the sentence finished.

"...So...you working?"

"Depends on what ya mean by working," Dally said with a small smile.

"C'mon, I know you're a guardian angel now," Johnny said, a grin on his face.

"Yeah, yeah, real funny, Johnnycake. Yeah, I'm workin' in Chicago. She's goin' to New York for winter break though. The last place I really wanna go to."

"She? You got a girl? Man, I got some old guy in Washington. I've still got the worst luck even after I die," Johnny said bitterly.

"Yeah? I thought you were afraid of girls."

"Oh, shut up Dal. So, how old is she?"

"She'll be seventeen in August."

"Yeah? Oh hey, Happy Birthday."

"Please don't mention that," Dally said, rubbing his forehead again. Johnny just nodded and waited for Dally to mention something else. Johnny still wasn't talkative and didn't mind silence, but he didn't want to get on Dally's nerves with a sudden motor mouth.

"Ya hear anythin' about the Curtis's? Two-bit, Steve?"

Johnny shook his head, a bit surprised by the sudden question. "Nah man. I haven't even thought of seein' them, actually," he admitted, sounding a bit guilty.

"Soda's in 'Nam...everyone else is fine though."

"'Nam?" Johnny choked out. "He didn't sign up did he? How could he leave Pony and all them behind like that?"

"Nah, he got drafted. He'd never leave them behind, you know that."

"Hey, Dal, maybe I could just tag-a-long with you for awhile. Ya know, instead of getting a new job right away?"

"I dunno Johnny...I know three other guardians that would probably chew us out for it."

"C'mon man, when have you ever cared about that? 'Sides, not like I'd be causin' any trouble right?"

"Yeah, you're right man...c'mon."

xxxx

Johnny and Dally were sitting near the back of the train on the floor, watching the scenary go by. Alice and Connie were near the back of the train too and Alice's mother was near the middle.

"So, Paul's coming home when you get back?"

"Around that time, yeah. Soda let me know that he was coming. Apparently the excitement makes Paul stupid, so he took awhile to give the exact guess."

"Exact guess?" Connie laughed. "That's an oxymoron. It has to be. So, where's Dally, huh? Is he bailing out on us?"

Alice smirked, studying her friend. "Why so curious?"

"It's not like that! I just wanna know..." Connie said defensively.

"Hey, don't worry. He's a very interesting person I can see why you'd be attracted to him."

"Alice!" Connie hissed, hitting her friend's arm. "Stop that, you're as bad as Donna! I am not attracted to-"

Alice raised an eyebrow, watching her friend's face turn red. "Well...okay, if you say so."

"Hi Dallas," Connie said quietly. Alice hunched over in a fit of laughter as Dallas and Johnny sat across from them. "Who's this?" Connie asked over Alice's giggles, looking at Johnny. He looked away, hunching his shoulders.

"Heh, I guess you really are afraid of girls, Johnnycakes," Dally joked, laughing as Johnny punched him in the arm. Alice sat up with a sigh, giggling from time to time.

"Nice to meet you Johnnycakes," Alice said, before falling into another laughing fit. Connie smiled.

"Well, at least you're acting normal today. It's nice to meet you Johnny, I'm Connie and giggles over here is Alice. So, you're like Dallas, right?"

Johnny nodded. Dally smirked and messed Johnny's hair a bit. "Yeah, Johnny and me were in a gang together. Had a few exciting rumbles, didn't we man?"

Johnny just nodded again, avoiding eye contact with anyone. Connie looked surprised. "Really? Not like the gangs we have here, right?"

"Nah, not our gang. We weren't organized than and we ain't organized now," Dally said with a shrug, kicking his feet up on the seat next to Alice. Alice hit his foot, but when he didn't move, ignored it.

"I hate the trip to New York. It's so dull," Alice said a few minutes later after she had settled down.

"We could play a game," Connie suggested. Dallas snorted, biting back a laugh.

"Yeah, because there are so many games we could play on a train," Alice said sarcastically.

"Yeah, like Harrass the Other Passengers, or, Run Screaming Up and Down the Train," Dally said. Connie sighed, looking at the floor in embarassment.

"Well, at least she's offering some ideas," Johnny pointed out. Dally rolled his eyes and Alice just crossed her arms and sunk a little lower into her seat.

"Hey, Dally, I was wondering, how do you do your job anyway?" Connie asked suddenly. Dally stared at her for a moment, before noticing all eyes were on him. He glared at each of them in turn.

"They didn't really tell me, so I've pretty much been guessin' about it the whole time," Dallas admitted. Alice stared at him shock, her mouth hanging open.

"Excuse me? You've been guessing? No wonder you've hardly been helpful!"

"Hey, it's not like there was some fuckin' introduction. They just shoved me at you and didn't bother explaining! It ain't my fault, so don't you be hacked off with me. Blame the people up 'there'!" Dally argued. Johnny nudged him with his elbow and gave a barely noticable nod in the direction across from them.

The passengers around them were staring at them, some glaring. Connie hid her face in her hands and slumped down into her seat and was accompanied by Alice. Johnny once again hunched over and avoided eye contact and Dally silently dared everyone to continue staring. And oh, did they dare.

xxxx

Alice's Aunt Hannah was her mother's younger sister and lived in a rather nice apartment in New York City. So, Alice and Connie had proved Dally's worry somewhat pointless. Johnny seemed to be enjoying himself however. He had never really been away from Tulsa and the neighborhood he had stayed at in Washington hadn't been much better; the huge city was certainly something he hadn't seen before.

"Alice! Connie! How're my two favorite vacationers?" A woman who was a bit larger than her sister said happily. Her hair was curly and the same color as Alice's and Jean's, but her eyes were a lighter brown. Alice and Connie both replied with a 'Fine' and carried their bags to a spare room.

"What about me? You would think you'd be happy to see your sister," Jean said with a laugh.

"I still haven't forgiven you for making my childhood traumatic. I constantly check my hair for spiders because of you," Hannah said bitterly. Jean hunched her shoulders and offered a sheepish smile.

"Sorry."

xxxx

"Man, those buildings are huge," Johnny whispered, staring out the window of the guest room that Connie and Alice would be staying in. Dally didn't seem impressed with any of this and was poking around the room.

"I'm so fuckin' bored," Dally muttered, watching as Alice and Connie unpacked. Neither of them could see them, but they knew the boys were there, so they were cautious about what they were taking out of their bags and putting into the closet.

"Well, no one ever said that this job was gonna be fun-"

"That's right," A voice interrupted. Dally groaned; Connie's guardian again. "But nothing seems to get through this boy's head."

"Hey, I saved Alice's life once already. What have you done lately, Bobby?" Dally asked bitterly, crossing his arms and leaning against the wall behind him. Bobby's face flushed in anger.

"I've been doing my job; giving advice from the sidelines, not throwing myself into Connie's life."

"Huh...well, I guess we both have different styles, now don't we?" Dally said with a smirk, wondering if Bobby would catch the subtle reference to his clothes. Apparently, he did, because he glared and refused to be in the same room for much longer and faded away.

"I don't think you should get on the others' nerves, Dal. It'll count against ya when it counts."

"That dude? He don't matter, just another geek patrollin' the hallways, like at school," Dally said with a shrug. Some of the geeks at school, before he had dropped out, would decide to be brave with a few friends and rat on the Greasers sometimes. Usually, the Greasers would beat the tar out of them so they didn't do it again. But if they weren't telling, they were reminding someone of the rules or what they shouldn't do. Dally had been more than happy after he dropped out knowing he'd never have to deal with them again.

And then Bobby showed up...

Dally swore and dug in his pocket for a cigarette. "Damn finks..." Dally muttered, lighting the cigarette and fading away. Johnny glanced over at Alice and Connie, who were currently sleeping on the floor surrounded by clothes, and followed his friend. He figured he could check up on them if Dally was still in a foul mood.

Ta-da! I luff Mr. Cakes, so I couldn't resist putting him in the story. I was going to have him show up in the epilouge, but, I figured since the story is almost over, I'll throw him in now. So, the epilouge will er...not have an introduction for Mr. Cakes I guess. Yeah. HAha, Dorky Guardian Angel. Don't worry Bobby, I luff you.