Author's Note:  Hello again!

Lynne:  Hi!

Kate:  Hello.

I've put Lynne and Kate on a sugar diet. 

Kate:  Thank god.  But why me too?

It had to be fair.  If only she had been put on it, it wouldn't have been fair.

Lynne:  I think you have to get on with the A/Ns now, Man. 

What?  * looks over shoulder to see waiting readers *  Oh!  Sorry about that.  Wowie!  111 Reviews!

Kate:  Wowie? 

Shush.  Aw, thank you guys so much!  I love all my reviewers!   * gives big gushy thank you *

And now on to answering them!:

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MissLKid ~ Thank you!

Kate:  That was brief.

Oh I know.  ^_^

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Litzy Bitzy ~ Thank you so much!  You don't know how much it means to me when someone tells me that.  

Kate:  Please don't get all mushy.

Lynne:  I think it's sweet!

Thank you so very much!  I can't explain to you how it's reviews like yours that inspire me to write!  Thanks!

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Kimmerkay ~ * hands cookie * Thank you for going to the trouble to review! I'm glad you liked Between, too. 

Lynne:  She can't kill Pony.

Kate:  Why not?

Lynne:  Be-Because she………can't! 

Kate:  * smirk *  Sure, whatever.

* pats puppy *   Thank you!

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Latinagal ~  Thank you nine times!  Wow, a review for every chapter, I feel so special.

Kate:  It's won't last. 

Stop being to pessimistic.

Kate:  No.

* heavy sigh *   Thank you anway, Latinagal!

Estelle Yavetil ~ I always have trouble spelling your name.  O_o

Kate:  That's because you can't type. 

Lynne:  That wasn't very nice.  Apologise.

Kate: -_-  Sorry.

O_O  Wow.  Anyway, thank you!

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Queen-Seta/Remmy ~ Aww, thank you!   I hope the publishing thing goes well, too.  Unfortunately, I'm still on the second chapter, and I have to get it done by the end of the summer.  Be happy though, that I'm writing this instead!

Kate:  Why should she be happy?

Lynne: Stop being so depressing.  Be happy! 

Kate:  Man, I don't like it when Lynne's not on sugar.  She's too bossy. 

Would you rather have her running around insane-like?

Kate:  GOD, no. 

Ok, then.  And Remmy, It's about a girl who runs away but is turned away from her destination so has to find a new way of life.  She gets caught up in a crime, and is on the run from the authorities.  She befriends a thief, and the adventure just catches on from there.  It has quite a long summary.  That was barely the beginning! O_o  ^_~  I think it's P. P. S.    P. S. is for Post Script, and so it's Post Post Script.  Make sense?  It is fun!  Oops, too late!

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Celestra ~  Thanks for the review!  Yay!  Pie! 

Kate:  We get some too! * gobbles some pie *

Lynne:  What about my non-sugar diet?

* Shakes head at good conscience *  You really are all good aren't you?

Lynne:  * nods *

Well, I'm sure one piece won't hurt……… 

Lynne:  Yay!  * eats piece *

Thank you, Celestra!  We all enjoyed the pie!

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Tim The Enchantress ~ Aww! Thank you so much.  That means so much to me.  Like Litzy Bitzy's review, this touched me.

Kate:  More with the mushy stuff.

Lynne:  Shush.

Thank you.  * giggles *  I have a fan!  ^_^

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Dreaminboutdal ~  THANK YOU!  YOUR REVIEW WAS GREAT!  hehehe!

Kate: You are so immature.

Lynne:  I don't think so.

Kate:  Just………be quiet.

Lynne:  Okay.

O_o

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Burnin' ~  Woman of many names.  Burning woman of many names.  Hey, I swear your story doesn't like me. NEITHER of my reviews showed up.  * growl * 

Lynne:  It's ok; I think she got them emailed to her. 

Thanks, Lynne.  But still.  Speaking of which, did you add a new chapter?  * uses amazing story-sense to sniff out new chapter *   Wowie!  You did!  Must go review…….. 

Kate:  WHERE'S THE FRIGGIN COCONUT-TURNED SQUIRREL????   

Lynne:  I think he's somewhere over there.  * points in direction of burnin * 

Kate:  Oh.  * runs off * 

Lynne:  Aww, please can I have some sugar, Man?  I hate being sane. 

It's good for you.

Lynne: Oh ok. 

God your gullible. 

Lynne:  What does gullible mean? 

Nevermind.  ^_~  All I have to say, Burnin', is that you have hellishly broad shoulders.  Whoo-Hoo!  Common everybody, party on Burnin's shoulders!  WOOT!  Heheh.   Erm, sorry Burnin'.  Can't save you.  The animals won't let me.  * points to animals forming a petition against Man saving Burnin' *  uh huh.  * shrug *   Zero, BE NICE to Stanley.  He saved your life!  And Stanley, those shoes got you into Camp Greenlake in the first place.  You don't like them.  Why do I feel like I'm talking to one year olds?  * heavy sigh *

Kate:  Oh goody.  /(Sarcastically)/ 

What the hell Kate? 
Kate:  I don't know.

Okaaaaaaaay. 

Lynne:  Can I have some sugar?  Please? 

No. 

Lynne:  Aw. -_-  Where's Horsey?  ^_^ 

Uhm.  Somewhere with Burnin'. 

Lynne: Okay!  ^_^  * jumps on Horse's back *

Horse:  What are you doing? 

Lynne:  Riding!

Kate:  This could get really perverted.

KATE!!!!!!!! 

Kate:  ^_^ 

Argh. 

Kate:  I wanna hurt some squirrels.  * starts using rather large sling shot to knock Squirrels out window *

Thank you so much for the reviews (note the plural!)  Burnin'!  We love you!   You rock!  And don't give Lynne any sugar!

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And now onto the story.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer:  I don't own the Outsiders.

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((Pony's POV))

I leaned back against the back of the seat.  To tell the truth, I wasn't feeling very good.  I wish I had remembered to take the aspirin out of my backback in the trunk and into my pocket.  But hey, who wouldn't be nervous going to the remains of the place where your friend died?

Ok, so Johnny didn't actually die in the church, but in the hospital.  But he was fatally hurt in the burning church that caused him to die in the hospital.  I had to look out the window as my vision became fuzzy as tears threatened.  Not now, I couldn't cry with the whole gang in the same car.  I leaned my cheek against the cool glass of the window. 

"You ok, honey?"  Soda asked from beside me.  I swear Sodapop was never going to assume I'm fine again.  Ever since reading my theme.  The downfall to that had been that Soda now knew that usually I was faking when I said I was all right.

I nodded, my face still against the glass. 

"Hey Darry, turn on the radio!"  Steve shouted from beside Soda.

Soda, Steve and I were in the backseat of Darry's car, Two-Bit in the front seat, and Darry driving. 

Two-Bit cranked up the radio.  It blared through the car, and out onto the road through Darry and Two-Bit's windows. 

"Turn that shit down!"  Darry muttered, and turned the dial down a few notches. 

"Aww, light'n up Darry.  Besides, I know ya like it."  Soda said, grinning. Darry couldn't help but grin back. 

I sighed, and tapped my fingers on my knees.  This was going to be an interesting ride.

I didn't actually know how long it took to get to Windrixville from Tulsa.  I fell asleep when Johnny and I caught the train.  I remembered how Johnny had let me sleep and kept lookout despite how he probably wanted to sleep himself. 

Why did you have to die, Johnny?

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((Soda's POV))

            Pony looked sick.  I didn't blame the kid.  I knew what he'd been through.  Actually, I found it amazing that he survived it. 

            "Ponyboy, Steve, open your windows!"  I said, and they glared at me, Pony from leaning against the glass and Steve just plain annoyed.  "Jesus, do I have to do everything myself?"  I asked with mock exasperation. 

            I pushed Steve aside and lunged over him to the window where I started to roll down his window.  Steve pushed my arm out of his face and rolled his eyes while I was sprawled across his lap rolling the window down.  I heard laughter from Pony, and I inwardly congratulated myself.  The kid needed all he could get to cheer him up.

            "You won't like so goddamned much when he's lounged all over you like this."  Steve told Ponyboy ruefully. 

Pony just laughed harder.

            "Alrigh'.  Your turn, Pony."  I said brightly, and threw myself over him to his window.    Steve put his head in his hands as he shook his head, but I could see his grin.

            "Hey, comm'on, you couldn't just ask, could you?"  Pony asked with a wide smile. 
            "Nope. 'Sides, I tried, you guys ain't listening."  I said as I finished his window. 

            I pushed him aside and stuck my head out his window.

            "Hey, if your head gets knocked off, don't come cryin' to me."  Darry muttered. 

            "Don't worry your pretty lil' head, I wo-………" I was cut off.  I had seen something behind us.

            "SHIT!"  I shouted, pulling my head back in the car. 

            "They've been following us for five miles."  Darry said calmly. 

            "God damn it, Darry," I murmured.  I couldn't believe it.  "Why didn' you tell us?" 

            "What?  What's happening?"  Pony asked.  Two-Bit and Steve had their heads stuck out their own windows, but Pony was now stuck in the middle. 

            "Two mustangs. Filled with Socs.  Two-Bit explained. "Bastards!  Why they following us?"

            "Tuff, real tuff."  Steve muttered sarcastically.  "No way the five of us can take ten of them!" 

            "Well, we sure as hell are goin' to."  I said quietly.  I glanced back out the window again, then looked steadily at Darry. "That dick has messed with us too many times."

            Two-Bit and Steve agreed with me, and Darry said nothing.  And then I remembered.  Ponyboy.

            My head snapped around to my little brother.  He was deathly pale, and shaking.  I put my arm around him and pulled him close. 

            "Soda………I………I………I'm gunna to be sick."  He whispered.

            I held him closer. 

"Shh.  Breath, just breath honey.  Just relax, ok?"  I murmured to him.  He nodded shakily.

            "Darry!"  I said without looking up.

            "I know, little buddy."  He said calmly.  Why was he always so god damned calm?

"Darry, what's the sock look like that's drivin' the black mustang?"  I asked.  Darry glanced around from driving and stared at me, confused.  He looked in the review mirror. 

            "Uh, big, brown hair, football team jacket."  He said quickly, and then looked back at the road.  "Why?"

            Beside me, Pony gasped, and sunk into the seat.  He looked really sick. 

            "Jake."  I said.  "His name's Jake Carson.  He's the fucker that beat up Pony." 

            Darry's hands jerked on the wheel, causing the car to slightly veer off course before returning to the middle of the road. 

            "Asshole." I heard Two-Bit mutter from ahead of me.

            Now Pony really looked like he was going to throw up.  Shit.  He must be scared out of his mind.  Ponyboy was real calm in rumbles, and was brave as hell, but after being almost beaten to death no body expected him to be real tuff towards the jerk.  We didn't expect Johnny to.  And he wasn't. At least Pony wasn't just generally scared of everything, like Johnny.  

            "They're getting' way closer, close enough to………" Two-Bit had his head out his window again.  Suddenly, he wrenched his head back in the car and snapped his head around to Darry.           "They got a heater!"

            They had a gun?  Oh god no. 

            "GET DOWN!"  Darry yelled, as a sharp sound gut through the air.  A gunshot.  I shoved Pony and myself forward so that we were leaning on our knees.  Steve, Pony and I covered our heads with our arms.  Two-Bit was leaning forward, too, and Darry had his arm covering his neck, but still had to lean up to drive. 

            Another shot rang through the air, and this time, I heard it hit the road beside the car.   Another shot and it hit the back of the car. 

            "Argh!"  Steve yelled as the sound of metal crunched under the pressure of the bullet.  Another shot came, and this time hitting the glass behind us.  It shattered, causing shards to fall all around us and cut into our arms and backs.  I heard Darry curse; this was his car getting wrecked. 

            More shots came, making bullet sized holes in the back of our car and bumper, as well as hitting the road behind and beside us.  One bullet went through the gaping hole of where the glass used to be and flew through to hit the front windshield.  By this time the car was swerving on the road; it was hard for Darry to concentrate on driving when getting shot at. 

            Suddenly, the car jerked.  The Socs had finally hit what they were aiming for.  Our wheels.  First it was the back left, then the back right.  Sparks flew up, and metal screeched on the asphalt.  I squeezed my eyes shut, and felt a piece of glass wedged in the skin of my arm.  Darry yelled as the car went out of his control, and with a deafening squeal of brakes, veered off the road. 

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Author's Note:  Muah.  Sorry about the evil cliffy, I'll try to update soon. I'm writing my exams tomorrow, (oh god help me!  Eek!)  But after that its summer vacation and I'll have lots of time to write!  I'm planning on finishing this story first, then working on Between.  My Holes fic will just be ongoing. 

Kate:  It's the Outsiders section.  They won't care about your Holes fic.

They might.  Anyway, yeah.  Say it Lynne.  * Lynne hides behind Man * 

Lynne:  I don't want to say it. 

Aww, come on.  Here's some sugar.

Lynne:  YAY!!!! ^______________^

Kate:  Are you INSANE???

Yes.

Lynne:  Please review!  * bounces around *  Review!  Review!  Review!  Reeeeevvvviiiiiiieeeeewwwww!

Erm.  Yeah.  Please?

Your faithful writer,

~Eh, Man

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