Summary: One day coming home Dallas suddenly is dumped the responsibility of being someone's older brother. Dally was the boy without hope, while Gabriel's the boy with a dream. Both share a common ground in which they never expeirenced the feeling of being loved or giving love. What happens when Gabe's hiding a terrible past and it's up to Dal to save the day? Can these two boys pull together before destiny threatens to pull them apart forever?

A/N: You like? Hopefully you do because I think you guys do. Yeah...I'm trying to keep the updates fast to keep my reviews to keep coming. It's like reviews are so addicting. Once you start you juss can't stop. Yeah so I'm doing the chapter 3 AND 4 on the day of chapter 2, but I won't post it until I reach my quota of at least 5 reviews per chapter. Ya hear? Lol i'm playing, but seriously it'd be nice and it would help Drew, my muse, to know that he's liked and the inspiration he gives me is not going unnoticed.

Disclaimer: See chapter 1

Quick fact-Quote

The moment we break faith with one another, the sea engulfs us and the light goes out. James Baldwin

Chapter 3-Unbreaking Faith

-Darry's PoV-

I was on my way home from the current roofing job I was assigned to when I saw a kid, who reminded me of Ponyboy, walk into an alley with a car full of socs following. I instantly felt sorry for the kid knowing what was about to happen. But he looked old enough to know that he shouldn't be engrossed in his thoughts in these parts of town. And he should know well enough not to be walking on his own.

Shaking my head disapprovingly, I continued driving not wanting to get in any trouble with the socs. My body was aching too much for a jumping, despite their scrawny build. But with each passing block a part of me kept telling me to turn around and go back to help the boy. Finally, I couldn't ignore the feeling and took a u-turn on the block my house was on and headed back to the alley.

Sure enough the boy was getting quite a beating. His body was already limp on the ground and yet the socs insisted on kicking him some more. I pushed down my lunch, which threatened to come back up at the sight of how bloody the boy looked.

"That's enough," I said catching everyone's attention as I slammed the car door shut.

They each gave the boy one last shove before heading over to me. They all looked young, probably Soda's age. I looked at the limp body on the ground and back at them. The unconscious boy looks like he could have taken them if they didn't catch him by suprise. I crossed my arms across my chest, flexing my arm in a not so subtle way.

To my suprise they backed away and headed to their car. I backed up my car out of the alley so they can get out. I guess they did what they needed to do because they left speeding away with smiles plastered on their faces. I pulled back into the alley stopping the truck a couple of feet away from the beaten boy.

He looked almost as bad as Johnny did when he got jumped. His lip was swollen to look like a bee stung it, and his right eye was swollen. His whole cheek was puffed up. There was blood coming out of his mouth and his brown hair was full of dried blood and dirt from the ground. His knuckles were swollen too, and one of his knuckles were busted open. He was quite a sight.

"Hey kid," I said gently trying to wake him.

He was out cold. I walked around him still trying to figure out who he was. It was a small town so most everyone knew everyone else. He looked about Pony's age, but I know all of Pony's friends, and he wasn't one of them. Come to think of it, I never seen this guy around before. It would explain why he was walking by his lonesome.

I was about to pick him up when something caught my eye. A few feet away from him was a bloody blade. I picked it up hesitantly. Examining it I read the engraving which immideatly drawed my attention.

"Dallas Winston?" I said suprised.

I wrapped the blade with my hankerchief that I kept in my back pocket for when it got too hott. Then I walked over to the kid and picked him up. He groaned a little protesting, but I don't think he had any energy left to even do anything else but groan.

"Who's he?" Ponyboy asked looking up from his book.

Pony and Soda were lunging around in the living room when I walked it. They both did a double take when the noticed how bad off the boy in my arms looked. Soda had enough sense to go and get the first aid kit, but Pony only watched as I gently set the boy down on our couch asking me questions that I didn't know the answers to.

"Who is he?" Pony persisted.

"I don't know," I said hoping he'd catch my annoyed tone.

"What happened to him?"

I rolled my eyes trying to keep my temper down. "Ponyboy if you're not going to help get in the kitchen and start dinner," I scolded.

Ponyboy glared at me before stalking off to the kitchen. I didn't have time to handle Pony's little tantrums right now. He'll get over it.

"Here you go Darry," Soda said handing me the kit. He peered over my shoulder as I tried my best to clean the guy up. Upon lifting his shirt I held in a gasp as I noticed his chest was all black and blue and scars from old knife fights. He was pretty fit too, but his muscles were hidden beneath all his scars and bruises.

"Dar we need to get him to a hospital," Soda said when he saw the boys chest and stomach.

It was then that Dally, Steve, and Two-Bit came in a smirk playing on each of their faces as Two-Bit whistled at a girl who passed by. Once they turned around to however their calm expressions were changed with worried ones as they saw me nursing to the boys wounds.

-Dally's PoV-

I finally convinced myself that Gabe was fine and I needed to stop worrying. Then when I walked into the Curtis' house I saw Darry fixing up a kid who looked like they were beaten, badly. Upon closer inspection I noticed that the kid was Gabe. I felt my heart speed up as I forced myself to walk over to Darry and peer over as if I didn't care.

"What happened?" Steve asked saving me from asking.

"He was jumped. Um walking alone in the alley, I got there too late," Darry said not taking his eyes off him. "Oh Dal, are you missing a blade?"

I racked my head thinking if I stole a blade in the last couple of days. I shook my head when I couldn't remember having a blade with me.

"Nope, how come?" I asked sitting in the smaller couch next to the big couch where Gabe was laying.

"I found this in the alley. It's got blood all over it," He handed me a hankercheif.

I unwrapped it finding my very first blade. It was the one my dad gave me as a present when I was younger. It was back in New York when my parents were still together and everyone was still somewhat a normal family. I gave it to Gabe when I found him playing with it when we were younger. I didn't think he'd keep it after all these years.

"I'm all done," Darry said as he finished wrapping the bandaid around his chest. "Do you guys know him by any chance? I want to call his parents to get them to pick him up at the hospital."

I looked up when he said hospital. I knew my old man wouldn't pay for the hospital stay and he sure as hell would beat Gabe up himself if he had to get up from his stupid lazyboy.

"No need Dar. Remember how I told you guys once I had a brother in New York? Well that's him. He arrived yesterday I'm guessing," I said looking up at Darry's, Soda's, and Johnny's shocked faces.

I was so busy with the switch I didn't even notice Johnny walk into the house. Or Pony walk out of the kitchen.

"Why did you let him walk by himself Dally? You know these streets better than anyone," Darry asked looking at me more angry than anything else.

I scoffed and rolled my eyes. I knew how dangerous it was but the kid ran off before I could even warn him. "It's not my fault, he ran off before I could say anything. It's his fault he got jumped."

"Dallas he's your brother," Soda argued.

"So?" I asked confused.

So what if he's my brother? Am I suppose to care about him? Caring about people just weakens a person. It'll just weaken me. Then one day he's going to get himself killed like everyone else. And then I'm going to get hurt if I cared.

"You're suppose to protect him," Two-Bit just had to put his word out there too.

I wasn't taking any of it. I stood off and stormed out of the house angry. I slammed the screen door shut and stalked off. I needed to get some anger out. Knowing that Tim was looking for me because I slashed his tires I decided to go to him instead of him coming to me.

Just as I got to his house, he was coming out. When he saw me he ran, tackling me to the ground. Getting the wind knocked out of me I wheezed pushing Tim off me and decking him hard on his lip. He punched me in the stomach once again loosing my air.

"Slash my tires Dal?" He asked me threatingly.

"What's it to you," I said hitting him on the head.

We kept going at it until Curly came home who pushed me off Tim. Knowing that if I stayed any longer both would gang up on me and I was too angry to fight fair. I stumbled away now feeling light headed and woozy. The adrenaline was gone and now it was replaced with the feeling of sickness and pass out tired.

I walked into the Curtis house to have all eyes turn on me. Ignoring all their looks I walked into the bathroom and didn't bother to close the door. I was so confused. The room was spinning and I had to hold onto the sink in order not to fall over. Suddenly I felt a violent thrash of my stomach. I barely had enough time to pull the seat up and bend over before all of my stomach's contents went right back out the way they came in mixed along with blood.

Great, just what I need. My whole body was aching to a point I didn't want to move a muscle and it would still hurt. My head felt like a demolishion ball just hit it twice, and now I can't even hold down lunch.

"Hey why don't you lie down in spare bedroom," Darry asked noticing me leaning on the sink. "I'll get you some asprin." He quickly added when he notice me rub my temples.

Unable to resist a comfty bed I nodded and with Darry's help I stumbled into the bed room. I kicked my shoes off and pulled my head onto the pillows falling asleep for Darry could come back with some asprin.

I woke up in the middle of the night with the urge to check up on Gabe. I don't know, but something inside of me told me to. I felt way better than I did earlier and the whole house was already asleep meaning I must have slept a good 5 hours. I quietly got out of bed knowing better than to wake up Pony and Darry who are real a real light sleepers. Soda, on the other hand, there could be an entire tornado coming at him and he wouldn't know until he woke up the next morning.

Surprised I found my brother awake whispering something on the phone. I stayed in the kitchen so he wouldn't see me and I picked up the other line that was in the kitchen.

"You didn't tell anyone where you're at right kid?" I heard a voice from the other line ask my brother.

"No, but I don't think I'm staying here long either," His voice sounded scratchy and way too high to be normal.

"I thought you said your brother could help you," My full attention was on the conversation.

"No I can't get him into this. I got myself in this...I can get myself out," My brother replied.

Is this why my brother came to Tulsa. Was he really in a lot of trouble? I felt my something spark inside of me. Something I haven't felt in so long. I felt like I needed to protect my brother. Like I WANTED to be involve.

"You know you can't just keep running until forever. They're going to find you," The voice on the other end said.

I heard my brother sigh and wince out in pain. "I know. But they're not going to find me here. I have to go."

"Don't get yourself killed you hear me? If they're there you got to tell your brother. They're gonna use him to get to you. Don't get close for both your sakes. Listen damn it! God your so stubborn." The voice practically shouted on the other end.

"Don't you think I know that? I'm not going to be here long enough for that to happen. Give me until Saturday and I'm out,"

"Joel who's that? Is that Gabby?" I heard someone wrestling for the other line. I felt something get stuck in my throat as I forced myself to continue listening.

"Gabby, we're coming to get you. To teach you a lesson..."

A/N: Ok so maybe he didn't get to talk to him. But I promise tomorrow he will. I mean I'll update tomorrow. Just give me my reviews and I'll keep going. Yeah yeah you know the deal. Adios!! (Part where you review)