A/N: YAY! I updated again! See, I DO update! Sadly, this is the last chapter . . . cry your hearts out, people, but that's not going to make me change this ending from happening. I'm starting a new story, and also check out my recent one: Thoughts Can Be Deceiving. So please, as you did with all of the chapters, review this one. I'd like to thank my mom, my dad, NOT my brother . . . o yeah! And my reviewers! Thanks a bunch!

Disclaimer: I DONT own the hot bunch of Outsiders that I saw in the movie, or the ones I portrayed in my mind as I read the book. If I did, I'd be making out with Sodapop right now! LOL!

Miracles Do Happen

"Darrel Curtis?"

It was an officer. He was holding an unsuspecting victim by the collar roughly . . . Sodapop! He was unconscious and looked a complete mess. The officer shoved him roughly into Darry's arms and said, "I found the scoundrel in the middle of a West Side street and realized he belonged to you. What the hell was he doing there?"

"We have no idea . . . he must have gotten drunk. It'll never happen again, officer. Thank you," said Darry. The officer nodded and walked away. Darry closed the door behind him. The gang was immediately by his side.

"Soda! I can't believe it! It was as easy as that!" Two-Bit exclaimed.

Darry set Soda down on the floor and looked at him. He forcefully opened one of his eyes and saw that they were completely bloodshot.

"His hangover started and it doesn't look like it finished," said Darry.

"Soda! Soda, please wake up! Come on, buddy! Wake up!" Pony pleaded, looking at his brother. Soda still wore the clothes of a Soc and his hair was still slicked stupidly, but nonetheless, they had Soda back. Maybe not in mind, but they had him back.

Soda groaned and turned over on his side without opening his eyes.

"Bob, come on . . . no more beer . . ." he mumbled.

"Soda, you're not with Bob anymore! You're back with us! Wake up!" said Dally.

Soda stirred once more and his eyelids flickered open. He looked around wildly and then backed away like a trapped animal. "S-stay away from me!" he said.

"Soda, come on . . . you have to fight this amnesia thing," Pony said as he outstretched an arm to touch Soda. He looked on the verge of tears.

"You're my enemy! Bob! BOB!" Soda screamed to the air. He kept backing away until his back touched the couch. Dally could take no more nonsense. He picked Soda up by the collar of his madras shirt and brought him to his feet, and then three inches above the ground. He shook Soda and said, "If you keep callin' that good for nothin' Soc, I'ma have to slug your face in, you got that?"

"Let him go, Dal. He isn't in the condition to be criticized," Darry said defensively.

"BOB! BOB! BO –"

Dally suddenly punched Soda across his cheek, making him shut up. He forcefully pushed Soda onto the couch and sighed, running a hand through his blond hair.

"I don't understand anything anymore . . ." Soda looked close to tears before he put his hands on his face. Darry could hear sobs wracking him.

"Look, we're gonna get this straight," Steve said softly. He took a seat besides Soda on the couch and put a reassuring arm around his shoulder. Soda took his hands off of his face and stared at Steve, flinching slightly. "But first, we gotta get you out of those damn clothes!"

"Yeah man, did them Socs dress you up?" Two-Bit joked. Soda closed his eyes and groaned again, holding his stomach.

"You look more drunk than Two-Bit, man," said Dally.

"I'm never going to drink again . . ." Soda mumbled. "Who are you again?"

"Forget it . . . just go change into somethin' normal and meet us back here."

"Alright."

Soda slowly got up and went into the first door he saw. "I hope he knows that's the kitchen," said Steve.

"Soda, go upstairs! First room on your right!" shouted Darry.

Soda appeared in the hall again and then clambered upstairs. He soon reemerged with a pair of jeans and a white shirt. His hair was still Socy. Steve walked up to him and said, "Something's missing . . ." He took out a jar of hair grease, dipped his hands in it, and began wiping his hands all over Soda's hair. He kept at it until Soda's hair was heavily greased. Steve stepped back to admire his work.

"I guess I feel a little more comfortable . . ." Soda admitted. He sat in between Johnny and Pony on the couch. "So where's my explanation . . . um . . ."

"Darry."

"Right . . . Darry . . ."

Everyone sighed at the same time and sat down. Darry still stood and stared at Soda. "Alright, I think it would be best if Steve explained the first bit."

Soda turned to Steve. His eyes lingered on his blue shirt. It was the same blue shirt he had seen in the flashback. "What's that shirt?" he asked suddenly.

"What – this?" Steve asked as he indicated his DX shirt.

"Yeah – what is it for?"

"You got one like it. We work at the gas station called the DX. That's when the Socs came and jumped us. They just attacked us and I guess they hit your head real bad, Sodapop. They were the ones that stabbed you, not me," Steve replied.

"But I thought Socs were my friends. Why would they stab me?"

"They ain't your damn friends! They only pretended to be your friends so that they could take advantage of your amnesia!" Dally shouted in rage. "We're your real friends! Get that through your skull!"

"Dal, calm down!" Pony snapped.

"What the hell did you say to me?"

Pony instantly silenced. Darry shot daggers at Dally. "Don't you speak to him that way!"

"Guys . . . please stop screaming . . ." Soda begged. He was holding his head in his hands again.

"Sorry Soda."

"Anyway, we really are your friends and I can prove it to you. I'm your younger brother, Ponyboy. That's your older brother, Darry. He's Keith, but everyone calls him Two-Bit 'cause he's always mouthing off. That's Steve - your best friend since forever. He's Johnny – he don't speak much. And that mean-lookin' guy's Dally. He's your average JD," Pony explained as he pointed to everyone. "We're Greasers," he finished off.

"Greasers, good . . . Socs, bad . . ." Soda repeated to himself.

"Yeah, that's it! Do you remember anythin'?"

"Nothin' . . . I don't wanna have amnesia for the rest of my life, guys! I wanna remember having fun with all of you! I wanna know where I belong!" Soda looked as close to tears as Pony.

"We know, baby . . . we know . . ."

Something suddenly flew through the window, scattering glass all over the floor. "Get down!" Darry ordered to everyone. He flung Soda off the couch and onto the ground and then grabbed for Ponyboy. Another window was shattered and something hit Two-Bit roughly on the head.

"OUCH!" he screamed, rubbing his head where the object hit him. It was a brick. A lousy brick. Dally stood up from his position on the floor and looked out of the shattered window. Whoever had thrown the brick had disappeared.

"They're gone," he announced.

Just as he said that, two objects were thrown through the shattered window. Smoke seeped out of them, shrouding the room with its contents. Everyone in the area suddenly felt their eyelids drooping. The last words were spoken by Darry. "Sleeping gas . . ."

…:The Vacant Lot:…

Soda's POV

Someone ground the heel of their boot into my ribs and I jerked awake. My eyes still drooped slightly as I tried to remember what had happened. The last thing I remembered was smoke . . . a lot of smoke.

"Wake up you filthy greaser!" someone spat. I looked in their direction and realized it was Bob.

"So I am a greaser!" I exclaimed. I tried to get up, but he forced me back down roughly.

"So you figured it out? You were so dumb to fall into our trap. But no one's gonna help you now."

Bob flipped out a switchblade and put one foot on my chest hard, causing me to wheeze heavily. 'This is it!' I thought. 'This is the end and I don't even get to remember anything!' I waited for Bob to bring the knife down to my throat, but it never came. I heard footsteps and angry shouts and then the foot on my stomach was taken off. I looked to see the gang running towards the Socs. 'So they really are my friends.'

"Leave him alone, you damn Socs!" Steve shouted. He instantly tackled Bob, making the switchblade fly from his hand. But that didn't end anything. Randy suddenly picked me up and forced my arms behind my back. I felt like I was being arrested. Every greaser had himself a Soc and were trying their best to fight.

Randy shoved me to a wall and told me to stay still and not struggle. I felt too weak to put up a fight, so I stayed put. If Randy wasn't holding me up, my knees would have buckled.

"Let go of him you bastard!" I heard someone yell. I think it was my older brother . . . Darry. Yeah, that's his name! Randy was suddenly flung away from me and I slid down the wall, breathing heavily. I could hear the grunts of the greasers doing their best to fight the Socs, but it was coming through one of my ears and going out the other. I closed my eyes and tried to make myself rest in the awkward situation.

Something rammed into me suddenly and I was knocked over. I opened my eyes to see Bob. His hands grasped around my neck and his flushed face looked insane. I gasped for breath, but he wouldn't let me have it. My fingers clawed at his hands, but they wouldn't let go. I felt my lungs cripple. He took my head off the ground for a moment and then I seemed to hover there. But then he shot my head back to the concrete and I felt extreme pain. I tried to scream, but I had lost my breath. He lifted my head once more, then slammed it again, and I felt myself go down into a peaceful silence.

…:Wherever Soda Thinks He Is:…

Something was gripping my hand intensely and I heard sobs. My hand ached and I tried to move, but then my entire body ached. I opened my eyes and looked around. Darry clasped my hand, his eyes closed like he was praying. Ponyboy was sobbing and Johnny rubbed his back, trying to comfort him. Two-Bit, Steve, and Dally were all sitting around me, staring ahead of them into a void of nothingness.

'Where the hell am I? What happened?' I asked myself. I then realized that this place was too white to be my house. It was the hospital. But what was I doing in a hospital? Did I get into an accident?

"Darry?" I asked weakly. Darry's head shot up and his eyes opened. He looked at me.

"You're awake, Sodapop! You're awake!" He looked like he was restraining himself to hug me.

"Good golly! You took quite a hit to the head!" Two-Bit exclaimed.

"What are you talking about? What happened to me?" I asked.

"You had amnesia and the Socs convinced you that you were one of them! You don't remember any of it?" Steve asked.

I shook my head, no.

"It's a long story, but we'll start it."

I listened to the story intently, cringing at the part where I had stabbed Steve. He didn't look distraught in the least. He actually seemed happy, which rather scared me. When the story ended, I looked from every one of them.

"I . . ." I gulped, "I did all of those things?" When they nodded, I looked at Steve. "Sorry for stabbing you." Then I turned to everyone. "Sorry for everything I did."

"We're just glad to have you back, buddy. We're just glad to have you back . . ."

…:THE END:…

OceanLily12's Note: WAAH! The story's over! NO! I'm gonna have my fun writing the next ones though! For a beginner in Outsider's fanfic, how do you think I did? Thanks to all of you reviewers out there! You ROCK! Peace n Mahalo people!