Sorry it's taken a while.

Note: I was unable to find an exact answer for how long Dallas would be imprisoned for buying drugs illegally. So, I have taken the liberty of choosing a sentence for him out of what little knowledge I have. Should anyone know how long he should be, let me know and I'll change it. So, for now, don't quote me on how long. I did try to find it, but failed. Also, I am planning on changing Molly's illness. I don't know what to yet. You'll know by the next chapter. I'll let you know when I change the last chapter, too.

Leigha and Anna, I hope the description is better in this chapter. I worked a lot on this chapter and hope it shows.

Dallas' POV

I awoke to a familiar sight. The gray walls of a jail cell, cement walls, greeted me when I opened my eyes. The metal bars seemed like a friend I hadn't visited in a while. I was used to this sort of thing happening, but I didn't remember how I ended up here this time, or what I had done.

I rubbed the back of my neck. It ached from the awkward position I had slept in and the uncomfortable cot in the jail cell.

I sat up and looked around. The cold room seemed the same, bare except for a toilet in the corner, a sink with a bar of soap, and the cot I was laying on. The rough polyester blanket was uncomfortable to lay on, the pillow flat and pointless to use. I might as well go with out, considering it was about as flat as a piece of paper.

I leaned against the cold concrete wall behind me. I could see someone in the cell across from mine, looking vaguely familiar. I blinked a few times, trying to clear my foggy vision, and soon I was able to recognize the man as Jimmy Collins.

Shit. I remembered what had happened. We had been caught. Jimmy was selling me drugs when a cop must have come and seen us. I had run, though there wasn't much point, and they must have caught me. I remember getting hit by something sharp and then everything turned black. What had they done to me?

I got up and walked the few steps to the bars. I grabbed hold of them, looking like the true prisoner.

"Jimmy!" I said in a loud whisper.

Jimmy, sitting in the corner of his cell, looked up. He looked scared to death. I assumed he hadn't been in jail before, or at least not much.

He stood shakily and came to the bars on his cell.

"Hey, Dallas," He said quietly.

"What happened to me, man?"

"They shot you. It was a tranquilizer gun. You're lucky they didn't just shoot you with a real gun. It scared me because I thought they'd killed you."

I snorted. What difference would that have made?

"How long are we in for?"

"The cops said we're looking up to three years, longer for me because I had more drugs on me. I was supposed to meet someone else, but since we got caught..." He shuddered.

I knew what it felt like to be in a jail cell for the first time. It wasn't easy. I got used to it pretty quickly, though.

"Just what I need. This'll get me sobered up pretty quick, huh?" I said sarcastically. I didn't want to think about being in here for up to three years. I'd be comfortable enough, but I wanted to be out. I was danger when caged up, more so than usual I suppose.

Jimmy turned and went back to his cot. He lay down, covering himself with the blanket. I watched him shiver, then close his eyes tightly to try to get some sleep.

I sighed. I supposed I was in for quite the stay. Might as well get comfortable, too.

Steve's POV

I pounded my fist on the counter at the DX. I had been searching for the key to the cash register for fifteen minutes without any luck. My head was pounding with a migraine and my frustration with the key was only making it worse.

Soda came in, grease on his hands and smudges of it on his shirt.

"Hey, man. Any luck?" He asked cheerfully as he sat at the counter in front of me.

"No," I growled. I couldn't keep the anger out of my voice. Things just weren't going my way lately.

I hadn't seen my father since he had stabbed me. It didn't bother me. The old drunk could die for all I cared. I had been staying at three different places: Two-Bit's house, the Curtis' house, and Buck's. I tried to stay out of Two-Bit's house as much as I could. Something was definitely going on in their house that I didn't know about. His little sister Molly was awfully angry all the time. I had asked her to pass the salt one night when I stayed for dinner and she told me to go to hell. I tried to keep from talking to her after that.

Soda was watching me as I let my thoughts wander. I shook myself, trying to bring myself back to the reality at hand.

"You want to look for it?" I asked him.

"Sure, buddy."

Soda got up and looked for it while I left and went out to work on the black mustang. It just needed a basic tire change, something I could do in my sleep. I hadn't even gotten the flat tire off when Soda came out.

"Tell me you didn't find it," I said when I could see him trying to hold in a laugh.

"Okay. I didn't find it."

I glared at him and his laugh escaped.

"Where was it then?" I asked.

"Hanging on the key chain by the coat racks in the back, where it always is."

He laughed at me when I cussed under my breath at him. Soda was a wise ass, but he was my best friend. I was happy that he was able to find some happiness in the situation. He deserved some happiness after all.

"Hand me the new tire and shut up," I ordered.

Darry's POV

I got home earlier than usual that night. Soda and Pony were watching tv when I came through the front door.

"Hey, Darry. What are you doing home so early?" Soda asked when I came in.

"I was able to finish up early. What are you guys watching?"

"Oh, just some Perry Mason. I don't get what Pony sees in that show."

Soda rolled his eyes. Pony didn't look like he had even heard us.

"Hey, Pony. How are you doing?" I asked as I sat down in the arm chair. I smiled as I saw his hair, blonde at the tips where the bleached-blonde hair still lingered. We tried to keep from teasing him about it. It didn't look that bad.

"Fine," He said absently.

I looked over at Soda who started making fun of him by leaning forward in his chair and resting his chin in his hands as he stared at the tv.

Pony finally noticed what he was doing and shoved Soda hard in the shoulder.

"Wh-what?" Soda said in a daze.

Pony grinned at his antics. I was happy to see a smile on his face. It seemed we never had enough of them lately.

"Shut up," Pony said teasingly.

Soda reached over and gave Pony a noogie, which he fought to get out of. His hair was messy afterwards, pointing in several different directions.

"Cool hair," I commented, though I didn't really want to get caught in the crossfire between those two.

"If you two are going to be like that, I'm going to bed," Pony threatened, though I could tell he wasn't really offended.

"We're just teasing, Pony. Lighten up." Soda pushed him back against the couch with his arm so Pony couldn't leave.

"Fine, I'll stay. But lay off, you hear?"

Soda and I looked at each other and grinned.

We sat there, watching tv for a couple of hours before we decided to go to bed. I was thankful that we had had more time together. Pony had another appointment with the physical therapist coming up, which I'd have to take him to. That would give us sometime, but it wasn't the same as all of us being together.

I went to my room, switching on the light as I came through the doorway. I looked to my dresser, which had clothes hanging out of it. I went there to grab a pair of shorts and a t-shirt to change into for bed. I should have taken a shower, but I was too tired to.

I was asleep as soon as I got into bed. My muscles ached, as well as my stomach. Today wasn't one of the days to take medicine and I was hurting because of it.

I wasn't asleep that long when I heard a loud thud and then some screams.

I jumped out of bed, nearly running into the door frame in my hurry.

I went into Pony and Soda's room and found Pony laying on the floor, thrashing about. Soda looked frightened as he sat beside him trying to wake him up.

"He fell out of bed!" Soda cried when he saw me standing there.

I had already found that out on my own, but I didn't bother telling Soda that. I got down on the floor beside them and shook Pony by the shoulders.

"Pony! Come on, kiddo, wake up!" I said loudly.

Pony hit me a few times in the chest as he wriggled out of my grasp. I let go of his shoulders.

I could see a bright red mark on the side of his face. He must have landed funny.

Pony suddenly gasped, sounding as though he was choking. He reached down and grabbed at his left leg, the one that had been partially amputated.

He screamed after he tried to grab it.

"Pony!" I shouted in his face as I brought him up to me.

Pony's eyes shot open. He searched the room, as though expecting someone to be there who wasn't. He looked down at his leg and leaned back against the hard wood floor.

He closed his eyes and soon tears began to spill from his closed lids. Soda and I looked at each other, both frightened by what was going on. I hoped he was okay.

"Pony? Are you all right?" I asked.

He turned on his side with some difficulty. He began to sob hard, chokingly. I reached down and scooped him up off the floor. I stood and went to their bed to sit down. Soda joined us.

Pony grabbed a fistful of the front of my shirt and pulled himself up closer to me. He buried his face in the hollow of my neck and he cried, gut-wrenching sobs that sounded so heartbroken I felt my own eyes fill with tears.

What had brought all of this on?