Wow, ideas are running outta my brain like sand! Doin' my best.

Ice's POV

The Jets walked to the lot in anticipation for the rumble. The Sharks were there waiting. I noticed that a third of them weren't there. That was good, our numbers evened out a little. The rumble began…

Anybodys' POV

I walked around restlessly. I was imagining what was happening in the lot. I hoped Ice was okay. As I paced I didn't notice a group of PRs coming toward me. When I did notice they were watching me. "What d'you want?" I demanded.

They just smile. I vaguely can identify them as Sharks. Why aren't they at the rumble? I stop pacing and glare at them. "If you have no business with me, then get lost, Spics!" I spit at them.

"Fiery," one of them chuckles. "I like it." He starts up the stoop and I put up my fists. I didn't want to admit it, but I was kinda scared. I was badly outnumbered and I was only one girl. Ice's furious ranting came back to me: "Have you seen yourself? You're skinnier than a rail! You're arms barely have anything on them! You're a girl! The Sharks would have you beat in five minutes!"

"You stay away from me!" I warned. They laughed and advanced on me. I wasn't going down without a fight. I punched the first Shark I saw. I kicked the next one. But there was six of them; and one of me. I remembered how the Jets had nearly raped Anita the night Riff, Tony, and Bernardo died. Were these Sharks going to do that to me? Not without a fight, they wouldn't. I tried to fight them off but they were too strong. "One day no one's gonna be there to stop the guy and he'll punch you right back." Why don't I listen?

They battered me before shoving me to the ground. Hoping they'd hear me, I whistled as loud as I could. "Come on, Polack! Is that the best you can do?" they taunted. "A whistle isn't going to hurt us!" They laughed manically. I shut my eyes and prayed, 'Oh please, God, let them hear me. I promise, I'll try not to slug out the guys. I'll listen to Ice when he tells me I can't do something. But please, let them hear me!'

Ice's POV

The rumble was a huge disappointment for the boys. The Bears might've looked tough, but were really wimps at heart. The Shark/Bears fled quickly. Suddenly, a shrill whistle pierced the air. My head snapped up, alarmed. The only people who knew that whistle were Jets. The only Jet who wasn't in the lot was Anybodys. "Anybodys!" I cried.

The Jets rallied and we ran towards the sound of the whistle. We found six Sharks and Anybodys brawling. She was badly bruised and her shirt was torn. She looked ready to collapse. I ran and smashed the guy who was hitting her. "Ice!" she rasped, her accent heavy. I couldn't talk that moment because of the other Sharks. The Jets were happy for a fight and soon we drove off the Sharks.

Anybodys fell and I grabbed her. "Anybodys?" my voice was too high. She was sweating and bleeding and a mess.

The gang circled us. Baby John knelt next to her. "Anybodys?" he asked weakly. "Ice, is she still alive?"

"Of course she is!" I replied, my voice cracking up another octave. I groped for her pulse. It was barely there. "You don't know CPR, d'you?"

Baby John shook his head. "C'mon, Anybodys, you can do this," I muttered.

"Damn PRs," Action spat. "We're gonna get them."

I barely heard him. She was dying. "You know any doctors?" I asked.

"There's the one on my block," Baby John replied. "But all the doctors are closed now!"

"Don't care," I replied picking up Anybodys. All I needed to do was keep her breathing. We'd take it from there. Baby John leading the way, we ran to the doctor's. I kicked the door a few times because I was holding her. The door opened and a pissed looking old man appeared.

"What do you want at this un-Godly hour!?" he demanded.

"She's gonna die if you don't help!" I shouted. He blinked and motioned us in. "Put her there," he pointed to a couch. I laid down Anybodys. "Ya see, it's gonna be okay, baby. It'll be alright," I wasn't sure if I could believe myself.

"Go," the doctor waved us out of the room. "Let me work,"

We went into a kitchen and sat around. I paced back and forth. I should've let her fight, I thought angrily, she wouldn't have gotten hurt there.

"Calm down, Ice, the Doc'll fix her," the guys told me. I didn't stop pacing until the doctor walked in. "The girl will be fine. She just needs some rest. She's awake now, if you want to talk to her."

We went back into the main room and Anybodys was sitting up on the couch. "Hey, buddy boys," she said in her usual manner.

"Thank God you're alive!" I said sitting on the edge of the couch. She leaned forward and slapped me hard, right across the face. "What the hell was that for?"

"For not letting me go to the rumble," she replied coolly. I laughed. Thank God she was still alive. Where would we be without her?

We walked home slowly, Anybodys leaning on me. The guys branched off and finally it was just us. "My place or yours?" I asked.

"Mine," she replied. We got there and I carried her up the stairs. I laid her down on her bed and she fell asleep almost instantly. I wandered around her apartment. There was one other bedroom, her sister's. The kitchen was bare and as far as I could tell there wasn't any food. No wonder Anybodys is so skinny. I walked around aimlessly before going back into Anybodys' room. She was tossing and turning so I lay down next to her and wrapped my arms around her. She woke up and looked at me. "What's up, Ice?"

"You aren't sleeping well," I replied.

"I got too much energy." She grumbled.

"I think I know how to fix that," I climbed on top of her and kissed her. She wrapped her arms around my head and pulled me closer.

Anybodys' POV

We pulled our clothes off pretty quickly. Ice's kisses were rough and he used his teeth more than his lips. He moved to my chest and kissed me there. His teeth left flowering purple bruises. He had a lot more energy than I did. He should, he got pumped for a rumble and then it turned into a flop. He had a lot to get rid of. He controlled me completely. Ice is the only one who can love me this way. Soon he's inside and I'm hot, wet, and tight and he groans out my name. He is rough and demanding, he wants me to give myself to him. I scream out his name, "ICE!" We fall together and our breathing is heavy.

"Better?" he asks me smiling slyly.

I try glaring at him but it doesn't work. "I'm fine," I grumble.

He puts his head on my shoulder. "I love you,"

I hold him tightly. I don't want to let him go, ever. I'll kill the person who tries to make me leave him.