Thanks for the reviews! No one has attempted the trivia questions yet! Are they too hard for you:( Don't worry...I took them from a quiz online, and I, who has read the Outsiders coming up on 17 times, only got 3/10. I'll make it a little easier. And the prize is bragging rights and an honorable mention in m story. Woah, I know right? What could POSSIBLY be a better reward!?:)))

What is the main physical difference between Darry and Mr. Curtis, and how is it different?

Not that hard, so its just a matter of who comments first!

I don't own the Outsiders.

"On the West side of town they say the streets are lined with gold.
But the all the peoples tongues are turning black from the lies they told.
On the East side of town you can hear someones baby crying.
And when the kid grows up he's going to turn into a mean old guy."

We Gotta Leave, Caesars

Dally POV

"Tim, I can't remember anything still! I can't remember my parents-"

"You don't have any."

"Or any of the little adventures that you've told me about! It's just a dream."

"You don't remember those adventures because they weren't important to you. Johnny was your world." Tim sounded bitter. I felt a pang of guilt that Tim hadn't meant anything to me.

I smiled at him distractedly, my mind on more important things. Could it be that I was starting to remember things? Did I want to? I had heard stories from my brothers about my past life, and they reminded me of the horror stories told in close confidence around a campfire.

"Tim," I hesitated, not sure how to phrase my thoughts, "I don't want to turn hard again." Tim looked at me pityingly, and I averted my gaze.

"I'm sorry Dally. I'm so sorry." My heart sank. I would have to grow up. I couldn't stay innocent forever. That's what those words meant; total and utter defeat admitted by the most stubborn man I knew.

I just shrugged as if I didn't care. "Dallas," Tim only used my full name when he was serious. This wasn't too often; like Two-Bit he hid behind a mask of uncaring, only his had holes. "Are you ok? I mean...I know you're not ok, but..."

He trailed off. I looked into Tim's almost black eyes. There was a little shimmer in the corner of the left one, and it made him look younger than he had in the dark of the jail cell. I could tell Tim.

"No. I'm not ok." Tim nodded sadly at me.

"You know, I am one of the only ones in this jail complex that has never done anything like that, either voluntarily or against my will. I would trade that for it not to happen to you."

"This is a common thing to happen? Why? Why do they find so much pleasure in beating up people?"

"It's not the beating on people that gives them pleasure." I was still confused, but he didn't elaborate. After a pause that hung thick in the air, Tim spoke again. "Are you excited to go home."

I nodded slowly, then added, "But I'm really gonna miss you. When do you get out of here?"

Tim smiled ruefully at me. "I don't really know. Can't even remember what I did to be honest. I was drunk, then I woke up in here. I've been here for a couple weeks. Since..."

Tim trailed off awkwardly, glancing up quickly at me, before ducking his head to his hands. "Since...what?"

"Since...you tried to..."

"Kill myself?"

"Uh...yeah. Anyway, I must have done something, and I could probably find out my sentence if I wanted to, but I don't care."

Darry slinked back into the room, attempting to hide his bulk in the shadows. I waved at him, and he nodded his head in my direction. He moved into the light, and I saw that he had a black eye.

I gasped loudly, and Tim jerked around in his chair. He and Darry exchanged looks, then they both nodded, some sort of mutual understanding reached.

I on the other hand, was feel an emotion that I couldn't remember feeling, but was familiar with: white hot rage. The image of the tanned boy with the heavily greased hair and puppy dog eyes flashed in my mind. I envisioned punching a faceless Soc who had hurt the boy, and a monster inside of me roared it's approval.

"Who did this to you?" My voice was low and dangerous, almost a growl. Tim and Darry gave me confused and- strangely- almost scared looks. "Darry, who hurt you?" It came out a barked order, not my usual innocent submissive tone.

"N-no one." Darry didn't ever stutter, but then again, I had never seen him this scared. "Dal, do you want to go home now?"

"Darry, I swear, I will kill whoever hurt you. Tell me who it was."

"Don't talk like that Dally. Plus, I don't look half as bad as the other guy." This brought a reluctant grin to my face. "Anyway, you ready to get out of this place Dal?"

"Uh...yeah, I guess." I glanced at Tim, who scowled, as usual. "Can I come visit you?"

"Only if I'm good."

"Can you be good?" The grin split his face, an unusual emotion for Tim Shepard.

"Sure Dally. I'll be good if you promise to come visit me real soon, ok?"

"Yeah. I'll be seeing ya." His face returned to it's scowl as he helped me up.

I screamed softly as I experienced new pain. Tim held me close to him, petting my hair roughly, shaking with rage at my pain.

"I'm ok. I'm ok." I whimpered softly, obviously not ok. Glory, did I hate pain. Darry put my shoes down in front of me, and I walked into them, feeling like a little kid as Darry did up the laces.

"Do you want me to carry you Dal?"

"Um...I-I don't really want to be touched too much if it can be helped." I felt like such a jerk saying this, and I hoped Darry wasn't hurt by it. He just nodded thoughtfully though.

"Ok. Put as much weight on me as you want though. We are gonna have to go really slowly." I looked at Tim as Darry extended his arm, and I felt tears brimming in my eyes.

I hadn't cried in so long; I could no longer contain myself. I let the tears out, along with a couple choked sobs. Tim smiled down at me encouragingly. "Hey, don't cry Dally. You're gonna be just fine. Shh..."

I finally let go of him, and clasped tightly onto Darry's arm. I already could barely stand the pain. Just as I was thinking this, Rudyard clamored around the corner, pushing an old wheelchair.

"You want this?" I smiled gratefully at him, and sat with a groan. I bit my lip thoughtfully.

"Rudyard, I don't want the guys to see me in a wheelchair."

"Don't worry; you'll be going the secret route that he guards pass through. If you see any of them there, it would ensure them another 10 years in jail for tryin' to escape."

Tim waved cheerfully at me, and I yelled, "I'll see you later Tim! I'll come visit you soon." Rudyard gave me a funny look.

"You won't being seeing him soon. You can't visit him, after what he did."

"Why? What is he in for?"

"Murder."