Author's Note:

IT'S THE SECOND CHAPTER! WOW! Lol. Anyway. I just got done proofreading this and what not so here it is. I hope you guys like this chapter.

"Stay close to me." Val told her as he lead her down a dark hallway in a rundown apartment building. Val and Maggie had talked about everything on their drive to the apartment building. They talked about how Maggie had ended up in New York, scratch everything about the old gang. She had just told him that she had gotten into some trouble and had to come here. He had told her how he ended up diving a taxi and what he was doing for a living.

Maggie did her best to keep up with Val, dodging a few druggies that were spread around the hallway. They had already been through 3 floors that were exactly like this one, and each time they went down another hall way the number of junkies increased by at least 3. Some of them, she could tell, were just down right homeless. They were just sleeping in the halls for the heck of it, not having anywhere else to go. Val suddenly stopped, turned and knocked on a door. Maggie sighed inwardly. She really had no idea why she was letting some random guy lead her all around Brooklyn. She felt really stupid at the moment.

"Who's there?" a deep and hoarse voice called from the other side of the door.

"Its Val." Val hollered back, banging on the door again. She could hear the guy on the other side as he sighed and then chuckled before hearing the chain unlock. She watched as the door swung open and a tall skinny guy looked at them. He looked like one of those smart types. He was tall, about 6 feet and had jet black hair with nice almond shaped blue normal blue eyes. He looked like a regular guy, not a hoodlum at all.

"Maggie, this is Saul England." Val said as he pointed the guy in the doorway. "Saul this is Maggie. She just arrived in Brooklyn." Saul nodded.

"Maggie, this is the guy to come to when you got problems." Val said, his accent showing through. "He can cook, clean, wrap ribs, sew cuts...the works. He's always at work though. He writes a lot for the paper." Maggie nodded slowly as she looked Saul up and down. He looked to be around 23 at least. 5 years older then Val.

"Is it ok if she stays with you for a while? At least till I can find somewhere else to put her?" Val asked, his eyes looked a little warmer now that he was out of the crowds. Saul nodded slowly.

"I don't see why not. I gotta work a lot so you'll be here alone though." he told her as he rubbed the back of his neck tiredly.

"Its ok." Maggie said, her thoughts drifting. She needed to be alone anyway. She still had a lot of things to go through in that big head of hers and she wanted to get it all sorted out soon. She just wanted a little breathing room and time to collect herself, though she didn't know how long it would take her.

"It's settled then. I gotta get to work." Val said before patting Maggie roughly on the shoulder and walking back down the hallway and disappearing on the stair case. Maggie watched him disappear on the staircase before turning back to Saul.

"Come on in then. I got a pull out couch you can sleep on if your tired. You'll have to put sheets on it though. I know the place is messy, I just don't have much time to clean anymore. I'm at work most of the time."

"Then why are you home?" Maggie snapped. She wasn't meaning to seem mean but she was a little on edge.

"I'm sick." he told her bluntly, glaring at her coldly. Maggie nodded and ran her fingers along the old dusty green couch. His floors were a nasty dark color of wood in some places and in other places it was stained green carpet. He had a small kitchen with dishes everywhere. His dinning room table was cluttered with paper and what looked to be a type writer. He had another typewriter over by the window on a desk with even more papers around it. There was a short hall way that lead to what looked like to be a bathroom and a bedroom. She walked slowly to the bathroom and found a small shower, a toilet, and a nasty sink inside. She screwed her face up in disgust. I thought Val said this guy could clean, she thought as she walked back into the living room.

"So, where'd you live before you came here?" Saul asked as he sat down on the couch. Maggie watched as a huge cloud of dust flew up into the air and Saul started coughing.

"You know if you would beat the couch cushions once in a while you probably would be sick right now." she commented as she sat down on a clean spot of the floor. Saul glared at her as he continued to cough. I guess living with Darry really did change my attitude, she thought. A small smirk threatened to show its self but she refused to let it. No matter how hard she tried she couldn't stop thinking about the old gang.

"I lived in Tulsa, Oklahoma." she said finally.

"Why'd you move?" Saul continued to question.

"I got into some trouble." Maggie answered simply as she listened to all the car horns outside. She saw Saul nod out of the corner of her eye. She turned and watched Saul as he got up and walked into his room. A few minutes later he came back clutching a black and yellow jacket with some kind of emblem on the back. He threw it to her and she caught it with one hand on reflux.

"What's this?" she asked as she straitened it out and looked at it. It was pure leather and smelled like it too. It had yellow streaks going down the sleeves and on the back it had a tiger and Saul's name was at the bottom of the tiger in leather, custom made.

"Our jackets." he said, shrugging.

"Who's 'our'?" she asked, raising her eyebrow. She quickly put it down, it reminded her of Two Bit. She shook the thoughts away and turned her attention back to Saul.

"Val's gang. We're called the Tiger's." he said pointed to the jacket. "I'm sure you'll meet the rest of us pretty soon."

Maggie nodded slowly. Great! Just what she needed. Another gang to get attached, too.