They still go together

A „Grease" Fanfiction by Chrissy

Sequel to "We go together"

Note: I don't own the characters of "Grease". The characters are property of Paramount Pictures, Jim Jacobs and Waren Casey. I just borrowed them to write this fanfiction. However there are some characters in this story that came from my imagination and therefore belong to me.

Chapter 5

Sandy got back into the living room.

"Betty could you come with me for a minute, Danny got hurt."

"Sure, what happened?" Rizzo put down her glas on the nearby table and followed Sandy.

"I'm afraid I pushed the door right into his face when I got in here."

Both women entered the kitchen, where Danny was still sitting by the table, with the cloth pressed against his nose.

"Hey Zucko. You look horrible, are you trying to get out of the place before it's too late?" Rizzo said with a big smile.

"Yeah it's nice to see you too Rizz." he answered, trying to smile but the ache turned his smile into a painfull grimace.

"Okay let's have a look at that." she took of the cloth. "Wow Sandy you really hit the bulls eye here."

"Is it broken?" Sandy asked with a frightened look.

"I'm not completely sure." Rizzo turned around, nearly knocking over her daughter, who followed the two women silently. "Hey sweatheart, I'm sorry. You okay?"

"Yes it's fine."

"Sandy I need my bag, it's the black leather one on top of the others. Could you please get it for me?"

"Sure" Sandy hurried out of the kitchen immediatley.

Rizzo sat down, lifting up Lilly on to her lap. This was a strange situation to meet someone for the first time after so many years. She couldn't see much of Dannys face, as it was all covered with blood but she was sure he was still as handsome as ever.

"So how have things been down here?" She finally brought herself to talk again, after a few awkward silent seconds.

"Fine, untill you arrived." He pointed out to his nose.

"Yeah, well I'll try to fix it. We don't want you too look like a boxer on your wedding day, do we?"

Danny showed another painfull smile. "Thank you Rizz."

"Uhm... for what, I haven't done anything jet. Besides, I'm still a doctor in training, so please don't expect any wonders."

"No meant you comming here. It means a lot to her."

Rizzo nodded silently, looking a bit ashamed. "Look I'm sorry I never called but well my life was pretty exhausting so..."

He put his hand on her arm "It's okay, don't worry. I never undertood why, but Sandy kept telling us all these years, that you had your reasons and well I can see now what she meant. I always sensed she knew more than we did but I never brought myself to ask her."

She smiled, kissing her daughter on the forehead and putting her down again, as Sandy stormed into the kitchen with a big, black leather bag.

"I'm sorry, I couldn't find it at first. I hope this is the right one." Sandy said exhausted, putting the bag on the table.

"Yeah, thank you." Rizzo opened the bag and took out a first-aid kit. "Put your head back please." She started to clean away the blood on Dannys face and tried to stop the bleeding with some cotton wool.

"What do you think?" Sandy asked worried.

"I'm still not sure." She examined the nose. "Does this hurt" she asked Danny as she pushed carefully against the nose.

"Ahhhhhh... yeah, are you mad?" He nearly jumped out of his chair.

"Well in that case I'm pretty sure it's broken. I can feel some loose bone parts."

"Oh my god, will he be able to attend the wedding?" Sandy finally sat down beside her fiancee.

"Sure but only with a big white bandage in his face."

"Oh shit, isn't there any other solution. The pictures will look horrible."

"Sandy, it's still me you're marrying, why do you give a damn how I look."

Sandra didn't know what to answer and looked away.

Rizzo continued cleaning the wound and finally managed to stop the bleeding. She put a piece of the bandage on the nose and fixed it with adhesive tape.

"This should do for now, but you've got to got to the hospital. Are you feeling dizzy?"

"A little bit."

"Well shake your head please, but very slowly."

He did as he was told but stopped pretty fast.

"Is it getting worse?"

"Yeah and I've got a terrible headache."

"Mhm, that's not good. I suppose you also have concussion, you should deffinitely go to the hospital."