A/N: Thank you all for the amazing reviews, and keep 'em coming! ;) Again, there might be some quotes from the actual book/movie and I take no credit for them!

Disclaimer: I don't own The Outsiders, because if I did I would tell more about Tim Shepard and his many conflicts with Dally.

Rowan's POV

I shot a basketball through the hoop in my front yard- it was my favorite sport. My older sister had blazed through high school as the captain of the girls' varsity team for two years. I wish I could go further than that, like college, and I dream of a pro league for women, like the NBA.

It was the afternoon, and I walked down the street to Ponyboy's house, popping my head through the door. "Anybody here?"

I heard Darry's voice ring out. "Yeah, but don't slam the door." I did it anyways, grinning while Two-Bit and Steve snickered. That was an act I've picked up from them. Darry put them both in a head lock.

"Any of you guys seen Dally?" I asked, cunningly. There was no chance in Hell I would let them obtain the knowledge that I knew where he was.

Darry shook his head while releasing the boys, who were now rubbing their necks.

"Haven't seen him since last night," Two-Bit told me, "But I was probably too boozed up to notice anyways!"

Steve put his hand on my shoulder. He was still wearing his DX shirt, and probably recently got back from work. "Why, you wanna flirt with him?"

I grabbed his hand and squeezed it hard. "No," I replied curtly, lying to him maybe just a little. Steve shook off his hands and sat down next to me.

"Come on, Row, everyone knows you like him." Two-Bit nodded in agreement and even Darry was moving his head up and down.

I said nothing and took the last gulp of his Pepsi. He continued. "Why do you like Dallas Winston anyways? He's such a horrible person sometimes, even if he is my buddy."

I slugged him. "Leave Dal alone, will ya?" He eyed me suspiciously and kept talking. Damn, I hate it when people come onto me.

"He'd get you in so much trouble, don't you see? The first time he's been behind bars was when he was ten! Seven years ago, which is way too early when we're chatting 'bout a seventeen year old!"

Darry lifted some dumbbells. "Dally's our buddy and all, but we don't wanna see an innocent little broad like you get hurt."

I shifted in my seat. "Who says I even like him, huh? And I'm not dumb enough to let any dude change me! I know Dally does some bad, bad things out there but it doesn't make him an all bad person. If you'd just talk to him, you'd realize he does it to defy this stupid society that separates Socs and greasers. The reason why Johnny and Pony ain't here right now his because of Socs, I betcha. So lay off Dal, and I mean it!"

Nobody said anything after that, and Two-Bit clicked on the television, and what a surprise. Mickey Mouse. He began to sing the theme.

"M-I-C-K-E-" I gave him my death stare, and he silenced. I love making these greasers scared of me sometime. For the first time since I've known him, Two-Bit Mathews turned off Mickey Mouse. We all just kind of stared at him in awe.

"Did he just…," Steve was so shocked, he couldn't even finish his sentence. He was just sitting there, mouth wide open. I stuffed the empty Pepsi can in there.

Two-Bit smiled and nodded. "I'm gonna go call Marcia, I found her number outside. It's destiny for us to be together!" He posed, hand on his forehead, in an overly dramatic state. I threw a couch pillow at him as he dialed that girl's number on the phone.

I grabbed the clicker and put the TV back on, changing it to Gilligan's Island. Now that's a show.

Dally's POV

I drove closer onto the field, and next thing a see, blondie Ponyboy is running towards the church! What a stupid moron!

"Aye, get in here!" I yelled after him, getting no response. Then Johnny opens up the car door, and he's running over to the church too! I just missed him when I reached out to grab him.

"You goin' to get him?" I called, very frustrated and annoyed. As soon as Johnny and Ponynoy broke through and stepped into the blazing, fiery building, I knew I had to help. I couldn't lose Johnny, and Darry would have my ass if Ponyboy was killed.

I sprinted towards the side of the church, hearing some lady yell something about kid some little kids being stuck in the fire. No wonder those greasers ran in. I wasn't running in- I ain't crazy, so I ran around and broke through an old window, seeing Johnny, Pony and some little children making their way towards me.

"Give 'em to Dal!" Johnny called, as he handed me a little girl. I set each kid down one by one, and when there was none left, I was relieved. Now it was time to make sure my boys got out safe.

I poked my head in deeper, and Johnny ran off to the side, avoiding falling wood. "Johnny, are you crazy?" Ponyboy's sleeve was caught on fire. "You're burning!" I yelled, grabbing him the scruff of his jacket and throwing him on the ground. I thrust my body over the fire, quenching it, then grabbing the idiot by the front of the church. "Stupid kid," I said, giving him a look that he wouldn't see anyways.

Then I heard it, and my heart froze for a second. Johnny's scream. He was on the ground, a huge pillar was on his back. "Don't worry Johnny, I'm coming!" I yelled, jumping through the window. Damn, it was hot in here, like Hell. Better get used to it, because that's where I'm going. I burned my bare arm and it hurt like a bitch, but I managed to throw the big ass pillar off of Johnny and carry him out the window, seconds before the building collapsed.

Ponyboy was gone- off in an ambulance. Johnny was being loaded onto another one, and I limped on behind him. He didn't look so hot. "I hate little kids, I hate little kids..." I muttered. I do. They're the reason Johnny is in his current state.

"Lie down, sir. We're taking you to Tulsa Hospital," said a medic who assisted us. My head got friendly with a pillow next to Johnny and the last thing I remember is just passing out.

Rowan's POV

Two-Bit hung up the phone, and two seconds after, it rang yet again. "Man, Marcia must really miss me!" he said, taking a sip of beer. He answered it, and then looked at Darry. Soda returned from work at this point, and I was playing Crazy 8's with him.

"They're looking for a Darrel Curtis, man," he hollered, giving Darry the phone. I was watching, since I was bored. Nothing new, me being nosy.

"Hello?" Darry asked, looking kind of shaky.

"What? Okay, I will be right there!" He got on his jacket and threw Soda's at him.

"What happened?" Steve asked, beating me to it.

"Ponyboy, Dally and Johnny are in the hospital. Soda and I need to get there now!" I got up, and Darry lifted me up, and plopped me back down on the couch.

"What?" I asked, kind of annoyed. I needed to see Dallas.

"Family only."

I narrowed my eyes, and watched them leave out the door. Silently, I prayed. Please, Lord. Let Dally be alright, please.