A/N: Rumble day! Also, I'm debating on whether or not to continue this story after the events of The Outsiders, or to stop when that stops. Either way, I'm making a sequel to this.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders, because if I did, I would tell more about Darry- he's an interesting guy.

Rowan's POV

While I was on the couch with my chocolate cake, Two-Bit and Steve knocked on the door. "Come in, but don't slam the door!" That was Ponyboy, who was cooking up breakfast. Of course, Steve and Two-Bit slammed the door anyways. The two boys ran into the kitchen and attacked Ponyboy. It was there way of expressing that they missed him. I already gave the kid my welcome back punches when he first woke up. All three of them joined me in the living room. Soda and Darry were getting ready somewhere else.

"Blondie. He's a blondie now, guys," I alleged, monitoring Pony's hair. "A blond-headed monkey!" Steve joked. Ponyboy seemed used to this. "Dally was saying the same things at that church," he stated, coolly. Two-Bit jumped as if he remembered something. "Speaking of Dally," he began, "Rowan, he wants you to go and see him. Pony and me are gonna go visit him and Johnny later, you can come with us if you want." He cracked open a can of beer and took a long sip.

I shook my head. "No, I'm gonna go now. I need to talk to him alone." Steve started snickering. If he says anything, I'll have his ass. I gave him the death stare, and he stopped. I love that old death stare. Steve came back with a newspaper in his hand. "Look at this, Hoodlums turn Hero!" I snatched the newspaper and saw Johnny, Ponyboy and Dally's picture, reading about how these three 'hoods' saved children from a burning church fire.

"First time Dallas is in the paper without the words 'Wanted dead or alive' under his picture," informed Two-Bit. I snorted, it didn't seem like Dally but it was. "They also didn't mention his long police record," continued Two-Bit, "He won't be happy with that!" I laughed along with the other present members of the gang.

Pony grabbed the newspaper. "Hey, some of it's about Darry me and Soda. A boys' home...? No way!" He slammed down the paper. "They aren't putting me in a boys' home!" Steve ate some food. "Don't worry, Pony, they don't do that to heroes." I nodded. "Don't worry, kid. You'll be able to stay with Darry and Soda." I glanced at the clock, taking note of the time. "Tell Darry and Sodapop I say hey!" I called out to them as I scurried out the door.

I dashed to my mustang and hopped over the door, starting it up, turning on the radio. The Beatles were on. I'm skipping school again today. School ain't that important to me anyways, I wanted to have a simple job like Steve and Soda have. I darted down the street and took a left. Dally wants me to come, but I think I'll see Johnny first. Soda said that kid was pretty bad off. I liked Johnny, he was a sweet kid. I hoped he would be alright.

After the twenty minute drive, I finally arrived at the hospital. I went up to Johnny's room, and some doctor told me I only had a little while to visit, since he was gonna be checking up on him again. When I entered the room, I saw Johnny. He was lying down on his stomach, and his burns looked like tattoos. His hair was shorter and grease-free. Seems like him and Pony both changed their hair style. That was smart of them. "Hey Johnny, how you doing, kid?" I asked him, seeing his face through the mirror. He looked hurt. Really hurt.

"I'm doing alright. Glad you came, Rowan," he made out through his cracky voice. Sounded like he was a seasoned smoker.

"Two-Bit and Pony are coming over to see you later, kid. You know, you're one tough kid. Tough and tuff. I probably wouldn't have gone into the flames to save those kids. You have guts, kid, real gu-" I got cut off. Johnny made a squeaky noise. "Johnny?" I asked, scared out of my mind. I tried not to show it. He had a spasm and sighed. "It's okay, it just hurts sometimes. I'm real happy you came." I smiled at him. "You got your picture in the paper, Two-Bit and Pony'll bring it for ya."

The doctor came in. "Miss, it's time to go," he educated me. I patted Johnny's head. "Stay well, kid. I'll drop by after the rumble." I staggered out the door and down the hall towards Dally's room. I stood in the doorway, and leaned on the side, glaring in. I discovered a shirtless Dally in his bed closing his eyes. I couldn't tell if he was asleep. He had several bandages wrapped around his arms.

"Look at the sleeping angel!" I teased grabbing the seat next to his bed. His eyes popped open and he smiled. "Sleeping, angel, huh?" He got out of his bed, and gave me a squeeze. Dal was only in his underwear, tidy whities to be exact, but I wasn't complaining. He looked hot. He went back into his bed.

"So, is this hospital's so cheap they don't give you gowns?" I asked. Dally shook his head. "I threw mine out, I ain't wearing that trash, man." I playfully punched him. "You gonna make it to the rumble?" I asked. The rumble against those Socs didn't seem like something Dal would miss. He'd swallow any chance he'd get to kick some ass. He nodded and smiled. "Of course, I ain't missing it, man. Actually, about the rumble...I want you to fight there with me. We can stomp those Socs together. Me you and the gang, and Tim Shepard's gang. Please." I looked at him like he had ten heads. "You want me to fight in the rumble? I'd be the only girl!"

He got defensive. "So what? You're one of the best fighters I know, you can take on ten of those Socs alone!" I thought about this for a minute. Yes, I did love to kick ass, and yes, I did love to be with Dally, so why not. I guess I'd be fighting in this rumble. "You've got yourself a deal, Winston. I'll be in that rumble!" He shot his arms up in the air and praised. "That's what I'm talking about, baby!"

I started picking at my nails since they were kinda dirty and he kept on talking. "Meet me with the gang in the lot, I'll probably be late since I'm sneaking out of his hellhole, but I'll find you in that fight tonight, man." I nodded thinking about whether or not I should tell Dal I love him. I decided not to, it wasn't the time to get rejected. "We'll get even with those Socs," I told him, "For Johnny. They can't do that to Johnny. We'll get them. For Johnny." He smiled at me and I left the room. I slid down the railing for the steps down to the lobby and passed Ponyboy and Two-Bit on the way out. "Hey guys!" I called, and Two-Bit tackled me. Of course, the tables turned and I had him pinned flat on his back in no time. "Aye, wait for us down here, girl," Two-Bit demanded. I shrugged and found a seat. "Make sure you show Johnny that paper," I commanded back at him, "Or I'll skin you, Mathews!" He chuckled and they headed up into the rooms.

Dally's POV

That nurse came in and checked on me and I guess the broad noticed my gown was missing. She looked at me as I was lying down while she was adjusting the stuff besides me.

"What's happened to your gown?" she questioned me.

"I threw it away," I replied casually in my heavy voice.

"I am going to be so glad when you're out of here!" she replied, but my voice overpowered hers when I said, "Get out, just get out, you're making, you're making my stomach sick!" I gave her my famous laugh and saw my buddies come to see me. Two-Bit put his hand out and asked me how I was doing. He got me a gift from the gift shop and it was a freaking Mickey Mouse stuffed animal. I carelessly tossed it aside and got up. "How are you guys doing, this place gives me the creeps. I want out!" I declared.

I climbed back into the bed and told them what's happened while they and Rowan weren't here. "Tim Shepard dropped by. Saw my picture in the paper and couldn't believe it didn't have 'wanted dead or alive' underneath it." Ponyboy snickered. "That's what Steve said!" I smiled, remembering Randle and continued, sitting up. "He started rubbing it in about the rumble, man. I ain't missing it." I sighed and we all sat there for a couple seconds in silence. Then, I started asking them other questions. "How is he? How's Johnny doing, man?" Two-Bit seemed skeptical when he answered me.

"Look Dal, uh, I don't know 'bout stuff like this but he didn't look too good. Passed out cold before we left." I took out a smoke and put it in my mouth as I lied down, but it folded and I just hurled it across the room. "You still got that knife on you?" I asked Two-Bit, already knowing the answer. Two-Bit Mathews never was without the knife. To him it was worth more than every dollar in the world, down to the last penny. "What?" he asked. What an idiot, he knew what I was talking about. "The knife," I said more boldly, "Give me it, will ya?" I turned and faced the wall, holding out my right arm so he could give it to me. I could hear Two-Bit switch the blade and he handed it to me. "Thank you," I said, still facing the wall. "You know we gotta win that fight tonight." I hesitated. "We've gotta get even with those Socs!" As I said 'even' I stabbed the mattress below me. I turned around and faced Ponyboy and Two-Bit, determination on my face.

"Let's do it for Johnny, man. We'll do it for Johnny!" I thought about what that broad, Rowan had said earlier. Ponyboy nodded. "We will, Dally. We will win it for Johnny." He looked at the time, and Two-Bit told me they needed to go. I gave them bro-hugs before Pony whisked Two-Bit out and I just sat there in bed. For Johnny…for Johnny. I glanced out the window, seeing the sun in the center of the sky. I had to wait, but it was worth it. Anything was worth it, if it was for Johnny.