I want to say thanks to dizzyizzy123 who has helped correct my first few chapters of this story and is now my Beta and has now gone back to edit all the previous chapters of this story. So this story should read a whole lot more smoothly :)

I do not own The Outsider and the song Fantasies belongs to The Runaways.

Night visions of fantasies

Are laying in bed with me

In the dark I can see you smiling

You touch my body and set my soul on fire

Oh yeh

I can see morning light

The sun is rising, shining in your eyes

Suddenly you're gone

And I'm left here all alone

Oh yeh

Am I dreaming?

Were you really here?

Is it just a fantasy?

Or am I dreaming

Oh yeh

The Runaways

Tara was never more thankful to meet the rush of stale beer and sweat that was the atmosphere of Buck's as she stepped back inside and threw herself down on a vacant chair. Her mind slowly realized the seriousness of the situation she was in outside and how lucky she was for the intervention by her mystery savior. She looked around the room, musing that it could have been anyone of the guys partying in the ranch style house that pulled Jack off of her. However, she soon became aware that one hood was missing from the pack: a Mr. Tim Shepherd. She quickly shook the idea out of her head, remembering the venom in the two words he said to her the last time she'd been at Buck's.

Outside, Tim looked at the body he'd just beaten to a bloody pulp and began to question the reasons why he'd done it as he headed for his car, no longer eager to get back into the party.

Love? No, that was out of the question. Way out of the question.

Morals? Possibly, but they would only stretch as far as pulling the guy off the girl, not the after-hours work he'd just done.

As he got in his car and pulled away from Buck's, he came to the conclusion he did it for his pure love of fighting but then again, the image of Tara haunted his dreams that night.

The next morning Tara walked into the Dingo, where she was meeting Dru for breakfast, at a slow pace. She'd soon realized that limited movement meant her head didn't have the random piercings pains go through it quite so regularly.

She had made no attempt to take her sunglasses as she walked to the Dingo even though it was a bright sunny day, under strict instructions from Sylvia who said that night before that Tara needed to learn her lesson the hard way. Tara didn't know if Sylvia was going to meet up with her and Dru so she didn't dare disobey.

Dru looked as bedraggled as Tara was feeling, making her wonder if she looked just as terrible. When she sat down, all she got was a grunt in response from her friend but eventually after three cups of coffee, the two girls felt they could make an attempt at conversation. Tara listened to Dru's dramatized account of how Dean, the Brumley boy, won her back last night, but Tara wasn't feeling up to being his biggest fan right now after being stuck in the back of the car last night while Dean was up in the front seat, distracting Dru as she drove Tara home.

Tara, on the other hand, kept her account about the previous night's events very simple; she told Dru about the incident and her mystery hero but didn't delve into too much detail. Thankfully, Dru skimmed over the incident and instead focused on the hero part, which was what Tara really wanted to talk about anyway.

"I think it might have been Tim," admitted Tara. She didn't know how Dru would react to the great Tim Shepherd being some girl's Superman but surprisingly, Dru got interested in the possibility of a Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth Bennet type of romance that Tara might soon be involved in. Tara couldn't help feeling a bit giddy at that image and wished it were true. The bell tinkled above the diner's door to indicate that more people had walked in; Dru suddenly squawked but managed to turn it into a convincing cough while Tara raised her eyebrows.

"Well hello ladies, enjoy yourselves last night?" a cold voice asked.

Tara turned round to come face to face with Jack from last night sitting with TJ and Danny, who'd been in the next booth the whole time while Dru and Tara were having their conversation.

Tara went white and held her coffee in a death grip. How much had they heard?

"Only I thought it didn't really end well and we should try it again don't you?" continued Jack in a hushed tone while stroking a hand down Tara's arm.

"I think one night with you is about all any girl could take," replied Tara smoothly. She finally looked him in the eye and was shocked discover the bruises and cuts on his face, which did the opposite of complimenting his looks.

"I'd appreciate if you leave me alone," Tara continued. "Besides, I don't think you would be going out anytime soon. Looks like someone did a number on you."

He abruptly gripped onto her arm making her coffee cup shake and a squeak escape through her lips. A shadow fell over the table.

"Everything alright over here?" a deep male voice growled.

"Yes it is, isn't it ladies?" Jack replied through a tight smile and he gripped Tara's arm even tighter. Tara tried to wriggle free and looked up to see who had spoken.

It was Tim again.

She gave him a pleading look. Save me again? she asked silently.

Aw hell, thought Tim as the coolness and self-control he had always prided himself on having burst like a dam as he smashed his fist into Jack's nose. "I thought I warned you already," he said as Jack stumbled, trying to regain his balance.

Everything moved in slow motion for as him as TJ and Danny joined the fight too, to defend their little jerk friend. Tim's buddies, who walked in with him too, pulled the baby greasers off of him and started to pummel them away. None of them asked what was going on; for Tim and his gang it was any excuse for a fight and ask questions later.

The two girls sat in stunned silence as the fight broke out around them, and quickly turned into an all out brawl with people fighting anybody they could get their hands on. Tara realized that Dru hadn't squawked as a reaction to Jack coming in, but to Tim and his friends walking in. She was still confused as to what his feelings for were: first, he'd unceremoniously yelled at her to get out and then he came in like a knight on shining armor when Jack tried to assault her—twice. So did that mean that he liked her? Or maybe he just liked fighting?

While Tara mulled things over, Dru was already formulating a plan to get Tim and Tara together, knowing either one was either to stubborn, naïve or in plain denial to make a move.

Eventually, the cops were called and fight was stopped. Tim was pulled off of Jack and he just shrugged the officer off and flipped his jacket's collar up as he walked out diner without even turning back. Tara sat there dumbfounded as she remembered that Tim had said: "I thought I warned you already." That meant he was her mystery savior!

Dru was still looking a little shocked but she seemed to recover when Tara pulled her from the booth and dragged her out of the diner ranting about how insufferably, unbearably but breath-takingly handsome Tim Shepherd was. A knowing smile was on Dru's lips as she listened to her friend.

Am I dreaming?

Were you really here?

Is it just a fantasy?

Or am I dreaming

Oh yeh

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