A/N: I will explain more about Kenny in future chapters, just so you know. I hope you like this chapter. Warning: it's a tear jerker. Wow, two updates in one day! What a record! Please review!

Disclaimer: I don't own the song You Can Let Go Now Daddy, or the outsiders.

*You Can Let Go Now Daddy: Steve and Alex*

A five year old Alex Randle looked at her bike with determination. She was determined to be a big girl and show her Daddy and Mommy that she could ride a big girl bike all by herself (She also wanted to rub it in Kenny Curtis's face, 'cause he said she couldn't ride a big girl bike by herself). With those thoughts in mind, the five year old turned to her father and said, "Okay Daddy, I'm ready to try." Steve smiled at his daughter's determined face; it reminded him of her mother.

The little girl climbed onto the bike and looked back at her father. "Okay Daddy, hold on. When I say let go, let go, okay?" Steve took a hold of the back seat and gave his daughter a smile and a nod. Slowly, the five year old began to peddle around the drive way.

Soon she was heading towards the street. She felt as if she were free, what with the wind blowing in her hair (well, the hair that was hanging out of the helmet her mother made her wear). She knew that her father was still holding onto her seat, waiting for her to say the words. Alex took a deep breath before she hollered, "You can let go now, Daddy, you can let go. I think I'm ready to peddle on my own, Daddy." Steve hesitated, at first. "I'm a big girl Daddy, let go!" Alex yelled. With one last look at his eldest daughter, Steve let go of her bike.

On she went, without any help from her father or mother, riding her bike as if she had known how to do it for years. She even stopped it without wreaking her bike. Steve felt tears well up in his eyes. This was just one more thing that she didn't need his help doing anymore.

"I did it! Mommy, Daddy, did you see me! I did it! In your face Kenny Curtis," Alex yelled with joy. Steve smiled at his daughter, before his wife caught his eye. Elizabeth gave him a sad smile, as if she knew what he had been thinkin only moments ago.

Alex was standing at the altar, between two of the most important men in her life, her father and soon-to-be husband, Kenny Curtis and Steve Randle. After a car accident a few years back, Kenny had lost his eyesight. Now, after years of struggling with his new disability he was living a somewhat normal life. This was a big day for them both. But despite being a happy day, it was also quite sad. Today Steve knew that his first born would no longer be his, she would be a married woman, with a new last name.

"Who gives this woman to this man?" The preacher asked. Steve held onto his daughter tighter, not wanting her to leave. Alex smiled sadly before she turned to her father and whispered into his ear.

"You can let go now Daddy. I think I'm ready for this Dad. Please, let go." Steve hesitated, before he let go.

"I, Steve Randle father of Alexandra, give this woman to this man." Kenny turned his head towards Steve's voice and mouthed, "I'll take care of her." Steve bit back a sob as he sat back down next to his wife. Alex gave her father one last smile before she turned her attention back to the preacher.

Years went by, and Steve's health began to go downhill. The last few months of his life were spent in a hospital, and it killed all of his friends and family to see such a strong man waste away to nothing. It killed his eldest daughter the most; she couldn't believe that her hero, her father, was slowly dying.

"He's only hanging on for you," The night nurse told Alex one night before she entered her father's room.

"Excuse me?" Alex asked. The elderly nurse smiled sadly at her.

"He doesn't think you're ready to go on without him yet. He said that you and him were always very close, and he just doesn't want to break your heart." This of course broke Alex's heart. She thanked the nurse before she entered her father's room. Her sister Bambi sat with their crying mother (it also pained them to see their strong mother cry. She rarely ever cried), trying to comfort her. Her father was in his hospital bed, nothing but skin and bones. Slowly and carefully, Alex crawled into his bed and took one of his cold hands in her warm ones.

"Daddy," She whispered. Steve's eyes opened slightly. "You can let go now, Daddy. Please, it's killing us all to see you like this. I-I'm ready to do this on my own, Daddy. Just please, don't do this to yourself." Steve smiled sadly at his eldest daughter.

"You've always been a pistol, little girl. It take guts to do half the things you've done, you're just like your mother in that aspect." He began to have a coughing fit then, and when he finished he said, "I love you, remember that." He turned a little to look at his wife. "You might be a bitch sometimes, Elizabeth, but you're mine. I love you." Elizabeth walked over to her husband. They shared the last kiss. Steve turned to his youngest daughter. "My sweet little Bambi Rae, how did you end up so gentle?" Bambi chuckled a little, tears in her eyes.

"I don't know, Daddy." She whispered. Steve relaxed into his pillow.

"I-I see Soda." He whispered. "He's waving at me." Sodapop had died a year earlier, followed by his wife. They said she died of a stroke, but the rest of the gang and their children believed that it was of a broken heart. "He wants me to go with him." Steve whispered. Alex kissed her father's wrinkly cheek.

"Go on Dad," She whispered, "Let go, go see uncle Soda." Steve then mutter something that sounded like, "I will," before his heart monitor stop the beeping, only ending in a long beep sound. Alex took a deep breath and kissed her father's cheek.

"I love you, Daddy," She whispered.