Author's Note: I don't own Grease nor Grease 2 or any of the Character. The only thing is the plot to the story and a few characters of my own

Summary: Grease 2 Au. One Shot. What if the T-Birds and Pink Ladies hadn't turned up just as Michael was about to reveal the true identity of the 'Cool Rider' to Stephanie? How would that have changed the course of the movie?

AN: Alright here's Chapter 8. Ok just a note on Michael's mother she is a bit of snubby somewhat at times stuck up bitch. Thanks to GreendayU294 whom gave me the idea for this chapter. Please keep reviewing and giving feedback and maybe chapter ideas as I am stuck a little for those at the moment.

Chapter 8

It was Friday Afternoon, which meant tomorrow was the Saturday. Which meant one of two things: one there was no school for two days, and well two it meant I had time to go and visit Sandy and Danny.

It was midway through sixth period of Mr Harris's History Class. Thanks to me writing sixteen papers for the T-Birds this week. I had $260 dollars burning a hole in my pocket.

The lesson itself was just beyond boring. Johnny was even paying attention. He was reading some magazine in the middle of class. The rest of class where just as bored or not even bothering to listen or pay any attention.

Mr Harris was droning on about something about our next subject of study before we graduated in a couple of weeks. Today was not the best of days. Well the last two days hadn't been the best couple days.

Steph and I weren't exactly on speaking terms. We had a very public disagreement on Wednesday. I don't even know what the fight had been about in the first place.

The next hour passed slowly and painfully. Finally the bell rang for the end of the day. I got from my desk. Stephanie didn't even look in my direction when she walked passed.

Johnny gave a sympathetic look. I just shook my head. I needed to sort things out between us. All couples fight, its normal. I knew I had to swallow my pride and fix things between us.

The hallway was semi deserted as I went to my locker to grab the books I needed and to get rid of the books I didn't need. Paulette and the girls had disappeared when I turned around. Steph was standing at her locker grabbing books.

"Steph" I said attempting to break the ice. But she didn't even look over her shoulder at me or even acknowledge that I was there.

"Stephanie will just look at me so I can bloody apologise for being an ass" I attempted for the second time. It seemed to work a little she looked in my direction.

"Look I'm sorry for being an ass on Wednesday. I lashed out at you when I shouldn't have. "I apologised hoping that she would forgive me for being an ass two days ago.

Steph was quite for a few minutes. She thought back to two days ago. Michael had been in filth mood all day. He had snapped at various people, herself included. That's what the argument had been about.

It had started as semi civil conversation until it had turned into a very verbal and public argument between the two of them. He had let her have her breathing space yesterday and today somewhat to cool off after the slugger match of a first argument that they had as a couple.

"Ok you're forgiven. I love you" She said accepting my apology for being an ass. I muttered I love you too against her lips after I had bent my head to kiss her.

An hour later I pulled up at my aunt and uncle's house to grab some gear before leaving for the six hour ride to LA. I glanced at my watch it was three thirty in the afternoon.

I threw various things into old worn canvas army bag that I inherited from my Uncle Tom. Steph sat on the chair near my desk as I packed stuff for the weekend into my bag.

I closed up the bag having finished packing. I had met Steph's parents that afternoon. That hadn't been as bad as I first thought it to be. Thankfully her parents had given their permission for Steph to come with me to LA for the weekend.

I still had to tell my aunt and uncle that I was leaving and wouldn't be back until Sunday afternoon or night. I heaved my bag over my shoulder and walked towards the back door that leads into the kitchen.

Edna Olsen turned her head as the back door opened to the kitchen. Her nephew stepped into the kitchen with a girl of about seventeen standing behind him. Michael didn't know his parents where here.

"Allan I'm tell you. Michael's eighteen and by that he's legally an adult. So he doesn't have to go back to living with you and Millicent." Jack said unaware that his nephew was standing in the kitchen at that exact moment as he and Allan walked into the kitchen.

"Aunt Edna. I'm going to visit Sandy and Danny for the weekend. I'll be back Sunday Afternoon or Night "I explained as I set down my bag on the floor.

"Are you going to introduce us to your friend Michael" My father asked crossing his arms over his chest.

"Dad, Uncle Jack, Aunt Edna this is my girlfriend Stephanie" I said just about ready to crawl into hole and die.

Before anyone really could say a word my mother walked into the kitchen unaware what had just gone on. This was going to be good.

"Michael who's your friend" She asked. I thought the smile was forced.

"'Mom' this is my girlfriend Stephanie" I stressed the word mom. Jack and Edna faded into the background around that time. The next twenty minutes seemed to be strained on Millicent's part.

Thankfully we made our escape from my overbearing mother. I tied down my bag to back of my motorcycle. I pulled on my helmet and goggles and kicked the motorcycle into gear.

The hours and the miles ticked by. I had stopped a few times to fill up my motorcycle with fuel. The sun had set a few hours ago when we reacted the outskirts of LA.

There was still twenty miles until we reached the house Danny and Sandy where living together. Not that my aunt and uncle knew that. Steph had been quite the entire trip from Rydell to LA so far.

Maybe I had been too hasty when I had introduced her to my parents. I had slightly railroaded her when I had introduced her to my parents. Women where a mystery in themselves.

About maybe I don't twenty to forty minutes later I pulled my motorcycle up alongside the curb near the sidewalk out the front of the house. Well I hoped it was there house. I grabbed my lighter and lit so I could look at the address I had scribed down on a piece of paper a few days ago.

I looked at the number on the letterbox a few hundred meters away. It was the same number as the one written on the piece of paper I was holding and reading. I got off my motorcycle, Steph followed.

"Steph are you ok" I asked. Steph merely nodded. She was still a bit shell-shocked that Michael had taken the shotgun approach when he had introduced her to his parents.

His father seemed to be a nice enough person. His uncle and aunt where about the same as his father. Michael's mother to be somewhat stuck up. But the nice act she had put on this afternoon when Michael had introduced her as his girlfriend to his parents.

Maybe she was reading too much into it. Or maybe she was right that woman had underling agenda. Stephanie watched her boyfriend as he unstrapped what was tied onto the back of his motorcycle.

"Steph. Earth to Stephanie" Her boyfriend's voice brought her back to reality. He held out her bag for her. She took it from his hand gingerly.

"Is your mother always like that" Steph asked as I grabbed my own bag from next to my motorcycle?

"Acts a little stuck up and snobby like. Yea that's normal" I said as we walked up towards the front door.

I raised my hand to knock. Danny was rolling himself a smoke in the living room when there was a knock at the front door. Sandy was making dinner for two them plus Michael who was coming to visit for the weekend or so Sandy had told him.

"Danny can you answer the front door" Sandy called from the kitchen. Danny muttered darkly under his breath as he got up and went to answer the door.

Danny pulled the front door open to see Michael, Sandy's younger cousin standing there with a girl of about seventeen. From the looks of how close the two of them were standing this girl was Michael's girlfriend that Sandy had told him about.

"Mike. I didn't think you were bringing company with you" Danny said moving aside to let them inside the house.

"Last minute" I said as we walked into the hallway from the front door.

"Danny who was at the door" I heard Sandy call from somewhere in the house.

"Mike's here and he brought a guest" Danny hollered back to his girlfriend, who was in the kitchen preparing dinner for them.

"I'll be out in a minute" Sandy called again. Steph thought that she recognised the man Danny from somewhere. He had a striking resemblance to Danny Zuko whom had been the leader of the Birds nearly two years ago.

"Might as well take a seat" Danny said going back to rolling himself a smoke. I grabbed one from my fresh pack I had brought at the last gas station we had stopped at.

I lit my cigarette and offered Danny a light for his own. I took a seat in one of the arm chairs.

"Kenickie said you broke Balmudo's nose the other night" Danny commented maybe after five minutes of silence.

"Michael. Why did you break Balmudo's nose for" Sandy half asked half scowled.

"He said something he shouldn't have said is all" I said, getting up and pulling off my T-Bird jacket. My Tattoo I had gotten nearly a week ago was still fresh and still healing.

Steph who had not said a word since we had walked inside the house eyes widened a little when she spotted the large tattoo on her boyfriend's right shoulder.

Danny and Sandy also notice the new tattoo on Michael's right shoulder. It was a large Celtic cross with writing written underneath. The only words that could be interpreted into English was the name written there Patrick Michael McCabe.

Sandy knew who that was. It was both her and Michael's uncle they had never met. He had dead when Sandy was only a baby and Michael wasn't even born yet. He was the man that both Michael and his brother Patrick where named after. Well their first names anyway.

"Danny can come give me a hand in the kitchen. " Sandy gesturing for Danny to give her a hand with something in the kitchen.

This left both me and Steph alone in the living room.

"Danny wouldn't be the Danny Zuko who was leader of the Birds two years ago" Steph asked.

"Yea he is. " I responded rolling my right shoulder which still sore even thought I had nearly a week since I had gotten the tattoo.

"Your shoulder still sore"

"Yea its going take a bit more time for the tattoo to heal" I said rolling my right shoulder to try and elevate the pain in my shoulder.