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 11. Thanks to GreendayU294 for the core idea for this chapter. Reviews, Feedback and or chapter or story ideas will be greatly appreciated.
Chapter 11
"Michael Royston Carrington what in Lords name are you doing" My mother shrieked. I got up off my bed and rolled my eyes.
"Come on mother you're not that much of a prude not to work it out" I sneered back at her. Steph didn't know which way to look.
"How dare you speak to your own mother like that" She started again. I didn't want Steph here when things were going to turn ugly which they were most undoubtable where.
"How dare I speak to you like that? How about the bloody fact you have cheek to criticize the choice I am making about my future. And you've got a stick so far up your ass you wouldn't even know how to pull it" I snarled I was lived and I was not holding back to the pent up anger I had held inside towards my mother for a long time.
"You want to throw away your future for some two bit job as grunt in the army" My mother criticized. My jaw was set hard.
Stephanie could see Michael was getting angry by the minute. Things where turning ugly real fast.
"So what. That's my decision mother. It's not yours" I snapped back at her. I had all but forgotten Steph was even in the room with us.
"And don't think for one second that she's marriage material" My mother sneered turning her attention on Steph.
"You know what I'm just to say what I've wanting to stay for a long time but this is the last straw. You are nothing but snobbish, stuck up bitch who thinks her shit doesn't stink. And if you ever say another word about Stephanie in anyway shape or form I'll kill you" I threated. That was the last straw that had broken the camel's back
"So you're saying. You're choosing her over your own family" My mother said dumbfounded at what I had just said.
"As far as I'm concerned you're dead to me. The only family I have is Aunt Edna, Sandy, Uncle Jack and my friends" I said lowly. I blind with rage and pissed off beyond belief.
"You think I'm not good enough for Michael. I don't really give a dame. But really you are a first class bitch. You belittle and berate his choices in life whether it be his career choice after he graduates or his love life for that matter. If you want to judge someone go look at yourself in the mirror" Steph said speaking up for the first time since my 'mother' had entered my room.
"Millicent I think it would be better if you left now" My Aunt Edna spoke up from the doorway.
"You and Jack have turned my eldest son against me" My mother snapped turning her anger on my aunt.
"No Millicent that was of your doing. You pitted your son against you. You belittle and berate him over his life choice he has made. Do not think I did not hear you and Michael fighting in the kitchen after Jack, Allan and I had left the room. You should be proud of the man Michael is turning into.
He is choosing a career in the military to defend this country when the need arises. But yet you have not changed a bit since you were a girl. You belittle, berate and judge Michael the very same way you did Patrick before he died in New Guinea" Aunt Edna let drive at my now speechless mother.
I didn't say a word as my mother left. I held onto my tender side of my chest which was painful at the moment. My Aunt Edna left maybe a minute or so later which left me and Steph alone again well for now.
A few hours later I was half asleep on my bed. Steph had left maybe an hour ago. My thoughts turned to what had happened just three hours earlier. I had all but cut ties with my mother.
I was happy she was out of my life. I know she was that gave birth to me and raised me. But that didn't count for the crap she put me through. That had one of the reasons behind me coming here to America nearly a year ago.
One of the reasons I had found out about Sarah seeing my former best mate Roy behind my back for almost a year. The other being that I wanted to get away from overbearing mother who thought she was better than everyone else.
Now my life was finally getting on to the right track. I had good set of friends I could rely on when things went to shit. And a girlfriend that I loved and planned on spending the rest of my life with.
Three Days Later.
The final bell of the day. Announcing the end Mr Harris' History class. The T-Birds where one member short this week. Or so Johnny though until he spotted their newest member leaning against his motorcycle.
"How's the ribs" Johnny asked as he and rest of Birds arrived at their respective motorcycles.
"There healing slowly but surely" I said playing with my lighter. I wasn't allowed to smoke until after my broken ribs had fully healed.
"We had to people MIA on Tuesday night when we went bowling at the local alley. So was Steph with you on Tuesday night" Johnny asked trying not prey.
"Yea she was." I said, I saw a brief smirk appear on Johnny's face for a brief moment.
"Hey Mike" I heard someone call from behind me. I spotted Danny leaning against Grease Lighting with Sandy beside him. The Pink Ladies soon arrived and went to their respective boyfriends.
I glanced at Dolorous and Davey. They seemed to be much closer than they had last week when I had seen either of them last.
"Johnny isn't that" Goose said having recognised Danny as the Danny Zuko whom had lead the Birds nearly two years ago.
"Danny Zuko in the flesh" Johnny muttered to no one in particular. I hid a smirk as I walked across the road to where Danny and Sandy where standing.
Sandy eloped me in a hug. The T-Birds looked shocked to see Danny Zuko in the flesh. But most of the Pink Ladies didn't know I was somewhat related to one of the former leaders of the T-Birds.
"Does Kenickie know you have his car" I asked Danny maybe five or so minutes later.
"Yea he lent it to me." Danny responded taking a drag of his cigarette. I only nodded.
"How do you know Danny Zuko" Paulette asked, having not a clue as to how I knew Danny Zuko and a group of older T-Birds and possible Pink Ladies as well
"Danny's dating my cousin Sandy" I answered Paulette's question.
An Hour Later
I pulled into an empty driveway. My Aunt and Uncle where away again. They were going to be out of town for the next week or so. I was a little surprised to see Patrick sitting on the back porch steps with a bag at his feet.
"Pat. What are you doing here" I asked shoving my hands in my jeans pockets. He got to his feet and ran a hand through his head hair before he looked in my direction.
"You don't mind having a roommate" Patrick asked. It was possibility he had a falling out with our mother just like I had.
"Nah not really. You have a falling out with her to" I asked as we walked towards the fallout shelter.
"Yea we had a difference of option" Patrick said smartly as I unlocked the door and headed inside.
"You know you can stay in the house with Uncle Jack and Aunt Edna" I stated as I took off my T-Birds leather jacket and set it on the chair next to my desk.
"Yea I guess." Patrick said leaning against the wall as I kicked off my motorcycle boots.
We spent the next hour just talking about old times and various other things. There was a knock at the door of the Nuclear Fallout Shelter. Patrick didn't move from where he was standing leaning against the room.
I got up and opened the door. Steph was standing on the other side of the door I didn't need to look behind me to see my brother have a knowing smirk on his face.
"I'll leave you two alone" Patrick said grabbing his bag. I threw him the keys to the house. Well it was my set of keys for the house. He nodded his thanks and left.
"Is he living here now" Steph asked I went back over my bed and sat down.
"Yea. He is. So any particular reason for this visit. Not that I'm not happy to see you" I said lying back on my bed.
Patrick had dumped his bags in a spare bedroom that wasn't be used. There was a knock at the front door interrupted his unpacking of his stuff. Curing under his breath Patrick headed down stairs to answer the door.
As soon as Patrick opened the door to see his parents standing there. He knew shit was going to hit the fan when Michael found out they were here.
"Patrick. You are coming home with us and there will be no ifs or buts about it" His father started to demand.
My ears pricked up when I heard yelling come from the house. I got up from the bed and pulled on boots and went to investigate. Stephanie followed after her boyfriend having also heard the yelling coming from the house.
Allan Carrington was ropable. His two eldest sons where refusing to come home and live with them. Michael had been the worst offender. Millicent had come home Tuesday evening on the brink of tears. She had told him what Michael had said to her.
"What are you bloody doing here" Allan turned his attention to his eldest son who stood in the doorway of the living room.
"You had no right to speak to your mother the way you did on Tuesday night "My father said jaw set hard.
"The hell I didn't. She should think before she opens her mouth and openly criticizes the choices I make about my career and love life." I snapped. Trying to keep my anger in check.
"Well maybe some of the choices you have made have not been for the best "My father said. I could read between the lines of that statement it only made my anger boil even more.
"So my choice to join the military to defend this country if need be is a bad decision is it" I demanded.
"We don't want you throwing away you future for some grunt work in the army or for those hoodlums you hang around "My father snarled back at me.
"You leave my friends out of this you bastard. I made up my mind a long time ago about joining the military after I finished school. "I growled my self-control from not hitting my father then and there was thinning by the minute.
Patrick knew if someone didn't step in and intervene between Michael and their father there would fist flying sooner or later.
"You call them friends" My mother sneered speaking up for this first time since I had walked into the room.
"Yea. I'd call them friends I can depend on when shit hits the fan and when I need a helping hand. "I growled at my mother. My patience's was wearing thin.
"Uncle Allan that is enough" I turned my head to see Sandy standing in the doorway with Danny standing behind her