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 16. I'm looking at two possible plot twist in the story and I need your guys options. One is that Michael becomes badly wounded in Nam and comes home early and two is Michael returns to Rydell when his enlistment is up. Reviews/Feedback and Story/Chapter ideas are greatly appreciated.

Chapter 16

25th June 1965 Chu Lai.

It had been nearly two months since we had arrived here in Vietnam. The days consisted of patrols, cleaning our weapons and doing other duties around the LZ. Those that had been assigned mail duty had to hand out the mail twice a week.

I was sharing a make shift bunker with Tex and a Corporal Franks and Lance Corporal Kirkpatrick. Both Red and Clinton had been assigned to different companies within the 2nd and 4th.

Tex and Kirkpatrick where on night watch in the bunker on the lookout for the Vietcong.

"Hey Carrington you've got a few letters." Private First Class Jefferson said throwing me a stack of letters. I caught them and placed them on my rack.

"Franks you got a couple too" Jefferson said throwing them to Franks.

I grabbed the first letter from the stack of letters. I opened and noticed it was from the boys back in Rydell.

Dear Shakespeare.

I thought I might as well write you a few lines or whatever to see how you're going and all. I even managed to wrangle the others into writing a few lines I think. So what I wanted to tell you was well Paulette and me are expecting our first child.

And well I was wondering if you wanted to be the kids godfather or what not. And try not getting yourself killed over there Carrington. One I don't want my child's godfather getting himself killed when he tied to be a hero and two the offer of you hurting Steph and me most likely breaking your neck still stands.

On the subject of one Stephanie Zinone. She misses you man. Though she tries to hide it from everyone. We can all see she's hurting from not being able to see you. I guess when your where at Basic Training for the Marines it was different you weren't half a world away and in a war zone either.

Stay Safe Shakespeare

Johnny N.

I chuckled as I finished reading Johnny's short letter. I was happy for him and Paulette where expecting their first child together. I read next few short letters from the boys

I opened the second letter. I glanced over at Franks who was looking in my direction. I went back to reading the letter.

Dear Michael.

It's been a while since I have seen or been in contact with you big brother. I guess there's no easy way of saying this but me and Josh broke up about a month ago. We tried to make it work we did.

But we decided well Josh was rather reluctant to remain just friends. I know it most of hurt him really badly the break up I mean. So please don't break his neck when you get back from Vietnam whenever that is.

I know you don't want to hear this. But just shut up and listen. I know you don't want anything to do with mom and dad and that's fine. But it's been three years. Isn't it time to bury the hatchet?

I folded up the letter and was unable to read any more of my sister's letter. Rose didn't understand it why I wanted nothing to do with them with good reasons. I was about to open the third letter when Gunnery Sargent Markham entered the bunker. Both I and Franks stood from our racks at attention.

"Sargent Carrington. Corporal Franks this is Privates Bowen and Sorrows have fun with the fresh pups" Markham said before he left the bunker.

"Are those racks taken" Sorrows asked, both he and Bilkins were of African American blood from the looks of it.

"Just fucking great. We have to share our bunker with a bunch of fucking Niggas "Franks complained under his breath.

"How about you shut the fuck up Franks" I snapped at him. Franks and I didn't really get on with good reason. Franks just snorted in disgust and walked out of the bunkers.

I opened the third letter. Eddie Sorrows glanced over at his buddy Jimmy Bowen. They set about unpacking their fear onto their racks. The only other Marine in the bunker they had assigned to was Sargent Carrington.

He seemed like a good guy. He had stuck up for them against the one called Franks.

"Sargent If you don't me asking. Why did you stand up for us against Franks?" The one called Bowen asked.

"He was in the wrong. It don't matter to me what skin colour, religion or nationality anybody here is. We're all Marines and are all equal as brothers in arms." I explained as I folded up the letter from Sandy.

Just before either Sorrows or Bowen could say anything Tex walked into the bunker not looking at all happy.

"Tex what's happened" I asked, something seemed a miss about him.

"It's Red man. He stepped on a fucking Claymore Mine blew himself to bits about an hour ago. Tex's voice cracked with raw emotion of grief at losing a close friend of his and mine.

It hit me to like a punch to the stomach that my loyal and close friend was gone to. Red had a wife and young son back in California he was about a year or so older than me.

Rydell California 2nd July 1965

It was late Wednesday afternoon. It was a few days before the 4th of July. Maire Zinone was looking through the mail when she spotted the letter that marked it was from Vietnam.

Maire set the letter aside for Stephanie for when she came back from work. The front door opened as Josh walked into the kitchen.

"Hey Ma" He said greeting his mother as he noticed a letter from Vietnam. No doubt that it was from his sister's fiancé who was developed at the moment.

24th July 1965 Chu Lai

It had been nearly a month since Red's death. I along with Tex and Clinton had written letters to Red's window and two year old son. I was out on night patrol with my company, which consisted of myself, Franks, Lance Corporal Kirkpatrick, PFC Jefferson and Privates Sorrows and Bowen.

I hated night patrol. It was worse that I had put up with Franks. Franks and mine relationship was strained and we had come close to killing one another a few times.

I was hoping the fucking asshole stepped on land mine and blow himself to fucking bits. Captain Bradshaw had wanted us to check out possible VC positions around Chu Lai.

"Dừng lại. Thủy quân lục chiến Mỹ" I yelled as I heard a stick snap to my left. I moved towards the bushes with my M16 raised, my finger steady on the trigger.

"Tôi không có vũ khí." A voice cried from the shadows. I held up hand to halt my company.

"Hiện mình" I called through to the shadows. There came no reply as a group of people entered the clearing that my company was standing in.

"Tôi Sargent Michael Carrington." I said introducing myself to the group of people.

An hour later.

"Where's Franks "I asked, Bowen and Sorrows only shrugged I turned my attention to Kirkpatrick and Jefferson.

"He went to take a piss Sarge" Jefferson said leaning against the tree. He had a cigarette hanging from his lips. His M60 leaning against the tree beside him.

"Yeah sure he did," I muttered under my breath. I walked away from the clearing to clear my head. I heard a blood-curdling cry to my left it sounded like a woman. I ran through the underbrush following the screams.

"Franks. Get off her now" I shouted as soon as I saw him with one of the girls from the group of people we come across an hour ago.

"What you fucking a Vietcong lover to as well a Nigga lover Sarge." Franks said tauntingly. I noticed his belt was unclasped and his zipper of his pants was half unzipped.

"I am ordering you Franks. Get the fuck off her or I'll put a bullet in your fucking sick head" I snarled at him un-holstering my Colt M19A in case I needed to use it.

"I'd like to see you try Carrington" He sneered as he went to continued unzipping his zipper. I snapped I moved forward and pulled him off the girl he was going to rape or had already raped.

I slammed him up against a near by tree. I brought my Colt M19A to his face.

"Now I'm going to only tell this once Franks. You pull shit like that again and I won't hesitate and put a fucking bullet in your fucking brain are we clear" I threated lowly and shoved him back wards to get my point across to him.

I took his silence as answer. I re-holstered my Colt M19A. I moved away from him to talk with the girl when I heard a gun cock behind me. I turned around to see Franks with his pistol aimed at me.

A few seconds later I saw him pull the trigger I pulled out my Colt M19A form its holster and fired two rounds into him in self-defence. I heard footsteps coming towards the clearing where we where.

"Sarge. What happened to Franks" Lance Corporal Kirkpatrick asked, I didn't say anything as I re-holstered my Colt M19A and held my wounded right shoulder where Franks' bullet had hit.

"He was going to rape this girl. He tried to kill me when I tried to him so I put a couple of rounds in him in self-defence" I said explaining what had happened only a few minutes ago.

Rydell California. 31st July 1965

It had been nearly two months since Michael had been deployed to Vietnam. Though the last couple of months hadn't been easy for either of them. It was Saturday night.

Stephanie looked at the unopened letter she had received yesterday from Michael. With every letter she received from him in Vietnam she got a picture of what daily life over there was for him.

She went about opening the letter and began to read. The letters he wrote her where never sugar coated around the truth of what was happing over in Vietnam.

She wanted him to come back. But Stephanie knew that wasn't going to be happening for a while yet. But she had a piece of him with her.