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 17. This chapter has a cliff hanger at the end.
Chapter 17
18th August 1965 Chu Lai: Operation Starlite. D-Day
The drone of chopper blades as the Bell UH-1 Iroquois or Hueys as we called them lifted off the airstrip at Chu Lai. The dust kicked up as the Huey lifted off carrying my company B-Company.
I grabbed my Colt M19A to make sure it had a full magazine. I reached into my shirt and pulled out the cross that had belonged to my uncle. I remembered the day that my aunt had given this to me.
Rydell, California. September 5th 1962
It had been three days since I had graduated from Marine Corp Basic Training at the San Diego Recruitment Depo. I still had a week of leave before I had to go onto further training at the School of Infantry at Camp Pendleton.
It was early afternoon on a Wednesday. I walked through the back door into the kitchen. I had been working on my motorcycle changing the oil and doing general maintenance to it.
I grabbed an unopened six-pack from the fridge and grabbed one from the six-pack. I cracked open the top off the beer and took a sip. I was reading the local paper when the front door opened. I looked up as my younger brother entered the kitchen.
Patrick walked towards the fridge and grabbed a beer for himself and cracked it open and took a sip from it before sitting across the table from me.
I glanced up at the clock on the kitchen wall. It was just after one-thirty in the morning.
" Aren't you supposed to be at school Pat?" I asked turning the page of the newspaper.
"So I skipped last period what of it," Patrick responded in a tone that had a hint of frustration in it.
"What's wrong Pat?" I asked wondering what it was that was bothering him.
"It's nothing Mike. It's just this new girl that started this year. I tried asking her a few times but she keeps turning me down" He said sighing in frustration. So a girl had ducked the player.
"I know how that feels Pat. So this girl does she have a name. The girl who may tame the Casanova." I said chuckling into my beer as I took a long sip.
"Samantha Morgan" Patrick answered.
"So this Samantha Morgan she pretty," I asked trying to be subtle about prying details from Patrick about his new 'girlfriend'
"She more then pretty Mike. She beautiful." Patrick confessed as a longingly and loving look came in his eye.
"Ah Ha. Sounds like your really digging this chick then. Seeing as your in Love With Her" I said teasingly. Patrick punched me in the arm for response.
"Like you anit whipped with your girlfriend." Patrick pointed out. I only shock my head and took another sip of my beer.
"We're not talking about my love life. We're talking about your love life or should I say lay therefore of one" I said setting down my half empty beer on the kitchen table.
"Will stop being an asshole and help figure out a way to get Samantha to actually go out with on a date or something like that" Patrick said mildly irritated I was giving him shit about his relationship problems.
"Lighten up little brother." I was interrupted from saying anything else, as there was a knock at the front door. "Pat you want to get the door" I said as there was another knock at the front door.
"Do I look like your maid?" Patrick said as he thumped me in the shoulder as he walked passed to got answer the door.
I walked out to the hallway that lead to the front door. I noticed a girl of about seventeen maybe sixteen standing in the doorway speaking with Patrick. She looked to be about five foot six maybe seven and she dark brown hair from what I could see of her.
"Hey Pat. Should I tell Aunt Edna your going to be out with your girlfriend?" I said still taking the piss out of my younger brother.
"Don't your got anything better to do Mike. Like maybe go annoy your girlfriend rather then me" Patrick said pissed that I was still teasing him about his new or soon
"You might want to do something about your little case of blue balls." I teased before I disappeared into the living room. I managed to see Patrick flip me the bird in response.
I walked into the kitchen quietly chuckling to myself as I sat back down at the table. My Aunt Edna had walked into the kitchen since I had left maybe a few minutes earlier.
"Are finished giving your brother a hard time over his relationship problems." My aunt questioned as I turned the page of the newspaper.
"I'm only getting back at him for the shit he gives me about my relationship with Steph" I said not taking my eyes off the page of the paper I was reading.
I heard a box or something slide across the surface of the table maybe five minutes later. I looked at the box and went about opening it up to see what was inside. I held up the cross and looked to my aunt for answer.
"It belonged to your Uncle Patrick. I thought you might need for when you may be deployed some day. And maybe in some way your Uncle will be watching over you and helping you when times are tough and when you are in need of a guiding hand" My aunt explained. I merely nodded looked at the cross that belonged to the uncle I was named after as was Patrick.
"Hey Sarge you alright. You look like you're a million miles away" Private Miller said. I placed the cross back in my shirt.
"Yea I'm fine just lost in thought is all" I said looking out the open door of the Huey.
"I bet you Miller the Sarge was thinking about his girl and what he'll do when he gets back state side" Dunn another Private who had been assigned to my company a week ago joked.
"How about you keep you dirty fucking mind away from my private life and focus on the fucking mission" I snapped at Dunn.
"Ten Minutes till we reach the LZ" One of the pilots shouted over the nose of the rotters of the blades of the Huey.
19th August 1965 Rydell, California
It had been plastered all over the news of the television the night before of the first major operation by America Military Forces in Vietnam. Namely the Marine Corp.
Stephanie had uneasy feeling in the pit of her stomach. She didn't know why she was worrying about him for. Michael was a trained Marine he could look after himself. But that didn't stop her from worrying or rather fearing something could or would happen to him.
Try as she might Stephanie couldn't let that uneasy feeling in of her stomach go. She had a similar feeling the time that Michael had crashed his motorcycle and had broken three of his ribs and sprained his left wrist about three weeks before they where due to graduate from Rydell High School.
20th August 1965
After two days of heavy and lighting fighting between the Vietcong and us. B Company my company had lost two men and another one had been wounded yesterday.
It was just nearing dawn. We had taken cover for the night in captured bunkers. I glanced over at the tired and wrier men that where my men. I grabbed a bit of paper and started to write a letter home to Steph.
"Hey Sarge" I looked over at Dunne who was looking sheepishly at the ground.
"What is it you want Dunne" I said as continued to write the letter. I stopped midway through a word and glanced up him.
"I wanted to apologise for making that comment about your girl. I had no right to say think like that about her. What I'm trying to say is sir am I forgiven" Dunne asked.
"Your forgiven Dunne" I said continuing to write the letter I had been writing before Dunne had interrupted me.
"Sarge we got company" Kirkpatrick yelled form his post. Ah fuck that was just great.
"Stand two," I yelled as the company. The company rushed to their defensive positions. Their fingers on the trigger of their guns ready and waiting for my signal to open fire.
"Don't shoot. I'm a Marine. I'm Private Ben Cassidy. H-Company" A voice cried out from the shadows.
"Your commanding officer is Sargent Tomas," I asked yelling back to the voice in the shadows.
"Yes Sir. Sargent Tomas and most of H-Company are dead sir." Cassidy called back from the shadows. I tried to sallow the lump in my throat in the space of nearly three months I had lost two of my friends here.
"Stand down boys. Come on in Cassidy no ones going to shoot you" I called back to him. A minute or so later. A tall lanky looking kid or rather boy of nineteen with red hair ran into the bunker.
"Jimmy. Can you tend to his wounds" I asked the medic assigned to our company Petty Officer First Class James 'Jimmy' Edwards
I settled down again to write the letter I had been writing before Cassidy had turned up. After about another half and hour I had finished the letter.
I walked over to Cassidy to talk with him to find out what exactly had happened to Clint's company.
"Cassidy could you tell what exactly happened to H-Company" I asked.
"Yes Sir. We're checking around premiered of the bunker we where going to use for the night. Then all of a sudden the fucking bastards where everywhere. The cut most of the company down like they where lambs to the fucking slaughter. They had artillery support. Sargent Tomas said for me to head southwest for about 12 to 15 miles to find B-Company." Cassidy said explaining what had happened to Clinton's Company.
Before I could reply there was a deafening explosion that sounded like artillery. The sun was just starting to peak over the horizon. I walked back over to where I had been seated about five minutes previous. I grabbed my M14 from where I sat next to my helmet.
"Sorrows, Bowen you guys see anything" I said signally for the others in the company to take up their defensive positions within the bunker again.
"Can't see fuck shit Sarge. But those mother-fucking bastards are out there no doubt. "Bowen replied setting down his binoculars
We didn't have to wait long for our unwelcomed guest to arrive. We all hit the dirt when an artillery shell exploded maybe fifty yards away from the bunker. It made the bunker shake at the impacting artillery shell less then fifty yards from it.
Bullets soon entered the building sending bits of concert and fragments of impacted bullets in every given direction like flying shrapnel.
"Enough this shit. Let's take the fight to those fascist fucking pigs," I growled getting to my feet and taking cover near the doorway. I left my position of cover near the doorway and fired off a few shots before taking cover behind a small low wall.
I heard my men following taking shots at the enemy. I glanced up from my position and took a shoot at a Vietcong soldier about two hundred yards away. I pulled the trigger and watched in satisfaction as the bullet hit him in the front of the skull and blew the back of skull out with blood and brain matter.
I grunted in pain as two bullets ripped through the flesh of my shoulder. I spotted Cassidy step on to something perhaps a pressure plate. I ran as hard as my legs could care me. I tackled him and pushed him away from the pressure-plated mine underneath him.
I groaned in pain as I landed on the ground with a thud. It all went blank after that. Corporal Kirkpatrick had witnessed the horrific yet heroic scene that unfolded in front of him. He went to check on their Sargent and the private from H-Company.
"Fuck man is he still alive" Private Dunne wondered a-loud as he shot back at Vietcong that where trying to take back their bunker.
"Edwards get you ass over here. The Sarge is still alive as is Cassidy" Kirkpatrick yelled to the medic assigned to their company.
"Lambert radio in for a Duster and make it snappy. Tell them its urgent we've got to critically wounded" Kirkpatrick yelled over to radioman of the company.
19th August 1965: Rydell California.
Edna Olsen wiped her hands on her apron when the phone rang from the hallway. She walked the short distance to the ringing phone.
"Hello Olsen residence" Edna said answering the phone.
"Mrs Olsen this is in concern of your nephew Sargent Michael Carrington of the 2nd battalion 4th Marines. He was badly wounded earlier today. " The voice on the other end of line responded