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 18. Whether or not Michael returns to Vietnam or is medically discharged from the Marines I have not decided yet.
Chapter 18
26th August 1965, San Diego Naval Hospital: San Diego, California
It had been six days since Sargent Michael Carrington of the 2nd Battalion 4th Marines had arrived at the San Diego Naval Hospital from Vietnam. He had still not woken up since he had been wounded when he had saved the life of Private Ben Cassidy.
Cassidy had only flesh wounds that required a few stiches while Carrington was in a much more critically condition. He had suffered major chest trauma, a badly broken right leg and various cuts and abrasions. It would take some time for him to be fully healed.
A lot of the wounds on his body would scar. It had been touch and go for the first three days since he had arrived at the Naval Hospital on the 20th. Most of the young Sargent's family was here in San Diego since they had been informed of him being wounded.
The young Sargent was recovering. He had shown vast improvement since he had arrived from Vietnam six days ago. But he still had a long road of recovery ahead of him.
The surgeon in charge of looking after the Sargent. Captain James McKinnon rolled his shoulders and walked into the room to check on his patient. The patient in question was still unconscious a week after he had become wounded. The young Marines family had been every day to check on him.
McKinnon could not blame them either. He had himself had a lost a son to this god forsaken war two months ago. His son his eldest boy Walter had followed in his footsteps and had joined the Navy as a Corpsman.
McKinnon spotted something. He noticed that Sargent Carrington moved his hand and looked like he was waking up. McKinnon noticed that Carrington eyes where starting to open.
McKinnon moved to the doorway and yelled for a couple of nurses to come to Sargent Carrington's room. Stephanie and Michael's younger brother Patrick had been going to visit him when they noticed medical staff heading for his room.
Oh please god don't let him be dead or dying. Stephanie felt her heart breaking for the second time in a week. Patrick headed towards the nurse station on the floor to find out what was going on.
Half an hour later
Patrick sat beside Stephanie in the waiting room waiting for any news of Michael. A doctor in his mid forties stepped into the waiting room.
I groaned slightly in pain as the nurses helped me to sit up. I looked down at my broken leg. I had been extremely luckily I had not lost my right leg or worse. I had broken four ribs and bruised another. It would take some time before I would be fit enough to return to active service.
That was if the medically board didn't decide that I would have to be medically discharged from the corp. The doctor- Captain McKinnon had said that most of my wounds would scar and I would walk with a limp in my right leg.
It was a small price to pay for saving the life of a fellow Marine. The nurses left after about five minutes. The door opened again, my younger brother Patrick walked through the door.
"Doc said you're lucky to be alive," Patrick said as he took a seat in the chair next to my bedside.
"Yea he said that to me to. I suppose the whole family here in San Diego," I said trying to breath with four broken ribs and a bruised one.
"Yea your friends are here to. Stephanie outside if you want to see her," Patrick explained. I nodded in reply. He got up and left the room.
A few moments later the door opened again. Stephanie walked into the room. Her eyes met those of her fiancé. He was alive and healing. Though he had almost died countless times in the first three day since he had arrived at the Naval hospital.
"Steph" I said as I noticed the tears starting to form in her eyes. She really had thought I had been going to die. She moved to sit on the edge of my bed. I wrapped my arms around her and kissed the top of her head.
Stephanie laid her head on my chest. I let her cry into my chest. I ignored the pain and tried to comfort her.
"Steph. I'm alright," I said trying convincing her I was alive and I wasn't going anywhere anytime soon.
I looked up as the door opened up again. I was shocked to see whom it was standing there. My father I had not seen for three and bit years. Steph got off my bed and left us alone to have some privacy to talk.
"So I heard you're engaged to be married." My father said trying to break the ice between us.
"Yea I am so what of it. Cut the small talk bullshit and tell me why your hear father" I said not wanting to make small talk with him.
"I never told you how proud I was of you for joining the military. Look I understand if you want nothing to do with your mother and me, I understanding that. But don't cut Billy and Rose out your life" My father said.
"I'm not cutting them out of my life" I said being one of my arms to rest behind my head.
"Your Aunt said you've been over in Vietnam the last couple of months," My Father said.
"Yea I have. As soon as I'm healed up I'm going back over there" I said not looking him in at him but at the ceiling of the room.
"What about your fiancé" My father asked dumbfounded that I wanted to go back to Nam.
"Stephanie understands I have a job to do and an obligation to my men still over there" I explained well attempted to.
"I know you've got a duty to do. But what if you're wounded again and you're not so lucky" My farther pointed out he had a point.
"One of the risks of the job of being a Marine" I said. My father merely nodded in agreement.
Three Weeks Later. 16th September 1965 San Diego Naval Hospital, San Diego California
Being stuck in a hospital bed for three weeks was not my idea of fun what so ever. My ribs where nearly fully healed. My abdominal injuries where healing slowly but surely.
I had a new roommate as of three days ago. The roommate was a pain in the ass. He made it a point to flirt with the nurses every time they entered the room. Not only that but he bitched and whinged about every little thing.
The fuckwite was only in hospital because of a minor broken ankle. I rolled my eyes as he again went on complaining about the pain in his ankle.
"How are you feeling Sargent?" The nurse asked turning her attention to me. The pain in the ass was a recruit who had broken his ankle in training.
"Alright. How's are you today" I asked striking conversation with Janice the nurse who looked after me for most of the time I had been her.
"I'm good. Oh by the way there's a letter here for you." Janice said handing me the letter. I opened the letter and began to read the letter from Stephanie.
I was halfway through reading the letter when he began to complain yet again.
"How about you fucking shut up. You think basic trainings hard. You wait till you get to the front lines. That is if they don't kick you out before then." I said fed it with listen to his constant fucking whining.
"Oh yea like you've fucking seen action man" The smart ass sneered.
"Yea I have. I lost two good fucking friends of mine over there. I risked my life the save another Marine. I nearly fucking lost my only life to save a fellow brother Marine. " I snarled at him. That seemed to shut him up.
The tensions in the room was still thick a few hours later when Captain McKinnon had come in to check on me.
8 Weeks Later 16th November 1965 San Diego Naval Hospital: San Diego California.
I was signing the discharged papers to leave the hospital. I handed the paperwork back to the nurses at the nurses' station. I managed to pick up my army canvas bag without falling over.
I humbled out to parking lot of hospital. Danny was leaning against his car when I humbled out on crutches still. When my leg had fully healed and everything. I had to appear in front of the Medically Board or something to see if I could return to active service or if I would be Medically Discharged from the Marines.
I glanced at my watch it was just after eleven a clock. I managed to into the passenger seat without too much trouble. We sat in silence as we drove out of the Naval Base and headed towards Rydell.
"You know didn't have to come and pick me up Danny. I could've just caught a bus from San Diego" I said as I grabbed the fresh pack of cigarettes I had brought at the last gas station we had stopped at.
"It's what family's for Mike. Do you know if you'll stay in the Marines or you'll be discharged?" Danny asked as I pulled out my lighter from my shirt pocket.
"No not yet. I won't know until I see the medically board when I've healed up." I said as I lit my cigarette.
"Does anyone know you're coming back to Rydell beside me" Danny asked he glanced over at me for a brief seconds.
"No. So what time do you think we'll be back in Rydell" I said taking a drag and flicking some of the burning ash out the open window of Danny's car.
"Should be around 7-8 tonight. " Danny said. I nodded and took one last drag from the cigarette and threw cigarette out the window.
I rolled up the window and lent my head against window pane of the car. I let my thought wonder. I chuckled lowly when I remembered the first time I had come back to Rydell from Camp Pendleton after I had assigned to the 2nd Battalion and 4th Marines.
Rydell California: 20th December 1962.
I had been granted an eight day leave off base. I had left the base early this morning at about maybe two a clock. It was now about ten in the morning. I had been running a little low on fuel so I had spotted Jake's Garage up ahead.
I pulled up at the pump to fill up my tank. Steph was working with a lot of irritable customers. One customer wanted his windscreen cleaned while another was looking for maps. The other customer I wasn't quite so sure about.
"Hey Miss. What do I owe yea" I asked not realising that voice was slightly gravely and huskier than normal.
"Um 55 cents" Steph said before turning around to see me there sitting on my motorcycle. Though I was wearing both my helmet and goggles I knew that Stephanie knew it was me.
I grabbed a few bills and handed it to her. I parked my motorcycle over to one side. I headed up to office to wait until she didn't have any customers to deal with before we talked.
I chuckled lowly at the memoire. I glanced out the window and spotted a sign. Rydell 10 Miles.