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 20. I may make this story a little longer I haven't decided yet. Just to answer the question of a review who wants to know what's happening now with Michael and Stephanie since they got married in the last chapter this chapter will most likely answer that question.

Chapter 20

29th March 1966, Rydell California

I sighed in annoyance of what I had found out at medical review board in San Diego. I was headed back to Nam in less than two months. Now I just had to break the news to Steph.

I shut off the engine of my motorcycle. I pulled off my goggles and unstrapped my motorcycle. I grabbed my overnight bag from the back of my motorcycle and headed inside.

I walked through the backdoor. I dropped my keys and overnight bag on the table. Steph had her back to me when I walked into the kitchen. I walked behind her and wrapped my arms around her.

I kissed the side of her head and rested my chin on her shoulder.

"How did it go with the medical broad" she asked.

"Alright. I've got to go back Vietnam on the 25th of May." I said I felt her shift in my arms.

"Ok" Was all she said. Well there's goes that newlywed bless or so I thought.

"But there's a catch. I have work the local recruitment office until I have to go back to Vietnam." I said finishing telling Stephanie that I had to go back to Vietnam in less than two months.

24th May 1966 Rydell California

"You look after yourself" My mother said as she hugged me and kissed my cheek. I only nodded.

"No playing hero again please Michael. I don't want any more grey hairs" My father joked. I chuckled and shook his hand.

I said my goodbyes to Patrick, Rose, Billy, Sandy, Danny and the others. The first time of goodbyes before I had shipped out to Vietnam the first time a year ago had been hard enough. This time it was a little harder.

I pulled on my helmet on my goggles. I kicked my motorcycle into gear. I didn't dare look back or I would end up not going at all.

Nine Hours Later. Camp Pendleton, California.

I had arrived at Camp Pendleton about an hour ago. I had been given my new strips at the Rank of Staff Sargent. I had been assigned to a barracks with fellow Marines who were also heading to Vietnam for the 2nd Battalion 4th Marines at Chu Lia.

I threw my army canvas bag on my bed. I looked over at Marines I was sharing the barracks with.

"Hey Dixon. You go crying to your mama when we go to Nam tomorrow" One of the Marines in the Barracks taunted the one called Dixon.

"No how about you go fuck yourself Wilson." Dixon snapped back at the one called Wilson.

"Oh yea and what you going do about rich boy" Wilson said continuing to taunt him. I had just about enough of this fucking shit.

"Don't you go any respect for the fucking Marine Code of Honour? Honour, Courage and Commitment. We stand by each other as brother in arms of the Marine Corp. No doubt you don't comprehend that." I snarled announcing my presence to them.

"What's it to you man" Another Marines asked.

"What's it to me. I've guys like you come to Nam think it's a fucking game. They don't generally last long. Show some respect to your fellow Marine. It don't matter where you come from. Whether you're rich, poor, black or white. It don't matter shit when you over in Nam in the middle of a fucking fire fight. Your can depend on the man next to you when things go to shit" I said, as I was turning to walk away.

"Shit man you know who that is. That's Sargent Michael Carrington. He's the one they gave the Navy Cross, Bronze and Sliver Star to. He was recommended for Medal of Honour after he saved the life of a fellow Marine while risking his own life" On of the other Marines exclaimed.

"Staff Sargent" I said telling them of new rank. Sure I was a war hero. I had been given high escalade medals for my action on the 18th to the 20th of August last year. But the medals meant nothing I was just a Marine doing his job.

26th May 1966 Chu Lai.

The C130 Hercules touched down at the airstrip at Chu Lai. We stopped over night at the Marine Base in Japan before we continued to Chu Lai. I removed my sunglasses as we touch down. I was the first one to walk off the C-130 followed by the other 200 + new Marines that had arrived from Camp Pendleton along with me.

"Staff Sargent Carrington" I looked up at the sound of my name. A fresh pup Lieutenant from the looks of him had spoken my name.

"Yes Sir" I said walking over to where he was standing by a Jeep.

"Major Bradshaw wants to see you. " He said getting into the Jeep. I threw my gear in the back and got in.

We arrived at 2nd Battalion 4th Marines HQ at Chu Lai. I received a lot of looks as I got out of the Jeep and followed the Lieutenant into the HQ to speak with Major Bradshaw.

"Welcome back Staff Sargent" Major Bradshaw said braking the ice.

"It's good to be back sir. The Lieutenant said you wanted to see me sir. May I ask what about sir" I asked standing at ease.

"The LA Times has sent out a reporter by the name of Frank Walters. He's some upcoming reporter or something. He wants to get a firsthand look of what our boys are doing over here. I've assigned him to your company. If it's a problem I can assign him to Sargent McBride's company if you wish" Bradshaw explained why it was that he wanted to see me.

"It's not a problem sir. Where is Walters" I asked.

"He's should be at the field hospital." Major Bradshaw said dismissing me. I gave him a salute and left the HQ. I grabbed my gear from the back of the Jeep as I walked passed.

I found the field hospital easy enough. Not much had changed in the nine and a bit months since I had been back to Chu Lai.

"Welcome back Staff Sargent" Commander Simmons said.

"Yea it's good to be back. So do you where this reporter guy Walters is" I asked. Commander Simmons just pointed to where a guy I took to be Walters was talking with a wounded soldier.

"Frank Walters" I asked walking to where he was talking with the wounded Marine.

"Yea who's asking" The guy Walters's asked.

"Staff Sargent Michael Carrington. B-Company. "I said not bullshiting around.

" Wait you wouldn't be the same Sargent who was awarded the Navy Cross, Bronze and Sliver Star along with the Medal of Honour." Walters asked.

"Yea I am. Grab your shit we've got places to be" I gruffly dismissed him before heading towards the bunker I had shared with Tex, Kirkpatrick, Sorrows and Bowen before I had been wounded.

"Well. Well. If it's Staff Sargent Michael Carrington a genuine war hero. I heard you're now an old married man" Tex joked when he saw me.

"Very Funny Tex. It's good see yea" I said. We had our brotherly hug. Tex was the best friend I could ask to have with me over here.

"So how was the 'honeymoon'" Tex asked as we walked into the bunker.

"None of your business" I said, my thoughts wondered to Stephanie now more than ever.

"Hey Sarge" I was greeted by Kirkpatrick, Sorrows and Bowne as they walked into the bunker.

2nd June 1966 Rydell California

It had just been over a week since her husband had left to go back to Vietnam. Stephanie hadn't told Michael before he had left that she suspected that she was pregnant.

A visit to the doctors earlier in the week had proven the suspicion right. They were excepting their first child and Michael was going to be deployed nearly two more years.

She hadn't told anyone yet. She had to tell Michael first that he was going to be a father in seven and half months. That was a little hard to do seeing as he was thousands of miles of away in a war zone.

She grabbed a piece of paper and began to write.

10th June 1966 Chu Lai.

"There's a few letters here for you Sarge" Williams said handing me a few letters from home.

I opened the first one. And began to read

Dear Michael.

I know it's only been a couple of weeks since you left. I guess I should have told you this before you left to go back to Vietnam. I suspected that I was pregnant. I went to the doctors just to be sure.

What I'm trying to say is that in seven and half months you're going to be a father.
I set down the letter and went about comprehending that I was going to be a father in seven and half months. I couldn't help but smile as I continued to read the letter from Stephanie.

Then it dawned on me. I was going to miss the birth of our first child. Unless by some miracle Major Bradshaw could let me go back to Rydell at least for a few weeks even a month would be better than not seeing my first child when she or he where born.

I opened the other letters and read them. I grabbed some paper and began to write letters back to them.

22nd June 1966 Rydell California

The Carrington, Olsen and Zinone families had all heard the good news of Stephanie and Michael where expecting their first child. But there was the bittersweet knowledge that the father to be was going to miss the birth of his first child or so they thought.

Millicent Carrington sat across from her older sister Edna. A lot had changed since herself, Allan, Patrick, Rose and Billy had moved to America four years ago. Her eldest child and first son had married and was expecting his first child.

Her first grandchild. Though Michael and she had their differences in the past that was in the past now. She remembered back to August of last year when she and Allan had received the news that Michael had been gravely wounded and may not survive his injuries.

Allan had made the trip to visit Michael a week after he had injured. When he had returned from San Diego when he had visited Michael in the Naval Hospital. He had told her of the conversation he and Michael had.

It was it was the start of the beginning of repairing their relationship with their eldest son. The next surprise had been when they had been invited to Michael and Stephanie's engagement party in January of this year.

That and when they had gotten the wedding invitation in the mail a week or so later.

Other Side of Rydell

Billy Carrington sat on the hood of his car looking down at the town below. What the hell was he going to do? He had just turned 17 two weeks ago. Now his girlfriend had just told me she was three weeks pregnant.

His parents were going to kill him. He needed his eldest brother more than ever now. His brother had left for Vietnam almost a month ago. What would his brother do?

There no way he was going to walk out on his child. He got off the hood of his car. He was starting his senior year in less than three months. That was going to have to wait.

Billy started up his car and headed for the local recruitment office for the Marine Corp. The same place his brother had enlisted just over four years ago.