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 22. Thank you to those that reviewed the last chapter.
Chapter 22
A few hours later I headed home to drop my bag off and possible change into some clean clothes. After a six week operation in the jungle surrounding Chu Lai looking for and pushing the Vietcong back didn't leave much time for shaving.
I cleaned myself up as best I could. I locked up the house and decided to head back to the hospital. I was checking over my motorcycle before I headed back to the hospital.
Harriett Nixon had moved in next door to the Carrington's only a month ago. She had never seen the mysteries man standing in the driveway of her neighbours before. He was tall just over six foot. His hair shaved closely to head. He had an untrimmed bread.
Harriett had seen a lot of men coming to the house next door to her. She had never really seen her next-door neighbour all that much. Mrs Gibson who lived on the other side her had said that the woman that lived next door was married and her husband was in the military and was deployed at the moment.
It was possibility that the man in the driveway was her next-door neighbours husband. She looked up from where she was taking the washing off the line when her husband pulled into the driveway.
"Evening dear. How was your day" Harriett asked her husband Victor walked towards her.
"Fine. Who's that?" Victor asked referring to the man working on his motorcycle in the next-door neighbours driveway.
I tried not to listen to the conversation going on in the neighbours yard. I stood up and wiped my hands on a rag. I grabbed another wrench from the toolbox and went about changing the spark plugs.
"Afternoon." The next-door neighbour said trying to break the ice.
"Afternoon" I said pulling out the warn spark plugs. I placed the new ones in and tightened up various bolts. I kicked my motorcycle into gear and revved the engine to make sure it was running right.
"Are you new around here." He tried to pry. I looked back over at him from where I was cleaning tools and putting them back in my toolbox.
"No. I'm back state side for a month then I'm heading back to Nam." I said wiping my hands on the rag before shoving it in my back jeans pocket.
"Vietnam" The guy questioned. I closed up my toolbox.
"Yeah Vietnam. I'm in the Marine Corp," I said before walking inside the house to put my toolbox away. I grabbed my old T-Bird leather jacket along with my helmet, keys and goggles.
By the time I got back to the hospital it was nearly dark. I headed up to the third flour and room 125. I didn't really bother knocking when I opened the door.
"You ever heard of knocking" I heard Steph scold not knowing it was me. I just chuckled under my breath.
"It anit nothing I haven't seen before babe" I said closing the door behind me. Her eyes widened in shock at seeing me. She was feeding him. I took a seat in the chair next to the bedside.
"When did you get back stateside" Steph asked.
"About the same time you went into labour. I didn't get here until a few hours after he had been born." I explained taking him from her when he had finished having a feed.
" Any ideas for names" I asked after five minutes of silent. There would be no Michael Junior.
"I don't know. you"
"Connor James-Seamus Carrington" I said having thought up a name. Steph nodded tiredly.
"You better get some rest babe. I'll look after him." I said kissing her forehead. Not a minute later she was passed out asleep.
21st January 1967, Rydell California.
I woke to hear Connor crying from his room. I got out of bed and tried not to wake Steph. I limped down the hall to his room. I picked him up from his cot. He seemed to settle down when I held him.
"What's wrong."? I said trying to calm him down. I sat down in the rocking chair trying to get him back to sleep. I most have fallen asleep with Connor in my arms. When I woke up he was not in his cot.
I got up and went to find him. I found Stephanie with him in living room. He was sound asleep.
"Hey' I said bending my head to kiss her. I sat down beside her and stretched out my right leg.
11th February 1967, Rydell California
I hated saying goodbye. I swore that this would be the last time I would say goodbye to them. Now it twice as hard as it had been last time. I had another person to come home to.
A person whom needed me in their life to show him how to be man. I said the last of my goodbyes to everyone. I had ride on a C-130 back to Chu Lai that left in ten hours.
A few hours later I pulled up at a gas station to fill up my motorcycle as it was running a little low on fuel. After I had finished fuelling it up. The gas station attended told me how much I owed him.
I parked my motorcycle on side of the gas station and went to stretch my legs.
"Michael" I turned my head at hearing someone saying my name. My eyes widened when I saw my ex-girlfriend Sarah I hadn't seen her since I had left England to move to America nearly six years ago.
"Sarah" I said just wanting this conversation to be over with.
"So how have you been?" Sarah asked trying to make small talk.
"Fine. So where's your lapdog Roy" I asked leaning back against my motorcycle. Sarah had failed to see the wedding ring on my hand.
"Roy and I broke up about four years ago. " Sarah said batting her eye lids innocently. It was hard to believe what I ever saw in her. As they say love is blind.
"That'd be good for you. I'm not interested Sarah. I'm a married man." I said holding up my hand with my wedding ring on it.
To say Sarah Hamilton was speechless when she saw the wedding band on her former boyfriend's left hand was an understatement. She knew that Michael would have moved on after they had broken up before he had moved to America.
But to know he was married that had been a shock. She glanced at the motorcycle he was leaning against. All the piece of the puzzle began to fall into place.
The last time she had seen him ride a motorcycle he had crashed his uncle's Norton when he was fifteen. But the man standing in front of her was not the same Michael Carrington she had known when they had been dating.
"Hey babe" Her boyfriend Dale called over to her as he made his way over to where she and Michael where standing.
"Hey" Sarah said greeting her new boyfriend. I didn't say anything at first.
"You know this guy" Dale asked her. Sarah bit her lip how the hell was she going to explain this to Dale.
"Dale this is an old friend of mine. Michael this is Dale. Dale this is Michael" Sarah said tried breaking the awkwardness.
"Ex. You mean" I said correcting her. Dale her boyfriend looked shocked and pissed.
"Ex as in Ex-Boyfriend" Dale asked his eyes turning to Sarah. I merely shrugged my shoulders.
"Look if you want her back"
"Dale you're welcome to her. I have a wife a one mouth old son I love. Sarah and I broke up a long time ago" I said, Dale grabbed Sarah by her forearm and walked to one side.
Six Hours Later.
We had left Camp Pendleton about an hour ago. The C-130 was going to stop over at the Marine Base in Japan and then onto Chu Lai in the morning. I let my thought wonder to the 10 day leave I had after I had graduated at Basic Training at San Diego.
8th September 1962 Rydell California.
I cursed under my breath as I kicked the bumper of Patrick's shit box of a car he had brought earlier today. He brought the piece of a shit earlier today for only 50 bucks.
I had replaced the spark plugs, timing and serpentine belts along with a few over things.
"Patrick get your ass out here and give me a hand fixing this piece of a shit truck that just happens to be yours" I yelled for him to drag his ass here and give me a hand fixing his piece of shit truck.
"Keep your hair on old man" Patrick joked as he walked outside. I didn't look amused with good reason.
"Have you changed the filters and the oil" Patrick asked he got behind the wheel.
"Well gee why I didn't think of that" I said sarcastically under my breath. Patrick just rolled his eyes from where he sat behind the wheel.
"Try starting it now" I asked poured water into the radiator. Patrick nodded and turned the key. The old Chevrolet fired up to life.
"You owe me big time for helping you with this piece of shit" I said cleaning up my tools and placing them back in the toolbox.
"Yea. Thanks big brother. Oh I've got a date with Samantha tonight" Patrick said with a stupid looking grin on his face.
"Is this the same Samantha Morgan that wouldn't give you the time of day three days ago" I asked though I didn't need to ask while he had that stupid looking grin on his face.
"Yea. I've just got to meet her parents before we go out. Hey you sure you don't want to come with me." Patrick asked.
"Nah I can't sorry. I've got dinner with Steph and her parents tonight" I said wiping my hands on a rag.
"Do I hear wedding bells. " Patrick teased. I just rolled my eyes as he began to hum off tune to wedding march.
"What you mean like for you and Samantha" I bit back at him. Patrick flipped me the bird in response for teasing him.
I headed up to the back door from my room. I walked into the kitchen my aunt was talking to Patrick about something when I walked into the kitchen.
"Patrick when do we get to meet this Samantha" My aunt asked as I grabbed a beer from the fridge.
"Could I bring her over for dinner tomorrow then" Patrick asked, my aunt nodded in agreement.
"So big brother. When are you and Stephanie getting married" My brother asked I spat out my beer in response.
"Not for a while yet. We've only been going out for four and half months" I said placing my beer down on the table.
"But you did give her ring didn't you" My aunt pressed. What was it picking on Michael day or something like that?
"Yea a promise ring. Not a bloody engagement ring" I said.
13th February 1967. Chu Lai.
As the C-130 touched down at the airstrip at Chu Lai. I grabbed my gear and waited for the other Marines to disembark off the C-130. I headed straight for my bunker I still shared with Tex, Kirkpatrick, Sorrows and Bowen.
"You back for good this time Sarge" Sorrows asked as I unpacked my bag.
"Yea. Until my enlistment is up in May of next year." I said as I continued to unpack. I undid my the simple chian I hung my wedding ring off and placed my wedding ring on it and did it back up.
"No night patrol tonight" I asked having finished unpacking a few moments earlier.
"Nah the top brass has given us three weeks of rest and recuperation or some shit like that" Tex answered from his bunk where he was reading a letter from home.