'Author's Note: I don't own Grease nor Grease 2 or any of the Character. The only thing I own 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 26. I know its nearly taken me a month to update. I'm not particularly happy with this chapter so whatever. A huge thank you to those that reviewed.

Chapter 26

25th May 1968, Rydell California

It had been just over twenty-four hours since I had returned home for good. Now I had to find myself a job. My enlistment in the Marine Corp was official finished. I sat on the front porch watching the sunrise.

I had heard about the protests going on about Vietnam. I supposed a lot of these protesters where people whom had never seen any real combat action only what they had seen on the evening news.

I didn't have a fucking clue what I was going do know I was out of the Marine Corp. The sun had risen just a little. There was a dark side of what had happened in Nam that I had never told anyone.

The things a soldier see during combat and war in general he really can't tell his families those sorts of things. I had released some of this burden in my letters home to Steph.

It didn't stop the nightmares that plagued most nights. In Vietnam I had push through it. But there were still Marines over there going through hell over that. I had seen the horrors of war I never wanted to see again.

I grabbed a fresh cigarette for the nearly finished pack I had bought yesterday. I lit it and tried to settle my nerves.

Stephanie woke alone about an hour later. She got up and went in search of her husband. She went to check on Connor but found his bed empty. Stephanie searched most of house and found it empty of both her husband and son.

She heard barking coming from the backyard. Stephanie stoped in the doorway of the backdoor. Connor and Michael where playing Michael's German Shepherded Ace.

She watched them for a while. The way that Michael interacted with Connor. She had heard him muttering in his sleep last night. It sounded like nightmares possibly of Vietnam.

"Mama" Connor said spotting his mother standing on the back porch. I picked Connor up and placed him on my shoulders and walked up to where Steph was standing watching us.

Eight Weeks Later 25th July 1968 Phoenix, Arizona

I rubbed my eyes tiredly as I stretched out on the bunk of the Peterbilt. The guy I drove for in Rydell bought everything basically brand new. I was on my way back from Boston to LA.

I sat up and rubbed my breaded chin. I hardly bothered shaving anymore. I only kept it trimmed. My hair had grown back to normal length to what I had it at before I had joined the Marine Corp after graduation six years ago.

I grabbed some clean cloths to change into. After having showered and changed into a clean cloths. I walked into the dinner of the truck stop and took a seat. A waitress approached me about five minutes later as I was digging a cigarette out of my shirt pocket.

"What can I get yea?" She asked with a thick Texas accent I thought.

"Coffee and Stake and eggs if you've got it" I answered as I lit my cigarette.

"How you'd like your stake, " She asked, I took a drag from my cigarette.

"Medium rare" I responded, glancing out the window of the dinner.

"Ok one coffee and stake medium rare with eggs coming up" She answered as she scribbled down my final order.

"This seat taken" I heard a voice ask about five minutes later. I merely shrugged and turned the page of the newspaper I was reading.

"Thanks." I glanced over at the owner of the voice. He looked to be about sixteen. He most of have been running from something to be on his own.

"Can I bum a smoke?" He asked. I got a cigarette out of my half finished pack and lit it for him.

"So where you heading" I asked taking a drag of my half finished cigarette.

"Anywhere west. Where you heading anyway" He asked.

"LA then home to Rydell" I answered as the waitress came back with my order.

"Can I get yea anything honey?" She asked my table companion. He ordered himself a coffee.

" Rydell a small town" He asked he took a drag from his own cigarette.

"Small enough, if you're comparing it Boston. Then yea it's a small town" I answered snubbing out the rest of my cigarette.

"You mind if I tag along with you to Rydell" He asked.

"Nah. It anit a problem." I said taking a sip of my coffee before I started to eat my steak and eggs.

28th July 1968, Rydell, California

It was early Saturday morning. The young kid I had met in Phoenix, Kenneth. I had dropped him off in San Francisco the night before. The sun was just peaking over the horizon as I turned into our street.

I slowed the Peterbilt and pulled out front of the house. I tiredly turned off the droning Cummins Diesel Engine. I grabbed my gear from the bunk. I locked up the Peterbilt and headed towards the house with my bag over my shoulder.

I heard Ace barking on the length of his chain. I walked up the driveway towards the backyard.

"Sit down you idoit" I said, Ace stopped barking and started to whin for me to go and pat him.

"Hey boy. You been looking after the place for while I been gone" I said patting him. Ace was standing at his full high on his hide legs.

After patting Ace once more time I headed towards the backdoor. I grabbed my keys from my jeans and unlocked the backdoor.

I was putting my dirty clothes in the laundry when I heard fait footsteps coming for upstairs. I thought nothing of it. I walked into the kitchen and went to grab a beer. I sat down at the kitchen table.

I tried to keep a lid on the nightmares and flashbacks I had of Vietnam. There had been more and more protests against the war in Vietnam. A small part of me wondered whether or not I should have enlisted for another term in the Marines.

I took another sip of my beer. I heard something slam. Due to force of habit I reached for my Colt M19A or my combat knife. I shook my head of those thoughts about Vietnam.

I finished off my beer. I threw the empty bottle in the trash. I knew that neither Steph nor Connor would be awake for a few more hours. I quietly as possible walked into our bedroom to grab some clean clothes.

I cursed under my breath when I found a creaky floorboard. Stephanie didn't stir nor move from where she slept. I grabbed my cloths and went to have a shower and change.

Stephanie woke to sound of water running somewhere in the house. She glanced at the clock on her husband's side of the bed. It 5.10 a.m. in the morning. It was probably Michael who had just gotten home.

The past two months since Michael had come home from Vietnam this time for good had been a blur. A few days after he had returned home. He had gotten a job driving for a trucking company here in Rydell.

Now more often than not he was mostly on the road driving then he was home. He was home maybe once a twice every couple of weeks. I left the bathroom and close the door softly trying not to wake anyone.

I suppressed a yawn as I walked down the hall to check on Connor. He was still asleep. I closed door and headed towards mine and Steph's room.

"You know this thing called knocking" Steph said with her back to me as I walked into the room

"I don't think my mother and father taught me that" I said shutting the door.

"You mind" Stephanie said when she caught me staring at her.

"Nothing I haven't seen before babe" I said stretching out on the bed. She rolled her eyes and walked of the room a few moments late.

Two and half hours later

I was half asleep when something hit me in the face. I opened my eyes in annoyance at whoever it was that had thrown the pillow at me.

"What was that for" I asked sitting up looking over at Steph who stood in the doorway of the room.

"To wake you up"

"What for." I asked as I swung my legs over the side of the bed and stood up.

"My Aunt Vivian and Uncle Harrison are in town for the week. Mom and Dad wanted us to come over and see them and my cousins" Stephanie explained.

"Alright just give me a few minutes to get ready," I said grabbed a clean pair of jeans.

Vivian Hockley didn't try to hide her distain for her younger sister marring a lowly mechanic. The only reason she was visiting Marie and Anthony was well because she wanted to see how her sister was.

Though she had very little time for her younger sister. She still had to do her sisterly duty and come and visit her sister and family.

"Are we expecting visitors Aunt Marie" Gabriel asked Marie. Marie looked out the kitchen window as Michael got out of the driver's side of the car.

"Just Stephanie and her husband and their son" Marie explained

"Hey Maire" Priscilla Hockley heard a deeply Enlist accented man said as he walked into the kitchen. He was just over six foot. His hair was somewhat un-kept and untrimmed bread covered his lower half of his face.

"Michael this is my sister Vivian. Vivian this is Stephanie's husband Michael" Marie said introducing the two of us.

"Charmed I'm sure" Vivian said with fake smile and politeness that reminded of rattlesnake before it was going to bite you.