'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 29. Thank you to those that reviewed the last chapter.

Chapter 29

29th March 1969, Rydell California

I was working on the Peterbilt replacing the fan belt, timing and serpentine belts, along with the oil, air and fuel filters. I had my offsider Connor helping me. I was not quite covered from head to toe in grease and oil.

Though Hank had half a dozen to a dozen mechanics that worked on the trucks and trailers. He didn't mind if we did general maintenance to the trucks to keep them well maintained.

"Daddy what's that does" Connor asked referring to the fan or was it the radiator.

"That keeps the engine running and cool buddy" I said pulling off the fuel flitter. Connor nodded and handed me the new Fuel Filter.

" Fucking bastard" I cursed under my breathe when I grazed my knuckles on the engine block when I was replacing the fuel lines. Connor looked like he hadn't heard me as he was inquisitively looking through my tool box.

The rest of the day slowly ticked by. I grabbed my watch from the steps on the fuel tank and looked at it. It was just after four thirty in the afternoon. Connor was half asleep slumped up against driver's side steer tyre. Sarge and Ace lay next to him.

I slide out from under the Peterbilt where I was draining the oil from the engine via the oil pan into an old fuel drum I had cut in half to put the old oil into while changing the oil flitter. I dragged the old oil from under the Peterbilt. I was going to pour into a 44 gallon drum I kept around the back.

A little over half an hour later. I was cleaning tools and putting them back in my toolbox. I glanced at Connor who was fast asleep curled up on the ground with Ace and Sarge.

I prayed to god that he never had to face the horrors of war that I had faced and seen.

"Afternoon Mr Carrington" I looked up and turned to see Revered Michaels the man that had married Steph and me just over three years ago and had christened Connor after he had been born.

"Afternoon." I said wiping my dirty hands on a rag. It was no secret around town that Revered Michaels was opposed to the war in Vietnam that was going on.

"How are the twins doing" He asked making small talk.

"Benjamin and Rebecca are fine Revered" I said placing the rag in the back pocket of the coveralls.

"That's good. I suppose you've heard about the major protest being organised in the town square against the Vietnam War for later today or rather tonight."

"Yea so what of it" I asked I closed the hood of the Peterbilt and moved around to put the straps into place.

"Please tell me you're not condoning this massacre of human lives in Vietnam." Revered Michaels said not believing what I was saying to him.

"Revered let me make one thing clear to you. I'm not condoning nor condemning the war that's going on in Vietnam. Now I know you like most of the town know that I was deployed to Vietnam for three years. I have seen a lot of things that most people could not fathom seeing nor witness." I tried to explain to him.

"I understand Mr Carrington. I should see you in a few weeks then for the Christening. Have a nice Evening" Revered Michaels said before he walked off down the street. I sighed and bent down to pick up Connor.

I held Connor in one arm and my tool box in the other. Both Sarge and Ace followed behind me when I walked into the house. I put Connor in his room. I checked on Benjamin and Rebecca before I headed down stairs.

I smiled when I walked into the living room. Stephanie was asleep on the couch. I placed my toolbox on the floor. I grabbed a blanket and placed it over her. I kissed the top of her head.

After putting my toolbox back and having a shower and changing into a pair of clean clothes. I wrote a note for Steph telling her I was going over to see Billy about something.

I pulled on my old T-Birds leather jacket. I opened up the garage where my motorcycle was kept. I had done general maintenance on it just yesterday. I wheeled out into the street.

I kicked into gear before heading across town to meet up with Billy, Tex and Ricky. Tex and Ricky where staying with Billy. Tex was working for Jake as a mechanic while Ricky was working for a local building contractor as a carpenter.

Billy's enlistment for the Marine Corp wasn't up until June so he was working at the local recruitment office for the Marine Corp. I pulled up into the driveway. I cut off the engine and put the kickstand out on my motorcycle.

I walked up to the front door and knocked. A few moments later Ricky answered the door.

"Hey Mike" Ricky said as he greeted me. He moved aside and let me inside. I walked into the living room. Tex was watching the Television.

"Jessie. Look how's here hey. It's your Uncle Michael" Billy said walking into the room. It seemed that her face lit when she saw me.

"Unl-ce Mike" She said wriggling in her father's arms. Billy handed her over to me. Jessie had everyone wrapped around her finger. Her uncles included.

"So how my niece and nephew going" Billy asked as he handed me a beer. As I sat down in an arm chair with Jessica or Jessie as we all called her sitting in my lap.

"BJ fine as is Rebecca. Connor's taken to being an older brother like a duck to water" I explained cracking the top off the beer that Billy had just handed me.

"You heard about the protests that are being planned in the town square tonight against what's happening in Nam." Ricky asked.

"Yea I heard about it" I said taking a sip of my beer.

"You reckon we should go and see what they've got to say for themselves." Billy said.

"Might as well" Tex agreed.

Billy had gotten Rose to look after Jessie until we got back. We all piled into Billy's car and headed for the town square. As we pulled up near the town square.

There had been a couple of hundred people or rather kid or teenagers. I got out of the car and leaned against the front of the Billy's car and watched them. Tex, Billy and Ricky stood beside me and watch them.

"Well it looks like we've got a group of baby killers here" The ringleader of the protesters shouted loud enough for us to hear.

I shook my head and moved away from Billy's car. Billy, Ricky and Tex moved behind me. The ringleader of the group continued to walk towards us. They met us about half way across the town square.

"Have a look at this lot of baby killers." The ringleader of the group sneered. I held my temper and set my jaw hard.

"Ha. You think your pretty tough with all your friends backing you up. Let me tell you lot something. All of you young boys here that think your bullet proffer and scared of nothing.

Well you're not. You think you're a man now. You don't know shit of about being in military and being on the front lines. Have ever seen someone die or even pulled the trigger killing another man that was someone's brother, husband, father, nephew, grandson, friend or Uncle.

Trust me when I tell you. War is no fucking picnic nor is a game. You're all big men yelling and hurling abuse at men who come home from Vietnam trying to do their military duty.

You don't think that they don't think about what they saw over there and what they had to do. The lucky ones are the ones that never came back. The ones that don't have to live with the nightmares and other shit that we have put up with from snivelling little boys and girls who should still sucking on their mother's tit.

So you can stand there and call us baby killers. But you don't even have the guts or the balls to put a military uniform do your fucking duty for yea country" I said trying to get my point across to them.

"Yea well at least I'm not a coward" He sneered after me. I turned my back and went about walking away.

"They've got a nerve of criticizing us" He continued to taunt as we walked away. I stopped and the muscles in my back tensed as flashbacks of Vietnam ran through my mind.

"Hey he must be deaf the fucking baby killer. Him and his friends." Something inside me snapped. Before Billy, Ricky and Tex could react I turned around and slammed my fist into the ringleader's jaw.

Billy watched in horror as Michael hit the ringleader of the protesters in the jaw. The ringleader stumbled from the blow to his jaw. Tex and Ricky didn't know what had happened.

The ringleader regained his footing and swung wildly at Michael. I dodged his punch and slammed a sharp right hook into his face. I heard his nose break when my fist hit it.

Tex and Billy tried to break up the fight before it became anymore worse. Billy and Tex where shrugged off by Michael as he continued to lay into the ringleader of the protesters.

"Come on Michael. Stop it mate" Tex tried to calm his friend down. The three of them managed to pull Michael away before the fight became worse.

"Come Mike let it go" Billy tried to calm his eldest older brother down. The ringleader of the protesters got to his feet.

The drive back to Billy's was quite. The gutless wonder of a bastard had given as well as he had gotten.

"What happened to Michael" Rose asked we walked inside.

"We had a run in with a few protesters. The ringleader of them got off easy" Billy explained as I walked into the kitchen.

Rose cleaned me up as best she could. I had a cut above my right eyebrow that Rose had stitched up. I had a minor spilt lip with various bruises, cut and bruised knuckles. I pulled up into the driveway at about seven thirty.

Stephanie's eyes widened when she spotted her husband. He looked like he had been in bar brawl. His knuckles where bruised and had a few cuts on them. He had two cuts on his face that where stitched up: one was above his right eyebrow and the second was just below his chin.

"What happened"?

"We had a run in with some protesters. " I answered as I sat down at the table.

29th April 1969, Rydell California

Stephanie woke at the sound of a familiar truck pulling up out front of the house. She had not seen her husband for three weeks. She suspected that his dreams or rather nightmares about Vietnam where becoming worse and more frequent.

She had heard him more then once wake up in a cold sweat. He muttered in his sleep when these dreams/nightmares happened. Michael was trying to put the past behind him.

He would rather try and battle his inner demons then tell her about the dreams or rather nightmares.