'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 34. Thank you to those that reviewed the last chapter.
Chapter 34
27th May 1970 Rydell California.
Stephanie felt her world crashing in around her for the third time. Michael was in hospital after a bad car crash. His truck had rolled down embankment after trying avoid a car passing another car in the opposite lane of traffic.
Now he was in a hospital in Denver. She had gotten the phone call about an hour ago. The person whom had rang told her what had happened had no told Stephanie how badly injured Michael was.
28th May 1970, Presbyterian/St Luke Medical Centre, Denver, Colorado
Former Navy Captain Victor Daniels looked at his latest patient chart. He had been brought in suffer massive chest trauma with internal bleeding along with a broke right arm, four broken ribs, his right leg had also been broken and his left ankle as well.
The man's wife and family where coming over from California to see him. Daniels held out very little hope for him even surviving such injuries as the man who was in his care had suffered.
"Dr Daniels. Michael Carrington's Medical file has arrived." The nurse said handing him a Military Medical File on his patient. Or rather Former Gunnery Sargent Michael Carrington of the 2nd Battalion 4th Marines.
Daniels began to read the file that stated Carrington had suffered similar injuries in August of 1965 while serving in Vietnam at the rank of Sargent.
Johnny grimaced when he saw his best friend lying in a hospital bed banged and wired up to machines. His face had a few stiches in it from deep cuts. His right leg was plastered and elevated like his left leg mainly his ankle.
It would be a long time before he would be back driving even at all. He glanced over at Stephanie as she looked at her husband lying a hospital bed.
"Mrs Carrington" A man in his late thirties maybe early forties said greeting them.
"Dr."
"Dr Daniels Mr." Daniels asked not sure who this man was.
"Nogerelli. Johnny Nogerelli. I'm Michael's best friend" Johnny said.
1st June 1970. Presbyterian/St Luke Medical Centre, Denver, Colorado
Not much had changed in the passed six days since Michael Carrington admitted to Presbyterian/St Luke Medical Centre. He was responding to treatment but he hadn't woken up just yet. Doctor Daniels entered the room to check on his patient.
The former Marine's wife had not left her husband's bedside for the past four days. Various other people came to visit the young man who was maybe ten years younger than him.
They still had him heavily sedated to help his body recover better.
23rd August 1966, Chu Lai
It was just going on dusk. The sun was close to setting. I shoved my hands in my pockets and walked towards the tent where the prisoners where integrated for information on VC positions surrounding the base.
Major Bradshaw and Captain Dawson where waiting for me and Tex when we arrived at the tent.
"Major Bradshaw, Captain Dawson." I said as myself and Tex saluted them.
" Staff Sargent Carrington yourself and Sargent McBride will integrating the prisoner" Captain Dawson explained.
"Yes Sir." I said as I saluted the both as they left. I entered the tent first followed by Tex. I removed my jacket and sat on a chair backwards in front of the prisoner.
"Tên của bạn là gì" I asked him politely.( What is your name)
Tôi sẽ không nói cho bạn biết tên của tôi con chó chết tiệt của Mỹ" He spat spitting at my feet.( I will not tell you my name you fucking American dog)
"Tôi chỉ sẽ askly độc đáo một lần nữa. Tên chết tiệt của bạn là gì" I asked my temper rising with every passing second.( I'm only going to askly nicely once more. What is your fucking name)
"Đi chết đi Chó Mỹ. "He said this time spitting in my face. (Go fuck yourself American Dog.)
"Một số postions Việt Cộng aroudn Chu Lai là gì" I asked still somewhat calmly. I stood up from my chair to stand in front of him (What are some of the Vietcong postions aroudn Chu Lai)
"Tới địa ngục". He said before attempting to spit in my face again. Tex hit him across the face before he could. (Go to hell.)
"Nếu đó là cách bạn muốn chơi nó. Bạn sẽ được xin tôi dừng lại khi chúng ta bao giờ kéo răng hoặc ngón tay móng tay của bạn với một cặp plers..." I said. (If that's the way your want to play it. You'll be begging me to stop when we ever pull your teeth or finger nails out with a pair of pliers.)
1st June 1970 Presbyterian/St Luke Medical Centre, Denver, Colorado
I opened my eyes groggily. My vison was blurred for a time. I moved my hand over to the person sitting beside my bedside. My vison cleared a little more. I could make out the person sitting next to me was Steph. I moved my hand into her and squeezed it gentle.
My throat was parched and dry. I wanted to say something to tell her that I was all right and awake.
"Steph" I said hardly above a whisper and squeezed her hand a little harder. I looked down at my right leg, which I had broken again. My left ankle was plastered and elevated off the bed also must be broken to.
I closed my eyes I was just about to drift off back to asleep. I opened one eye for some reason. Stephanie was starting to wake up.
26th August 1970, Rydell California
I had been out of hospital for about a week or so. Hank had come to visit once or twice when I had been in hospital in Denver. I was still getting paid my normal wages every though I couldn't go back to work for another five to six months.
I grabbed my crutches and got out of bed and hobbled down the hall. It was still early. The sun wasn't quite yet up and wouldn't be for another half an hour. I attempted to get down the stairs without falling down the stairs and landed face first on the floor below had taken a little bit of practice. I hobbled out onto the front porch. I sat down and watched as the sun began to rise from behind the horizon.
11th September 1970, Rydell California.
I was still stuck at home. My right leg was still healing. It would still be a few months before I could go back to work. Though I had a small limp after I had been wounded in Vietnam five years ago. I was going to have a more permanent limp this time.
I was waiting to go see the doctor. So he could check me over to see how I was healing. My left ankle had healed up no problems there wasn't going to be any complication with the break.
My right leg was a mess. The plates and screws they had put in last time had been broken and had to be replaced and relined the bone.
"Michael Carrington." The receptionist said. I got and grabbed my crutches and hobbled towards the room where Dr Harman. He was some new quack in town or something.
"How are feeling this morning Mr Carrington" Harman asked as I hobbled into the room followed by Steph.
"About normal as I can be Doc with a fucked up right leg" I said as I took a seat.
"I see in your Military Medical File. You where wounded in Vietnam five years ago with similar injuries." Harman said as he took a seat behind his desk.
"That would be about right doc," I said. He merely nodded and continued to look at my medical file.
Harman wanted to check me over. I pulled off my shirt and sat on the table while he checked me over. After being pocked and prodded for about twenty minutes. Harman seemed satisfied that I was going to live.
I dressed again and hobbled back over to my chair.
"Well your right leg is healing alright. It will be another four to five months before it's fully healed. When it does heal you'll be left with a permanent limp. I want to see you again on the 12th of next month" Harman said as he wrote something down into my file.
"Is that all Doc"? I asked as I stretched out my leg.
"Yes for now. Try and keep him out of trouble Mrs Carrington "Harman said
"Not that I can get into much trouble doc. She's got me on house arrest" I said jokingly. Stephanie just rolled her eyes and wacked me in the chest for my troubles.
14th October 1970, Rydell California
After my visit to see Doctor Harman about two days ago. I was still going to be on crutches for another week or two. My leg was healing. But I would have permanent limp.
I cursed under my breath when stumbled out of bed. I managed to stay on my feet without falling on my ass. I hobbled down the stairs and managed to get to the phone before it stopped ringing.
"Carrington Residency" I said trying to keep my balance.
"Michael" I heard a familiar voice on the other end of the line.
"Sam. What's up mate."? I asked wondering why it was my younger cousin was ringing. I hadn't seen or spoken to Sam since early December last year.
Eight hours later.
Billy had picked me up to go and met Sam at the Bus Depo. From what Sam had told me . After Tom had deployed to Vietnam in Mid-December. Sam's relationship with his father had gone downhill.
It had come to a boiling point a few days ago when Sam and Uncle Frank had a knock out drag out type of fight. Which had severed the last ties between father and son. Sam had taken what money and possession he had and taken a bus to Perth and caught a flight here to California.
Billy leaned his new car he bought a few months a Dodge Challenger R/T,S/E . It ran a 440 Magnum V8 and a 727 Auto Transmission. I spotted Sam as he got off the bus.
Sam McCabe looked around the Bus Depo looking for his two cousins Michael and Billy. He grabbed his bag from the underside of the bus. He spotted them leaning or rather standing in front of a Dodge Challenger he thought it was.
"Sam" His older cousin Billy called over to him. Sam made his way through the crowd and walked over to his cousins.
"Nice Car." Sam stated as he stopped in front of them.
"It's Billy's car. I'd rather a motorcycle over a car any day" I stated standing up lending on my crutches.
"What happened to your leg" Sam asked as Billy popped the trunk for Sam to dump his bag in.
"I got into a nasty car accident a few months back. I was in hospital for two months." I said as Sam shut the trunk
"Hey don't scratch the pain job" Billy complained as I rested my crutches against the side of the Challenger.
"It's just a car Billy" I said as Sam handed my crutches. Sam said nothing as he got into the backseat and sat behind Billy on the driver's side of the Challenger.
"It's not just a car. This baby's worth 4,500 thousand. " Billy said as he started the Challenger.
"More like an overpriced ex-wife" I said under my breath as we drove towards Billy's house.
We arrived at Billy's house about twenty minutes later. Billy and Sam got out first. Sam handed me my crutches before I got out of the car. I noticed a familiar car parked outside Billy's house.
"Hey Billy. Where you expecting guests." I said nodding towards the car parked outside his house.
"No" he answered before we walked towards the house. More like Sam and Billy did while I hobbled behind on crutches. Billy opened the front door. He and Sam went in first while I followed.
"Uncle Michael." I was nearly bowled over by Adam, Jackson, Colin , Mitchell and Jessie.
"Hey Sandy, Danny" I said as I rounded the corner to the living room.
"How's the leg Mike" Danny asked I sat down as Jessie sat on my lap.
"Healing. I'm only going to be on crutches for a two more weeks at most" I replied as my niece got off my lap and went to play with her third cousins.
"How's the newest addition to the family" Danny asked as Adam sat beside his dad. Danny and Sandy had moved from Rydell to San Diego about a year and half ago for Danny's new job.
"Aaron. Yea his fine. He's sleeping fully through the nights now." I said as I started to roll myself a cigarette.
"Any more kids on the cards" Danny asked as he rolled himself a cigarette.
"Another two or four" I said lighting my freshly rolled cigarette.
"Well I'd have another couple of kids if I could " Danny said before Sandy hit him in the shoulder for his troubles.
"Daniel Zuko you are not the one who has to give birth to them" Sandy said mock scolding her husband.
"Trust me with twins its worst. I've been there." I said taking a drag of my cigarette.
"Sam what are your doing here" Sandy asked turning her attention to Sam.
"I'm living or rather staying with Billy until I find a place of my own. My dad and I had a falling out a couple of days ago. Billy offered me a room until I find my own place. I guess I better start looking for a job tomorrow." Sam explained sitting beside Billy.
" Well if you're looking for a job Sam. I can talk to Jake and Anthony and see I can you a job working for them" I offered.
"Isn't Anthony your father in law"
"Yea. He is. But I know they need a new mechanic to work for them after Tex quit last month." I explained.
"Ok. Thanks I guess" Sam said