The Outsiders: If Dallas Had Lived

by Redhunterwoman

What would have happened if Dallas had lived? Was there more to Dally's life than just the gang?

If Dallas Had Lived

Darrel walked down the sidewalk next to Dallas. He was worried about him. Darrel worried about a lot of things, but Dallas had given them all a fright recently. He had held up a drugstore and been shot in the side. He'd done time in jail for the crime, but the sentence had been shortened due to his injury.
Dallas had just gotten out of the cooler. He was quieter than Darry would have liked. His icy eyes stormed while his face was a hard mask. Dallas's parents had thrown him out completely after the hold up. Darrel had offered to let him stay with him and his brothers until he could figure something out. He didn't want to see Dally, as he was known to the gang, blow up again. He didn't want to lose someone else. The pain of his own parents' death and Johnny Cade was still too fresh.
As they walked, a small figure in battered jeans and a nondescript black sweatshirt paralleled them across the street. Suddenly the figure darted out into the road. Horns honked frantically. Darry's protective instinct kicked in. "That stupid kid just ran out into the road," He thought to himself, "I can't let him get hit."
With a wild lunge he roughly yanked the slim child out of the oncoming traffic.

"What kind of idiotic trick do you think you're playing?" he asked as he pulled back the hood that had shadowed the kids face.

He gave a start with what was revealed. The countenance that stared back at him did not belong to a child. It was the heart shaped face of a diminutive young woman. Her strawberry hair spilled out from the sweatshirt and her mouth was pulled into a firm line. But it was the girls' eyes that surprised him. The eyes were identical to those of Dallas Winston.
The girls gaze swept from him to Dallas who was standing behind him. Dally let out a loud curse when their eyes locked.
"Hello, brother." The girl said softly.

"Hello, brother."

The simple words rocked Darrel as he gawked at the girl who uttered them. Dallas let loose a string of profanity that made Darry's ears burn for the sake of the girl standing before him.

"What are you doing here?" Dallas asked coldly, his cursing spent.

"Why do you think I'm here," the girl in black replied saucily, "I'm here for you."

Dallas glared daggers at her, "Well mebbe I didn't want to be found."

The girl stared back unflinchingly, "Of course you don't want to be found. That's why I came looking."

Before Dallas could speak again, Darry cut in explosively, "Would someone please explain to me what is going on here? Who are you missy and what's this nonsense about Dally being your brother?"

"My name is Cassie. Cassandra Winston the third to be exact. And I know exactly who you are. You must be Darrel Curtis. I've heard a lot about you." The strange girl gave a Cheshire cat grin, "It's not nonsense Dallas being my brother. He's my younger brother actually."

Darry rounded on Dallas, who for the first time, looked slightly uncomfortable, "Is it true? Is she your sister?"

With a shrug Dallas answered, "Ya, she's my sister."

For a moment Darry was speechless. The two siblings glowered at one another in the silence.

"You stopped writing," the girl, Cassie, said accusingly, giving Dallas a disgusted look.

Dallas rolled his eyes in response, "Maybe I didn't feel like writing anymore."

"Or maybe it's because you were in jail and you didn't want me to know." She fired back angrily.

Surprise flashed across Dally's face. "You weren't supposed to find that out."

"Well what was I supposed to do when you suddenly stopped answering my letters? Pretend like you didn't exist anymore? I did a little digging and it didn't take much to figure out where you were." She snapped back pertly.

Dallas narrowed his eyes, "So, are you gonna lecture me or something?"

"Only about leaving me in the dark. I thought you were dead for crying out loud! If you want to get yourself arrested, fine. It's your life and you can do whatever you want, but if you're just going to drop off the face of the earth then you bet I'm going to have something to say about it!" Cassie's voice rose and she planted herself directly under Dallas' nose, "You're the only family I have that I actually care about! Why didn't you tell me?"

This last sentence she practically spat into Dally's face. For an instant, Darry saw remorse slip across Dallas' face before it was replaced again by his normal mask of indifference.

"Darrel can tell you. He knows the story. I don't want to talk about it right now."

Turning on his heel Dallas continued to walk down the street toward the Curtis residence. Cassie shook her head in frustration and looked up at Darry questioningly.

"What's he talking about?"

Darrel's mind spun. He knew what Dallas was referring to. It was going to be a lot to lay on this stranger.

"Maybe you should join us for dinner. It's not just Dallas that's had a hard time. We all have."

Cassie's eyes grew impossibly round in her small face at Darry's serious tone.

"I believe I will do just that."

With those words she turned and followed her brother. Darrel trailed behind, watching the two distinct figures. One, thin and rangy, slouching along, the other small, yet confident in her steps. There was a lot of explaining to be done. Curiosity burned inside of Darrel. He knew Dallas wouldn't be interested in answering though. He hoped that Cassie would provide information instead.

When they reached the house, the whole gang was there, a welcome party for Dallas. The TV was blaring as Dallas opened the door. Grins spread across the four boys sitting around the small living room.

Two Bit jumped up off the floor and pounded Dallas enthusiastically on the back, "You're finally out!"

Sodapop hollered, "Home at last Dally!"

Steve socked Dallas good naturedly on the shoulder saying, "Glad to see you back on the streets."

Even Ponyboy seemed relieved to see Dallas, but a wave of shyness overcame him keeping him tongue tied.

Darrel came up behind Cassie who was watching the scene unfold before her through the screen door. None of the boys had noticed she was there. For the first time, Darry sensed hesitation in her posture.

"Go on in," he encouraged, "I'm right behind you."

Squaring her shoulders, Cassie pushed open the door. All eyes were instantly drawn to her and voices shut off in surprise.

"Well whose' this?" Two Bit asked eyeing the stranger appreciatively.

"She's my sister," Dallas said, looking so fierce no one dared to question him, "And if any of you dopes so much as touches her I'll pound your face in." He continued to glare daggers for a moment before continuing, "Got any of that chocolate cake around, Soda?"

"Sure do!" Soda hopped up and ran over to the ice box. He pulled out a large heavily frosted cake, setting it on the table.

"You remember to put those chickens in the oven, Ponyboy?" Darrel asked, suddenly worried about feeding everyone.

Soda piped up, "He sure did! Even made a green bean casserole to go with em' since that's your favorite Dally."

"The kid did good." Soda's best friend Steve Randle said grudgingly, "He's been busy all afternoon."

Dallas, who had helped himself to a large piece of cake, ruffled Pony's hair and winked at him good naturedly. He walked over to Cassie who was still standing in the doorway in front of Darrel.

"Are you gonna stand in the door all night or come in?"

Taking everything in, Cassie shrugged indifferently, "Whatever you want Dallas."

He gave her an irritated look, then sprawled out onto the couch indicating that she should sit next to him. She sat down warily on the couch, watching her brother carefully. Two Bit had also helped himself to the cake and had sat down in the chair across from them. He watched the siblings' interaction with great interest. Everyone was dying to know their story, but Dally's previous statement made them nervous. The timer went off in the kitchen bringing the attention back to dinner.

Ponyboy galloped into the kitchen with Darrel quickly after him. The two of them soon had the meal laid out on the table. It didn't take long for the six hungry boys and one small girl to polish off the food. At first the conversation dragged, but as the meal went on the boys grew bolder throwing out a few questions to test the waters with Dally.

"So what's your name, Dallas' sister?" Two Bit asked with a sideways glance at Dally.

"Cassandra Michelle Winston the third," Cassie answered seriously, "But I just go by Cassie."

Steve hooted, "The third?"

"It's a dumb name. Believe me, I know. Supposedly it's some family tradition though." Cassie replied.

"I think it's nice." Ponyboy spoke up quietly. It was the first thing he'd said all night.

Cassie gave him a hundred watt smile then continued, "What are all of your names? I bet I could guess, but I'd rather hear them."

The boys went round the table introducing themselves. Cassie nodded thoughtfully committing each name to memory.

"How come we've never met you before?" Steve questioned.

Cassie sighed, "That's a long story. Let's simply say that Dallas and I got separated a long time ago."

She got a raised eyebrow from Dallas who had been quiet throughout the questioning.

"Where are you from then?" Sodapop asked.

"I live in a suburb of Detroit, Michigan."

This brought a low whistle from Darry, "You're a long way from home then."

Cassie shrugged, "I travel a lot. It doesn't really bother me. Besides I don't have any strong ties to where I live."

The boys continued to question Cassie as much as they dared, discovering that she was older than Dallas and many other small details. Eventually, their curiosity was sated for the moment and they turned their attention to a card game on the living room floor. Cassie and Darrel sat out allowing the boys to relax a bit. They sat together in the back of the kitchen watching the game progress and the noise level escalate as the gang began to find their old camaraderie.

"So Darrel, are you ready to tell me what you and Dallas were hedging about?" Cassie asked bluntly.

Darrel gave her a grim smile, "Only if you promise to call me Darry and not Darrel. I'm only a year older than you, but I don't need anymore reminders of my age."

"I think I can agree to that….Darry." Cassie drew out his name giving him the same impish look she'd given Dallas.

"Well it's not a pretty story, but I'll try to spare you the worst bits."

Cassie's eyes flashed, her gaze hardening, "No don't. Don't leave anything out. I need to know what Dallas went through. What you all went through."

Darrel stared hard at her for a moment, his cold blue eyes trying to fathom the thoughts of the girl staring back at him. With a sigh he dived into the events of the last year and a half. He told her of the loss of his parents, his struggle to keep him and his brothers together, the murder, the loss of Johnny, and Dally's holdup that led to him getting shot. When he finished, he was surprised to find that he felt lighter somehow. It had been freeing to articulate his thoughts to someone who seemed genuinely interested.

Cassie had looked increasingly fierce as she had listened. Darrel had seen the same look in Dally's eyes when he was in a dangerous mood. Though she was not a greaser, Darrel wouldn't have been surprised if she had gone storming out of the house looking for someone to jump just like Dallas did. Instead she clenched her jaw and fists tightly, surveying the others still avidly playing cards.

"I wish he would have told me," she rasped out harshly, "I could have helped him. I could have helped you." She turned to Darrel, "I owe you a debt for what you've done. I think it's time for me to tell you my story."

Darrel replied in a quiet voice, "You don't owe us anything. I would like to hear your side however."

A veiled look crossed Cassie's face before she began, "When we were little our parents separated. Father moved to Detroit and our mother stayed here. She's an addict and cared nothing for her kids. But you already know that. I got tired of living with a crazy woman who wasn't the least bit interested in me or my brother. I had the hairbrained idea that Dallas and I should run away to live with Father.

Both of us had always loved the idea of seeing New York so we decided to visit before heading for Father. We plotted and pooled our money for bus fare. Dallas was ten and I was twelve nearly thirteen. Our scheming paid off and we made it to New York. Our plan was to see the sights for the day and get back on our coach to head on our way to Detroit that night. We had a lovely day wandering Central Park. We caught a glimpse of the statue of Liberty. We were pleased as punch and carefree. We were fools Darry.

Our bus was departing at eight that night and night had already fallen as we made our way to the station hand in hand. Out of nowhere, we were both grabbed, our grip ripped apart each by a strong man. We struggled madly. Luck was on my side because I managed to wriggle free. Our fuss had drawn attention to the men trying to abduct us. They cut their losses and took off with Dallas still in their clutches.

I was left sobbing in the street too afraid to chase after them or call the police as I knew the police would send me back to my mother. Not knowing what else to do I boarded the bus to Detroit without my little brother. It was the worst moment I have ever experienced. I felt overwhelming shame and guilt for my brother. I made it to my father's house and told him the whole story.

He was shocked to see my on his doorstep. My Father has never been much of a father to me, but I have to give him credit. He searched diligently for Dallas, hiring detectives to recover his lost son. It was all for nothing. My little brother was lost, and it was all my fault.

I was devastated, but life went on. Mother could have cared less what had happened to us, so she gave up custody of me to my father. I felt like an empty husk after losing my brother. Then one day, nearly two years ago, I was going through the mail and found a letter from Oklahoma to my father. I recognized the address. It was from my mother's house. I opened it and was shocked by the contents of the letter.

It contained the monthly alimony check my mother received. The letter itself told my father in less than polite terms that he could shove it and quite sending payments as my mother was now taken care of by someone else. It was from Dallas. I can't explain the emotions I felt. I was completely overwhelmed. When I was finally able to wrap my mind around the letter, I promptly responded to it. I poured out my heart to Dallas begging him for forgiveness and telling him of our futile search. I pleaded with him to return to me.

The wait for his response was painful and I felt time dragging by me. When I found his letter in the mail I was filled with joy and trepidation. It held good news and bad. Dallas was willing to reconcile, though he had no interest in coming back. He told me that he wasn't the same anymore and that he didn't want me to see him as the greaser he had become.

We continued to write to one another. He told me practically everything about his life, good and bad. I feel like I know the whole gang here already because he talked about everyone so often. In turn, I gave him the details of my own doings. Our father is a workaholic. Living with him can be difficult. It's like you don't exist unless you bring an income. He's a brilliant business man and I've accompanied him to dozens of parties. Problem is no one feels anything. It's all about looks and money. I can't describe the loneliness I endured. Dallas has not had an easy life, but at least he had friends looking out for him. I had my father's wallet.

In the last letter I sensed that Dallas was becoming tired of all the hard breaks in life. I was worried about him. Then the letters stopped, and I was going crazy over his complete disappearance. That's what led me here….." she trailed off looking keenly at Darry.

Darrel stared back, unflinchingly under her gaze, "I'm glad you told me your story. You're clearly not a greaser, but I think you are also in a different class than the Socs that live here. I understand you better now, though I'm surprised to learn that Dally has a soft spot for you. He's tough as nails and twice as rough."

A sheepish grin spread across Cassie's face, "Dallas and I were best friends when we were little. I guess it's hard to forget something like that. He's jaded now, but I think that deep down there's still a piece of that little boy in him."

"Well your one of the few people to bring it out of him. Johnny did too. That's why he took Johnny's death so hard."

"Johnny and the rest of you are his family," Cassie said, "His real family has been pretty worthless."

Darrel spoke sharply, "Don't say that. What happened wasn't your fault and it's not your fault you got lousy parents. You obviously have been trying to make it right. That counts for somethin'."

"I appreciate that Darry, I really do. Seems like I'll never forgive myself though." Cassie shook her head sadly.

Her tone was so pained that Darrel reached out and covered her hand with his own. He gave it a quick squeeze before letting go.

"Why don't you stay here tonight. That way you can be closer to Dallas. Besides it's getting late and you shouldn't be walking the streets after dark."

Cassie looked surprised, "I don't want to impose any more than I already have. I can sleep in the park or put up in a motel somewhere."

Now Darry could feel annoyance building inside of him, "What part of it's not safe for you out there are you not understanding? Look, I'll sleep on the couch and you can have my room. I'm not going to allow you to be out on your own. You're not a greaser."

"Fine then." She answered tartly, "But I'm sleeping in the living room and not you. You're the working man around here and I'm not going to interrupt your sleep."

Darrel's eyes hardened to blue ice, "I am the man around here, and I say where you sleep. You're my guest."

"No. I can't do that." Cassie jutted her chin indignantly.

The two glared stiffly at each other for a long minute. Darrel was not used to backing down. He was in charge and his word was law, but this tiny young woman was bent on defying him.

With a growl he broke gaze first, "Don't go complaining about how hard the couch is then." He said. Then he stalked out of the kitchen, through the living room and card game, and out the front door.

"What's eatin' him?" Two Bit asked to no one in particular as he looked up from the card game.

Soda waved him off, "Darry just gets too uptight sometimes. He'll be back."

A wave of regret washed over Cassie as she watched Darrel storm out the door. Why did she have to be so stubborn? She wondered silently to herself. Dallas caught her sad stare and rolled his eyes at her with the slightest shake of his head. She responded with a heavy sigh causing him to raise an eyebrow in her direction. He turned his attention back to the game, but she could feel him casting sidelong glances her direction.

When the card game ended. Soda kicked everyone out of the house for the night. He, Darry, and Steve all had to work in the morning. Ponyboy brought out blankets and a pillow for Cassie to use. Dallas was to stay in Soda's room since Soda had taken to sleeping with Ponyboy after Pony's nightmares had started. He stacked the blankets at the foot of the couch with a pillow perched on top.

"You sure made Darry mad." He said in his quiet way.

Cassie groaned, "It was a dumb thing to do. You boys are being so kind to me and here I'm acting like a dumb lump."

Ponyboy cocked his head at her, "You had a good point though. Darry should get to sleep in his own bed. He works too much. But don't tell him I said that," he grinned conspiratorially at her.

"I won't." She smiled back.

Pony left Cassie in the still of the small living room. She carefully laid out the blankets over the couch and set the pillow at one end. Just before she decided to crawl under the covers she sensed someone behind her.

"Dallas."

"Cassie."

She turned around and faced her brother. Dallas slouched against the living room wall with a half grin on his face.

"Nobody stands up to Darry, except his brothers." Dallas said with a touch of envy. "Nice going."

Cassie sighed heavily, "I wish I hadn't. It was rude and I'm sorry I did it."

Dallas laughed quietly, "Well I'm not! Darrel likes to get a little overly pushy with his muscles sometimes."

"Ha! You probably deserve it." Cassie said, laughing in turn giving him a sisterly glare.

The smile broadened on Dallas' face, "Oh I certainly do."

Then he did something unexpected. He crossed the distance between them and pulled Cassie in close. She buried her head in his lean muscled chest wrapping her arms around him tightly. Dallas rested his cheek on her hair closing his eyes in contentment. They stood wordlessly feeling the beating of the others heart.

"I missed you." Dallas whispered huskily.

Cassie shuddered, "I missed you too."

They sank down onto the couch together, Cassie leaning her head on Dallas' chest, his arm wrapped around her.

"I'm so sorry Dallas. About everything." Cassie whispered with a catch in her throat.

Dallas stiffened at her words and remained silent for several minutes before he answered in a low voice, "Me too, Cassie. Me too."

Cassie's head sank into Dallas' lap and he gently stroked her hair. It pained him to think that the last time he'd let himself open up had been with Johnny and Ponyboy. Johnny his best friend whose selfless actions had saved several school children, but in the end lost his life for the deed. He looked down at his sister curled up against him. He'd wanted to die when Johnny left them, but now, seeing his sister, Dallas was glad he had survived his rash conduct. He didn't want to leave her with the same empty feeling that Dallas carried in his gut. No, he would try to be the brother that she wanted.

Darrel came silently up to the house. He noticed that there was a light still on in the living room. He opened the front door carefully and stepped into the house. He was shocked for the second time that day at the sight that greeted him. Dallas sat with head tilted back on the couch snoring softly, sound asleep. Cassie slumbered with her head in his lap and his arm draped protectively over her.

Recovering himself, Darry tiptoed through the house to his own room mind swirling. For the first time he thought that there might be some hope for Dallas. It had been a shot in the dark letting him live with them, but Darrel was resolute to do his best to help their friend. He'd seen too many other young men with the same hard look as Dally live short violent lives. Those boys deserved better than the hard breaks they were dealt and so did Dallas.

A surge of irritation rose in him as he reached his room thinking of Cassie's mulishness, but as he sank down onto the inviting softness of his bed he felt grudging relief to sleep on a real bed instead of the couch. The hours of roofing took a toll on his body. Even though he would never admit it, he was often exhausted. Real rest was hard to come by and when it was offered he needed to take advantage of it.

Darry rose early the next morning. Curiously, he peeked into the living room. Cassie rested on the couch wrapped tightly in her blankets still asleep. Dallas was gone. Darrel wondered if he was already up or had just gone to his own room. He'd know soon enough. Breakfast would bring everyone together.

It didn't take him long to have a towering stack of flapjacks set out on the table. His brothers soon wandered into the kitchen followed by Cassie. Dally was the last to appear, looking bleary eyed and bad tempered. It didn't take long for the hot food to wake up the group, setting them all to noisy chatter.

"Now don't go smokin' more than one pack today, Ponyboy." Darry lectured. "Just because school is out doesn't mean that you should puttin' more of that filth in your lungs."

Ponyboy sighed, "I won't Darry. Mind if I go to the library though?"

"Take Two Bit with you."

"But Two Bit is so loud! He ain't got the sense of a billy goat. He'll get me thrown out of the library for sure." Pony protested stubbornly.

Cassie spoke up quietly, "I'd go with you Ponyboy. I like libraries."

Both Dallas and Darry looked up sharply at this statement.

Darrel chewed thoughtfully, staring at Cassie, "I suppose if you two go together that ought to be fine. Just keep an eye out."

"I'll go with em'." Dallas announced, also staring hard at Cassie.

Surprise crossed Ponyboy's face at this statement and he shrugged in acknowledgement. Dally never went near a library if he could help it. There was nothing there for him to steal. Darrel too was surprised, but he shrugged inwardly. Let Dallas be he decided. The only person who seemed uncomfortable was Cassie. She was giving Dallas a look of annoyance.

"We will be fine Dallas. I'm sure you have other things you would like to do," she said in a tight voice.

Dallas gave her his best sly grin, "Naw, you two will be way more interesting."

Cassie eyed him and huffed a sharp breath as if to speak, but then stopped herself. Instead she turned to Ponyboy, "What time do you want to go?"

"Well I suppose I'd like to get there when it opens. There's fewer people that way." Pony spoke slowly deliberating, "I guess that puts us at the library around ten since that's when it opens."

"Alright. Then that gives you three time to clean up from breakfast and maybe even pick up a bit around the house. Dallas, part of the deal of living here means helping out, got it?" Darrel said in a hard tone.

Dallas rolled his eyes looking sour but answered, "Ya, whatever. I'll clean up."

Ignoring Dally's attitude, Darrel replied, "Good. Child welfare will probably be dropping by sometime this week so this house has got to look decent. And Cassie, you should make yourself scarce when they come. They know about Dallas, but having a girl staying with us might not go over well. They would frown upon a nice girl like you living with a bunch of greasers."

Cassie gave an imperious snort, "I'm not sure that I qualify as a nice girl, but I will find someplace else to be. I don't want to mess things up for you."

"That's settled then. Soda, think you can be out the door in five minutes?" Darry asked standing up and grabbing his plate.

"Sure thing!" Soda answered brightly.

The group scattered from the table in different directions. Cassie headed into the living room where she carefully folded up the sheets and blankets she had used. She stacked them neatly in a corner, then she went back to the kitchen. Dishes lay scattered in the sink in leaning towers. Cassie turned on the hot water and searched for the soap. After a moment of prying open cabinets she found it under the sink. With soap and a rag she began to wash the dishes.

Ponyboy soon appeared with a towel. He gently dried off each item, putting them away with care. Dallas was nowhere to be found. Cassie narrowed her eyes, wondering where her wayward brother had gone too. Darrel and Soda came through the kitchen heading for the front door.

"Looks good you two," Darry said in passing, "There's a beef roast in the ice box that we could have tonight if someone would put it in about four this afternoon."

Cassie nodded, "I can do that Darry. I'll make sure it gets in."

Darry hesitated for a second and gave Cassie one of his rare smiles, blue eyes alive and dancing, no longer cold. "Thanks, just remember to set a timer!"

"No problem. I doubt we will be at the library all day."

Darrel let out a laugh, "Don't underestimate Pony. That boy loves his books and movies more than real life sometimes. He's got a wild imagination."

Ponyboy protested, "I can't help it! Books are more interesting than boring everyday jobs."

"Well I'll keep that in mind. I'm pretty sure everyone wants supper!" Cassie smiled back, looking between the two brothers.

Darry surprised himself by giving Cassie a jaunty wink in response before he continued for the door. What's gotten into me? He thought as he slid behind the wheel of the old truck. I really don't even know her….

Meanwhile in the kitchen Cassie was still grinning after Darry's departure when Dallas sauntered in.

"What are you starin' at?" He asked peevishly.

Cassie gave a sigh, "Nothing Dallas. Since you skipped out on dishes why don't you run the vacuum in the living room?"

"I think my hands are too sore from playin' cards last night." Dallas countered eyeing her for a reaction.

Cassie walked from the sink up to Dallas. She planted her hands on her hips giving him a hard eyed glare. "If you don't help with the house Darrel will throw you out. I won't blame him one bit. Step it up little brother."

With a huge sigh and eye roll Dallas slouched back to the hall closet and pulled out the vacuum.

Ponyboy had a smile from ear to ear as he watched Dallas leave. "You're sure bossy." He said to Cassie.

Cassie colored slightly at his comment, "Well it's true! You boys can't have him loafing around doing nothing." she protested.

Pony gave a quiet laugh before replying, "I don't mind. Bout' time someone other than Darry started giving orders." he suddenly stopped and looked her over, "Would you like some new clothes? I think mine would fit you. And I feel terrible, but I don't think we offered you a shower either!"

"Golly! A shower would be awful nice. I guess if you don't mind letting me borrow something it would give me a chance to wash these if that's alright?" Cassie spoke excitedly, "I can shower quickly so we won't be late to the library."

"Take all the time you need Cassie. I know how it feels to want to be clean again." Pony's voice softened and his eyes burned with pain.

Cassie's heart gave a lurch inside of her. Boldly, she threw her arms around Ponyboy hugging him before he could protest. Pony's surprise was evident in the tentative way he returned the gesture. Yet in only a few moments he tightened his grip, allowing himself to be comforted by this stranger.

They quickly broke apart, but oddly Ponyboy felt that their hug had been just what they had needed. Though she had only been with them for a night already Dally's sister seemed to be part of the family. Her heart and feistiness reminded him of his mother. Turning he went down the hallway to his bedroom. Cassie ghosted after him standing in the doorway as he rummaged through his drawers.

He pulled out a navy blue t-shirt and some of his old jeans and handed them to her. "I figure these will be a little big, but I can give you a belt." he said with furrowed brow grabbing a tawny leather belt off the dresser, "There are extra towels in the closet next to the sink."

Cassie nodded happily, clutched them to her chest and rushed back to the bathroom. Combing through the towels she picked one whose clothe felt soft under her fingertips. She turned the shower on, stepping under the hot stream. The heat caused her skin to prickle as she eagerly scrubbed herself down. The room was filled with steam as she dried off.

Cassie hopped frantically as she pulled on the jeans Ponyboy had lent her. She shimmied into the navy shirt and stared at herself in the mirror. She liked what she saw. The girl that looked back at her was relaxed for the first time that she could remember. No one was there to criticize her wardrobe for not fitting properly or for not having the right brand name. She cinched the belt around her waist and smiled.

Cassie bounded into the hallway from the bathroom, nearly running into Dallas carrying the vacuum.

"Watch it!" Dallas exclaimed in exasperation. Then he hesitated, "You don't look half bad in greaser clothes."

"Thanks….I think." Cassie said shaking her head at him as he pushed past her.

Pony was waiting for them in the front room, "Feel better? I think you look better in that shirt than I do."

"Yes! Thank you." Cassie replied.

Dallas groaned and said, "Are we gonna' get this show on the road or what?"

In answer Ponyboy opened up the front door for Cassie. She stepped out onto the porch followed by Dallas. Pony hurried past them to lead the way. They walked down the street in companionable silence. As they got farther into town Cassie noted that the posture of both boys changed. They slouched as they went along. Hunching their shoulders they gazed at the world with jaded glares, hands shoved deep into their pockets.

Men in sharply pressed checkered shirts and tan slacks gave them disapproving stares while teenage girls in sweaters matched with plaid skirts whispered behind their hands and skirted wide around them. The girls earned low wolf whistles from Dallas causing the girls to scurry quickly from their presence while Cassie glowed scarlet in mortification. Ponyboy just shrugged deeper into his shoulders familiar with Dally's crude tricks.

For the first time Cassie realized that her brother truly had become a greaser. Sadness washed over her for Dallas. Yet she also knew that there was a part of him that had chosen this life. A determination settled over her. She would do anything within her power to give her brother a chance to change.

When they reached the library, Cassie was in a bemused state. Her mind wrestled with the events of the last two days. She was so focused that she absentmindedly ran into Dallas. He turned sharply, bringing up a hand as if to swat her away. A flash of fear ran unbidden through Cassie. It must have shown in her eyes because Dallas stopped himself. Shame flooded his gaze and instead he drew back from her pushing past Ponyboy and flinging apart the doors to the library.

Ponyboy turned questioningly to Cassie who shrugged with a wry look. "He's kinda moody."

"More than you know." Pony replied as he pushed open the doors.

They stepped across the threshold into the cool of the library. The peacefulness of books enveloped them. The librarian sitting at a desk of to their left smiled brightly at them.

"Ponyboy! I'm so glad to see you. You haven't been by in a while. How are you doing? Whose your friend?"

Pony lit up a bright smile in return, "I've been busy Miss Winters. I've been working on a summer theme for school. I'm doing alright and so are my brothers. This is Cassie. She's visiting from out of town."

"Well what a pleasure to meet you, Cassie. Ponyboy is a frequent visitor here." Miss Winters looked genuinely happy to meet Cassie.

Cassie replied pleasantly, "I'm glad to be here. I do love libraries."

Miss Winters studied her closely as she spoke, "You look familiar. Are you sure we haven't met before?"

For a moment Cassie squirmed trying to decide upon an answer. Glancing at Ponyboy she decided to trust Miss Winters.

"To be honest Miss Winters, I'm Dallas Winston's sister. It might come as a surprise to you. We've been separated for a long time."

A look of surprise and understanding crossed Miss Winter's face, "I never realized Dallas had a sister. I see the resemblance. Your identity may come as a shock to some people."

"Well actually if you don't mind, I'd rather you keep that information to yourself. I don't really want the whole town to know about our relationship just yet. I'm not sure how long I will be here." Cassie confessed.

Miss Winters nodded sagely, "I think that's probably a wise decision. I saw him come storming in here a moment ago. I won't presume to infer anything on your relationship, but I know Dallas can be a handful. You seem like a nice girl. That young man needs some love and stability in his life. Just try not to let him bully you."

Cassie was stunned by her unanticipated words, "Thank you…I appreciate your kindness."

"Well I'd best let you go about your business. Enjoy the library!" Miss Winters said cheerily.

Ponyboy gave her a small wave and disappeared into the long aisles between the shelves. Cassie trailed after him running her fingers over the spines of the books. Her eyes roved the shelves drinking in the colors and titles. She worried over Dallas as she wandered alongside Pony.

How was she going to get Dallas to change? If he continued living his life the way he had been, there wouldn't be much of a future for him. A criminal record wasn't exactly a solid start to getting a decent job. Cassie knew that in the end Dallas would have to make the decision himself whether or not to keep his wild ways.

Cassie was so deep in thought, she failed to hear the footsteps coming up behind her. When a heavy hand clamped onto her shoulder, Cassie leapt in surprise writhing around to face her assailant. Dallas stood before her laughing silently all signs of his earlier disgrace gone. Angrily Cassie punched him in the arm, hard enough to make Dallas flinch. But instead of getting upset with her his silent shaking turned into soft snorts of glee.

"You sure pack a wallop," Dallas said agreeably, "Maybe we should make a boxer out of you."

Cassie's anger vanished at his good humor, "I'd turn you into a punching bag Dallas."

"I can always use practice," came Dallas' hungry reply.

"I take it you're a handy fighter then?"

Dallas smirked at her, "I whipped Tim Shepard the week before I got thrown in the pokey. And ya gotta' be tough in jail. Nobody was crackin' down on me. They learned to leave me alone."

Cassie sent him a sour look, "Well I suppose that's better than getting roasted by everyone."

"Relax, I didn't do any real damage! Sheesh you're such a worrier." Dallas griped.

With a toss of her head Cassie replied, "Well of course I worry. With your antics I've good reason too."

She stalked off from him down the aisle leaving Dallas baffled for one of the few times in his life. The sense of someone caring and worrying was alien to him. He was both drawn and repulsed by it. Dallas' heart craved his sister's approval, yet his rebellious nature told him love was a useless commodity. Growling to himself, he followed after Cassie feeling confused. Dallas Winston didn't care about anyone except himself….or did he?

Meanwhile Ponyboy had started a fair stack of books to take home. Cassie found him adding a fifth book to the pile. She carefully examined his choices, curious to his preferences. A Western, a biography, two historical fictions, and the newest addition was a fantasy. She was delighted.

"I didn't realize you would be so eclectic, Ponyboy! I think your variety is wonderful." Cassie said eagerly.

"What's eclectic mean?" Dallas asked from behind her, grouchy from his mixed emotions, causing him to stumble over the word.

Pony looked at him with a smile, "It means diverse or variety. All Cassie was sayin' was that I like a lot of different books Dally."

"Whatever…it sounds funny. Just like you Pony." Dallas cracked up at his joke while Cassie sighed inwardly at his tactless humor.

Ponyboy just shook his head keeping his smile, "Sure Dal, I'm just a barrel of laughs." Still shaking his head, he wandered back down the aisle looking for another book.

The two siblings now stood alone in the silence of the library.

Dallas broke the stillness between them, "This place is a bust. There's nothin' to steal and everything is so quiet." he complained to Cassie, gauging her reaction.

"Well the point of a library is to borrow things and then give them back. Besides I don't think you really want to go back to jail right away, do you?" Cassie asked pushing down her frustration.

Dallas was silent for a heartbeat before answering in a softer tone, "Yeah, juvie stinks. But it's so boring living without taking risks. I dunno' what else to do with my life. Plus it doesn't look too good for a tough hood to be seen visiting the library all the time. Kinda' messes with your reputation." this last sentence he added with an arched eyebrow giving him a saucy air.

"Oooh, we wouldn't want people to start thinking you're going soft Dallas. That would be such a tragedy." was Cassie's sarcastic answer.

"That's right! Only I don't think I'm really that much different from our daddy. You do realize image means everything to him too, don't you? Just our social circumstances," here Dallas emphasized his words, "make one better than the other in the eyes of the public." he ended bitterly.

This statement stopped Cassie short. The truth in Dallas' words stung her. This left a pause before she answered him.

"You're right Dallas. Father is no better than you are. But that doesn't mean that you can't find a middle ground to be happy. Somewhere that you can still live life, yet without having to worry about what others think of you. I want us to have a normal life Dallas. As plain people. Not Socs or greasers or Father's high dollar friends. Just regular people." Cassie's last words trailed off as she stared at the floor, not daring to look at Dallas.

Dallas took a step toward her and replied, "I think that sounds mighty fine, Cassie. Problem is I don't think it could possibly be real."

He patted Cassie gently on the shoulder and then breezed past her into the depths of the library. Cassie was left once again in deep thought. Part of her was elated and part of her was confounded. The good news was that Dallas wanted a better life. The bad news was how to convince him it was possible.

Not another word was spoke between the siblings until lunch. They stayed at the library till noon. Then they grabbed a couple of burgers at the drive in diner. They ate their food in the open lot where the boys liked to play football. Dallas and Pony hunted down the ball. They tossed it around for a bit, including Cassie in their game.

Dallas took pleasure ridiculing his sister for her poor throws, but then surprised Ponyboy by taking time to teach Cassie the correct way to hold the football. He was impatient with Cassie, yet he persisted in his lesson till she could throw a satisfactory spiral. After a half hour of horsing around they were joined by Two-Bit and Curly Shepard, Tim Shepard's younger brother. Pony worried that Curly would question the stranger in their midst, but his fears were unwarranted.

Curly barely gave Cassie a second glance as they got more serious about their game. Cassie quickly bowed out, opting to sit under the large oak that shaded the lot to watch the boys' antics. It turned into a solid game of two on two. Ponyboy and Two-Bit teamed up against Dally and Curly. Cassie could see that it was an uneven matchup. Pony was simply faster and more athletic than the others. His only downfall was his size. If Dallas or Curly got a good hold on him he was just too light to escape.

Their scuffles gave Cassie a chance to laugh at their antics and to really see them in a relaxed setting. She watched Dallas go from morose to nearly playful in his rough bantering. How different these young men were from the cold businessmen and women that were her father's associates. The afternoon seemed to race by in a tangle of legs and trash talk.

As the day grew later Cassie looked down at her watch in a panic having completely forgot about her earlier promise. It was ten minutes to four. In a rush she ran down the road back to the Curtis house. Pounding up the steps she tore through the house. Hastily she turned on the oven and searched the ice box for the roast.

She was relieved to see that it was already in a deep pan. All she needed to do was put the beef in the oven. Carefully she opened the oven door and then placed the roast inside. With her initial stress addressed, Cassie began searching the cupboards for side dishes to go with the beef. Her rifling procured two cans of green beans and a box of cornbread mix. These she set on the counter to be prepared closer to the meal.

Satisfied, Cassie left the house and began to walk down the road back to the open lot. Lost in retracing her steps back to the lot she paid little attention to the traffic on the road. So when Darrel and Sodapop pulled up alongside her she gave a start of surprise.

"Where you headed all alone?" Darry asked in a stern tone.

"Back to the lot. I just put the roast in the oven. I nearly forgot to put it in! But I remembered last minute so it got in right on time." Cassie smiled over Darrel's dourness.

He shook his head in exasperation, "Well don't you know it's not a good idea for a girl like you to walk alone in this part of town? You're a total stranger. You'd be fresh meat for any greaser worth their salt. Where's that brother of yours? He's a fool to let you go."

"Darrel, it was only a few blocks. No one bothered me. If it makes you feel better though, I'll take someone with me in the future. As for Dallas, he and Ponyboy are playing football with Two-Bit and Curly." Cassie looked a bit deflated as she spoke. She'd wanted to improve her relationship with Darrel not make him testy again.

"No wonder those boys didn't have the sense to go with you. And quit calling me Darrel. It's Darry. Alright?" Darrel said in a gentler voice.

Cassie perked up again, "I'll try my best. I'm just not used to it yet."

"How about you hop in the truck with us and we'll all go to the lot together."

"Sounds good to me." Opening up the passenger door Cassie scooted in next to Sodapop.

Space was tight inside the truck with three people. Knees and elbows rubbed against each other leaving Cassie feeling out of her element. She had never ridden in a vehicle with only guys in it. Darry and Soda seemed comfortable, but Cassie again was forced to acknowledge how very small her view of the world had been. When they had driven the few remaining blocks and reached the lot Cassie had begun to enjoy herself.

After overcoming her awkwardness she was disappointed when the boys piled out of the truck and onto the open lot. This level of camaraderie she realized, was why Dallas trusted these young men so much. She watched in amusement as Darry marched over to the football players, righteous indignation written across his face.

"Dallas you fool headed idiot! What do you mean by letting your sister race through the neighborhood alone?" Darrel exploded grabbing Dallas by the shoulder and pulling him away from the game.

Dallas shook him off and looked thoroughly put out at Darry's rough interjection, "She's fine Darry. Lay off me. Nothing happened. She needs to toughen up anyway."

"She shouldn't have too Dallas. Show some respect or you're not welcome in my house." Darrel growled in disgust. He turned sharply on his heel and stomped back off to the truck. Without waiting for Soda or Cassie he turned the truck around and gunned the engine, heading back to the house.

The lot was still for a moment after his departure, everyone holding their breath.

Curly broke the silence, "Didn't know you had a sister Dal'."

"So what if I do?" Dallas replied in a fierce temper, "What's it to you?"

"Nothin,''' Curly shrugged, "Just curious."

"Well I do." Dallas said curtly. 'Ya know what? I don't have to put up with this." Pulling out a cigarette he proceeded to cuss Darry out as he stalked away from the lot.

Cassie watched him go, shaking her head. "Well that was fun." She commented dryly to no one in particular.

Two-Bit caught her words and laughed, "You got that right sister. Aint nothin' boring around here."

Soda gave an enormous sigh and said, "We should probably go home. That will improve Darry's mood at least."

"He's sure a hot one." Cassie answered.

"Him and Dally are like fire and gasoline. Put em' together and your gonna have a show." Ponyboy said turning to follow after Sodapop who had begun walking down the street.

Cassie looked between the Curtis brothers and the two remaining boys, "I guess that's my cue to go. Maybe see you guys tomorrow?"

"Nice meetin' you Dally's sister!" Curly piped up loudly. Giving a dramatic wave he tossed the football to Two-Bit and took off at a run the opposite direction down the road.

"I'll be around Cassie. Don't let the crazies get to you okay?" Two-Bit smiled at her, "You better get going before Darrel comes and busts MY head in for keeping you out here."

Cassie smiled back and then jogged after the Curtis boys. Once she caught up to them the three trotted back to the house. As they stepped inside the aroma of the roast set their stomachs growling loudly. The sound of water running announced that Darrel was in the shower.

Soda headed for the kitchen. After pulling on a pair of oven mitts he carefully fished the roast out of the oven. On the stove top the green beans boiled thanks to Darrel's earlier arrival.

"Ponyboy!" Soda hollered, "Can you put the cornbread in the oven? Looks like Darry got it all ready."

Pony hurried to assist with the cornbread. Soon the cornbread and the green beans were ready. The roast had cooled enough to eat so when Darrel came out of the bathroom in a cloud of steam all he had to do was sit down at the table. His previous grouchiness seemed to have disappeared with his workday sweat. Instead he was lighthearted and bantered with his brothers as they proceeded with their meal.

Not once did any of them mention the absence of Dallas. Cassie decided that it must be a regular enough occurrence that if it didn't worry them, it shouldn't worry her.

After the supper dishes were washed, they crashed in the living room around the TV. The boys all loved cartoons and the adventures of Mickey Mouse soon had them rolling on the floor. Even Darrel joined in their laughter.

A twinge of bewilderment and envy coursed through Cassie as she watched the brothers. This was real family. They might squabble about things and have different opinions about life, but no matter what they loved each other. Their closeness made her miss Dallas so keenly it brought tears to her eyes. What had happened to the days when she and Dallas had had that kind of relationship?

She couldn't sit there and watch them any longer. Cassie stumbled to her feet and raced to the bathroom. The tears fought to escape, yet her stubbornness kept them in check. She had long ago learned there was no use crying over things she could do nothing about. Instead Cassie sat on the sink counter and took slow deep breathes to calm herself.

A knocking startled her, "Everything all right Cassie?" Soda's voice carried gently through the door.

Cassie took a last deep breath and hopped down from the counter replying, "I'm fine Soda. Thanks for checking."

With that she opened the bathroom door coming face to face with Sodapop. He grinned at her with a bright encouraging smile though his eyes said he knew why she'd taken off. She smiled back at him and followed Soda to the living room where Mickey Mouse was still playing.

Making a quick decision, Cassie decided to let herself relax. She laughed along with the boys at the cartoon allowing pure enjoyment be her only thought. As the program came to a close Cassie found that she was exhausted. She was utterly spent from all the stress she'd been carrying. It must have showed because Darry quickly hustled everyone to their rooms.

Before retiring to his room Darrel stood awkwardly, hands shoved deep into his pockets, in the dining room looking at Cassie making up her bed on the couch.

"Cassie," he fumbled out her name, "I wanna' apologize for how I've been acting. It's none of my business to be bossin' you around. I guess I'm so used to takin' care of everyone else it just seemed natural to add you to the list." His blue eyes softly pleaded for her approval in a rare change from their normal iciness.

Cassie was taken aback for a moment. She looked hard at Darry, but saw truth in his gaze. "I owe you an apology too Darry. I can be a real pigheaded idiot sometimes. Can we both agree to forgive each other and try harder to not get on the other's nerves?"

"I think that would be just fine." Darrel smiled a real smile that gave Cassie's stomach unexpected butterflies.

Shoving aside the flutters, she asked Darry, "Will Dallas come back?"

Darrel groaned and rolled his eyes, "He'll be back. He's probably at Buck Merrill's place, gettin' all boozed up and getting his fill of blondes. He might come back tonight, or he might not."

Cassie's opinion flashed all to clearly across her face causing Darry to sigh and say, "Mebbe I shouldn't have told you that. But the other night you said you wanted the truth. So there it is in all its ugly glory. I know you love your brother, but he's a greaser and a hood. No way around it."

Cassie closed her eyes with a sigh of her own, "I know Darry. I know. But I don't have to like it." She sat down on the couch, mussing the sheets she had laid out. She buried her head in her hands and said quietly, "I just want him to realize there's a chance for something better. He seems so hopeless."

Darry walked across the room and sat down next to her. They sat in silence for a minute before he replied, "Hope is what every greaser starts out looking for. But little by little the world chips away at it. And if they let it, they become cold and hard like Dallas. I wasn't sure that taking in Dal was the right thing to do. I've got plenty of trouble with just my brothers. But when you showed up I saw a glimmer of a chance. Just a sliver, mind you, but if he's going to have a chance then your it."

"You really think so?" Cassie looked at Darrel with a tired expression.

"Well he went to the library today. That's not his style in case you haven't noticed." Darrel chuckled shaking his head. "That ought to count for something."

In spite of her fears, Cassie couldn't help the grin that snuck across her features. "He sure did. And he acted like it was gonna' be the end of him." She broke down into her own snickers thinking about her brother.

For a moment the two shared a laugh over Dallas. When their smiles died away they sat in silence together. Then Darrel stood up, suddenly feeling the weight of the world again.

"I better let you get some sleep. Now just remember what I said about Dally. And no matter what never give up." Darrel said in a serious voice looking hard at Cassie, "You're better than that."

He gazed at her a minute longer and then turned and went to his room.

Cassie turned out the light and curled up on the couch, her mind spinning with Darry's words. Never give up. She wasn't afraid of a challenge, but Dallas was worse than she had imagined. Well if Darrel thinks I can change him….she thought sleepily as she drifted off.

Dallas himself came stumbling home in the early hours of the morning. The kitchen clock read 4:37 am when he pulled open the door to the house. He was well soused but in a positive mood from his night out. He had good news for his sister.

Cassie heard the door open in the dark accompanied by the smell of whiskey scented breath from her brother. She sat up nervously on the couch.

"Dallas?" she hissed in trepidation.

"Cas?" he replied, slurring her name.

"You scared me half to death just now!" Cassie replied, her fear turned to anger.

Dallas chuckled roughly in the dark, "Aint' nobody gonna' hurt you livin' in this house Cassie. You can bet your last dollar on that."

Cassie huffed in reply causing Dallas to laugh again. "I got somethin' to tell ya'. Wanna' hear it?" he shuffled in the dark to the chair that sat across from the couch nearly falling into it.

"What do you have to tell me?" Cassie asked tiredly.

"I got my job back." Dallas said smugly.

Cassie perked up, "You have a job?" she questioned, suddenly alert.

"Yup. Buck's lettin' me ride again." The grin in his voice was clear.

"Ride? You never told me anything about that before, Dallas." Cassie said in confusion.

Dallas laughed, "I don't have to tell you everything sunshine. I used to ride down at the track on rodeo weekends for the Slash J. Me and Buck were partners. Makes good money. And I'm good at it." He added with a trace of pride in his voice.

Cassie's mind spun, 'You mean horse racing?"

"You slow or somethin'? That's what I said! It's not like the big time Thoroughbred races. These are just Quarter Horse sprints. Buck's got a pretty decent string. And I'm the best rider in the state." Dallas said matter of factly.

Cassie was bewildered. This was an unexpected side to her brother.

"So how did you get the job back?" she finally asked, "Don't tell me it involved some girl."

"Don't worry, sister our deal was clean." Dallas' voice oozed sarcasm, "Just needed some alcohol to help it along."

Cassie rolled her eyes in the darkness, "That's fabulous. But at least you have a job."

Dallas stood up from the chair and stumbled over to the couch. He collapsed onto it much to Cassie's dismay.

"You know I'm trying to sleep right?" she asked sourly.

Dallas let out another chuckle, "Maybe I want to sleep here too."

Cassie gave him a shove saying, "You smell like a barrel of whiskey."

"I drank the barrel, Cas." Dallas glibly replied sprawling out over the couch.

"Where am I supposed to sleep then?" she asked with rising ire.

Dallas yawned loudly and said, "Well you can take my room. Or you can stay here. Your choice."

"You're awful Dallas Winston." Cassie growled.

In response, he reached out and pulled her next to him on the couch his arm wrapped tightly around her. Cassie was affronted, but Dallas had an iron grip. With a sigh of resignation she finally relaxed next to her brother. The sweet song of sleep was calling both of them and it didn't take long for the siblings to slip off into dreamland.

Sodapop was the first to see them the next morning. His jaw dropped open at the sight of Cassie and Dallas sound asleep curled up next to each other.

"Darry!" he whispered in an urgent tone, "Come look at this!"

Darrel looked out from the open door to his room and hustled over to Soda, "What's up little buddy?" he asked in the same whisper. He turned to where Soda was pointing.

A half smile crept over his face. So, Dally had come home last night after all. Things were looking up. Soda noticed his smile and elbowed him hard in consternation. Darrel gave a nod of his head toward the kitchen where they could talk.

"How come you don't look surprised, Darry?" Soda asked leaning on the fridge and staring hard at his big brother. "There aint' anything unnatural going on between those two is there?"

Darry gave a derisive snort, "Nothin' like that is happening bud. Not any different than you and Pony sharin' a room. We're just finally seeing that ol' Dally has a heart. And I'm not surprised cause I saw them asleep together the night before too. Only that time I think it was an accident."

Soda shook his head, a look of wonder on his face, "I could see that Dally was protective of her, but I think he really does care about Cassie."

"There's a first time for everything." Darry replied pointedly.

"I should probably wake them up," Soda said slowly still feeling the shock of the news, "Steve could be here any minute and if Dally's hung over he might kill him if he says somethin' stupid. Not to mention Two-Bit. Might hurt his reputation if word got out he actually cared about someone."

Darrel's grin came back, "I'll be your backup if Dallas decides to play rough. I wouldn't mind thumpin' some sense into him."

Sodapop smiled at his brother's teasing and walked back to the living room. It seemed such a shame to wake up the siblings, but he knew it was better than anyone having to face Dally's wrath. He squatted down next to the couch and shook Cassie's arm lightly.

"Better get up before someone sees you cuddled up next to Dally. He might not take it too well." Soda encouraged. Seeing signs of acknowledgement, he stood up again.

Cassie's eyes fluttered open. She gave Soda a sleepy look, yawned and wriggled free of Dallas' heavy arm. She stood up next to Soda and looked down at her brother who moaned softly then began to stretch till he was hanging half off the couch. He kept his eyes shut tight and mumbled a few curses about being woke up too early. Cassie now felt properly awake. She gave her brother a nudge with her knee.

In response his eyes flew open and he grabbed her leg pulling her on top of him. This was too much for his precarious position and they both tumbled to the floor, knocking Sodapop back as well. Keeping a strong grip on Cassie, Dallas proceeded to tickle her mercilessly. She shrieked in surprise.

The noise caused Darry to come galloping from the kitchen. He came sliding to a halt as he took in the scene unfolding before him. Cassie had gotten free enough where she could land a stiff punch on Dally's shoulder making him let out a low growl. His tickling intensified and the two were thrashing up against the couch when the front door flung open.

Two-Bit and Steve came bounding in just in time to be tripped up by Dallas' long legs churning in an attempt to keep hold of his sister. Down they went on top of Soda who had been sitting and laughing at the struggling pair. Not to be left out, they attacked Soda with boundless delight. The tickling morphed into an all out wrestling match between the boys.

This was Cassie's saving grace. Steve grabbed Dallas by the leg and gave a yank on it that nearly pulled his pants down. Dallas let out an oath and scrambled after him letting Cassie go. She popped up off the floor and ran to the safety of the doorway next to Darry.

"Does this often happen?" she panted in alarm.

Darry gave her a heartbreaker smile, "Almost every day. As long as they don't break anything I don't mind. Usually I kick'em out, but a little roughhousing is good for ya."

Cassie watched the melee unfold in utter curiosity, "I don't think I've ever done anything like that before in my life… It looks kinda' fun." She added as an afterthought.

"Start on Ponyboy then. He'll teach you a thing or two and he won't squash you like a bug the way these other idiots would." Darrel chuckled, "Want to help me make breakfast?"

"Sure!" Cassie said brightly. It would be nice to bask in Darry's sunny side this morning instead of his usual coldness.

She followed him into the kitchen where he handed her a carton of eggs and a large bowl.

"We'll have scrambled eggs with some ham this morning to feed this bunch." Darry said jerking his head toward the racket coming from the living room.

Cassie nodded and started cracking eggs into the bowl. When she was finished, she quickly washed her hands and hunted in the ice box for the carton of milk. Fishing it out she added a couple of dollops to the eggs with salt and pepper.

"Got a whisk somewhere?" she questioned Darry.

Darrel looked up from the ham he was frying. Opening up a drawer he pulled out a wire whisk for Cassie. He handed it to her cocking an eyebrow in a roguish fashion, "Your weapon milady," he teased with a mocking bow.

Cassie burst out laughing, "You're all the same! Silver tongued gents with reputations for trouble. Admit it!"

"With pride." Darry replied turning on his million dollar smile, "We excel at it."

Unable to keep his gaze without blushing Cassie brought her attention back to the eggs, beating them ferociously.

"Well I'll have to make sure and stay away from such company." she sassed back to him with her face hidden.

Darry let out a snort in response hiding a smile. "You should reconsider where you sleep at night then."

This earned him a smack from Cassie, "Don't you get fresh with me Darrel Curtis." she warned with laughter in her voice.

In turn Darrel yelled out loudly, "Dallas you get your butt in here and get ahold of your sister. She's tryin' to come on to me."

His face gleamed with mischief with Dally's roar of response.

"WHAT?!"

Cassie doubled over with laughter as Dallas thundered into the kitchen with a fierce look on his face. He stared hard at the two of them and said, "What kinda' stupid nonsense you two up to?"

"Just payback for last night." Cassie gasped out still holding her sides.

"Ya'll are crazy," Dallas gave them a dirty look, shaking his head before heading to the bathroom. He needed a shower to recover from the previous night.

Darrel and Cassie made eye contact and this time they both busted out laughing. The rest of the gang was hot on the heels of Dally, wondering what would happen. They had watched the whole episode. It didn't take much for them to join in the merriment.

"Did you see the way ole Dally came runnin' in here?" Steve cackled, "You would have thought his tail was on fire!"

"Guess he's serious about you Cassie." Two-Bit quipped, "I'd hate to be the Soc that lays a hand on you. Dally will break it sure nuf'."

Soda grabbed Two-Bit in a head lock and said, "With a tuff brother like Dallas she's got nothin' to worry about." as Two-Bit pummeled Soda's side to free himself.

Ponyboy finally appeared from the hallway, bleary eyed with tousled hair.

"Ya'll sure make a racket," he said absentmindedly running his fingers through his hair.

"Well its's about time you got up anyway Pony." Darry sniped, his previous good mood slipping away, "Don't tell me you stayed up late reading again."

"Aw Darry it was a good book. I'm sorry, I'll try to keep better track of the time."

Darrel's hard look came over him, "You better. Or you won't make track or cross country this fall what with smokin' and staying up late. You gotta take care of yourself."

Ponyboy rolled his eyes, "Whatever," he retorted as he wandered into the living room.

Cassie saw Darrel stiffen at Pony's back talk, but he kept his anger to himself. The other three had begun wrestling each other again and barely noticed the exchange. Keeping quiet, Cassie poured the egg mixture into the pan Darry had gotten ready for it. She glanced over at Darry who had taken the ham off the skillet and was cutting it up with such vigor she was afraid he would break the cutting board he was using.

"For all the brains that kids got he ain't got a lick of common sense," Darry finally said breaking the silence. "He's got a chance to go to college and have the world, but he can't see past his daily life."

Cassie answered softly as she stirred the scrambled eggs, "He'll turn out all right Darry. He'll figure it out. Besides, if it's getting into a school that's the problem, I can help. I've got all kinds of connections."

"We don't need your charity." Darrel answered coldly. Without giving her a second glance, he hollered, "Breakfast is ready." then he strode out of the kitchen to his room.

Cassie was left bewildered. Darry was a puzzle. He spent most of his time cold and hard, but when he wasn't he was sunshine and smiles. There were times that she thought he might actually like her, yet just when it seemed as if they might have something between them he became the tough man of the house again.

The boys swarmed the kitchen, dishing up the ham and eggs. Dallas handed her a plate, then proceeded to pile it high with more food than she could eat. Roughly he steered her to the table and pulled her down next to him. A moment later Darry came out of the kitchen with a plate full of food all changed into his work clothes. He thoroughly ignored Cassie, choosing to grab the paper and read as he wolfed down his breakfast.

Over breakfast Dallas proudly told the gang his good news from the night before. He was congratulated all around even causing Darrel to give an approving nod.

"I'm gonna take Cassie over to the Slash J stables today. Want to come Pony?" Dallas said, ignoring the look of surprise on his sister's face.

Ponyboy lit up like a Christmas tree, "I'd love to come with. I haven't been down in ages."

"We'll swing by the DX too so she can see where you and Steve work." Dally addressed Soda.

Steve and Sodapop high fived at this announcement, "We're the best station in town Cassie. You got a problem with your car? We can fix it. No problem." Steve said in arrogant confidence.

"And half the female population comes by just to make eyes at you two." Two-Bit wisecracked, "They got a line of regular customers at the DX. But nothin' ain't ever wrong with their cars!"

Suddenly Cassie took a real look at the boys at the table around her. They were all handsome she realized. Of course she was biased about her brother, but Dallas' cool eyes, wispy blond hair, and sharp features made him a real looker. Then there was Pony whose dark hair with chestnut highlights and hazel green eyes would give any girl a turn. Two-Bit had his side burns a touch too long, but his sandy red hair with that easy going smile made up for it. Then came Darry. His dark brown hair curled in gentle waves with hints of chestnut highlights that echoed Ponyboy. His icy green blue eyes and chiseled face gave him authority.

Soda was the golden boy though. He could be a movie star Cassie thought in startled surprise. His honey colored hair and soft brown eyes were set in a face the gods would envy. Even his manners were sweet. Sodapop's sunshiny excitement for life made everything around him glow.

Last was Steve. His black hair was heavy with grease and complicated swirls. His eyes were a shade of blue that made you wonder what he was up too. He was the kind that girls thought was cute until they got to know him.

Cassie couldn't help but let out a low chuckle to herself after her appraisal of the gang sitting around her. Back in Detroit she'd be the envy of all the girls at school hanging out with such a good looking group.

Dallas elbowed her and raised an eyebrow, "Want to clue me in on your joke?"

Cassie grinned mischievously at him, "I was thinkin' bout how handsome you boys all are. Back home the girls would kill just to go on date with any one of you. Of course Dallas, if they found out what a reprobate you are they might reconsider…" she trailed off in a sassy tone.

"They'd have the time of their lives out with me." Dallas said smiling dangerously.

Darry interrupted them fixing Dallas with his cold stare, "How are you three planning on getting to the Slash J?"

"Buck's T-bird. I left it at the DX last night." Dallas said matter of factly.

"You DROVE last night?!" Cassie yelped. "You were drunk silly last night!"

Dallas laughed wolfishly, "That's why I parked it at the DX. I figured you would chew me out if I drove up in it."

"Oh Dallas." Cassie sighed in exasperation.

Darry glared at Dallas again, "Just try not have an accident." he growled pushing his chair back from the table and standing up, "Come on Soda, Steve we gotta make it to work on time."

"Alright Darry." Soda replied.

He and Steve stuffed the last bites into their mouths. Scraping back the chairs they ran for the kitchen tossing their dishes in the sink with a loud clatter. "CAREFUL!" Darry hollered from the living room where he was pulling on his boots. "Don't slam the screen door on the way out!" he added as he stepped out onto the front porch.

The boys hopped around putting on their own shoes before racing out the door, slamming it loudly as they dashed for the old pickup.

Ponyboy shook his head saying, "They never learn."

Two-Bit promptly grabbed Pony in a head lock, "You gonna end up like Darry if ya keep talkin like that." he teased.

Pony fought wildly to escape Two-Bit. When he did, he was spluttering in anger, "Don't you ever say I'm like Darry! We ain't nothing alike! You got that?"

Two-Bit threw up his hands, "Sorry Pone, I didn't realize it bothered you that much."

"Well it does." Pony said hotly and stomped off to the kitchen with his plate in hand.

"Hotheads." Dallas scoffed with a chuckle.

Cassie let out a guffaw, "Well if that's not the pot calling the kettle black…" she faded off into giggles. Two-Bit couldn't help but join in with her laughter.

Ponyboy came back in from the kitchen his anger quieted, "Want to walk with us to the DX Two-Bit?" he asked.

"Heck I got nothin' better to do." Two-Bit replied, "I got my eye on a girl that's sweet on Soda. Figure if I hang around enough she might notice me." he grinned.

"Well let's get this show on the road then." Dallas said impatiently.

Cassie groaned, "But I've still got food left! I can't finish it. You gave me too much Dallas." she complained.

Two-Bit grabbed her plate and shoved down the last few bites. "Now you don't." he said spraying crumbs everywhere.

Pony and Cassie both busted into laughter. Dallas just rolled his eyes in annoyance, "Common you clowns. I ain't waitin around all day for ya."

"Lighten' up Dallas." Cassie smiled then turned to Pony, "Do we need to clean up the house before we leave?"

Ponyboy stopped thoughtfully for a moment considering her question, "I don't think so. I'm pretty sure Darry told me that he got a call from the social service that they would be comin' round here tomorrow or later in the week. I figure it can wait."

"Good." Dallas groused heading for the door. The other three followed him out.

Dallas' mood improved as they walked down the street. He horsed around with Pony and Two-Bit cussing them out good naturedly. When a souped up black Dodge Charger with shiny silver rims drove by sputtering loudly and filled with greasers, they hollered at the driver who waved back shouting friendly insults. He had dark brown hair slicked back heavily with grease. His face would have been handsome, but for the scar that ran down the side. He wore aviators that hid his eyes and a white t-shirt with a leather vest.

"That's Rusty Gordon. He's a slick one." Two-Bit said admiringly, "That car of his is the fastest drag racer in town. He's got Steve and Soda as his personal fix it men at the DX."

"Really?" Cassie asked, intrigued, "That's one cool car."

"Not cool, Cassie, tuff." Dallas cuffed her lightly.

She frowned at her brother. "I don't get it. What does that mean? Isn't that what I said?"

Dally looked at her like she was dense, "Well they really mean the same thing, but if you're a greaser you say tuff. It's just what you do."

"I guess if that's what you say then I will too." Cassie replied still looking a bit confused.

Pony came up next to Cassie and said, "I don't know why we say and do things differently Cas. I guess we just want to have our own way. Don't worry about it."

At that moment Rusty chose to gun his engine and sped down the road away from the group leaving them in a cloud of exhaust. The boys took this as an invitation to chase after the car. Shaking her head Cassie dashed after them.

They ran down a couple of blocks till they reached a busy intersection. Huffing from trying to keep up with the boys Cassie nearly ran into Ponyboy. He had pulled up short and had shoved his hands deep in his pockets. Suddenly she realized that all the guys had stopped and now rigidly stood at attention faces fixed with cool stares.

Parked across the street was a blue Mustang with the top down. It was full of Socs. A shiver ran down Cassie's back. These boys were looking for trouble. Their madras shirts and pressed pants looked too clean for the trouble that flashed in their eyes.

"Hey grease!" the tallest boy shouted, "Get off the sidewalk before we have to come and clean up the trash."

Dallas gave a dangerous laugh, "You ain't got the balls to meet us in a fair fight."

At this, all six boys in the Mustang jumped out and bee lined across the street for Dallas and the others.

"Keep behind me." Dallas said in a low voice full of false calm to Cassie without taking his eyes off the Socs.

The Socs formed a circle around them, hemming them in. Cassie could tell that Two-Bit was nervous, but was doing a good job not showing it. Pony on the other hand looked like he might die of a heart attack right there, he was breathing so hard. Dallas was the only one who looked comfortable. Too comfortable, Cassie realized. He was itching for a fight. She could see it in the lines of his body as he held himself at the ready.

The tall Soc had a dark blue letter jacket and short blond hair. He and Dallas stood eye to eye.

"I know you." the Soc sneered, "You're Dallas Winston. You've been in jail for assault and robbery. We don't take kindly to trash like you."

"Jail makes you tough. But you wouldn't know anything about that…would you?" Dallas answered lighting a cigarette and blowing a puff of smoke in the Socs face.

The other boy blinked and stiffened in anger. "We could rip your little friends and that broad apart without even trying."

Cassie saw Two-Bit's face contort at the insult and he reached into his pocket causing the other boys to close in on them.

Dallas kept his cool, though Cassie could tell that the words had struck a nerve. "You could find out." he replied, "Or you could fight me one on one and live to say that a lowlife like yourself got beat by some jail bird."

Fury blazed in the eyes of the Soc. "I'll take you." he said furiously. He backed out of the circle, bringing the other boys with him.

Two-Bit and Pony backed up a step as well while Dallas took a step forward cigarette clamped tight between his lips.

In a flash Dallas landed a hard right hook to the boys jaw followed with an uppercut to the Socs' gut. The tall boy doubled over in surprise. His friends cried out angrily and made to grab Dallas, but the other boy called them off. "He's mine." he snarled still in pain.

Dallas laughed at him and tossed his cigarette aside. The blonde Soc bellowed at this ridicule and flew at him. He hit Dally in the midsection in a footballers tackle, running him up against the brick building that flanked the sidewalk. Dallas hit with a grunt that made Cassie wince involuntarily.

In return Dallas grabbed the Soc by the collar of his shirt. Then pulled him away from himself as the Soc pummeled Dally's body with his fists. With room to maneuver he gave what he'd been taking, socking the Soc hard in the ribs. The blond Soc staggered back, but had enough strength to clip Dallas across the chin causing him to stumble. The Soc pressed his advantage again running into Dally with his shoulder and gut punching him with his left hand.

Dallas fell back appearing to be beaten by this onslaught. But it was a sham. The blond Soc was carried by his momentum and never had a chance to slip away when Dally ducked out at the last moment and instead slammed the Soc into the building. He laid into him with a vengeance till blood streamed down the blond boy's face. Then Dallas roughly yanked him from the wall and shoved him into the arms of the waiting Socs gathered round.

"Whose next?" he asked. His blue eyes were twin flames hungry for more.

The Socs shuffled their feet and turned away dragging their friend with them back to the blue Mustang across the street.

Dallas watched them as they crowded into the car and with squealing tires drove away.

"Chicken!" he yelled after them, laughing to himself.

"Way to go Dallas!" Two-Bit crowed, "Aint nobody tuff'er than you in this neighborhood."

Even Pony seemed impressed, "That was sure some fightin' Dal." he said in a voice pitched high from nerves.

Slapping the boys on the shoulder Dallas threw his head back and howled jubilantly, "Dallas is back Tulsa so watch out!"

He turned his wild grin on his sister. Cassie stared at her brother in a kind of horrified fascination. She'd never seen anything like the violence Dallas and the Socs had so easily offered. Her pulse was still racing from the adrenaline of watching the fight. Everything she had heard about her brother's reputation was true. A part of her was appalled, yet she knew that without Dallas' quick thinking they would have all been jumped.

Her mixed feelings must have shown. Dallas stepped over to Cassie and picked her up, spinning her around. Cassie yelped in surprise causing the other two to break out in hysterical laughter. Dallas set her down, kissed the top of her head and swaggered off down the sidewalk. Pony and Two-Bit followed after recounting the fight to each other.

Again, Cassie found herself running to catch up to them. She wanted to be with her brother. This world of Dallas' was hard and dangerous.

When they reached the DX station they saw Steve bent under the hood of a smart looking blue Stingray. Two dark haired girls sat inside it whispering and giggling to each other. Two-Bit ran up behind Steve and lifted him off the ground nearly hitting his head on the hood of the car.

"Boy have we got a story for you!" Two-Bit exclaimed excitedly.

Steve pushed him off, giving him a glare that could freeze most anyone, but Two-Bit seemed immune. "Can't you see I got customers?" he said.

Two-Bit laughed, "Oh you got customers alright. When your finished showin' off come find us and we'll fill you in on how Dally whipped a gang of Socs."

Steve suddenly looked interested, but waved them off to finish working on the car.

They paraded into the DX where Soda was at the counter. He lit up with a bright smile as they walked in.

"Glad to see ya'll made it here!" he said happily, "I'll give you the grand tour Cassie."

"Hang on Sodapop. Before you show Cas around we had some excitement on the way that you have to hear." Two-Bit burst out enthusiastically.

"We got jumped." Pony blurted causing Soda's happy smile to vanish into a frown of anger.

"Everyone alright?" he asked, looking them over anxiously.

Dally gave him a cool smile and replied, "We're just dandy."

Two-Bit interjected, "You shoulda seen Dally. He single handedly beat off six Socs."

Soda's eyes nearly popped out at this statement and he leaned over the counter to hear more. Two-Bit recounted the tale, with a little embellishment, Cassie noted making Dallas out to be the baddest hood in town.

"Gosh, Dal, that was something." Soda said admiringly, "Taking on the leader like that was pretty brave. They could have all jumped you at once."

"Naw." Dallas replied, "I knew if I took out their leader they wouldn't try nothin'."

At that moment Steve entered the store with grease up to his elbows. "Now what's this about Dally beatin' the Socs?" he asked as he scrubbed himself down at a sink in the back.

Two-Bit happily retold the tale a second time with Pony adding in a few more details as back up. When they were finished Steve too was giving Dallas a look of pure admiration.

"Boy! That's some story. They'll think twice now about driving into our territory." Steve proclaimed. "After that much action I think ya'll could use a drink. Pop's on me!"

Steve waved merrily at the upright fridge that stood next to the door. The sight of the ice cold pop bottles made Cassie realize she was terribly thirsty. Dallas chose a cherry coke while Two-Bit grabbed a Root Beer. Cassie and Pony took a moment longer. They both settled on the same thing, cream sodas.

Cassie's first sip was refreshingly cool on her throat while the sweet sugar soothed her rattled nerves. A smile slowly spread across her face as she finally relaxed.

"Now are you ready for your tour?" Soda inquired anxiously.

Cassie nodded mutely as she clutched her pop. She trailed after Soda and Steve as they walked around the station showing off their workplace. They ended up in the shop around back where two cars and a pickup sat empty, waiting to be serviced.

"And this here lift is the best in town." Steve declared proudly. "We can even put a semi on it without a problem."

They stood in the shop where Steve reigned as the king mechanic and Sodapop was his faithful steward. The two boys gave a rundown of every piece of equipment they had, its strengths and flaws. Cassie had never heard of half of the items, but nodded along, drawn in by the excitement of the boys.

As they stood in the shop, re-hashing old stories of beat up cars and pretty girls, the front bell rang.

"I guess that's our cue to go back inside." Soda said with a broad smile.

Cassie couldn't help but feel proud of the two young men ahead of her. They might be wild and reckless, but they were passionate about their job. That spark could be harnessed, she mulled to herself. With a little encouragement they might do very well for themselves. If there was one thing Cassie had learned from her father, it was to always see the possibility of an angle in a business.

From what she could see, this particular DX was thriving because of Soda and Steve. What if the two of them had their own shop with better equipment and location? There was a business proposition here. Cassie was sure of it, but there were too many details to iron out before she voiced her thoughts.

Pleased, she hummed quietly as she studied the customers at the counter. It was a group of three young men, each with a Coke in hand. Cassie recognized one of them as Curly Shepard from the lot, but the others she had never seen before.

Steve spoke up, "Well if it isn't Mr. Timothy Shepard and company. Haven't seen you around here in a while. How's the gang doing Tim?"

Tim grinned devilishly in response. He had dark eyes and slicked back dark blond hair that paired well with his stocky frame. Similar to Rusty Gordon, he wore a white t-shirt and leather vest. Only his jeans were black as night with tears across the knees.

"Gang's just fine Steve. Brought Curly and George here to get a cold drink and hear the news on Dally."

"He's right here." Dallas said stepping out from behind one of the racks, "What do you want to know about him?"

In one swift movement Tim set his Coke on the counter and belted Dallas across the face sending him to the floor.

"That's for stealin' my date last night." he said angrily. Then he reverted back to his smile and pulled Dallas up off the floor. "How ya' doin'? You got out awful early from the cooler. Good behavior again or did the judge take pity on you cause of your side? I heard you got a sister now all of a sudden."

Cassie couldn't believe it when Dallas smiled back at Tim instead of answering with his fists.

"Cooler wasn't so bad. They go easy on ya when your injured. Good behavior doesn't hurt either. And yeah, I have a sister. I've always had one, you just didn't know it." here Dallas laughed at his own joke before continuing, "That's her over there. Name's Cassie." he jerked his thumb Cassie's direction, "Curly met her yesterday."

Cassie stared back defiantly yet couldn't help but squirm under the scrutinizing eyes of Tim Shepard. She felt that she was being measured against an unknown standard and she hoped that she would pass. After a moment he seemed to have reached a conclusion, giving her a slight nod with a look of approval.

"Where you from, Dally's sister?" Tim asked.

"Detroit." Cassie replied with as much sass as she could muster. She knew it wouldn't bode well for Dallas if his sister came across soft.

Tim gave her a wolfish grin, "Are things as wild up there as they say?"

"Worse sometimes." Cassie admitted, "But seems like things are rough all over."

Tim let out a sharp laugh then turned his attention back to Dallas. "Seems like your sister's got a good handle on life." he said conversationally.

"She digs just fine." Dallas answered with what sounded like pride in his voice. "Now tell me all about that new ride of yours."

Tim launched into a detailed story about his car leaving Dallas with a toothy grin. While they swapped stories Ponyboy came over to Cassie.

"If they're not bustin' the others head in those two are pretty good pals." he said to Cassie. "But you never know which it's going to be."

Cassie just sighed in response. She didn't understand the strange greaser code of brotherhood.

"Remember what I said earlier Cassie?" Ponyboy nudged her, "Bout' not knowing why we do things? Well this is one of those things. Although sometimes I sure wonder how Dally and Tim can get along when half the time they seem to hate the others guts."

"I know why." Soda broke in. He'd been listening to them so quietly neither Cassie or Pony had noticed, "They fight because they have so much hate and anger at the world it just feels natural to let it out on someone that understands. When they whip Socs, that's for pride and in self defense. Playing rough with another greaser is just a friendly way to blow off steam."

Pony stared at Sodapop like he'd never seen him before as a smile grew across his face. "Golly Soda, I didn't know you thought about stuff like that. You sure seem to understand things, but I've never heard you put anything just so before. That's what I was thinking. Only I couldn't figure how to say it."

Soda turned bright red, reached out, and ruffled Pony's hair, "You're not the only one in this family who can say something smart lil' buddy."

Their interaction made Cassie glance over at Dallas, who was still catching up with Tim. Would she ever have that kind of relationship with her brother, she wondered? She turned back to Soda and Ponyboy.

"Soda, do you think you would ever go back to school?" she asked curiously, as she flashed back to her earlier thoughts of Steve and Soda running a business.

"Woah now Cassie! Now your giving me too much credit." Sodapop threw up his hands, "I'm just not cut out for school."

Out of the corner of her eye Cassie saw Ponyboy scowl. She flinched inwardly. She had forgotten what Dallas had said about Pony being touchy on the subject of his brother being a dropout. Too late. She thought mentally shrugging.

"But what if the classes were set to your own pace. And you could work on a problem or project until you figured it out? Would you try again?" Cassie persisted.

Sodapop looked thoughtful for a moment, running his fingers through his hair, before replying, "I guess I might. I'm not too keen on reading and all that like Ponyboy, but a little more math would maybe be useful."

"Cassie, that kind of schooling would cost a lot of money." Pony said with a sigh, "I've looked into tutors for some of my classes so I could maybe graduate early. They aren't cheap. We can't afford anything like that."

Cassie looked so let down by this that Soda couldn't help but beam his friendliest golden smile her way. "It's a good idea, but I really am happy with how things are. I like the DX and working with the customers. It's a good job."

Before Cassie could reply, Dallas butted into their conversation, having finished talking to Tim.

"Speaking of jobs, it's about time we saw mine." He said and glared at Ponyboy and Cassie as if the hold up had been their fault.

"Sure Dally, we're ready to go." Pony wiggled his eyebrows at Cassie.

Dallas cracked a half smile, "Don't get too mouthy kid."

He sauntered out the front door to a red T-bird with flashy chrome. Pony and Cassie followed him.

"You coming Two-Bit?" Cassie asked Two-Bit who was hunched over next to Steve examining a flat tire.

"I think I'll stay here." he replied.

She waved goodbye and he gave a vague wave in return, too engrossed in working with Steve.

The T-bird rumbled to life and went flying down the road, tires screeching. Cassie whooped with the feeling of freedom. This was living!

Driving on the highway, Dallas floored the gas sending Pony and Cassie flying back into their seats. With the top down, the wind tore at Cassie's hair and left her eyes streaming tears. She blinked through them trying to peer over Dallas' arm at the speedometer. From the howl of the engine she guessed he was close to maxing out.

"Slow down!" Ponyboy hollered from the backseat, "I'm gonna lose my shirt at this rate!"

Dallas laughed and jammed his foot down harder. The engine screamed in protest, but nonetheless the car leapt forward. Cassie clutched the seat praying that they wouldn't meet anyone on the road.

"You're going to get us killed!" she shouted at her brother.

She wanted to shake some sense into him, but she was too afraid to let go of the seat. Suddenly, there was a car ahead driving the same direction as them. Cassie realized they were going to overtake the vehicle on a hill in a no passing zone. She wondered if Dallas would slow down.

He was relentless. They bore down on the car in a fury. Dallas swerved alongside the car without touching the brakes. Cassie and Pony were both white as sheets as Dallas came roaring over the curve of the hill. Directly in front of them, in the oncoming lane was a beat up semi-truck.

Cassie couldn't help but scream and time seemed to stop. They weren't going to make it. They were going too fast and the semi was just too big. But the collision never came to pass. Without realizing what was happening Cassie found herself flung up against the passenger door and the sound of the semi's horn honking furiously past them. Dallas had yanked the steering wheel over and gotten them out of the big truck's way just in time.

Dazed, Cassie dimly heard her brother war whooping triumphantly. She turned slowly to the back seat where Pony looked positively green. The way her stomach felt, she guessed her face was a similar color. Dallas on the other hand was grinning from ear to ear.

When they had pulled into the driveway of a sprawling ranch Cassie stumbled out of the car and fell to her knees. She struggled to keep her breakfast down. Dallas was already heading for one of the red roofed barns. Ponyboy took a wobbly step from the T-bird and reached out for Cassie. He gave her a shaky smile.

"We made it." He said simply.

She took his hand and replied as she stood up, "Is he always this crazy?"

"Worse." Ponyboy rolled his eyes. "Darry doesn't like me to ride with him because he pulls stunts like that."

Together they followed Dallas' retreating figure into the barn. Cassie breathed in the sweet scent of horses and hay. They entered the barn where a dozen heads with small pricked ears gazed curiously over stall doors. A low whicker came from the end of the row giving Cassie a warm feeling.

Glancing at Ponyboy she realized he had a funny look on his face.

"What's the matter, Pony?" she asked worriedly.

"The last time I was here was when they took Soda's horse away." He said in a husky voice.

Cassie was shocked, "Soda had a horse?"

"Yeah…well no." Pony stuttered for a moment.

Cassie stared at him expectantly.

Pony slowly started to speak, "Soda used to have a horse here named Mickey Mouse. Only it wasn't really his, but it didn't like anyone except him. He would buck and misbehave when Soda wasn't around. They called him ornery, but Mickey Mouse was always good for Soda. He was a buckskin quarter horse, real valuable.

One day we came down to watch Dally and they were loading Mickey Mouse into a trailer. He'd been sold. That horse fought the men, but they were smarter than him and they got him in. Soda cried for a week. He doesn't talk about it, but I know he still misses Mickey Mouse. I haven't been here since."

"I'm sorry Ponyboy. For you and Sodapop." Cassie answered softly.

"Being here brought it all back I guess." Pony said scuffing his foot through the dust. "I'm glad I came with though. I'm going to try and have something happy to remember about this place instead of the sad."

Cassie reached out her own foot and stopped Pony's sneaker mid slide. "I sure hope today is happy. I don't know what to expect with Dallas being, well… Dallas."

Bumping her foot with his Ponyboy caught her eye and smiled. "We better go find Dally. He might make us a memory that's more in the exciting department than anything else."

They jogged out of the barn finding themselves alongside an oval dirt track. Dallas was leaning up against the rail in deep conversation with a short skinny bald man.

Catching sight of them he called, "Get over here ya' slowpokes! My grandma could move faster than you two."

With a synchronized eye roll at each other they trotted over to Dallas and the man.

"This here is Joe Simmons. He's the trainer for the Slash J." Dallas introduced the bald man.

Joe nodded to them. He had quiet gray eyes with skin wrinkled by weather and years. He was thin, but Cassie had an idea that his size and figure belied the strength that were held there. He wore a threadbare corduroy jacket that may have once been green but had faded with time. His jeans were in similar disrepair, yet Cassie couldn't shake the feeling of resilience that surrounded this man.

"Hello, Cassie." He spoke in a soft bass voice, "Didn't know Dallas had a sister till today."

Cassie smiled at him, "Not many people do. We've been separated up to just recently."

"That's a right shame." Joe said gently, "Family shouldn't get pulled apart." His gray eyes seemed to see right through Cassie. Though she doubted Dallas had told him a word of their story she got the sense that Joe Simmons knew more about her past than even her parents.

"It is a shame. One that I'm trying to put to right." she said stoutly.

Dallas cuffed her gently on the shoulder with a half smile, "Don't get too sentimental on me Cas. I don't go for that kind of stuff."

Joe gazed at them with his serious eyes for a moment before turning to Ponyboy.

"Haven't seen you 'round here in a while. Welcome back." he said in his quiet voice.

Ponyboy nodded mutely and once again Cassie saw a softness in Joe's gaze that spoke volumes. He reached out and patted Pony on the back before bringing his attention back to Dallas.

"Want to breeze a horse or two?" he asked Dallas.

Dallas lit up instantly, "Can't wait."

It didn't take long before Cassie and Ponyboy found themselves back at the railing. Dallas was out on the track riding a fractious blood bay colt. Joe had the colt by the head and was giving Dallas instructions. The colt bucked obstinately over the tight grip on its head. Dallas laughed as he brought the young horse under control.

Once all four feet were on the ground Joe released horse and rider. The colt frisked forward into an easy lope. Dallas warmed up the bay for half a lap before bringing him down to a walk again. Cassie watched in fascination as Dallas skillfully brought a pause in the horses' stride, more a hesitation than stop, before urging him into a full gallop.

The bay leapt into stride with the speed of a jack rabbit. Dallas crouched low over the horses' withers guiding his mount while simultaneously asking for greater speed. The pair flew past Cassie and Pony leaving the spectators breathless with the thunder of hooves on the track. All too soon Dallas slowed his lathered mount.

Joe looked pleased as he waved Dallas over. A stable hand ran out to take the horse as Dallas slid from its back, his hair a windswept disaster. Though Cassie and Pony couldn't hear what was spoken, whatever Joe said must have been good. The smile on Dally's face was clear. He finished talking to Joe, then jogged over to his companions.

"The colt ran a good time. Felt great to ride again, but Joe said that was enough for today. He says I'm out of shape." Dallas shook his head, "I hate to admit it, but he's right. It's gonna take me a few weeks to build my muscles back up again."

Cassie was stunned for a moment. Since when did Dallas listen to anyone telling him what to do?

"I guess you really like riding, huh?" she asked.

"Best feeling in the world." Dallas said as he threw and arm around her. "Closest thing to flying your ever gonna get."

Ponyboy was smiling at them, "You looked strong to me Dally. But Joe knows his stuff. He needs you at your best so you can race."

"Ain't that the truth." Dallas said with a swagger as they headed back to the car.

The drive back into town was much more controlled. Dallas seemed to have spent his wild energy for the time being.

"I'm hungry. Want something to eat?" Dallas queried his passengers.

Cassie's stomach growled in response. "It's got to be well after lunch." she said finally realizing the time.

"I could go for something Dally." Ponyboy replied.

Dallas nodded and said, "I'll treat ya'll to the Dingo then. Darry can't yell at me for that."

"What kind of food do they have?" Cassie asked curiously. The restaurant's name was intriguing but didn't give any clues to the food they served.

"Burger joint. But it's also a greaser hang out." Pony answered quickly.

Dallas had a dangerous smile cross his face at Pony's response, "The whose who of greasers you mean. Any grease can go there, but the Dingo is where you get noticed."

Cassie let out a loud sigh, resting back into her seat, "I'm guessing that means they know you Dallas."

"Oh, they know me, real well." Dallas' voice was full of satisfaction. "I wouldn't be surprised if we ran into Tim and his gang again."

"Fabulous." Cassie muttered under her breath.

Dallas shot her a withering glare, but instead of being cowed, she stuck her tongue out at him. In the backseat Pony muffled a snort that brought the full weight of Dally's cold eyes on him in the rearview mirror. Biting his lip Pony looked out into the neighborhood.

In another minute they pulled into the parking lot of a busy drive in diner. The place was buzzing with a variety of vehicles and their drivers. Most were rusted out, beat up clunkers full of loud mouthed greasers. But Cassie spotted Rusty Gordon's shiny black car sitting amongst the beaters with three young men and a short skirted girl leaning on the hood.

Dallas found an open spot and parked the T-bird. Right away a tall blonde girl in a red waitress outfit and wearing too much makeup came to take their order. She sashayed over to Dally hips swaying suggestively. Cassie felt her face go red as she saw the appreciative grin cross Dallas' face.

"Well if it isn't Dallas Winston, back from the cooler." the waitress said leaning up against the car.

"You got that right, Evie." Dallas replied without taking his eyes off her, "Cassie, this here is Steve's girlfriend. Evie, this is my sister Cassie."

Evie's eyebrow's shot up at this introduction and she leaned farther forward to get a better look at Cassie.

Despite her misgivings, Cassie managed to mumble out, "Nice to meet you Evie."

Evie stared hard at her, "I didn't know there was more to the Winston family. Secrets get out in this town"

"Just me." Cassie said as her ire rose against this brassy young woman.

Dallas broke in, "We're starvin' Evie. How about your burger baskets and some Cokes?"

Evie gave Dallas a sugary smile, "Sure thing. I'll have it out in a jiffy."

She turned and paraded back to the building eliciting whistles as she went.

"Are the burgers any good?" Cassie asked as she eyed the restaurant suspiciously.

Ponyboy nodded, "For a greaser owned joint, it's actually got great food. Darry even likes it and he can be a bit picky when it comes to eating out."

"Best burger in Tulsa." Dallas added, "You can't go wrong." He paused for a moment then said, "I've got some catching up to do."

He opened the door to the T-bird and hopped out. He headed right for the group hanging around Rusty's car.

Now it was Ponyboy's turn to sigh, "There he goes being social. We better follow."

They hurried after Dallas who was laughing it up with the other greasers hanging off of Rusty's car. They were intercepted by Curly who came up from behind Pony and grabbed him nearly knocking him over.

"Just keep running into you Pony." he grinned and swung playfully at Ponboy who knocked his arm aside.

Ponyboy laughed in response, "You're gonna get me in trouble Curly."

Cassie swatted Curly good naturedly, "Lay off him! I need him to help me keep Dallas in line."

Curly hooted, "Nobody tells Dallas what to do!"

"Cassie does. You should see her." Pony said earnestly.

Curly gave Cassie a new look of interest, "You really tell ol' Dally off when your ticked at him?"

Cassie flushed a pretty shade of pink and said, "I guess you could say that."

Ponyboy chuckled and patted her on the back, "And to top that off she won an argument with Darry."

Curly's eyebrows shot up at this statement. He let out a low whistle. "You must be a real fireball then. I doubt Tim would even cross Darry. Remind me to stay on your good side." he gave her an approving smile.

As she was listening to Curly, Cassie caught the form of a raven haired girl out of the corner of her eye. She wore a dark colored jean jacket over a tight fitting white shirt that left little to the imagination. Her tan legs came out from under a flared red corduroy mini skirt.

Cassie felt a thrill of unease sweep over her. Something about this girl didn't set right with her. She nudged Ponyboy and nodded in the direction of the girl heading for Dallas.

Pony saw the girl and swore. Now it was Cassie's turn to look surprised.

"That's Sylvia. Dally's ex. He broke up for her before he went in the slammer. She's been out for blood ever since." Pony said worriedly.

"How come they broke up?" Cassie asked.

"Cause she was cheatin' on him." Curly quipped, "Gave him the full run around."

Cassie scowled in confusion, "Then why does she want him back if she was chasin' somebody else?"

"Sombodies." Curly corrected. "She wants Dal because he's one of the tuffest hoods in town. His reputation makes her look good. If she'd had it her way she'd have Dallas and a couple other guys, but Dally wouldn't have none of it and told her off."

"Oh brother." Cassie said as she watched Sylvia approach her brother. "This isn't going to go well is it." she commented to no one in particular.

The other two just nodded, focused on the scene before them. Sylvia marched up behind Dallas and tapped him on the shoulder. He turned around only to be slapped hard across the face by Sylvia. Abruptly she started screaming at him.

"You piece of trash! How dare you dump me! And then you went and tried to get yourself killed." Here she cussed at him with every name in the book.

Dallas had a feral smile on his face as Sylvia chewed him out. When she reared back to slap him again, he grabbed her arm and shoved her away from him.

She yelped in surprise and called him something even fouler. The other greasers had formed a circle around them, watching the ex-lovers with interest.

"You're worthless Dallas Winston." She fumed at him.

The smile slipped from his face and was replaced with a coldness that made Cassie shiver.

"Worthless, huh? How about your sneakin around behind my back? And come to find out it was mostly with him!" Dallas pointed to Rusty who was leaning back in the driver's seat of his car observing them with a half smile.

Hearing Dally's accusation he just shrugged and let a broad grin cross his features. Cassie sighed internally. These greasers were so bold. Rusty didn't even try to deny the accusation.

Sylvia seemed to swell with anger, "So what if I did? It's not like you were around enough to notice." she hissed at him.

"You minx! I took you out on more dates than any other guy in town, and this is how you treat me?" Dallas was practically vibrating with anger now and Cassie was afraid he would take a swing at Sylvia.

Suddenly, Sylvia switched tactics. She stepped closer to Dally taking his hand in hers and softened her voice. "I was so worried about you Dal. I thought I'd never see you again. All I want is for us to be together."

For a moment Cassie thought Dallas was going to fall for the honeyed words. Then he yanked his hand from her grip and said coldly, "I'm finished with you and your tricks Sylvia. You ever come after me again I'll beat you so bad there won't be a guy in town that will look at you."

Sylvia glared daggers at him before dramatically bursting into tears. She turned on her heel and fled to the inside of the diner. A smattering of whistles and applause followed her shame.

"Whew. That could have been worse." Pony said wiping nervous sweat from his brow.

Cassie on the other hand was frowning, "I don't get it. Why didn't Dallas have it out with Rusty if Rusty was the main guy Sylvia was seeing?"

Curly answered, "Cause Dally knew it was all Sylvia's idea. Rusty just went along because it's hard to say no to a pretty girl. Sides, he and Dally like to pal around. They wouldn't let a sneaky broad like Sylvia come between em'."

"It's like you all have a code." Cassie grumbled.

"Huh?" Curly looked puzzled.

"You know, a code of conduct?" Cassie questioned expectantly.

Curly gave her a baffled stare, "What's that?"

"Nevermind." Cassie huffed. Were all greasers this hopeless? she wondered.

Ponyboy chuckled and whispered in her ear, "You got it spot on. But that kinda thing is over Curly's head."

"I noticed." She said sourly.

Dallas spotted them and stalked over to the trio. Cassie could tell he was still mad from his encounter with Sylvia.

"Don't go telling me off about that broad Cassie. She's my problem and I can deal with her however the hell I want to." he growled.

Cassie stared him down. "I wasn't planning on it Dallas. Looked like you made a good decision."

Dallas was taken aback. He'd expected Cassie to rail after him for his aggression toward Sylvia. Her agreement was the last thing he thought she'd do. He was at a loss for words and it was Evie that saved him bringing their food.

"Hope ya'll enjoy the burgers." she said in the same sugary tone as before.

Cassie couldn't help but give Evie her coldest stare as Evie flirted with her brother. Unfortunately she realized that girls like Evie and Sylvia were the only kind that would give guys like Dallas the time of day. Nice girls wouldn't be caught dead with a hood like Dallas. Well most nice girls at least, she amended her thought. I'm the highest class girl here, but I won't leave my brother for anything.

She figured some of the other greasers around her were having the same thought as she caught several young men making eyes at her as she ate her burger. Dallas seemed to also suddenly have a new awareness of his sister sitting next to him. When they walked back to the car and Cassie got a whistle from a passerby Dallas made a rude gesture at the perpetrator.

Cassie smirked. Dallas was such a mixed bag, but she was sure now that he would look out for her. When they got back to the Curtis house Cassie felt herself drooping as she walked in the door.

"I could use a nap." she said and yawned loudly.

Ponyboy replied, "Go on up to my room and sleep. That way you can close the door and we won't bother you."

Dallas elbowed Pony hard in the ribs, "If I catch you going up there and tryin' anything with her I will pound you into a pulp."

"Sheesh Dally all I want to do is sit on the porch and read my book. I won't even be in the house." Pony grumbled at the abuse.

Cassie barely heard them as she made her way to Pony and Soda's room. She was worn out. Ignoring the dirty clothes on the floor she hopped onto the bed and curled up into a ball. She was asleep almost before she closed her eyes.

When she awoke the late afternoon sun was sliding through the blinds. The thump of bass from a radio and the voice of Elvis Presley floated up from below her. From the music and noise level she guessed there was quite the party going on downstairs. She stretched and padded out the door.

When she reached the kitchen Cassie was assaulted by the music that came blaring from the radio. The gang was all there and Steve had Evie in his arms swinging her around to the sound of Elvis' voice. They were talking loudly over the music and there was a festive air to the room.

Dallas came roaring into the kitchen, flinging open the refrigerator and grabbed a beer before he caught sight of his sister.

"Bought time you woke up. Soda and Steve got a raise today so we're celebrating." he grabbed her arm and hauled her into the living room. Keeping hold of his beer he swung Cassie around to the beat of the music. Finally, fully awake now Cassie giggled as she danced with her brother.

"I wouldn't have pegged you as the dancing type, Dallas." she laughed.

Dallas gave her the now familiar look like she was short on brains, "Everyone here knows how to swing dance. Most people more. It's just what we do."

Sodapop cut in then. He galloped Cassie through the kitchen and back again. Soda swept her off her feet in a dip that made her gasp. Two-Bit stepped in next. Again she made a round through the kitchen. Two-Bit was boozed up and wilder than Soda. Cassie practically sprinted to keep up with his exuberant steps.

She gained a moment of respite when Steve changed the cassette tape out. She and Two-Bit stood up against the living room wall. Two-Bit still had his arm round her and she leaned into him as she panted to catch her breath. When Blue Suede Shoes rang out from the boombox Two-Bit pulled her out to the center of the living room only to be stopped by Darry.

"My turn." he said pulling Cassie from Two-Bit, his gaze unreadable.

Cassie gulped. She hoped he wasn't still mad at her from that morning. Her fears were unfounded. Once she was secure in his arms he smiled down at her with all the warmth in the world. He whirled her around the room and into the kitchen where they spun till she was dizzy. They were both laughing now. Darry sent her on spin that brought her back to him with such force that they collided.

Pressed up against Darry with his arms wrapped tightly around her, Cassie's heart jumped as their eyes met. Time stopped for both of them. They were so close Cassie could feel Darry's heart thundering beneath his shirt. Cassie could swear she saw a flicker of something for her in those blue eyes. But the moment was broken when the cassette skipped and warbled making Steve curse loudly.

Darry and Cassie stepped apart not looking at each other and walked back to the living room. They stood together in the doorway watching Steve angrily try to repair the cassette. Cassie was acutely aware of Darry next to her. She could still smell the pleasant mixture of sweat and cologne that radiated from him. She shivered inadvertently causing Darry to glance at her, but she pretended not to notice.

Instead she kept her eyes fixed on Dallas who was giving her the oddest look from the couch. This was a new expression so Cassie was unsure what to make of it. She quirked an eyebrow at him. In reply he gave her his dangerous smile. He patted the spot next to him.

Cassie headed over and sat down. Darry went to Steve and was inspecting the tangled mess that now emanated from the boom box.

"Have fun dancing?" Dallas said in a low voice as he pulled out a cigarette giving her the odd look again.

"Yeah, I did." Cassie replied as her pulse quickened under her brother's scrutiny.

"Looked like it." Dallas flicked ashes at her.

Cassie felt color start to rise in her cheeks. Dallas chuckled and put his arm around her.

"Just don't have too much fun." he whispered in her ear and laughed again.

Cassie glared at her feet as if they could somehow make her brother less annoying. Pony broke her reverie with a glass of lemonade.

"Dancing works up a quite a thirst." he said as he handed her a cold glass, "Will you go a round with me if they ever get the cassette fixed?"

Cassie gratefully took the lemonade and gulped it down. She spoke between swallows. "Of course, Ponyboy. I'd love to dance with you."

She quickly finished her glass feeling refreshed. Ponyboy took her cup back to the kitchen. By the time he'd set it in the sink the boombox was once again filling the old house with music.

He came racing back to Cassie, pulling her to her feet. They danced and laughed through several songs before Dallas butted in sweeping her away.

"Last song of the night!" Steve hollered out.

It was a fast paced tune that brought everyone to their feet dancing with each other. They galloped around the house and when the song ended they cheered loudly. Everyone cleared out after that, though Cassie could still feel happiness in the air. Soon she was sprawled out on the couch sound asleep.

Darry on the other hand tossed and turned. He was too keyed up from the evening to sleep. He kept replaying his dance with Cassie over and over in his head. Since when did he let a pretty face get under his skin he wondered? Eventually he gave in and walked to the kitchen for a glass of milk.

Light from the street cast strange shadows across his path. When he looked into the kitchen he was surprised to see that he was not the only one awake. A dark form sat at the table, brooding over what had to be a beer from the outline of the bottle.

A match flickered in the darkness and lit the end of a cigarette. It illuminated the shrouded figure. It was Dallas.

"Can't sleep Dallas?" Darry asked quietly.

"Nah. I'm not used to going to bed as early as ya'll do." was the reply, "What are you doin' up Darry?"

"Got too much on my mind I guess. And I think the loud music gave me a headache." Darry answered with a sigh as he got a glass out of the cupboard.

"Too much, eh? Like what?" Dallas had a strange tone to his voice.

Darry opened the icebox and pulled out the milk, "Bills, work, everything I guess."

"You thinking about my sister?" Dallas asked with an edge.

"Sure." Darry said evenly, though his pulse quickened. He poured the milk quickly and shoved the carton back in the icebox.

Dallas flicked his cigarette and said flatly, "You like her, don't you."

Darry was silent. Then slowly answered, "Yeah. I guess I do. But she's too good for me. She wouldn't want a greaser. And besides I don't even know if she likes me. I mean we barely know each other for crying out loud."

"Oh, she likes you." Dallas said. Darry could tell from his voice that he had his dangerous smile on, "And as much as it pains me to say this I honestly don't mind."

"What?" Darry said in surprise. He'd expected Dally to come out with fists swinging in response. Not this.

"You're good for her. She needs someone reliable. I'm a bum Darry. I got nothin' to give. But you got a future. And she knows it." Dallas answered in a hard voice, "You should take her on a date or something."

Darry was shocked, "I don't think that's a good idea.."

Dallas cut him off, "Just ask her. I know my sister… Or at least I used to." he muttered under his breath as an after thought.

Darry scratched his head, "You really think Cassie will go out with me?"

"Just ask." Dallas said. Darry could hear the annoyance in his voice.

Darry stood drinking his milk. "Alright Dallas. I'll ask her."

"Good." came the satisfied response. Dallas threw back his beer and finished the bottle.

He stood up from the table, leaving the empty bottle, and headed to his room leaving Darry alone in the kitchen with his confusion. Was Dally up to something or was he serious? Darry yawned tiredly. He picked up the bottle Dally left and threw it away. He walked back to his room mulling over the strange conversation.

Dallas Winston was wild, dangerous, mean, foul mouthed, and often irritable, but Darrel had found that he generally told the truth. Especially about things that were important to him. And Cassie was definitely important.

Darry lay back down on his creaky bed and stared into the darkness. I guess there's no harm in asking her out. He decided. She probably won't stay here much longer anyway. Finally at peace he allowed himself to fall asleep.

The first rays of dawn woke Cassie early the next morning. No one else was up. Instead of starting breakfast Cassie went out to the porch and sat on the swing. Golden fog floated through the neighborhood and the trees glistened with dew. The way everything was lit up you wouldn't know it was the poor side of town. Cassie thought to herself.

The porch door swung open and Ponyboy walked out. He didn't say anything, just came and sat by her on the swing. Together they watched the sunrise. When the sun had burned through the fog and speck of blue sky began to show he said, "Nothing gold can stay."

Cassie cocked her head, "I know that poem. It's by Robert Frost, right?" she turned to Pony and was shocked to see tears running down his face.

"What's wrong, Pony?" she asked and took his hands in hers.

"Last time I recited that poem was to Johnny when we were hiding out at the old church." Pony said softly, "We had just watched one of the prettiest sunrises….. I sure miss Johnny. He was my best friend, ya dig?"

Cassie nodded soberly, "I sure do. I wish I could have met him."

Ponyboy scrubbed his eyes and smiled at her, "He would have liked you. Johnny was quiet, but he understood things. You've got that understanding too. I can't sit and watch the sky with just anyone. But I could with Johnny, and now you."

"Dallas really cared about him too." Cassie said thinking over her brother's rash actions following Johnny's death.

"Johnny worshiped the ground Dally walked on. Dal was his hero. When Dallas took off I was sure he was going to kill himself. He nearly did." Ponyboy said.

"I'm awfully glad he didn't." Cassie answered in a small voice, "I don't know what I would do without him."

The clatter of dishes broke in from the kitchen.

"We better go in." Ponyboy smiled again, "Or else Dally will catch us out here and claim I was tryin' to make out with you."

Cassie groaned and stood up from the swing, "Dallas Winston can mind his own business." she replied sassily.

At that moment Dallas poked his head out the door and growled, "What did you say about minding my own business?"

Cassie marched over to Dallas and replied, "I said your nosy, little brother. Now let us in so we can have breakfast."

"What if I won't?" he asked glaring at her.

"Then I will go in the back door."

"What if I lock it?" Dallas sassed.

"Then I'm going to bust a window to get in." Cassie replied heatedly.

Darry yelled loudly from the kitchen, "You let her inside Dally. If she breaks a window I'll skin you alive and your gonna' pay for the window."

"Relax, Darry! I was going to let her in. Just having some fun."

Darry ignored the comment and continued getting breakfast ready. Dallas seemed disappointed that Darry wouldn't pick a fight with him, but let Pony and Cassie in.

"Now I gotta work late today so make sure ya'll get something to eat." Darry said from the head of the table. "And clean up the house this morning cause the social worker is dropping by. Can you talk to her Pony?"

"Sure Darry. I'll get the house ready too." Pony replied through a mouthful of pancake.

"Guess that mean we should disappear Cassie." Dallas said to his sister chewing thoughtfully. After a moment he continued, "I'm gonna' take you shopping. You can't just wear Pony's clothes all the time."

Cassie burst out laughing, accidentally spraying pancake everywhere, "I can't believe you want to take me shopping! You wear the same clothes every day."

"Well why not?" Dallas argued. "I like my clothes."

Cassie shook her head stifling another laugh, "You're hopeless Dallas."

Sodapop joined in, "Actually you might want to get something decent to wear, Cassie. We're all going to go to the rodeo this weekend since Dally's riding again. Steve and I both have dates."

"Oh, well I guess if everyone else is getting cleaned up I should too." Cassie amended.

"Good. We're going shopping." Dallas said with satisfaction.

Soon everyone was on the way to their respective activities. Cassie found herself in the front seat of the red T-bird again. Dallas had the radio on and was nodding along to the music. Since her brother didn't seem to be in a chatting mood, Cassie took time to really observe the city.

It was so different than what she remembered. Things were a lot newer for the most part. The school looked the same she thought, when they drove by it. But the shopping complex Dallas had told her about when they left was new.

When they had run away from their mom, Cassie had barely been out of their neighborhood. She had never been to the library or even the Dingo. The drive-in theater was the farthest she had gone from town.

Now she thought about all the places she had visited since then. Cassie doubted she would have ever even left town if they hadn't made the fateful decision to try and live with their father. At least some good had come out of that awful trip, she smiled to herself.

They arrived at the mall and Dallas whipped into a parking spot. He jumped out of the car and yanked Cassie's door open before she had a chance to do it.

"What do you think of this place?" he asked as she got out of the car.

"You mean the mall? Well I don't know yet. I haven't been inside." Cassie said in confusion.

"Not the mall. I mean Tulsa. Do you like it here with me and the gang?" Dallas asked fidgeting.

Cassie looked up at him trying to decide what he meant. He stared at her with a burning sincerity that surprised her.

"Your serious aren't you." Cassie said realizing that he actually wanted to know.

Dallas rolled his eyes, "Duh."

"Alright! Don't get too mouthy! I do like it. I like it a lot Dallas. I like being with you and everyone else. It's different, but in a good way." Cassie replied honestly.

A tension seemed to leave Dallas at her reply. His shoulders relaxed and a smile brightened his face while his eyes softened from their usual hardness.

"Good." was his short answer. Nothing more.

But Cassie could read into that short reply. His body language told her as much as a long conversation. Dallas wanted her to be with him. She knew that he was happy to see her, but to know that he wanted to be with her was something more. Cassie felt like a million bucks as she walked next to her brother into the store.

Shopping with Dallas took the entire day. Half the time Cassie spent feeling mortified as she coerced her brother to not steal things that caught his fancy. The other half she felt spoiled to be spending time with Dallas alone.

Though she never would have guessed it, Dallas was extremely picky about the clothes she got. She tried on dozens of outfits and had to show each of them to her brother. Her rodeo attire was the most difficult to find. Cassie found several sundresses that looked nice to try. Dallas nixed them all. So she went back again. Eventually she came up with a blue paisley print sundress that had a tooled leather belt to go along with it. This dress finally met Dallas' approval to Cassie's relief.

Dallas paid for everything. How he had acquired the money Cassie really didn't want to know. She was learning that some things were better to just roll with. She flopped into the T-bird and closed her eyes. Dallas started the engine and said, "Now you'll have to watch out for all the boys chasin' ya since you've got new clothes."

Cassie had never cared much for shopping and it wore her out. She cracked open an eye and muttered, "Mphh." In response to Dallas' teasing.

"Man, I'd have taken you shopping sooner if I'd known it would shut up that sassy mouth of yours." Dallas heckled.

Cassie gave her brother a withering glare before closing her eyes again. He laughed to himself, then reached over and ruffled her hair. She squawked indignantly, batting his hand away. She sat up and harrumphed to herself. Dallas laughed again, but quit pestering her.

They were almost to the Curtis house when they saw a familiar blue Mustang sitting empty next to the lot. Dallas stomped on the brakes so unexpectedly Cassie was thrown out of her seat. He went flying out of the car like a jack rabbit. Cassie was shaken and confused until she heard the shouting. Then it clicked. The Mustang was the same one the boys had been driving yesterday when Dallas had gotten in the fight. Fear clutched Cassie's gut. The Socs had come looking for revenge.

Cassie shoved down her fears. She flung open the car door and raced after her brother. Once she was halfway across the lot she could see the fight. There were four boys trying to beat the daylights out of Pony and Two-Bit. They had ganged up two and two on her friends. Cassie could see that Two-Bit was holding his own against the Socs, but just barely. On the other hand, Ponyboy was having trouble.

One Soc had Pony by the shirt and was holding him for the other. Pony was hollering as he kicked and struggled, but the Soc was still landing punches. Cassie could see blood running down the side of Pony's face. None of them saw Dallas coming toward them. He crashed into the boy slugging Pony, sending him flying. Then he whirled around in time to land a heavy hit on Pony's other nemesis just as Ponyboy was able to wriggle out of his grasp. He stumbled away trying to wipe the blood from his cheek.

The Soc lurched from the impact giving Dallas room to attack with a vengeance. Another punch kept the Soc going back. But the boy rallied and came back at Dallas swinging wildly. He managed a lucky hit to Dallas' ribs making Dallas buckle. Then Dallas sent a vicious kick to the side of the boy's knee that dropped him to the ground. Mercy was not one of Dallas' qualities. He pummeled the Soc with blows till the boy no longer tried to defend himself and simply curled up on the ground against the abuse.

Now Dallas turned to Two-Bit. He grabbed the arm of the closer boy, pulling him in only to sock him in the gut. The Soc doubled over, but sent a haymaker across Dallas' jaw. Dallas reeled, but kept his grip. He caught the Soc on the chin and then in the ribs. One last punch in the gut took the fight out of the Soc. He pulled out of Dallas' grasp and yanked his friend off the ground. This distraction was all Two-Bit needed to finish his opponent who hurried after his buddies.

Thoroughly whipped, the Socs limped past Cassie to the Mustang. Cassie rushed by them to reach her brother and friends. Ponyboy was in a bad way. He was clutching his side and had the beginnings of a black eye. To top it off the deep cut on his cheekbone was bleeding freely despite his efforts to staunch it. Two-Bit had faired better, but sported a split lip and bloody knuckles from the fight.

"Oh Ponyboy, are you okay? You don't look so good. Do you need to go the hospital?" Cassie blurted out, as she came up next to him.

Ponyboy winced as he replied, "No, I'm not okay, but I'm not going to the hospital. It's too expensive. Last time I was there Darry almost wasn't able to make the mortgage payment."

"Darry's going to flip when he sees you Ponyboy. Your face looks awful." Two-Bit said licking the blood from his lip. "Maybe you should go in."

Dallas added, "Yeah, I don't want Darry chewing me out for not taking care of you."

"I'm not going to the hospital." Ponyboy said stubbornly. "Besides my face isn't that bad. It's my ribs. I think they cracked one or two."

Dallas swore a blue streak before saying, "I can tape you up Pony. Had enough practice on my own ribs."

Ponyboy nodded, grimacing as he did so.

"Let's get to the house then." Cassie said trying to herd the boys to the car.

"Try not to bleed all over everything, savvy?" Dallas said throwing an arm around Ponyboy and helping him toward the T-bird.

Cassie rolled her eyes at Dallas' comment, but ran ahead to open the car door for him. Pony moaned as he slid into the seat still clutching his side. Letting out another oath Dallas pulled out his switchblade and cut a large square of cloth from his shirt. He handed this to Ponyboy to cover the cut on his face.

Two-Bit got in on the other side and Dallas hopped in the driver's seat. Cassie scooted in, barely having time to close the door before Dallas was revving the gas. He raced down the street and in no time was parked in front of the Curtis house.

Soda was already home cooking dinner and Steve was with him. When Two-Bit came crashing through the front door hollering for bandages, the boys came flying out of the kitchen in surprise. Then Soda saw Dallas nearly dragging Ponyboy into the house. He let out a particularly bad word and went to raid the medicine cabinet in the bathroom.

Cassie came after him. "Dallas said he's going to need an athletic bandage or tape for Pony's side. Pony thinks his ribs are either cracked or broken."

Sodapop cussed again and replied, "We've got tape from when I sprained my ankle a few years ago. And some bandages for Pony's face." he paused a moment breathing hard, "What happened Cassie? Darry's gonna' bust when he sees Ponyboy all beat up. And why didn't you just take him to the hospital?"

"Remember that Soc Dallas whipped yesterday? Well his friends came looking for revenge." Cassie answered slowly, "They jumped Two-Bit and Pony in the lot. So Dallas swooped in. But this time Dallas didn't just beat one of them, he put them all in their place. Ponyboy didn't want to go the hospital because of the extra expense. He was pretty stubborn about it."

Soda gave her a sad smile, "Dally's good at that. He'd fight just to fight I think. I was worried about what could happen after the Soc got beat. Looks like I was right to be concerned. And Ponyboy can be awful pigheaded. But he's right about the money. We would have figured it out though."

He handed Cassie a bottle of aspirin, and taking everything else, he walked quickly to the living room. Cassie was hot on his heels. She tossed the bottle to Two-Bit who gratefully caught it. Dallas had Pony propped up on the couch.

Soda set all of the supplies on the kitchen table. Taking a good look at Pony's face, Sodapop said grimly, "Go get some clean washcloths from the bathroom Cassie. Wet down two of them with cold water and leave another dry. I need to clean off all this blood."

Cassie went scrambling away to fulfill Soda's request. Two-Bit popped a couple of aspirins while Dallas took of his jacket and ruined shirt leaving him bare chested.

Ponyboy flinched when Soda touched his face, "Got me good, didn't they?"

"Sure did little brother. If Johnny was still here you two would have matching scars." Sodapop replied with a gentle smile.

"We'd look tuff together," Ponyboy said in a choked voice.

Cassie was quickly back with the washcloths. Soda and Pony carefully wiped the blood from Pony's face and neck.

"Cassie says you don't want to go to the hospital." Soda commented as he cleaned.

Ponyboy shook his head and hissed, "No way are you going to make me."

Sodapop sighed, "Well if that's the case then I'm going to have to clean out that cut with peroxide. You really ought to have stitches, but I'll try and bandage it the best I can. Then your going to have to let Dallas take care of your side."

"Alright." Pony said miserably.

Cassie took his hand in hers. He squeezed it in response. Then he scrunched his eyes closed and gritted his teeth as Soda gently dabbed the peroxide into the cut. Cassie knew the instant Pony felt the sting. His grip grew so strong she worried for a moment that he might crack her hand. She squeezed back with all of her strength and in another minute she felt Ponyboy relax as the worst of the pain receded.

"Give me a moment before we fix my side." Pony whispered, his eyes still screwed shut against the pain.

Soda nodded, "Whatever you need Pony." he looked over to Dallas who had been watching them, "Maybe you should throw your shirt away and go get a new one. Might look a little better when Darry comes home."

For once Dallas complied without complaint. He silently picked up his jacket and the remains of his shirt. When he came back he softly asked, "You ready for this Pony? You'll feel a lot better when I'm done."

Ponyboy sighed and nodded. Sodapop looked at Dallas and asked, "Should we try and pull his shirt off or do you think we can just roll it up?"

Dallas pursed his lips thoughtfully, "Better just roll his shirt up. Might do more damage trying to take it off."

Sodapop helped Pony slowly roll his shirt up to expose his chest. "Right sides the worst Dally. I think the other's just sore."

Dallas frowned in response and started probing Pony's side with his fingers. Ponyboy yelped as he touched a particularly tender spot.

"Definitely broken here Pony. But it feels like it's just one rib. Might have cracked two others though. Not bad all things considered." Dallas commented as he started to bandage Pony's side.

"I'm going to get you some ibuprofen for the pain." Soda said watching Dallas work, "It'll be better for the swelling than plain aspirin."

Ponyboy didn't answer. Instead he moaned and yelped as Dallas continued to patch him up. In another minute Dallas was done. Ponyboy let out an enormous sigh, grimacing as he did so.

"Thanks Dally." he murmured. "Feels better already. I can tell everything is stable now."

Dallas gently ruffled his hair, "Anytime kid. Just don't go running around or anything for a while. Ribs heal fast so don't screw them up in the meantime like I usually do."

Cassie's ears perked up at this statement, "Are you saying that you don't take care of yourself Dallas Winston?"

"Come here." Dallas said, grabbing Cassie's hand. He pulled up his shirt and put her hand on his side. "Feel my ribs."

She did so and was appalled. Dallas' side was knobby and ridged. The evidence of multiple poorly healed cracks and breaks. Even a scar where a rib had obviously come through the skin. She yanked her hand away like she'd been scalded.

"That's what happens when you don't let your ribs heal proper." he stated matter of factly, pulling his shirt back down.

"You're a piece of work Dallas." Cassie shook her head with a shudder.

He laughed at her and pulled out a cigarette. He lit it and pulled a big drag. He's uncomfortable. Cassie thought to herself. She was starting to realize that the cigarettes often came out when Dallas wanted to look cool instead of facing a reality he didn't like.

By now Soda was back in the kitchen finishing cooking supper. Cassie's stomach growled. She had forgotten what time it was. Now she felt ready to scarf down just about anything. It had been quite a day.

"Food's ready!" Soda yelled from the kitchen.

At that moment they all heard the familiar rumble of the Curtis truck pulling into the driveway. Sodapop cursed loudly once again. Darry was home earlier than they had expected.

They heard Darry whistling as he came up the walk. The front door swung open and Darry came striding in a pleased smile on his face. He hadn't yet noticed Ponyboy sitting gingerly on the couch.

"Got the job finished earlier than they expected. We even got a bonus for finishing it so quick. Smells good in here, watcha got cooking?" Darry sat down at the table to pull off his boots and finally saw Ponyboy.

He was back on his feet in a flash and squatted in front of Pony who was staring at him nervously.

"What happened to you Ponyboy?" Darry asked in a tight voice.

Pony looked helplessly over at Two-Bit who spoke for him. "We got jumped in the lot today Darry. It was the Socs from downtown. The ones Dally beat yesterday. They were out for blood. It was just Pony and I together, but luckily Dallas and Cassie drove by. Ol' Dally here helped run 'em off, but we got worked over pretty good."

Darry swore and then said, "How bad are you Pony?"

"A busted rib and two others cracked. Dally taped me up. I'll be alright." Ponyboy said trying to put on a tough face.

Darry stood up, his eyes hard and jaw tight with anger, "What about you Two-Bit? You alright?"

"I'll be sore for a while, but nothing serious." Two-Bit replied with a crooked grin.

"Good. This is the first time we've had trouble out here since we whipped them." Darry said still angry, "Guess that means our peace is over."

Steve let out a hard laugh, "Then we'll stomp them again!"

Darry let out a sigh and his shoulders drooped for a moment, "Yeah I guess we will. Look, I'm gonna take a shower quick. You need anything Ponyboy from the medicine cabinet?"

"Naw, I'm good Darry. Sodapop and Dallas got me all fixed up." Pony answered.

Darry nodded and left. The room let out a sigh of relief with his departure.

"Boy I thought that would have gone a lot worse." Steve commented drily.

Two-Bit gave a low chuckle, "I pity the Socs. If Darry ever get his hands on them their dead meat."

Sodapop came in from the kitchen carrying a bowl of green beans, "You know the only thing keeping Darry from being a Soc is us, right? Just be glad he's on our side."

The boys all nodded in agreement and walked over to the table where Soda was now finishing up bringing out the food. The talk was subdued giving Cassie a chance to think over Soda's words. She hadn't realized it before, but she could see it now. Darry had a different quality than the others. Maybe that's why he was their unofficial leader. Since Darry was still in the shower she decided to ask Dallas something she had been wondering about Darry.

"How come you all seem to be so careful about making Darry mad?" she asked.

Dallas laughed, "Cause he ain't afraid to use his muscles Cassie. He's got a temper and the strength to back it. Don't go around tellin' people this, but Darry could whip me."

Sodapop joined in grinning broadly, "He's got a real good heart, but somebody has to keep us all in line."

Now it was Cassie's turn to laugh, "I can see that. I wouldn't want that job."

The whole table cracked up at this. The boys made jokes about how wild greasers were that gave Cassie stitches from laughing. Eventually the conversation turned to the rodeo next evening. Darry soon joined them, cleaned up from his shower. He even got drawn in to the excitement and voiced his opinion of what he wanted to see while they were there.

It didn't take long for the banter to turn to girls. Come to find out, all the boys except Darry, had dates for the rodeo. Even Ponyboy. They teased Pony mercilessly when they discovered his secret. Cassie couldn't help, but giggle while they harangued poor Pony over finding a date. Suddenly, she looked up and found Darry staring at her intently, a small smile on his lips.

"Looks like everyone else has a date, Cassie." he said, his smile broadening, "We're the odd ones out. Want to go with me and even things up?"

Cassie's heart raced under Darry's blue eyes, "Sure, Darry. We can't let everyone else have all the fun."

Steve elbowed her, "Just don't let him be a stick in the mud. He thinks staying out late means being home by ten."

"That's cause some of us actually work for a living." Darry replied as he grabbed Steve's arm from across the table. He twisted it until Steve hollered. Steve yanked back his sore arm and muttered, "All brawn and no brains."

"What was that?" Darry asked in a dangerous tone, his eyes lit up with feisty fire.

Steve took off from the table only to be wrestled to the ground by Darry. He pinned Steve and then sat on him triumphantly. "Maybe that'll teach you some manners." He said in a jaunty tone before letting Steve up.

The others laughed heartily to Steve's chagrin. Supper was finished so they cleaned off the table and all but Darry headed for the living room. The clink of dishes could just barely be heard over the television as Darry started washing them. Cassie decided to abandon her usual spot next to Dallas to sit with Ponyboy.

"How ya doing Pony?" she asked as she sat down next to him in the big arm chair. Space was tight so she took care not to bump his side.

He gave her a small smile, "I've had better days, but I feel a lot better now that my ribs are taped."

"That's good. You think you're going to feel up for the rodeo tomorrow?" Cassie said in concern.

A huge grin spread across Pony's face, then he winced, "I'll be fine. Besides I worked awful hard to get this girl to go out with me. I'd hate to stand her up."

"Well then you better go." Cassie smiled back, "This girl must be someone special. What's her name?"

Ponyboy colored slightly, "Her name is Patty. She's real sweet, and smart too. Just moved here not that long ago. The thought of some of the greasers around here trying to pick her up really bothered me I guess. So that's why I asked her out. I don't want her to think that all greasers are dirty."

"That's really nice of you Pony. She's lucky to get a date with you." Cassie said looking him in the eyes, wanting him to see how proud she was of him.

This made Pony really turn red. He shrugged in reply then grimaced from the pain of moving.

"So what about you? What do you think about going out with Darry tomorrow?" Ponyboy asked lowering his voice.

Now it was Cassie's turn to shrug as she struggled to keep the heat from her cheeks, "I dunno… I feel like I always say the wrong thing around him and make him mad. I'm afraid I'll say something stupid so he hates me."

Ponboy gave her a hard look, then he sighed, "Not that long ago I wouldn't have said this, but things have changed. After our parents died, Darry and I couldn't get along for anything. Then the whole thing with Johnny and Dally happened. It was then I finally figured out that Darry really did care for me. We still don't get along perfect, but its better." here Pony carefully leaned into Cassie and whispered in her ear, "Just between you and me I think he really likes you."

Cassie couldn't help her eyebrows shooting up at this statement. She brought her mouth to Pony's ear, "But what if I make him mad again?"

"Don't worry about it. Darry needs a little shaking up. He'll get over it." Ponyboy said encouragingly.

Their whispering was interrupted by Two-Bit, "Don't you two know it's not nice to keep secrets?" he called out loudly.

Cassie cocked an eyebrow and glared at him, but said sweetly, "We were only talking about you Two-Bit."

Two-Bit laughed and replied, "I'm the best worst kept secret there is." he grinned so crazily at Cassie she couldn't help breaking into laughter.

She relaxed back into the chair watching everyone gathered around the tv. This group of young men had quickly become more than just friends to her. They might squabble and have their differences, but in the end they all still cared about each other. Cassie was surprised how protective of them she felt. They might not be the best or brightest, but she didn't care. They were her family.

For a moment Cassie was startled by how easily the word surfaced in her mind. But once she had thought it, she knew she was right. They were a family. A big smile spread slowly across her face till she was practically beaming. Dallas caught her eye and gave her a pointed look, clearly wondering what had her in such a good mood. In reply she shrugged her shoulders and gave him a sheepish grin. His eyebrows went up. Cassie knew she'd be hearing from him later.

All too soon Darry kicked everyone out for the night. The normal chorus of complaints was absent. They all wanted to be well rested for the next day. Dallas stuck around, watching silently while Cassie made up her bed on the couch.

Finally, he broke the quiet, shoving his hands deep into his jeans pockets, "What had you grinning like a fool earlier Cassie?"

She looked up at him with a small smile on her lips, "All of this."

"All of this." he repeated staring at her.

"You, the Curtis brothers, Two-Bit, Steve….you're all family now. I don't know how it happened so fast, but it did. I was smiling because I like it. You asked me earlier how I liked Tulsa so I've been thinking about ever since. Why do I like it? Because you're my family." Cassie spoke with a slight tremor in her voice.

She bit her lip as she saw her brother's reaction. A single tear slid down Dallas' cheek. His jaw clenched as he fought with his feelings. Then he was next to her wrapping her up tightly in his arms. Dallas never said a word, but Cassie could feel the emotions swelling inside him. He clutched her as if he was afraid she would disappear into the night. She hugged him back, trying to let him know that she loved him. Still silent he kissed the top of her head, released her, and stalked back to his room.

Cassie let out an enormous breath she hadn't known she was holding. With a cavernous yawn she laid down on the couch and snuggled into the covers. Contentment soon put her to sleep.

The next morning felt like the calm before the storm for Cassie. Darry, Soda, Steve and even Dallas went to work that day. Two-Bit was off to hunt up parts for his car in hopes that he could drive it for his date. Ponyboy stayed home to rest his ribs and Cassie kept him company. They spent the entire morning reading. There was something peaceful about reading in the same room as someone else. Pony sat in the chair and Cassie sprawled over the couch. Eventually, they both ended up on the porch swing outside. The noon sun warmed the air and the temperature was just right in the shade.

They were deep into their books when Ponyboy's stomach let out a loud rumbling growl. Cassie's head popped up from her book, her eyes wide.

"Was that you?" she asked trying not to giggle.

Ponyboy was already grinning, "I guess we should eat something. We can heat up some leftovers from last night."

"Sounds good to me." Cassie said as she stretched.

They got up from the swing and wandered into the kitchen. As they ate Ponyboy asked shyly, "Would you go down to the drugstore with me and help me pick out some cologne? Darry and Soda both share a bottle, but I want to try something different."

"Of course! That's actually something I can really help you with. Since my father is so wrapped up in the business world, he insists on ALWAYS making good impressions. That means appearance, all the way down to how you smell. According to him just wearing the wrong cologne can ruin a business deal. I'm impressed Pony. You're going all out tonight." Cassie teased him brightly.

Ponyboy smiled, but then a frown crossed his face, "I can't afford anything fancy Cas."

"You don't need to buy something expensive. You just want something that's you. I'm positive we can find a cologne to fit that." Cassie said encouragingly.

Pony cocked his head thoughtfully, "You don't think it's too much? Wearing cologne I mean."

Cassie shook her head, "Definitely not. You told me yourself you want to be different from the other greasers. This is a good start."

"But lots of guys wear it, Cassie." Ponyboy argued.

"Yeah, and I bet they wear the wrong kinds and too much of it. You on the other hand are going to be classy." Cassie said looking smug.

Ponyboy grinned at her surety, "Alright then. Let's head on down there. I don't want to take all afternoon. I'm supposed to meet Patty at the rodeo at four thirty. Remember Darry said he wants to leave around four so we have plenty of time to park when we get there."

"I remember. I have to admit I've still got butterflies about going tonight." Cassie answered as she picked up her plate and took it to the kitchen sink.

Pony had a huge grin plastered on his face as he stacked their plates and said, "I bet you'll have a great time. Gosh, you should feel lucky. Darry hasn't gone on a date since before our parents died."

Cassie turned beet red and hurried for the front door, "Thanks for adding the pressure Pony."

He laughed at her as they headed out of the house, "Quit worryin' so much. You'll be like Darry worryin' all the time. Then neither of you will have any fun, you'll both just worry the whole time!"

"Ponyboy Curtis if you're ribs weren't messed up I'd smack you." Cassie scowled at him with mock ferocity.

The two kept up their banter all the way to the drugstore. When they walked inside, they were trying unsuccessfully to hold back laughter from their previous conversation. Their mirth earned glares from the shopkeeper. Ponyboy led them to the aisle where a shelf stood filled with a variety of colognes and perfumes. The array of colorful glass bottles in all shapes and sizes was a confusing kaleidoscope to Pony, but to Cassie it was familiar territory.

"Alright Pony, just start out by smelling a few. Don't try any on yet." Cassie ordered as she gazed judiciously over the selection.

Ponyboy raised his eyebrows, but picked up the nearest bottle. He gingerly sniffed it. Immediately he wrinkled his nose and set it down quickly. "Too strong."

"Try another. They actually have a decent selection. Try to narrow it down to three that you like. Then you can actually try wearing them." Cassie lectured with her arms crossed.

Ponyboy repeated the process until he had gone through all of the bottles. When he was finished he took a step back and shook his head. "I think I know what three I like, but I gotta walk around for a minute. I feel lightheaded from all that sniffing."

Cassie nodded, "Take your time. It's actually good to clear your head. Otherwise they all start smelling the same. If you were at a fancy store they would give you something strong to clear your nose between trying each cologne."

She followed after Pony as he wandered around the store. Once they had made a loop around they headed back to the aisle, where Pony carefully pulled three bottles off the shelf. He set them aside, then looked at Cassie expectantly.

"Now what?" he asked.

"Now you test just the tiniest bit on yourself. Usually one on each wrist and then you can try one on your forearm. It's to get a feel of how it actually goes on you. Give them each another sniff and then you can usually decide." Cassie said peering at the bottles he had chosen.

Ponyboy gave her a dubious look, but did as he was instructed. He took the first bottle a tall, skinny one with a brass colored lid filled with an amber liquid and sprayed a small amount on his left wrist. The next bottle was a square of dark blued glass and looked nearly black with a silver lid. This he put on his right wrist. The last bottle was made of light blue checkered glass with a blue lid. He sprayed this bottle high on his right arm.

He smelled each in turn then made a face and turned to Cassie, "I feel like a pansy doing all this sniffin' and eyeing these bottles. Are you sure this is the way to pick out a cologne?"

Cassie let out a small snort, "I'm sure Ponyboy. Now let me try them! I'm curious to see if my favorite matches with yours."

Ponyboy shook his head, "I'm not sure which one I like yet, but go ahead and try em'."

Cassie repeated the same process as Pony on herself. Her brows were knitted and she pursed her lips as she painstakingly smelled each one. Finally, she seemed to come to a consensus. She smiled at Pony and asked, "Well, which one do you dig?"

Pony sighed, and paused thinking hard. Finally, he pointed, "I think I like the stuff in the light blue bottle. This sounds dumb, but it feels right, ya know?"

Cassie lit up, "Ha! That's the one I would have picked for you. It's not too strong, but you can tell it's there. It does fit you. That cologne has a smart vibe to it that doesn't come across as annoying. But it also doesn't say I'm a square either. Good choice!"

"Really?" Ponyboy gave a genuine laugh, "I didn't know a smell could tell you that much."

"Oh yes." Cassie said firmly, "You know how Dallas smells when he has just come out of the shower? He smells fresh, but he also has the dangerous air as if he's all ready to get into trouble. It makes you a bit nervous to be around him doesn't it? A lot of that comes from his soap, aftershave, and the cologne."

Ponyboy's eyes got big at Cassie's words, "Golly, I never thought about that before….you're right though. Cause Soda always comes out smelling like he's going to go out on a date. That's Soda's personality, excited all the time. I don't know how Darry does it but he ends up seeming all tuff and cool. That's kinda wild."

Cassie looked smug. "Exactly."

A huge, teasing grin came over Pony, "Maybe we should get you a little something too. I'm not the only one with a date tonight."

Cassie turned bright red and stuck her tongue out, "I think I'm just fine Pony."

"No really. My treat. It will surprise Darry." Ponyboy said as he started to comb through the perfumes.

Cassie buried her face in her hands, "I think I've surprised him enough," came her muffled voice.

Ponyboy ignored her and kept sorting through the perfume. In another moment he was holding out a small golden glass bottle. "I think this one is you." He stated handing it to her.

With a shrug of defeat Cassie took it, opened the bottle, and took a dainty sniff. A smile slid over her features and she shook her head.

"I must be a good teacher Pony. I hate to admit it, but this is exactly what I would have picked for myself," she said ruefully.

Now it was Ponyboy's turn to look smug, "Then I'm buying it."

Cassie groaned in protest, but the smile on her face said it was all for show. Pony took the two bottles up to the register and paid for them. The checker wrapped them gently and put them in a paper bag that Pony clutched earnestly as they walked down the street.

"I wonder what Dallas thinks of you going to the rodeo with Darry." Pony voiced his thoughts out loud, "I half expected him to jump across the table and start a fight when Darry suggested it."

Cassie tilted her head and shrugged her shoulders, "Beats me. I about died of shock when Darry asked me, to be honest. And then Dallas didn't put up a fuss. It really makes me wonder…." here she trailed off with a contemplative look.

Ponyboy wrinkled his nose trying to figure out what she meant. Suddenly he was slack jawed and his eyes got big, "You don't think they were in it together? Aww cripes…I think you're serious." he sputtered out watching Cassie's reaction.

"Yup. Somehow Dallas knew ahead of time." Cassie nodded seriously.

"Wonder how that happened," Pony asked thinking hard.

Cassie gave a sharp laugh, "You're guess is as good as mine. Dallas is crazy. For all I know it was his idea. Wouldn't that be wild?"

Ponyboy stopped dead and faced her, "Actually it wouldn't be. He and Darry may not see eye to eye, but ol' Dal isn't stupid. If other greasers see you going out with Darry they'll be more likely to leave you alone. I'd bet twenty bucks that Dally wants to make sure you stay away from greasers like Rusty Gordon or even Tim Shepard. He's protecting you."

"Well that makes me feel swell," Cassie planted her hands on her hips looking mad, "I don't want to go on a date just to stay out of trouble! I refuse to be just one more person for Darry to take care of. I feel guilty as it is staying with ya'll. Darry doesn't have to take me out. I'll be fine." she whirled away from Pony and ran down the road.

Awkwardly cradling his package, Pony chased after her. He raced ahead of her and cut her off at the front porch. His breath was short, but his eyes blazed fiercely, "For someone so smart, Cas your awful dumb. Darry would never have asked you to the rodeo unless he actually liked you. And quit thinkin' you're a nuisance! I've spent a fair amount of time thinking stuff like that and it ain't true. So knock it off, ya dig?"

Ponyboy was practically vibrating. He glared at her from the top step, daring her to dispute his words.

All of Cassie's anger deflated in the face of Pony's barrage. She seemed to shrink in front of him till he had uncovered the real Cassie beneath the bluster.

"I'm sorry Ponyboy." She said in a small voice, "You're right, I ought to trust Darry. I know you boys don't mind having me around. I'm not used to being accepted for just me I guess."

Hearing Cassie's heartfelt confession, Pony let go of his previous ferocity. He softened seeing the pleading look on her face. "It's alright. But if you really want to be smart, don't say things like that to Darry, savvy?"

"Roger that." Cassie let a smile creep over her features.

"Good. Now try and have some fun!" Ponyboy stepped out of Cassie's path and allowed her up the steps. "Would you want to help me figure out what shirt to wear tonight?"

Cassie nodded, bouncing after him, "You bet! But you'll be fine in just about anything. You're all lookers, the whole gang."

Going into the house Pony set the package carefully down on the table. He quirked an eyebrow at Cassie, "I think your pulling my leg."

"Nope! And I know you hate that your eyes are kinda green, but they make you dreamy Ponyboy Curtis." Cassie said, hopping around pulling off her shoes.

Pony burst out laughing, "I think you and Cherry Valance are the only two that have ever called me dreamy. And she didn't mean it the way you did."

"Well it's true." she assured him.

Ponyboy stood a little straighter after her comment, "I don't think I've ever had a girl tell me I was good looking and actually mean it."

"Then today is your lucky day." Cassie gave his arm a playful tug toward the kitchen, "Let's look at your clothes now. Then we can admire you in the mirror."

He allowed himself to be herded to his room where he started pulling out shirts from the closet. They spent a good hour trying to decide on what Ponyboy should wear. At long last, they settled on a fitted steel grey V necked t-shirt matched with dark blue jeans.

When Pony tried it all on Cassie let out an appreciative whistle. "Patty's gonna be the envy of every girl at the rodeo."

"Oh, you haven't seen Soda cleaned up yet. He'll have a group of girls following him by the end of the night." Pony said absently as he looked in the mirror, liking the reflection he saw.

Cassie giggled, "His poor date."

"That's how it always is." Ponyboy said matter of factly, still staring at the mirror. Suddenly he looked over at Cassie who was sitting cross legged on the bed, watching him. "What are you wearing tonight? I know Dallas took you shopping, but after getting jumped by the Socs I forgot."

A pink blush crept up Cassie's cheeks, "I got a dress. I didn't think Dallas was ever going to be satisfied with one that I liked, but eventually we agreed."

"Go try it on! I want to see it." Pony urged, wincing slightly as ran his hand over his sore ribs. Chasing Cassie earlier had not been the brightest idea.

She hopped off his bed and scurried away. In a few minutes Cassie returned wearing the blue paisley dress and belt.

"Wow, Dallas wasn't a woofin' when he picked that out." Ponyboy said smiling approvingly.

Cassie winked saucily at him cocking a hip, "That bad, huh?"

Pony got a crafty look, "Darry won't know what hit him."

"Then I guess I've got nothing to worry about." Cassie said spinning around so the dress flared out.

All too soon they heard the rumble of the old truck pull up outside the house. Footsteps and voices came clattering up the walk and through the front door. Cassie and Pony, still in their evening outfits, had both settled on his bed reading again. Cassie sat bolt upright at the noise, clutching the book to her chest. Her face was white.

"I can't do this Pony. I'm gonna die of nerves! I can just stay home. I don't mind at all."

Ponyboy hopped off the bed with a groan, "I gotta be more careful with these ribs." he said grumbling. He stood in front of Cassie smiling sweetly, "You'll have fun. I bet Darry is just as nervous as you."

At that moment the door was flung wide by Sodapop, who came bounding in. "Pony have you seen my blue button down?" he asked as he started digging through the drawers.

From the hallway the sound of the shower turning on came floating over Soda's chatter.

"Sure, Soda. It's in the closet." Pony replied absentmindedly. He had pulled a comb out and was now working on his hair in the mirror. Cassie sat quietly watching the two brothers, still holding tightly to her book. Soda turned to look in the closet and noticed Cassie for the first time.

"Hey, sorry I didn't see you there Cassie." he paused for second, "That dress is real nice. You and Darry are going to look awful good together. Maybe I shouldn't tell you, but he's a bundle of nerves. He told me he really wants to make sure you have a good time."

Ponyboy chimed in, "That's just what I said! Cassie's super nervous, Soda. Tell her it will all be fine."

"PONY!" Cassie snapped in exasperation, "You don't have to tell the whole world that."

Sodapop had found his blue shirt and pulled it from the closet. He tossed it on the bed next to Cassie, "Good thing I'm not the whole world then." he smiled at her. "Relax. Have a good time. Most of all be patient with Darry. He doesn't usually have time for fun. I think this may be the first time in over a month he's not working on a Friday night."

"Really?" she asked as her eyes got big.

"Really." Soda answered seriously, "Now close your eyes so I can change my pants quick. I'd send you out in the hall, but I know you'll want to make a grand entrance for Darry."

Cassie let out an unladylike snort and scrunched her eyes shut. She ran her fingers over the pages of the book she still held. The comfort of familiarity from this action soothed her anxiety.

"I'm decent." Sodapop declared and Cassie opened her eyes. Soda made a fine sight. He wore fitted dark colored jeans with an aqua blue button down dress shirt that he had left undone to reveal a white tank underneath. That accompanied by his gorgeous brown eyes and handsome hair made Cassie's breath hitch.

"Whew! You're easy on the eyes Sodapop Curtis." She said admiringly.

Soda gave her his sweet smile and replied, "I hope my date thinks so."

"I think any girl in town would be lucky to have you. Any of you boys for that matter." Cassie said honestly as she stood up from the bed setting the book down. "Mind if I borrow that comb quick, Pony? I'm not much good at doing my hair, but the least I can do is straighten out the tangles."

Ponyboy handed her the comb and she pulled it through her blond hair till it fell tidily around her shoulders. Her small frame was flanked on either side by the brothers as they gave themselves a once over in the mirror.

"Don't forget that perfume I bought you." Ponyboy said cheekily. Earlier he had brought the fragile package to his room, now he offered her the golden bottle.

Cassie took it gently and stared at it contemplatively for a moment. Soda laughed and knocked Ponyboy good naturedly on the shoulder, "Never would have guessed you'd play matchmaker Pony."

Waking from her reverie, Cassie threatened with a wicked smile, "If you two don't stop your teasing I'll spray your closet and drawers so you smell to high heaven like this stuff." here she brandished the bottle in their direction. "You'll be the sweetest smelling greasers in Tulsa."

Both boys pretended to cower in fear from her, laughing all the while. "That would be cruel." Pony said giving her puppy dog eyes, "Surely you're not that heartless?"

In response Cassie gave the boys a liberal squirt sending them howling with feigned indignation from the room. Their response sent her into paroxysms of mirth. Once her laughter had subsided, she realized she was no longer nervous. Squaring her shoulders, she carefully applied the perfume to herself. Then she ran the comb through her hair one last time to smooth it out again. Now she was ready.

Taking a deep breath she stepped into the hallway and walked down to the kitchen. All three Curtis' were standing around the table. Pony and Soda were so handsome standing next to each other all cleaned up and smiling at her. Then there was Darry. He wore a black muscle shirt that showed off his broad figure tucked into blue jeans identical to Soda's. Only his, Cassie thought, made him look like a boxer. Those long legs and trim waist matched with his wide shoulders were a deadly combination.

She hardly dared to meet his blue eyes, but when she did, she found they were locked onto her. Cassie gave him a small hopeful smile.

"I hate to break it to you boys, but I've got the prettiest date in town." Darry said without taking his eyes off Cassie.

Cassie turned pink, but her smile grew and her eyes lit up. Tentatively, she walked over to Darry. She stood in front of him with her hands clasped together looking up at him and said, "I'm ready to go."

"Then let's head out." Darry answered as a big smile crossed his own face. "It's going to be cramped in the truck. Hope you don't mind, but I think your going to have to sit on one of these two." He gestured to Soda and Pony.

Cassie shrugged, then smirked, "I don't mind. I just hope my backside isn't too bony."

The three boys cracked up at this as they went out to the truck. Cassie ended up on Soda's lap and he proclaimed, "You're so small I barely know your there."

Feeling slightly awkward, Cassie couldn't help but giggle. The truck rumbled to life and they drove off. Darry had been right to leave early. The parking was abominable. It seemed like everyone in town was at the rodeo. They were able to squeeze into a space just a few minutes before four thirty. Ponyboy had become more and more anxious while they waited to find a parking spot. When the truck doors opened, he shot out at a run to the front gates of the rodeo grounds.

"Guess he really does have a hot date." Sodapop said merrily as he watched Pony hustle across the parking lot.

Cassie suddenly looked up at him with concern, "Where's your date Soda? You aren't late are you?"

Soda grinned, "Steve picked up the girls and we're all supposed to meet out front here. I'm not worried. Steve and I have it worked out so I should have them beat by a good ten or fifteen minutes."

With a relieved look Cassie replied, "You guys are sure slick."

"We're greasers. Of course we're slick!" Sodapop cracked up causing even Darry to smile and shake his head.

"Ok little buddy, if I was you I would split before that mouth gets you in trouble." Darry teased good naturedly, hands on his hips, "It's about time I didn't have to share my pretty date with you."

Soda threw his hands in the air still laughing, "I know when to leave. I've got my own date to worry about." With that, he danced off in a fine mood.

Then it was just Cassie and Darry alone together. Cassie's treacherous heart suddenly jolted from nerves. All of her previous anxiety came rushing back. It was all she could do to keep from trembling she was so nervous. Darry turned to her. A soft, shy smile, different than any she had yet seen, crossed his features. He held out his hand for her to take.

Fighting against the butterflies, she reached out and placed her hand in his. He took her hand gently and together they started walking toward the rodeo grounds. Walking along, Cassie could feel the callouses and strength in Darry's hand. But in his warm strength he cradled her hand so carefully she wondered if he thought she was fragile.

She nearly blurted out the thought, but prudence held her back. Cassie didn't want anything to spoil her time so instead she gave his hand a quick squeeze. Darry's step faltered. He looked down at her and she gave him the sweetest smile she could muster. Something like surprise flitted through his gaze, but gave way to something else. He seemed to hold himself even taller under her admiration.

As they continued on to the rodeo ground gates there was pride in his step and he held her hand with more assurance. Cassie's heart still fluttered madly, but she evened her stride to match Darry. They were a fine sight coming up to the ticket booth.

Darry paid and then they were inside the rodeo grounds. "You hungry?" Darry asked, standing in front of Cassie, taking both her hands in his, "The races are first and we should probably grab something before we find a spot to watch Dally."

"Sure, I wouldn't mind." Cassie answered looking at the vendors around them.

"What would you like then? Anything you want." Darry said earnestly.

Cassie gave him a sheepish smile, "Will you think I'm cheesy if I ask for a corndog?"

Darry let out a bright laugh, "No! That would be fine. I like corndogs. Do you want anything else?"

She thought for a moment, then shrugged, "Maybe later. I think I'm too excited to eat much now."

"Then let's go find those corndogs." Darry pulled Cassie deeper into the rodeo grounds.

Following Darry, Cassie took in the sights around her. There were dozens of vendors of all kinds. Food stands with bright flashing signs sent delightful smells wafting across the breeze. Other shops sold cowboy boots of all kinds from sparkly dress boots to plain work style. Leather work sat out on display in a variety of forms. Delicately tooled saddles and beautiful purses covered in intricate beadwork were Cassie's favorites.

It didn't take long for them to find a stand and purchase their meal. Cassie munched contentedly on her corndog as she followed Darry through the maze of people. Ahead she could see the lights over the grandstands and just barely make out the rail of the track. They continued to thread between people until they reached the track. Here Darry took a hard left, going briskly up the stair way for the bleachers.

Soon Darry found open seats and they sat down. In front of them a few riders cantered around the track, warming their horses. Cassie strained to see if one of them was her brother. Darry noticed her careful observations and nudged her.

"Dallas will be wearing maroon. That's the Slash J's colors. I don't see those on the track yet. I found out earlier today that he's riding the first, third, and ninth races. Would you rather just watch the races or go see the rodeo that starts at seven?" he asked.

Cassie finished her last bite of corndog and thought for a moment, "I'd like to see Dallas' first two races, but I don't want to miss the rodeo."

"Sounds good to me." Darry replied. He waited a few heartbeats then said, "There's a dance after the rodeo's over. Would you want to stay for that or do you think you'll be ready to go home?"

Cassie could tell Darry was trying to be neutral on the subject, but there was a slight edge to his voice that told her he was nervous.

"If you think you can put up with me for that long, then I think I would like to stay." Cassie answered with a smile as she attempted to lighten his mood.

Her words had the desired effect. A feisty look lit Darry's eyes, "I think I can do that. I bet I can handle anything you throw at me."

Cassie cocked an eyebrow and tilted her head in an excellent imitation of Two-Bit, "Is that a challenge?"

"Only if you make it one." Darry declared with a Cheshire cat grin.

"I guess I'm going to have to step up my game then." she said pertly.

In response, Darry's smile got even bigger than before. He didn't say anything, but the look on his face spoke volumes. As quickly as it had come, Cassie's bravado left her. She could feel the flush rising in her cheeks so she averted her eyes from Darry to the track. She knew he was still casting glances her direction and hadn't quit smiling. They sat in companionable silence now as they waited for the race to begin. Cassie was glad Darry didn't try to fill the time with frivolous conversation. With most guys the silence would have been awkward, but not with Darry.

The announcer broke through her thoughts as he heralded the first race. Out on the far side of the track Cassie thought she saw a flash of maroon. Darry confirmed her guess when he pointed, "Look. That's Dally way over on the other side of the track. They'll be lining up any moment now."

Sure enough the riders came around the track and began to line up at the starting gate. Now Cassie could make out the form of her brother aboard a gold colored horse. The bright chestnut disappeared into the gate. The bell went off and six horses came driving out down the track. Cassie leapt to her feet for a better view. She knew that these races were just sprints, but a lot could happen in a short amount of time.

Dallas and the golden horse were right in the middle of the pack. They made the turn into the backstretch. The horses were bunched together jostling for a position. Dallas eased the bright nose out to the front of the pack. Then by a neck. Now almost the whole length of the horse was in front as they swept past the grandstands to the finish wire. But victory was not to be theirs. From the back of the mob a sleek bay came darting out. Bounding like a jackrabbit the bay overtook Dallas' chestnut and won the race.

Cassie hadn't even realized she had been yelling till she felt the hoarseness in her throat. Darry too had lent his voice to the crowd.

"That was a good race." he said looking down at her. "Dally had a great ride. His horse just couldn't make it."

"I had no idea he could ride like that." Cassie replied with her eyes still shining from the excitement.

Darry shook his head with a smile, "Your brother may not be the most law- abiding person in the world. In fact, he spends most of his time going out of his way trying to be illegal. But, when it comes to racing, he rides honest. You should be proud of him for that."

"Boy, I sure am! I'm really impressed." She settled back into her seat letting out a big sigh.

They watched the second race impatiently. When the third race finally started they were both on their feet again yelling madly for the rider in maroon. This time Dallas was on a long legged grey horse. From the beginning it was clear it was going to be a duel between the grey and a dark colored chestnut. The two ran neck and neck, riders bobbing up and down on their backs as they strained across the track.

As they came around the corner Cassie thought she saw the chestnut begin to flag. Then grey got its head out in front. The grey pushed forward a little farther, but the chestnut held on tenaciously head now at the grey's hip. From the stand she could tell that Dallas was encouraging his mount with everything he had. Now they came flying by the grandstands with the grey still in the lead and sweeping under the wire for the win.

Cassie let out war whoop and grabbed Darry's arm shaking him ecstatically. "That was awesome!" she said practically dancing.

He grabbed her as she nearly fell into the seats in front of them in her excitement. "Careful. Dally wouldn't want you hurt." Darry was chuckling and he pulled her back close to him.

"Thanks, Darry. I guess I'm already working on that challenge." Cassie gave him a sassy look.

His eyebrows shot up in response, then he quickly shot back, "We better get to the rodeo or else I'm going to have to tie you to your seat."

Cassie grinned at him and he shook his head. They filed back down from the bleachers mingling with the crowd. They walked through the maze of people till they could see the panels set up for the rodeo. On one side dozens of horses and riders milled about as they warmed up for their events. The bellowing of bulls and the shrill whinny of horses floated over the crowd.

They found Soda and Steve with their dates. The four scooted over to make room for Darry and Cassie. Cassie found herself wedged between Steve and Darry. Steve nudged her with a questioning look. She smiled and nodded in return, causing him to smirk.

The rodeo clowns pulled her attention from Steve with their wild antics. The music played loudly in the background and soon they were all coming to their feet for the national anthem. A cowgirl in a sparkly outfit galloped around the arena carrying the American flag. It snapped majestically in the wind as she raced. Thunderous applause swelled as the song finished and she came to a deep sliding stop.

The rodeo had officially started. From the bull riders to the calf ropers Cassie couldn't help but yell out her encouragement. When the barrel racers came tearing out of the gate she sat on edge as they flew around each barrel.

"That's Cherry Valance." Steve pointed out a girl with red hair. She was on a black horse and the next to run.

His comment sent Cassie's mind racing. Cherry had been the girlfriend of the boy Johnny had killed. She had played an important role in getting him and Ponyboy acquitted of the crime. Cassie eagerly watched as Cherry made a perfect run on the barrels.

"Boy she's somethin'." Steve whistled earning him a smack from Evie.

"I'd like to meet her sometime." Cassie said as she watched Cherry jog out her horse.

"Talk to Ponyboy." Darry replied, "I think he can figure out a way for you two to meet up."

For the next few minutes Cassie was lost in thought over Cherry. But when one of the barrel racers slid and fell, her attention came back to the rodeo. The rest of the rodeo went by in a blur. The excitement never died away from one event to the next. She found she was sad when they called the last calf roper's number over the loudspeaker. She could have sat there with her friends all night. All too soon it was over.

The group went and bought sodas to quench their thirst after yelling so much. Darry was back to his quiet self, but he seemed comfortable. They laughed and joked for a while as they finished their drinks. Suddenly Cassie realized that there was something important she needed to do.

Feeling a bit embarrassed she asked Darry, "Is there a bathroom somewhere?"

"Sure. Behind the racetrack grandstands. Follow me." he took off into the crowd.

Cassie hurried after him. She was disappointed to see there was a line for the ladies room.
"If there's something you want to look at now would be a good time." she said, "You really don't have to wait for me."

Darry gave her a thoughtful look, "Well I could use some new work boots. There's a tent over there that has some. I'll take a peek and then come back."

"Perfect. Hopefully the line will go quickly." Cassie nodded.

Darry turned and left Cassie in line. Thankfully the line was moving along. For a moment Cassie thought she saw Sylvia in the crowd. She gave a slight shudder. The girl was bad news and Cassie hoped she wouldn't have to cross paths with her anytime soon. She thought back to how angry her brother had been with Sylvia. She didn't blame him though. Dallas valued loyalty and Cassie did too.

Finally, it was her turn in the bathroom. Cassie was glad she hadn't had to wait much longer. She wasn't sure she would have made it! When she was done, she stepped out of the bathroom and looked around for Darry. She couldn't see him anymore in the tent. Cassie walked to the tent and began looking for Darry. Out of the corner of her eye she thought she saw someone disappear around the edge of the tent that looked like Darry.

Cassie sped after the figure only to find herself alone on the darkened backside of the tent. Sighing she turned around to go back. She found herself face to face with two rough looking young men. They were tall and rangy, with hard eyes and ripped clothes reminding her of Dallas. One had dark hair and the other was blond, but both were older. Closer to Darry's age than Soda or Dallas. She took an involuntary step back.

From behind them a honeyed voice said, "Looks like your all alone, sweetie. Nobodies around to come and rescue you."

The speaker stepped out into the open. It was Sylvia. Cassie's heartrate skyrocketed. How had Sylvia found her? she wondered as she took another step back. She found that she was now up against the wall of the tent.

"I've got no beef with you, Sylvia." Cassie said quietly as she studied her surroundings. There was nowhere for her to go. She could try to go through the wall of the tent, but something told her that would be even worse than standing up to her adversaries. To top it off they were far enough out of sight that no one would notice what was happening if they actually jumped her.

Sylvia let out a malicious chuckle, "Of course you do. I'm out for revenge and you're the best way to get back at Dallas Winston."

The two tall boys each took a step closer to Cassie, leering down at her. They could easily grab her now she realized nervously. Trying to appear unflustered she asked, "You think that because I'm his sister he actually cares about me? Shows how much you know. Dallas doesn't care about anyone except himself." Cassie lied smoothly.

The two boys lost some of their swagger. "You didn't tell us this was Dally's sister." The dark haired boy said with a growl, turning to Sylvia. "You said this was his new girl. It's one thing to work over his girlfriend, but his sister? He's gonna kill us."

Sylvia grew livid at this statement. She soundly cussed out the two boys, "What are you, cowards?" she spat at them, "I didn't pay you to argue with me. If you do this job you'll get more than just cash if you know what I mean." Here she cocked her hip and flicked her hair over her shoulder suggestively.

This exchange was all the distraction Cassie needed. She was able to slip her hand unnoticed into a pocket of her dress. Her fingers closed over something cold and metal. She knew any moment their attention would be drawn back to her. Seizing her chance she acted.

Meanwhile Darry was looking for Cassie. She clearly was out of the bathroom, but he couldn't find her anywhere. He had already walked through the tent selling boots twice. He paced back and forth outside the front of it hoping to catch a glimpse of her in the crowd. Darry felt sure that Cassie would not have left him. She might be a spitfire, but that wasn't her style. A sense of foreboding filled Darry.

Some sixth sense suddenly told him to check behind the tent. Part of his brain asked why on earth she would be back there, but he knew he wouldn't have peace of mind till he had checked. Darry stepped around the corner of the tent and froze.

There was Cassie, pinned by two large boys he knew were from the Brumley outfit. Both had been his class mates before they had dropped out of school. And standing their arguing with them was Sylvia. None of them noticed Darry's presence.

"Fine." The dark haired boy, who Darry recalled was named Jessie, said with a snarl. Without another word Jessie made a grab for Cassie who did the last thing Darry ever would have expected. Quick as a flash she had a switchblade out of her pocket and in her hand.

Darry's jaw dropped even as Cassie pivoted to avoid Jessie. Instead of him grabbing her, she brought the knife across his arm leaving a bright streak of red behind. He seemed shocked that she had cut him hesitating long enough for Cassie to make her next move. Sidestepping him neatly she seized his other arm wrenching it behind him and in the same motion bringing the switchblade against his throat.

Shock was written across Jessie's face at his predicament. Due to the height difference he was forced to bend backwards awkwardly to avoid getting cut. Fear crept into his eyes as Cassie pushed the knife harder under his chin when he tried to wriggle from her grasp. The other two seemed unable to move they were so surprised. But seeing his friend in need galvanized the blond boy into action. He reached into his own pocket where Darry suspected he too carried a blade.

Darry took a step aggressively forward, "I wouldn't do that if I were you." he coldly addressed the blond boy. He couldn't remember his name, but he knew that boy would remember him.

Three pairs of eyes flashed Darry's direction. He noted proudly that Cassie completely ignored him, instead focused on keeping Jessie in check. Jessie and the blond both went pale. Darry continued in a low growl, "Leave my girl alone. If you don't, I'll break your arms. All of you." he turned his head to Sylvia, giving her a dirty look.

From his strained position Jessie babbled, "We didn't know she was your girl Darrel. We would never have agreed to any of this. It's all her fault." He rolled his eyes Sylvia's direction.

Now the blond boy was looking frightened and angry, but not at Darry. His sights were set on Sylvia. "You lied to us!" he said with a stammer, "First you said this was Dally's girlfriend and it turns out she's his sister. Now we find she's Darrel's broad. You are out to get us killed!"

"I want revenge." Sylvia hissed drawing herself up, "And I will do whatever I have to, to get it. You two really are cowards. Think of the reputation you could have for getting the best of Dallas Winston."

Now it was the blond's turn to be cold, "Wouldn't be worth it. We'd be stiffs." With that he walked away, leaving Sylvia fuming with rage and Jessie looking even more frightened than before.

Darry stepped forward so he was between Sylvia and the other two. "Jessie, I'm gonna tell Cassie to let you go. You can choose to get out of here in one piece or if you try any funny business I will skin you alive. Got it?" he said in a sinisterly calm voice.

Jessie swallowed nervously and gave the tiniest of nods in response. With that acknowledgement Darry said to Cassie, "Let him go now. He won't hurt you."

Cassie brought the knife down to her side and released Jessie's arm. The moment he was released, big boy took off at a run not even bothering to look back. Darry then turned to Sylvia who looked like she was about to explode.

"If you know what's good for you Sylvia, you will drop this whole business of getting back at Dallas. You are asking for trouble. I'm feeling generous tonight so I'm not going to tell him about what happened here. Because if he ever finds out, he might very well kill you." There was such quiet conviction in his voice that Cassie felt chills run up her spine just listening to him. She also knew that Darry was right. Her brother's temper was volatile and he was remorseless.

For the first time Sylvia seemed to blanch. Without a word she glared at the two of them, then turned and stomped away. When she was gone Cassie let out an enormous breath. Suddenly she was extremely conscience that she still held her switchblade. Her mind spun fearfully. What did Darry think of her carrying a blade? And that she had used it. Without warning she started trembling all over. She couldn't stop it, she was that nervous.

Darry's gaze turned back to Cassie. The sight of her with a knife in hand was still a shock to him. The switchblade didn't seem to fit the girl he thought he was getting to know. He saw her small form shaking and he noted the frightened look in her eyes. His anger over the attack was immediately replaced with concern. "Are you alright Cassie?" He took her trembling hand trying to reassure her.

"I…I'm so sorry Darry. I know you don't like blades. I shouldn't have been carrying one." Cassie stuttered suddenly seeming smaller than ever before. Pony's words about Darry carrying on about switchblades echoed in her head.

Darry pulled back as if she had slapped him. A million thoughts crowded his head all at once. Disappointment was the strongest. He ran his hand through his hair, tousling it. He hated that girl standing in front of him was afraid of him in that moment.

"Cassie if you hadn't been carrying a switch you probably would have been hurt. Now I may not approve of carrying weapons, but that doesn't mean that I'm mad at you." Darry said carefully, "In fact, I'm proud of how you handled yourself. I didn't know you could do that. It didn't seem like something you would know how to do."

She didn't reply so he shoved his hands in his pockets and stared at the ground. He wished he could take back all the times he had hollered warnings at his brothers about knives. Standing here with Cassie like this wasn't worth it.

Pulling himself together he continued in a strangled voice, "I guess we should find Steve or Two-Bit. They could take you home."

Feeling empty he started to turn away, when Cassie's voice stopped him. "Did you really mean it earlier? When you said that I was your girl?"

Nerves jangling he cast a hopeful gaze back at her, "Yeah, I did."

"And you actually were proud of me standing up for myself?" she nearly whispered.

"Of course. You acted real smart just now. That was somethin'." Darry met her eyes and nodded approvingly.

Cassie stooped to the ground, wiped her blade off in the grass and spoke, "I've never actually done anything like that in real life before. I've spent a lot of time learning how to fight and protect myself, but this was the real thing. It was terrifying."

She stood back up and put the knife back in her pocket. She wasn't shaking anymore which Darry took to be a good sign.

He answered her, "Fights are rough. When it's skin on skin it's not so bad. But when weapons get involved people get hurt." Darry sighed and rolled his shoulders, "I guess I'm not too keen on blades because if my brothers got caught using one they'd split us up. But I do think that they have a use. Tonight you needed yours."

Cassie nodded, but kept her head down.

"It's my fault you freaked out about using your switch anyway. I've yelled at Ponyboy one too many times about them. I don't think less of you for having one. Especially, after what just happened." Darry said, putting the whole truth in front of Cassie.

He wouldn't blame her if she was mad at him. So he was surprised when she gave a soft answer to his confession.

"Oh Darry, I know you just want what's best for your brothers. I guess I'm just trying to hard to not make trouble for you. I feel awful when it seems like I do the wrong thing, because I'm your guest. You don't need anymore problems than what's already on your plate." Cassie bit her lip and looked chagrined.

Darry felt a surge of exasperation mixed with empathy rise in him. "I sure wish you would stop thinking of yourself as trouble Cassie. Dallas is trouble, but you're just the opposite."

"Well you're the first person to say so." Cassie snapped at him with a bitter look.

Darry cocked his head and studied her hard. He wanted to let his temper fly and shake sense into her, but that wouldn't help. She wasn't like the rowdy gang of boys that he normally kept in line. His mind raced over everything he knew about Cassie. As he thought, an idea suddenly dawned on him.

"Your father blames you, doesn't he? For what happened to Dallas." he spoke slowly as he felt out the idea.

Her face grew pinched at his words and there was turmoil in her eyes, "Yes. He doesn't actually care about Dallas though. Instead he feels like I robbed him of a potential business partner. Father has a perfect business empire, but no son to pass it on too."

"What about you though? Couldn't he give it all to you?" Darry asked in confusion.

Cassie rolled her eyes, "He could. But that's not how the big shots play the game. It's a man's world. For the last year and a half he's been trying to marry me off. Then he would at least have a son in law. But I won't have any of it. I'm not going to be someone's trophy wife or an air headed socialite."

Another thought hit Darry, "Does your father even know you're here? And does Dallas know all this?"

"Father thinks I'm at a stockbroker conference here in Tulsa. He has no idea what I'm actually doing. Dallas does NOT know that father blames me. He already hates his guts so I don't want to give him any more fuel for that fire. I have told him about all of the attempts to pawn me off though." Cassie answered shifting uncomfortably.

Darry digested this information, seeing Cassie in a new light. Finally, he spoke, "I realize you haven't known the gang for very long, but I hope that you know that we are your friends. We take that seriously."

"I can see that." Cassie said gratefully and her eyes shone with unshed tears.

Holding out his hand Darry asked, "What do you think about having a dance with a friend?"

A million watt smile, brightened Cassie's face, "I think that would be mighty fine."

She took Darry's hand and they headed back out into the rush of people walking through the rodeo grounds. The large dining hall on the grounds also doubled as the dance hall. Most of the tables had been cleared from the floor leaving a large open space. The room was packed with people and a live band played spirited rockabilly music.

Darry immediately pulled Cassie onto the dance floor. They danced energetically to three songs then enjoyed the breather of a slow dance. Cassie allowed Darry to draw her in close to him. A thrill of elation ran through Darry when she delicately laid her head on his chest as they danced. He rested his cheek on her soft strawberry blond hair, inhaling her sweet smell. She was intoxicating. Darry had had his share of girls in the past, but none of them had bewitched him like this.

He was at war with himself. Here in his arms was the kind of girl he had always dreamed about. Yet he wasn't sure that they could realistically bridge the gulf that separated them. Darry had meant what he said earlier about Cassie being his girl. Every fiber of him was now sure that's what he wanted. But was he really the best for Cassie?

His resolve broke when a sigh escaped from Cassie and she nuzzled deeper into his chest. How could he say no to something that was finally good after all that had happened? This was the first time since his parents had died that Darry had truly allowed himself to relax and enjoy something just for him. Everything might be different tomorrow, but for tonight he was going to forget responsibility.

Darry held Cassie close, losing himself in her aura as they swayed to the music. He could have stayed there all night with her out on the dance floor. When the song ended and the band stopped for a quick break, he found it agonizing to break the trance they had been in. He reluctantly led Cassie over to a table where they sat down.

Darry suddenly felt shy, sitting with her. He knew that they had been seen together by enough people, grease and Soc alike, that the gossip would be spreading like wildfire. Darrel Curtis didn't go out on dates, and he certainly didn't go out with a girl that here in Tulsa, would have been considered a Soc if not for Dally. Darry risked a nervous glance at Cassie.

He was rewarded with a smile of complete adoration from her. She didn't say anything, just smiled. Her smile made him feel brave again.

"What are you smiling about?" he teased, trying to look innocent as if he didn't know.

Cassie managed to make her smile even brighter, "I'm smiling because I've got the best date in town. Maybe in all of Oklahoma."

"Is that so?" he countered as he rested his elbows on the table and leaned in closer to her.

She mimicked him, so they were only inches apart. "Well I've heard rumors that you're quite a catch so it must be true."

"And you always believe rumors?" he scowled with mock ferocity, as he tried to keep from laughing.

Cassie gave him her sassiest grin, "That's up to you to figure out."

Her answer and smile were so contagious that Darry couldn't help but smile back. In a moment they were both overcome by fits of laughter over their conversation. Their merriment was interrupted abruptly by the appearance of Ponyboy. He came running through the crowd nearly falling on Darry in his haste. When he recovered himself he was white as a sheet.

"Come quick! Dally's in a fight and it's bad. He's gettin' cut up. He's plum wore out from racing tonight and he's taking a beating because of it." Pony shoved the words out as fast as he could.

All the cheer went out of Cassie and Darry. An icy chill went down Darry's spine. "Common then, let's go!" he stood up from the table nearly knocking his chair over. He and Cassie raced after Pony who was already weaving through the crowd.

He called out to his brother as they ran, "What happened? How did it start?"

Pony looked back, "If you remember Dally never told us who is date was tonight. He just said he had one, that's all. His date was Cherry Valance."

Darry didn't care much for cussing, but at this news he let out a string of curses that he would normally never utter. "Is he trying to get jumped? What was that fool headed idiot thinking!" he asked angrily to himself as much as Ponyboy.

"Well that's what happened." Pony replied, "Some Socs saw them together and it didn't take much for a fight to break out."

"Why on earth did Cherry ever agree to go out with him tonight anyway?" Darry said heatedly.

At this Ponyboy got a funny look on his face like he knew more, but wasn't going to answer, "I don't know. You'd have to ask her I guess."

Darry swore again as they pushed through the crowd. He looked back at Cassie. Her face was pinched and her lips were set in a hard line. He could see that her eyes raged with anger and worry. He understood the feeling all too well. How many times had he worried over his brothers?

They were around the back of the dance hall now and Darry could hear the sound of a scuffle. A large air conditioning unit blocked their view, but he knew what was happening on the other side. He was sprinting now, chasing after Pony. Behind him he sensed Cassie was still keeping up.

He flew around the corner and nearly ran into a stocky Soc. He grunted in surprise, but took advantage of the moment. A thunderous right hook downed the Soc. There were four more boys. Three were harrying Dallas while the fourth held a struggling Cherry Valance.

Two of the three boys had blades and though Dally too had one, they were clearly winning. Dallas was slashed all over his arms and he had a big stain of red on his shoulder. Darry could tell right away that it was giving him trouble because Dallas couldn't seem to raise it all the way.

Darry knew he would have to be very careful. His odds of getting cut were high. He didn't relish the idea of sporting a set of pretty knife cuts to work on Monday. His boss was good to him, but he was a Soc that didn't hold with fights. He kept his work crew clean and fights and drunkenness got you fired.

As these thoughts flashed through his head, Dally managed to knock the blade from one of the Socs. He piled into him with fists and blade. Darry took the moment to jump the remaining knife wielder. He socked the boy hard in the side while grabbing his wrist and wrenching it back so his opponent was forced to drop the knife.

Now Darry was on even ground. He grabbed the boy's collar while keeping a tight grip on the wrist already in his possession. A sharp tug back was all it took to dislocate the Soc's arm and drop him howling in pain. Meanwhile Dally had gotten a good cut on his own opponent, but the second Soc was laying it on fast and heavy on Dally's back.

The first boy staggered back clutching his side and Darry saw blood dripping through his fingers. Dallas whirled around and went after the Soc raining blows from behind him. Darry came at the Soc at the same time. Together they drove the boy back. He was a fierce fighter, and unlike most of Socs didn't back down when he saw that he didn't stand a chance.

Dally dropped his blade, opting for his fists. Darry and Dallas were ruthless in their attack. Their tenacity drove the Soc back, but it was only after taking a punch that all three could clearly hear the crack of ribs, did he finally give up and run.

Then Darry remembered Cassie and Cherry. He was unsurprised to see that Cassie had sent the Soc packing. He grinned when he saw the look of consternation on Dally's face when he realized what his sister had done. Cassie was talking to Cherry in a low voice, obviously making sure that she was unhurt. However, she now turned her attention to Dally.

"You're hurt, you idiot!" Cassie exclaimed, rushing to her brother. Her face was lined with worry and she reached out and gingerly reached for his shoulder.

Dallas pulled away from her and glared at her sourly, "Oh ya? How can you tell?"

Darry could see the anger build in Cassie's small frame, but her words were smooth.

"How bad is your shoulder Dallas? It looks like it's a hospital trip."

For a moment Dallas sagged. He seemed about to give in, but then he pulled himself together. "It's a bad puncture wound and some broken ribs. I'm not going to the hospital. Too expensive and the cops will be after me if I show up there."

Darry heard Cassie's breath hitch. Then she replied slowly. "I can take care of the bill. And I can keep the police off your back. I think you should go in."

"I'm not taking your bleeping handouts. What do you think I am? A charity case? And I will NEVER be caught hiding behind your skirts from the law." Dallas practically snarled at his sister in reply. His face was contorted in a dangerous combination of pain and anger, a look that would have sent most people running.

Cassie didn't run. Instead she drew up her small frame and scowled back with such aggressiveness that Darry couldn't decide which sibling was going to back down.

Her words were icy, "If you won't go to the hospital then go home Dallas E. Winston. NOW. I'm not going to tell you again."

Dallas called his sister a rude name that made Darry bristle, but to Darry's shock Dallas turned and limped away. Everyone was silent as they watched Dallas' retreating frame.

Ponyboy came over to Cherry and Cassie. He had stayed well out of the fight, knowing he would have been more trouble than help.

"Are you alright Cherry?"

The pretty red head shuddered and nodded. Tears slipped down her face as she answered, "I'm fine, just shook up. I feel terrible. This is all my fault. I should never have agreed to come to the dance." She gave a quiet sniff and composed herself, "I just wanted to live a little ya know? To not be confined by the boundaries of Soc or greaser."

Cassie's answer gave Darry a start, "I understand completely Cherry. I know I should probably be mad at you for getting Dallas jumped, but I'm not. I get it."

Darry did not. He was mad at Cherry and Dally for their stupidity. What had made them think going out together was a good idea? Besides he thought Cherry hated Dally. Apparently there was more to that story, but he wasn't in the mood to hear it. He desperately wanted to rip into Cherry, but again he held back for Cassie's sake. Instead he settled for a cold glare.

Cassie glanced at him and caught his eye. He saw that she too was angry, but there was also pity and something else he couldn't read. Her gaze helped him to swallow back his feelings and instead try to allow compassion for Cherry.

"Dallas talked a lot about you tonight." Cherry said, speaking to Cassie. "I'm glad I got to meet you. I'm sorry that we met like this though." Here another tear slid down her face.

Cassie sighed heavily, "I'm sorry too. I also wanted to meet you. I want to hear things from your point of view. Maybe we should try and see each other again some other time."

"I'd like that." Cherry replied wiping the stray tear. "We could meet at Miller's Park during the day. Nobody can get after us for that."

Darry couldn't stand it any longer and butted in, "I can. It's foolishness after what just happened tonight. Even during the day."

Cherry looked hurt by his words, but Cassie simply crooked her eyebrow at him. "The park is neutral ground. It's very public. If you're that worried you can come along if you'd like Darry."

Her words stymied him. He had little interest in sitting around waiting for two girls to chat, even if it meant he was protecting Cassie. He struggled for an answer. Finally, he settled on a stern glower.

"I have to work." He said sharply, "If you really insist on meeting, then at least go on a morning."

"We'll do that." Cassie walked over to him and put a hand placatingly on his arm. "Thank you."

Darry could feel a bad attitude creeping over him despite Cassie's gentleness. Her reasonableness got on his nerves. He scowled at the ground, at odds with himself. Part of his brain screamed out who was this strange girl that she dare go against him. While the other half of him, the part that had thrilled during their dance, told him that Cassie would be fine. This was why he didn't go out with girls. They made him question too many things. Keeping all of this to himself he simply harrumphed in response.

Cherry took this as her chance to leave. "Thank you for rescuing Dallas, Darry. I better get back to my trailer to see about my horse. Thank you Pony and Cassie too. It was nice to meet you."

The three chorused their goodbyes and Cherry quickly left.

"I think it's time we went home." Darry said tiredly as the adrenaline rush from the fight bottomed out.

"Let me say goodnight to Patty and I'll meet you at the truck." Ponyboy spoke quickly, "I kinda left her hanging when I saw Dally in trouble."

Darry nodded. Too worn out now to argue with his brother. Pony bounded off in search of his date leaving Cassie and Darry alone. They said nothing, both lost in their own thoughts. Cassie took Darry's hand and they headed back for the truck. The tension in her grip startled him. He looked over at her and saw that she was still angry. Clearly she was not upset with Cherry or else the previous conversation would have ended differently. Instead, he guessed she was mad at Dally.

Darry was no longer angry. He had retreated back into his shell of cool seriousness, but by the time they had reached the truck he was beginning to worry for Cassie. She had kept her grim countenance and he could sense the ire within her.

"How's Soda going to get back?" she asked in an attempt to make conversation.

"He and Steve will take their dates home in Steve's car. He told me beforehand that Steve would drive him home."

Cassie nodded and replied in a flat voice, "I see."

They got in the truck and waited on Ponyboy. Cassie slid over so she sat next Darry. She was stiff from her internal conflict, making Darry unsure of what he should do. Letting go of his own aggravations he tentatively slid his arm around Cassie. At first she stayed rigid and unyielding under his touch. She held all of her anger tightly inside her.

Then ever so slowly he felt her relax. It was tiny fractions of release. Her breathing evened out and her hands slowly uncurled from the fists she had unconsciously made. Her last acquiescence was to lean her head on his shoulder and release a quiet sigh.

Darry rested his chin on her head watching for Ponyboy. He wanted to pull Cassie in closer, to hold her and tell her that everything would be alright. But that would come with time. Time he probably didn't have he realized with a sick feeling. Cassie could leave at any time. She had never specified how long she wanted to stay.

Dally's behavior tonight may have even pushed her far enough from him that she would leave in the morning. Darry didn't want Cassie to leave. He also was too proud to ask her to stay. So he sat miserably with his arm around her both enjoying and despising her presence. When Ponyboy came to the truck, Darry found relief in his arrival.

He now had an excuse to let go of Cassie so he could drive. It was a bittersweet drive back to the Curtis residence for Darry. He didn't care that Pony had seen him embracing Cassie. Ponyboy wouldn't razz him about it the way the rest of the gang would. Even Soda would have teased him a bit, but Pony was good at keeping things to himself.

When they pulled up he could see that Cassie was relieved at the sight of the red T-bird parked out front of the house. They walked inside and saw no sign of Dallas. Darry checked Dally's room and found the door closed. Satisfied he came back to the living room where Cassie was beginning to make up her bed on the couch, though she was still in her dress.

She really was beautiful in it. His words failed him as he watched her. Cassie noticed him and set down the blanket she had been about to spread over the couch. She walked over to Darry and stood in front of him a nervous look on her face. His heart sank in fear at her tentative gaze and he let seriousness mask his face again.

She started out slowly, "Thank you for the evening Darry. I had a wonderful time." she stopped as if grappling with something, "I'm awful sorry about what happened with Dallas. He makes me so mad." Here she trailed off again. Then she stammered, "I…I…really like it here Darry. If you don't mind, I'd like to stay here a while. I don't know how long, but however long it takes to get through to my brother I guess."

Elation lit up Darry's insides, but he held it in. One date and a romantic dance didn't equal all of her affection. Even if she did like the idea of being his girl. He allowed a big smile to cross his face as his concession.

"You are welcome to stay as long as you want Cassie. We're all glad to have you."

Some of us more than others. He wanted to add. He was rewarded with a look of contentment and relief that spoke volumes.

"Again, thank you." Cassie said quietly. She stood watching him as if she wanted to cross the space between them, but neither moved.

Instead they said awkward goodnights and headed their separate ways. The next morning was Saturday and the Curtis house stayed quiet long into the morning as everyone slept off their late night. Cassie was the first to get up. She had slept in Ponyboy's sweatshirt and old pants last night and the worn feeling of the material was comforting. She padded to the kitchen and set about making breakfast.

Soon bacon was sizzling and over a dozen eggs were frying. Cassie hummed softly to herself as she cooked. Slowly the rest of the house came awake as the aroma of breakfast wafted through the house. Soda came in first. He was bleary eyed and headed straight for the TV in the living room. Darry was next. He stood in the kitchen and yawned deeply. Cassie couldn't help but wonder if he would come over and hug her. He sure looked like he wanted too. But he only smiled and went out to grab the paper.

Ponyboy came out shirtless with his hair a mess. He mumbled a good morning and started helping Cassie cut up some fruit to go with their breakfast. They heard the front door slam and the voices of Steve and Two-Bit came noisily from the living room. In another ten minutes they had everything on the table. The gang swooped in hungrily and took platefuls back into the living room to watch the Saturday morning cartoons.

Cassie piled a plate high with food and set it aside for her brother. She was starting to get worried about Dallas. It was nearing eleven and the noise and smells of breakfast hadn't roused him. She walked quickly to his room. She cracked the door open and stuck her head inside.

Dallas was sprawled facedown across the bed in only his underwear and the bandage over his ribs. Cassie colored slightly but said in a friendly voice, "Dallas. Wake up. There won't be any breakfast left if you don't come now."

Dallas stirred, then moaned as he slowly sat up in bed. Cassie noticed two things immediately. The first was that her brother was unnaturally pale. The second was that his left arm was swelled to nearly twice its normal size. His eyes had an unfocused, glazed look that made Cassie wonder if he had a fever.

Suddenly he staggered to his feet and pushed past Cassie. He beelined for the bathroom, just making it in time to puke in the toilet. Cassie caught the moment after when he reeled and collapsed onto the floor.

Cassie was next to her brother in a heartbeat. Her hand flew to his head and found him burning up. The acidic stench of vomit filled the bathroom and she quickly flushed the toilet.

"Dallas we've got to take you to the hospital. Your arm is infected and it's made you sick." she spoke seriously to him as she cradled his face in her hands.

"Gimme a washcloth will ya?" Dallas replied, not answering her question.

Cassie grabbed a washcloth from the shelf and wetted it down in the sink before handing it to her brother. He took it with his good hand while the left hung limply at his side. Cassie now had a chance to look closer at the injured arm. Dallas had patched the puncture with a large gauze pad, but it was clearly infected judging by the swelling around it.

"I've got to pull your bandage off." Cassie said grimly eyeing his shoulder. She was afraid of what she would find underneath.

Dallas nodded and covered his face with the cool wet cloth. Cassie yanked off the bandage as quick as she could and was impressed when her brother didn't even flinch. What had been hidden under the bandage made Cassie grimace in disgust. The edges of the wound were an angry red, but she was more upset by the inside. The puncture was filled with a bloody, pussy mixture that now oozed down Dallas' arm as the bandage no longer kept it in check.

"DARRY!" Cassie yelled loudly in alarm. Her tone brooking no nonsense.

Darry came bounding from the living room. When he saw the siblings sitting on the floor of the bathroom he let out a choice word. It was the second time in less than twenty four hours his tongue had got the better of him.

"Do I need to start the truck?" he asked as he crouched down next to Cassie and her brother.

"No." Dallas growled weakly. He pulled the damp washcloth from his face and glared at them. "I ain't going to the hospital."

Cassie shared an exasperated look with Darry. Then she sighed. "I can try and fix you up Dallas, but you won't like it. The hospital will be gentler and you would heal quicker."

"I won't go." Dallas said stubbornly. He groaned and carefully pulled himself farther upright. "Do whatever you have to. I can take it."

Cassie's eyes darkened at his answer and her face turned dour. "Fine. Then the first thing your going to do is get back to your room and put some pants on. And I want you in bed. You're burning up. Don't worry about a shirt though. We have to work on that shoulder of yours."

Dallas nodded weakly. Reaching for the edge of the bathtub he tried to pull himself up. His injured arm gave out on him and he collapsed.

"Let me help." Darry said stepping over Cassie. She scooted out of the way as Darry grabbed Dallas and hoisted him upright eliciting a sharp hiss of pain from Dallas. Once standing, Dallas tottered unsteadily back to his room.

"What do you need from us Cassie?" Darry asked as soon as Dally was up.

Cassie stood up from the floor. She straightened out Pony's sweatshirt and set her jaw in a thoughtful line.

"What's the strongest painkiller you have in the house? We need to get it in Dallas ASAP."

"We've got some leftover codeine cough syrup from when Soda had pneumonia. But that's not really meant to be a pain killer." Darry answered mulling over the options in his head.

"Actually, that's perfect. He needs to take a double dose." Cassie's tone was pleased.

Darry eyed her in concern, "Is that a good idea? The doctor was pretty strict on what we should give."

"He'll be fine. In fact, he will be a bit high. Which is what I want. If he won't go to the hospital we've got to clean out that wound somehow and that's going to hurt like crazy. This will take the edge off." Cassie glanced at him wryly, "In case you are wondering I think it's a terrible idea, but Dallas is being an idiot so this is the best I can do."

"Well I don't like it, but I think you're right. What else do you need?" Darry crossed his arms and leaned against the sink.

Cassie a short bark of laughter, "You're going to really think I'm a kook. I need someone to run to the store and buy flaxseed. At least a pound or so."

Amusement danced in Darry's eyes, "Yup, you're crazy. What do you want with flaxseed?"

"You guys have a coffee grinder right?" Cassie replied.

"Sure. But that doesn't answer my question." Darry challenged.

Cassie winced and grimaced, "I'm going to make a poultice with the flaxseed. Once the wound is cleaned as best as we can get it, the flax poultice will pull the rest of the nasty out. It works, but you usually end up with a bad scar."

Understanding suddenly dawned on Darry's face. "Our grandfather owned a farm way back and he would talk about making something like that for abscesses in his horses' feet. I never thought about it for people. Makes sense though. Well, I'll send Soda and Steve to the store. I better have them get more bandage stuff too."

"Same concept. It's an absolute mess, but it seems to work." Cassie rolled her eyes. "I could just about wring his neck."

Darry raised an eyebrow at this statement, "I wanted to do that last night when he cussed you out."

"Join the club. And for the record he is a greaser. What else do you expect?" Cassie seemed to sag as she peeked sadly around the corner at the door to Dallas' room.

"You know I'm a greaser too don't you? Is that how you see all of us?" Darry snapped angrily drawing himself up.

Cassie's eyes flashed at his sharp retort. "For crying out loud Darry. Get over yourself! I like you for you. I don't care who or what you are. I thought last night we really had something going. Now you're being just as big an idiot as Dallas! If you're going to be that way, then just leave me alone!" her voice rose until she was yelling at Darry.

The house echoed with her last words as she shoved past him and stomped to Dallas' room slamming the door behind her. Silence was left in her wake. Darry was beside himself with anger. With a growl he grabbed his wallet from the counter and stormed to the truck slamming the front door behind him. Pony and Soda were left in confusion in the kitchen.

Meanwhile Cassie couldn't keep it together any longer. She threw herself down onto the edge of Dallas' bed and burst into tears. She sobbed into her arms, letting out all of her frustration. Dallas had heard the entire exchange. He rolled over onto his side with a grunt. He reached out with his good arm and gently stroked Cassie's head.

"Cassie, I'm sorry." He mumbled as he leaned into her. He weakly kissed the top of her head, "I'm a jerk and an a-hole. Please don't let me come between you and Darry." He pleaded with her. "I can't give you what you want Cas, but Darry can. Give him another chance."

Cassie looked up and glared at him through her tears, "All I want is my brother back, Dallas. I didn't come here to find a beau."

Now it was Dallas' turn to glare, "Then you're the real fool. I saw you two dancing last night. That didn't look like just a one night fling. You'll regret it if you let him go. You complained to me about all the stiffs that the old man was trying to set you up with. Why can't you just let your pride go and get along with Darrel Curtis?"

Cassie swiped at her eyes and was quiet for a moment. Then she answered huskily, "It's because I'm afraid. I've already lost you once. If I let myself care about someone else and I lose them….well I don't know what I would do. But I don't want to find out."

Dallas let out a pained laugh. "How can we be so alike? Be smarter than me though. I thought the same way until you walked back into my life. Now you've turned me upside down. I'm not a nice person Cassie, but your winning me over."

"You're awful Dallas. But I'm glad to hear it." Cassie sniffed.

"Then go apologize to Darry when he gets back for gettin' in a snit. You both are better than that." For once Dallas' words were serious. He stared hard at his sister waiting for her reply.

Cassie buried her face in the sheets and whimpered. Then she squared her shoulders and faced her brother. "Why are you so stubborn?"

"Comes natural." He grinned. "And you're going to apologize?" he dragged the word out.

"Fine! I'll apologize. But he was the one who got all in a huff about nothing." Cassie threw out grouchily.

"And you egged him on. You do realize you're the only person around here who he really listens too? I mean he pays attention to his brothers, but he actually does care about your opinion."

Cassie pinched her lips suspiciously, "I highly doubt that."

Dallas reached out and smacked her non to gently. "Darrel Curtis has fallen hard core for you. You like him too and if ya'll don't get your act together then I'm going to disappear and you will never see me again."

Cassie completely deflated. She put her face in her hands. "But what if something happens to him, Dallas?"

"Then you'll remember all the good things about him and move on." Her brother replied with conviction.

"Ugh."

"No, I believe the correct response is 'Oh you're the smartest best looking brother out there'." Dallas teased.

Cassie smacked him and he yelped, "I give up! You win Dallas Winston. I'll apologize and then we'll see what happens. Happy?"

"As happy as I can be when I feel like I got hit by a train." He wisecracked.

There conversation was interrupted by a very nervous knock on the door. "Can we come in?" Sodapop's voice carried an anxious note.

"Common in!" Cassie replied wiping the last of her tears away.

The door opened and Soda and Ponyboy walked in, jumpy as cats on a tin roof. They stood awkwardly staring at the siblings for a moment before Soda blurted out, "Is everything alright? What can we do to help?"

Dallas gave a shallow laugh, "My sister is stubborn, don't let her boss you too much. Help her and Darry get along will ya?"

Cassie turned scarlet at his words and whacked Dallas hard on the leg. Soda and Pony couldn't help but burst out laughing making Cassie's embarrassment worse. After a moment they got a hold of themselves.

"I'm sorry, Cassie." Soda said as he grinned, "You and Darry just need to unbend a little around each other and you'll be fine. Now what was it that I thought I heard earlier about the cough syrup?"

"Dallas needs to take a double dose of it. The sooner the better." Cassie gave him an apologetic look, "I know you hate the stuff Dallas, but it's the best we've got."

Dallas grimaced, "Man, never thought I'd see the day I'd have to choose between cough syrup and a hospital trip….Fine, give me the stuff. I'll probably throw it up anyway."

"You better keep it down or I will take you in." Cassie threatened, "Then you'll have had both of the nasties."

Her brother said a bad word and put his head under the pillow. Ponyboy went to find the cough syrup leaving Cassie and Soda with Dallas. Two-Bit poked his head in cautiously looking around. Steve shoved him from behind and they came spilling into the room.

"Is it safe now?" Two-Bit joked with a hint of nerves in his voice, "I'd hate to get hit with crossfire."

Cassie closed her eyes and winced before giving Two-Bit a pained look, "I think you're safe Two. No more yelling…for now." she menaced.

"Give us some warning before ya do! I don't want Darry knockin' my head in because he's mad at you." Steve quipped back.

"And what if I start in on you?" Cassie asked. She stood up and planted herself under Steve's nose with her hands on her hips.

Steve threw his hands in the air and retreated. "Then I might have to start finding somewhere else to eat breakfast."

Now it was Soda's turn to tease his best friend, "Might save us some money, seeing as how you eat so much!"

This was too much for Steve. He threw himself at Soda and they fell to the ground in a struggling tangle of arms and legs. Dallas pulled his head from under the pillow in annoyance. He threw the pillow at them halfheartedly and groused, "Why don't you guys get your own room or something? Can't a guy get some peace and quiet around here?"

Suppressing a laugh, Cassie lightly kicked the thrashing pair and said, "Go make yourselves useful. Round up what's left of the bandages and start a pan of boiling water."

Steve and Soda hustled from the room, still grappling with each other as they went. They nearly ran into Ponyboy who was coming back with the cough syrup.

"Not much left, I'm afraid." He said as he handed her the bottle and measuring cup.

"Good." Dallas muttered, "I don't like this idea. I might smoke and do other stuff, but drugs ain't one of 'em."

As he spoke Cassie was already measuring out the first dose. She handed it to him. "It would take a lot more than this to make you a druggie lil brother."

Dallas let out a particularly strong curse and downed the cough syrup. He spluttered as he handed it back to Cassie who refilled it for him.

"I emptied the bottle so hopefully this will kick the pain. We've got to get your arm taken care of." she told him.

He took the second dose and threw the cup across the room in distaste. "Man, I hate that stuff." He complained as he burrowed under the covers, "Get outa here before I get annoyed with ya."

Cassie rolled her eyes at Pony as she went to retrieve the cup. They retreated from Dallas' room to the kitchen.

"How long before that stuff kicks in?" Pony asked curiously.

Cassie shrugged, "Thirty minutes? Maybe less with that double dose. He'll have a hangover tomorrow, but it probably won't be as bad as he feels right now. It's gonna hurt like crazy though when we work on his arm. If he's loopy, he won't notice it as much."

"I hope he sleeps all day. Dally's not fun to be around when he's really hungover." Ponyboy said throwing a glance back at Dallas' room.

"I doubt he will want to do much. I do hope that he will eat something later today. He looks terrible."

Pony quirked an eyebrow at her, "I probably shouldn't tell you, but that's normal for Dallas. He gets sick to his stomach easier than he would like to admit. And then he doesn't want to eat."

"Those stupid cigarettes are the problem." Cassie huffed, "I know your quite the weed fiend too, but those will catch up to you eventually."

"I need to at least cut back. It's gonna start hurting my wind for running." Pony answered with a sigh. "They just keep me calm, ya know?"

Cassie gave him a sad stare that spoke volumes. "How come you got so old, when your still young Pony?"

Ponyboy made a face and shuffled his feet. "I dunno. I guess I've just had an old life."

"That's about the wisest thing I've heard from you yet." Cassie said with conviction. "You're gonna go places Ponyboy Curtis. Mark my words. I know it's seems hard right now, but one day you'll be somebody important."

At her words, a wash of emotions crossed Pony's face. He settled on an awkward smile. "Well you're not like other girls Cassie." A thought suddenly seemed to come to him, "I forgot to ask with all the commotion, but what's Dally's middle name? I heard you say the first letter last night and I've been dying of curiosity ever since."

Cassie broke into a sunshiny smile, "It's Edward. But if he knew that I told on him he'd skin me. He hates it worse than the cough syrup."

Ponyboy hooted then covered his mouth in alarm. He replied in a rough whisper full of laughter, "I won't tell. Boy would the guys have a time if they found out though! What a big time Soc name. No wonder he hates it."

"I know you won't say anything. Besides I'd hate to see Dallas and Darry going at it because Dallas whupped you cause he's over prickly."

"I'm surprised they've made it this long and haven't gone after each other." Pony said in a more serious tone. "I think they both are really trying."

Cassie glanced back at Dallas' door, "I can tell. Even if my brother is a jerk, he's not as horrible as I know he could be."

"He surprised the whole gang with how he takes up for you. Not that anyone is complaining. Used to be he'd belt you if you so much as looked at him wrong. Now he's different." Ponyboy's eyes softened with his last words. "And Darry's different too. I feel like I'm getting my brother back."

Tears formed in Cassie's eyes. She blinked hard to keep them away, but it was no use. "I'm getting soft as Dallas." She muttered, shaking her head.

Pony pulled her into a hug, surprising Cassie. "You don't always have to be tough."

She allowed his kindness to soothe her and replied softly, "Thanks Ponyboy. For everything. You've done an amazing job of keeping me sane while I've been here. I talked to Darry last night and I might be staying for a while. I'm serious about trying to help Dallas out of this hole he's dug himself into. I need to figure out something to tell my father, but I'm not leaving any time soon."

Pony jerked at this revelation. He lit up like a Christmas tree at the news. "That's great! I'm so glad to hear that! Maybe you'll end up staying permanently…." He trailed off and waggled his eyebrows at Cassie with eyes full of mischief.

At this impertinence, Cassie yanked away from him and gave his arm a stinging swat. Her face was red, but the smirk she had told Pony that she wasn't as mad as she made out to be.

"Ponyboy Curtis, you better not get too fresh with me or I'll set Dallas on you." She said, trying and failing to look prim.

He snorted, "For once I don't think I need to worry about him. Darry on the other hand is a different story. I bet he'll be back anytime now and, no offense, but I'm gonna make myself scarce so you two can fight it out."

Cassie groaned, "None taken. I just hope he let's me apologize. I'm afraid he'll leave right away."

"I think he's curious about how your gonna fix up Dally so I'm guessing he'll stick around. He might go out and sit on the back step to be alone though." Ponyboy frowned.

The rumble of the Curtis truck returning cut short their conversation.

Cassie muttered an unladylike word and said, "He's back. I better face the music."

They walked from the hall to the kitchen only to see Darry storm inside, drop the flax and extra bandages on the table and go flying out the back door.

Wincing, Cassie nudged Pony, "Looks like you were right about him going outside."

Steve, Soda, and Two-Bit all were crowded anxiously around the table. They had gotten out what was left of the bandages from the cupboard and brought them to the kitchen. A pot of water boiled on the stove.

"Can you boys all take turns on the coffee grinder please? The flax seed needs to be ground as fine as possible. When your all done, put some in the water. I want it to be thick not soupy so you might have to pour out a bit of water. Call me when you get to that point alright? I need to talk to Darry." Cassie spoke authoritatively trying to impress responsibility into the boys.

Soda answered, "We can do that Cas. And we'll pretend like we don't hear anything if you yell again." He winked at her, but shot fierce looks to the rest of the gang who nodded emphatically.

"Just don't get Darry mad at us!" Two-Bit quipped with a half smile.

"I'll try not to." was Cassie's wry answer.

Straightening, she marched to the back door. She hesitated before opening it. She knew she would have to let go of her own temper to make things right with Darry. She counted to ten in her head and opened the door. He was seated on the top step facing the small fenced in yard.

Right away she could tell Darry was still mad. His muscles were bunched tight beneath his blue shirt and he was rigid as a statue.

"Come to chew me out for slamming the door?" he asked witheringly without looking at her, "That's what greasers do. They're irresponsible."

Cassie was stung by his words. A sharp retort formed on her lips, but she bit her tongue and held it back. Instead she walked up next to Darry and stopped. Reaching out she let her fingers run gently back and forth over Darry's stiff shoulders. He twitched in surprise, but kept silent. The tips of her fingers slid over his muscles in soft sweeps. She didn't say anything, just continued the soothing motion.

Her mind returned to the days when Dallas was little and she would rub his back just like this to put him to sleep at night. Even on his worst days it had always calmed him. She hoped that it would have the same effect on Darry.

Gathering her thoughts, she finally spoke while her fingers danced over Darry's back. "I'm sorry, Darry. I shouldn't have snapped at you. And I think you're probably the most responsible, reliable person I know. You're everything that I can't seem to figure out how to be."

As she spoke, she could feel the effect of her words on Darry. He stiffened and then relaxed as she soldiered on. When she finished, a deep sigh escaped him and he bowed his head.

"Why are you out here apologizing, Cassie? Our worlds are so different. We barely know each other. Is it worth pursuing?" His voice was quiet. She heard a note of defeat in it that pierced her heart.

Cassie closed her eyes. Then she sat down next to him, keeping up her gentle touch. "I'm here for you Darrell Curtis. I see something in you that the others don't have. You might think we're worlds apart, but we're not so different. I don't see a greaser or a soc. I see a man that I can call friend. And if we choose, something more. That's why I'm here."

Her words brought his head up. For the first time he turned and looked at her. His eyes were veiled, but longing danced behind his barrier. His gaze stilled her hand and she dropped it to her side.

"Since I was Pony's age I've dreamed of finding a girl like you. Last night we did have something going. But I want you to come into this with open eyes, Cas. I roof houses and I can barely make ends meet. That's the reality."

"You've got a lot more than you think Darry. And I think I know exactly what I'm getting into by now. I don't think I'd have it any other way. I want to see where this goes." She gave him her most pleading smile.

Making a risky move, she laid her head on his shoulder. Another heavy sigh came from Darry and he slipped his arm around her.

He kissed the top of her head and said in a husky voice, "I think I could get used to calling you my girl, Cassandra Winston."

Her answer was to lean farther onto him and Darry responded by pulling her closer. They sat quietly for what felt like ages before they heard Soda's voice calling Cassie's name.

"I better go in. It sounds like they're ready for me." Cassie said breaking the embrace. She stretched throwing her arms in the air and yawned, "Oh, before I forget, who owns the DX that Steve and Soda work at?"

Darry stood up and then pulled Cassie to her feet. "Gerald Stanton is the owner." He cocked his head suspiciously, "Why do you want to know? What mystery are you plotting now?"

Cassie gave him a sly grin, "I need a reason to stay down here, Darry. And I haven't done anything yet so quit giving me that look!"

Darry's eyes grew wide and his brows shot up, "You better not be thinking about doing what I think you're going to do."

"Oh I'm thinking alright." Cassie replied still grinning, "But it's just an idea for now. I need to make some phone calls first. Besides I've got more ideas if this one falls short. But don't say anything to the boys. I don't want anyone getting their hopes up on a simple idea."

Darry ran a hand through his hair and huffed, "If your going to do what I think you are, then I hope you aren't going to get yourself into a mess."

"Trust me. There's a lot more to me than meets the eye. I think you'll be very surprised when you really get to know me." she said earnestly.

"So far I know your full of surprises." He grumbled with a smile. "And I also know that you have this way of somehow making me not mind them."

Cassie flashed him a huge smile, then turned to the back door. Before she could open it, Darry grabbed it and opened it for her. She laughed and went tearing into the kitchen with Darry hot on her heels. She skidded into Two-Bit who yelped and they went skittering backwards. Darry grabbed both of them, pulling them upright before they fell. He was laughing and his eyes danced making him look like the young man he really was.

Cassie noticed Soda nudge Pony over their antics and couldn't keep the blush from her cheeks. Steve was standing at the stove stirring the contents of the pot, which Cassie hoped was the right consistency.

"Congratulations Cassie, we've officially created edible poop." Steve said disgustedly as he stared at the brown mush in the pot.

Cassie came over to him and eyed the thick goop. "It's perfect! You can set that off to the side now. It needs to cool a bit. Can we get some more water boiling? I might need it here in a minute for cleaning out Dallas' cut."

"What are you aim'n to do? Pony asked like he might already have an idea, but wanted confirmation.

"Well Dallas' wound looks like it might be going septic. Depending on how bad it is I may need to scrape it out." she replied making a face. "I doubt you guys have a scalpel laying around so I may have to get creative."

At her words all the boys suddenly got funny looks and Two-Bit turned a shade paler.

"You're gonna use a switch aren't you?" Two-Bit said uncomfortably.

Cassie nodded, "I hope I don't, but I think if we boil it there shouldn't be a problem."

Two-Bit got absolutely green at this and even Darry looked a bit queasy.

"You guys don't have to watch. Dallas is going to be a mess anyway. He's probably going to bleed everywhere. You got some old towels I can use?"

"I can get them for you." Sodapop said and took off down the hall.

Gathering up the pile of bandages, Cassie carried them to Dallas' room. She deposited them on the nightstand next to the bed. Then she went and got a cup of water. Soda brought the towels in the meantime and helped Dallas arrange them under his shoulder as he laid on the bed. Next, she brought the pan of flax seed in with a hot pad, carefully setting on the floor out of the way for the moment.

"How ya feeling little brother?" Cassie asked as she surveyed his swollen shoulder and pus filled wound.

"Loopier than I would like." He answered with a slur.

"Good. Cause this is going to hurt so please don't punch me. Got it?"

His answer was a jumbled mess that she took to be a yes. Carefully she started wiping down the puncture with a damp bandage. When she had thoroughly cleaned the edges she paused.

"From here out this isn't going to feel so great. Tell me if you need me to stop for a minute." Cassie spoke matter of factly.

Dallas nodded and Cassie nodded in return. Gently she started to press the edges of the wound squeezing out a small fountain of thick foul smelling discharge. Her brother let out a noise that was something between a growl and a yelp. But she kept up the steady pressure, only stopping to wipe away the overflow when it threatened to trickle onto the towel.

Eventually her probing fingers no longer drew forth streams of pus. She repeated the process of cleaning around the wound, but this time she also lightly scraped the inside as far as she could reach with the cotton. Dallas flinched when she did so and the puncture bled freely, but the blood still showed traces of pus.

Cassie sighed. She had been afraid that would be the case. For the first time she looked up and saw the whole gang in the doorway watching her.

"Who wants to volunteer their blade?" she asked in resignation.

Even in his stupor, this caught Dallas' attention. "What are you fixin' to do? I don't like how this sounds one bit!"

"How bout you close your eyes and keep a gauze pad on your shoulder for a bit? You'll find out soon enough." Cassie gave him her best big sister glare.

"This is a terrible idea." Dallas stumbled over the words, but did as he was told.

She eyed the boys expectantly, but the boys all stepped aside to let Cassie walk to the kitchen. "I guess that leaves mine then." She said pulling her knife out of her pocket.

She hunted quickly for another pan and filled it with water. Then she dropped her knife into the water and set it on the stove top. She turned the burner on. Once the heat was going she sat down at the table to wait. The gang gathered round her looking even more uncomfortable than before.

"Do you want one of us to do this for you?" Darry asked carefully as he glanced around the table.

"I'm good Darry. Besides I don't want anyone else poking around at my brother. If I screw up then it's my own fault. Believe it or not, but I've had my share of wound care. I help at the animal shelter back in Detroit. I've seen some ugly stuff. Skin flaps, broken bones, that sort of thing."

Darry made a face at her words, but nodded in reply. Ponyboy asked, "How fast does the flaxseed work? I mean what kind of improvement will we see?"

"By tomorrow the redness and swelling should be reduced by half or so if it's working properly. The key is for Dallas to keep the stuff on. And I know from experience that getting that goop to stay under a bandage is a pain. Overnight is the best. Then you give the wound a chance to breathe for a bit before reapplying. I would guess that he should be feeling worlds better in three days." Cassie answered thoughtfully.

Surprise crossed the boy's faces, "That's not much time. He looks pretty bad." Darry said doubtfully.

"Poultices are amazing when properly applied. I'm not making any promises, but I've seen it work that quick before." She looked round earnestly.

The sound of boiling water interrupted their conversation. Cassie turned off the stove and carefully poured out as much of the water as she could. Grabbing a pair of tongs from the drawer she pulled the switchblade from the pot and set it on a dry towel. She let her knife cool for a minute. Then with gritted teeth she picked it up and headed for Dallas' room.

"Dallas I know your tough and all, but I'm gonna ask you to do something for your own good. I want you to hold Darry's hand while I work on your shoulder. It won't take me very long, but I have an idea it won't feel nice. I don't want you to lash out at me, okay?" Cassie made sure her brother kept his eyes on her as she spoke.

Dallas nodded and slurred out several curses. Darry walked to the other side of the bed, taking his hand.

Cassie turned to look at the rest of the gang, "I might need you boys to hold Dallas down if he thrashes so be ready."

"We'll be ready." Was Soda's quiet reply. Ponyboy and Two-Bit were pale while Steve scowled to cover his nerves.

Taking a deep breath to calm herself Cassie flicked open the switch and sat on the edge of the bed. She pulled off the bloody gauze pad Dallas had been keeping over the wound. A foul odor came with it causing someone to gag behind her. She was disturbed to see that pus had already started to fill the puncture again. It also made her certain that she was doing the right thing.

A case of nerves made her pause. Cassie glanced up at Darry who sat across from her. Their eyes locked. His ice blue eyes held her steady in her moment of uncertainty. Setting her jaw she took her free hand and placed it on Dallas' collarbone to stabilize his shoulder. Then she started on her grisly task.

Her knife slid perfectly into the hole in her brother's shoulder. She was relieved when she was only able to get half the blade in. It wasn't as deep as she had feared. Dallas barely moved when she put the knife in, but she guessed that when she began scraping the hole he would resist. Taking a better hold on the handle she slowly and carefully made a smooth pass along one side of the wound's interior.

Dallas bucked and let out a string of curses. Quick as she could without hurting her brother Cassie pulled the knife out.

"You bleepity blank!" Dallas garbled out, "What the bleep are you doing to me?"

Cassie turned her head to the boys behind her expectantly. They came over to Dallas grabbing his legs and free shoulder to hold him down. He fought them for a minute before falling back weakly.

"I'm doing what they would have done at the hospital with anesthetic you dummy." Cassie growled at Dallas once the gang had him still.

Dallas cursed again, but didn't fight anymore.

"I've got to do this one more time. Then I can clean you up and leave you alone."

Her brother said nothing. He closed his eyes and clamped down on Darry's hand. Again, Cassie's eyes were drawn to Darry. He was her lifeline. He gave her the barest of nods. Steeling herself one last time, she again let the knife slide into the wound. Blood was welling out of it from her first cut, making it hard to see the edges. She wiped away what she could with the dirty gauze.

The second cut was a bit faster than the first. Dallas didn't fight this time, but a low incoherent yelp came from him. Now the wound bled profusely. Cassie was glad that she had set all the bandages close to her. She mopped up as much blood as she could. Then placed a thick gauze pad on the wound.

"Keep pressure on this for me." she ordered Steve who was closest to her. He obeyed without his usual complaints allowing her to grab another thick gauze sheet and step over to the pan of flax on the floor. Cassie scooped up as much as possible onto the gauze. She carried it back to the bed.

She looked at Steve. "I'm going to count to three and we are going to switch these."

He nodded and she began to count. "One, two, three."

Quick as a flash they swapped out the gauze. One heavy with blood and the other thick with flaxseed goo. Dallas flinched at the switch. Cassie knew the still hot flax stung, but the heat would help draw the swelling. Now came the bandaging. She swiftly crisscrossed the wound with athletic tape. Next came the wide sticky flex tape. This she wrapped around his entire arm to make sure that the gauze beneath would stay in place.

When she finished she stepped back and let out a huge breath. "It's done little brother." She said giving his fingers a gentle squeeze.

Dallas kept his eyes closed, but gave a faint nod in reply.

"Let's let Dally rest now." Darry's voice of authority sent the gang scurrying from the room.

Cassie and Darry were the last to leave. He nabbed the pan off the floor in passing. With his other hand he reached out for Cassie. She was trembling and she felt him stiffen when he touched her. Her own hands were covered in Dallas' blood. She wanted to reach for Darry, but it didn't seem right to dirty him. Instead she gave him a thin smile, turned and walked to the bathroom.

She washed her blade and her hands with the water as hot as she could stand. By the time Cassie was done she was shaking so bad she could barely set the knife on the counter to dry. A movement caught her eye. Darry was in the doorway watching her. He stepped close to her and pulled her into him. She buried her face in his chest, wrapping her arms around him. He held her tightly until the tremors had subsided.

"That was a smart thing you did just now." He intoned in a gentle voice.

"I need to go clean up all those bandages and gauze pads." She answered without looking at him. Her trembling started up again.

"I'll do it. You did the hard part. Go on a walk or something. Just get out of the house for a bit." Darry spoke in his no nonsense tone.

Normally Cassie would have objected, but all she could come up with was a sense of relief. Darry seemed to sense her change.

"If you would let me help you more, I might even take you on a second date." He teased.

She gave him a small smirk. "I think that might be bribery. I admit I'm partial to bribes."

Darry chuckled, "Then I'd better start thinking of things to entice you with."

This was too much for Cassie. She turned red and pulled away from Darry, but she made the mistake of catching his eyes. They were full of laughter and mischief. They also held a longing that made her heart jump to her throat. She darted around him before he could sweep her into his arms again. His quiet laughter followed her to the living room.

The gang sat around, clearly anxious and were caught off guard by her unexpected arrival.

"Alright, everyone we are going to the lot. Bring a football or something. We need to get out instead of sitting around." She ordered trying to keep the color from her cheeks.

The boys grumbled, but spilled out the door grabbing a football from under the couch. Cassie followed after them and they jogged down the road to the lot.

They impromptu game of football turned out to be just what everyone needed. It didn't take them long to get caught up in the game and forget about their worries. Cassie was a quick study in the game. Playing and watching earlier in the week gave her the confidence to run and dive with the boys that afternoon. Once she had the basic rules figured out she was a worthy opponent.

Her advantage like Pony, was speed. Though small, she was light on her feet ducking away from the boys as they sought to bring her down. Two-Bit handed the ball to her and she sprinted down the field. Ponyboy, on the opposite team chased after her. He was faster, but she managed to dodge him till at last he brought her to the ground with a flying tackle. It knocked the wind out Cassie, but she came up laughing. Pony on the other hand was muttering a few bad words to himself. She knew his ribs had to be on fire from the fall.

As they stood up, Cassie bouncing lightly while Pony winced, they saw Darry jogging toward them.

"Whose team am I on?" he hollered from the road.

"Mine." Pony yelled back. "You're gonna have to take my spot. I think I'm done. I played a little too rough for my ribs." He gingerly touched his side then stiffly walked to the trees to rest.

"That's not fair." Steve whined seeing Darry come in to take Pony's place. "How are we supposed to win against the college football star?"

Cassie looked at Darry in surprise, "Is that true Darry? I didn't know you played college ball."

"I had a football scholarship for school. I didn't even get to play long enough to be anything important before I quit." Darry replied trying to downplay Steve.

Sodapop didn't let him get away with it. "Don't listen to him Cas. He had pro coaches looking at him. They wanted to sign him as soon as he was done with school."

Cassie was impressed, "That's awesome. You're gonna have to tell me more about that! But for now…" she took off at a dead run with the football tucked tightly in her arm.

Darry whooped and gave chase. Right away she could tell he was much better than Pony. She didn't think he was any faster than his brother, but she couldn't out dodge him. Every time she tried to get past him he blocked her. It was all she could do to keep from going down. Finally, Darry seemed to have had enough. In a lightening quick move he grabbed her as she tried to shoot past him. They fell in a tangled heap.

The gang was hot on their heels. Cassie found herself turning red again as the other boys started teasing her and Darry as she tried to pull away from him.

"I've still got the ball so it's ours." She said keeping it close to her.

"For now." Darry grinned slyly as he stood up.

They lined up and Cassie was relieved to hand the ball off to Steve who managed to make it past Darry for a touch-down. They spent the rest of the afternoon playing ball. As Steve had predicted, Darry's team won handily. Though she didn't know much about the game, Cassie could tell Darry was world's better than the other boys. And to top it off he clearly loved playing.

They played the afternoon away. Eventually, tired and sweaty they walked back to the Curtis house.

"What's for supper, Darry?" Steve asked patting his stomach.

"Don't know. I was playing football with the rest of you so I haven't exactly had time to cook." Darry cuffed him non to gently.

Two-Bit piped up, "How about some of us run over to the Dingo and get some food? We'll bring it back. I'm buyin' for once cause I made some money yesterday hauling limbs from the old school yard."

"Great!" Soda replied. "I'm driving. Who all wants to go with?"

"I'll go Soda. Somebodies got to make sure the food actually comes back." Cassie volunteered.

Ponyboy shook his head, "My side ain't feelin too hot. I'm gonna hang back."

"I'll stay with ya Pony. Sides that laundry needs to get done. Those clothes don't wash themselves." Darry said suddenly looking old again.

Steve added, "Count me in. Evie would kill me if you showed up without me."

Next thing Cassie knew they had piled into the Curtis truck. Again she found herself on someone's lap. This time it was Two-Bit.

"Maybe I don't need to go after all." Cassie said looking dubiously at the full truck.

"Common, don't be chicken." Steve sassed from inside.

With a groan Cassie clambered inside and settled on Two-Bit's lap. She was glad that it least it wasn't Steve she had to sit on. Two-Bit was a complete ham. He put on a fake English accent and pretended to be her snobby servant.

"I never dreamed I would boast the privilege to be the accommodation for Dally's sister." He said in an airy posh tone.

Steve and Soda cracked up at his words. "I didn't think you knew words that big, Two." Steve gasped.

Cassie was trying to maintain her composure, but when Two-Bit replied, "It's elementary, my dear Watson." She gave into the giggles threatening to burst out of her.

She didn't know how Soda managed to get them to the drive thru in one piece the way they were laughing. But they reached the Dingo and got in their order. Evie stood at the window and flirted with Steve as they waited for the meal.

She interrupted their conversation to turn her heavily lined eyes to Cassie and asked, "So everyone is talking about you and Darrel Curtis, new girl. Especially with you being Dally's sister and all. Is it true that you're an item?"

Evie leaned on the truck window with her arms crossed expectantly. Her question effectively shut up the other three who also waited to hear Cassie's answer.

For a moment she didn't know what to say. Dating hadn't been in her game plan when she came to find Dallas, but now that she had met Darry… well things had changed.

"I suppose you could say that." Cassie admitted with a shrewd smile.

Sodapop huffed, "Darry's head over heels for you and that's all you can come up with?"

"Alright, keep your shirt on! I guess it's safe to say we are serious about our friendship." Cassie retorted giving him a dirty look.

Evie let out a hoot of laughter, "Well aren't you fancy. I can't say I mind though. Something about you seems right for him. It was good to see Darry smile at the rodeo. He's such a doll when he smiles."

Steve made a strangled noise at this and in response Evie blew him a kiss while rolling her eyes. From inside the manager hollered at her and she hurried off to grab their food. In a minute she was back with her hands full.

"Try not to spill anything on the way back." Evie chided Steve who was holding the carton of drinks. "And there's a movie playing tomorrow night at the drive in I'd like to see."

She gave him an expectant look. Steve replied over his arm full of sodas, "Sure we can go. Especially since you had to work tonight."

"Then I'll plan on it. See ya'll later!" she waved to them as they pulled slowly out of the parking lot.

Sodapop drove much more carefully going back to the Curtis house. Cassie had an idea that between her precarious perch on Two-Bit with her hands full of burger bags and Steve keeping the drinks upright, Soda didn't want to make any messes. In a short time the food and drink made it safely to the house.

When they came inside Cassie was pleased to see Dallas out of his room, laying on the couch. She set the bags she was carrying on the table then walked back over to Dallas.

"How ya feeling little brother?"

Dallas closed his eyes then opened them and squinted at Cassie. "I'm better than earlier. I'm not half crocked anymore from that cough syrup, but I still don't feel pain the way I know I will tomorrow. Light kinda bothers me though."

"Keep your eyes closed then. We brought some food. Do you feel up to eating?" Cassie asked.

"I think I can keep stuff down. Burger and fries sound alright, but I think I'll just stick to water." He answered shutting his eyes tightly.

"Whatever you want." Cassie said softly.

Dallas' eyes flew open, "Whatever I want? Then how about another date with Cherry Valance?"

Cassie rolled her eyes, "You just can't leave well enough alone can you?"

"Nope. Trouble is my middle name."

"Maybe I should tell everyone your middle name." Cassie threatened in annoyance.

Two-Bit looked up eagerly from the table where he was bolting down a handful of fries. "What is your middle name Dally?"

"None of your bleeping business Two-Bit." was the crabby reply.

Cassie cackled, "You picked a touchy subject Two-Bit. I'm not so heartless as to rat on Dallas….but if you don't behave I will!" she glared at Dallas with mock ferocity.

"We'll figure it out eventually." Steve said snidely.

"I can't believe I'm laid up like this. You wouldn't be wisecracking if I was healthy. I'd be bustin you head." Dallas menaced. "I won't be this way for long. I've got a good memory."

This shut up Steve, who knew that Dallas was as good as his word. He held grudges and would dole out punishment for wrongs from months in the past. Cassie was disappointed in her brother's reaction. She knew he was improving, but it still drove her crazy when he was a jerk. Deciding to just get over it, she walked back over to the table and plopped down in a chair.

She happily grabbed a burger and fries. The drinks were all the same so she slid one across the table to her spot. She hungrily bit into the burger. The warm greasy flavor was somehow comforting. Cassie looked up from her burger and saw Darry standing in the doorway of the kitchen.

He caught her eye and winked. She cocked her head. What was he up to? She didn't have to wait to find out.

"Soda just informed me that there are rumors going around about Cassie and I. I want to put them all to rest." Darry said catching everyone's attention. "In case ya'll were wondering we are definitely…" here he trailed off and paused with a serious look on his face. The whole room tensed. "We are definitely a couple."

Whoops filled the room along with congratulations. Two-Bit pulled her up from the table and went galloping around the house with her. Cassie couldn't help but laugh at his enthusiasm.

"I'm not even done with my food!" she protested as he twirled her.

He grinned crazily in response as they danced into the kitchen, "You have to celebrate! Somebody has finally tamed Superman. You dig good Cassie girl."

"What was that you called me?" Darry hollered.

"You and Cassie need some pet names for each other," Two-Bit teased as he swept Cassie back into the dining room, "I'm just helping her get started."

Cassie finally managed to pull breathlessly away from Two-Bit and sit back down at the table. "That's the last thing I want. Yours is fine Two, but my name's already shortened. I don't need anything else."

Unfortunately this was the wrong thing to say. The boys latched onto the idea and started coming up with names for Cassie.

"How about Sugar?"

"Or Sweet Cas?"

"Cassie Baby!"

"What about Baby Girl?"

Darry smiled at the last idea, "I kinda like that one."

Cassie buried her face in her hands. "You lot are completely heartless." Then she uncovered her face and glared at Darry, "I can't believe you are encouraging them!"

He shrugged with a rakish air giving her a look of innocence. Grumbling to herself she finished her interrupted meal. She studiously ignored Darry who was making obvious attempts to get her attention. He 'accidentally' ran into her chair, then once she was finished swept up her wrappers from the meal. Cassie would have none of it. She flounced over to her brother and grabbed a book.

She sat down on the floor next to him and pretended to read it. Cassie was glad to see that Dallas had finished his food and appeared to be asleep. That was a relief. The boys turned the TV on and Cassie was not surprised when Darry threw himself onto the floor at her feet. They weren't touching, but she could feel his body heat he was that close. He snuck glances at her trying to gauge if she was paying attention to him.

He sidled closer to her so his stomach grazed her toes. She ignored him. He slid a hair farther to cover her big toes. This was too much for Cassie. Conjuring up an injured look on her face she peeked over the book at Darry. He was giving her a sideways glance when she caught his eye. He grinned like a fool when their eyes met.

Cassie couldn't help but smile back. Here was big strong, responsible, man of the house Darry behaving like an idiot just for her. She loved it.

Giving in, she set the book down and flopped onto her belly next to him. He twined his foot with hers. She knew the rest of the gang was watching their flirtation and she couldn't keep the flush from rising in her cheeks. Now that she was acknowledging him Darry seemed content. He quit his pestering and lay quietly on his elbows next to her.

They stayed that way through several shows and the house slowly got quieter around them. One by one the boys fell asleep in their chairs or on the floor. Cassie too felt her eyelids grow heavy. The last thing she remembered was Darry cradling her and carrying her to another room.

Darry set Cassie gently down on Dallas' bed. His heart was full. He knew he had been a complete goof that evening, but Cassie had fallen for it. He paused to watch her sleep peacefully. Her face lit up from the street lights, was no longer strained with worry for her brother. In that moment he missed his dad. They had been best friends more like brothers than father and son. Darry wished that his parents could meet this feisty girl that had stolen his heart.

His mother would have loved her fiery spirit. She would have been proud of Cassie for trying to get Dallas straightened out. His mom had always had a soft spot for Dallas and for her to find out he had a sister would have been a wonderful surprise.

"I finally found the right girl to bring home." Darry whispered in the darkness.

He walked to his own room. His mind was awash with questions. He knew so little about Cassie. There were so many things that he wanted to ask her. More about her family, what her favorite foods were, any little detail he could think of. A whisper in his mind went even farther and asked, "What about a ring?"

Darry lay down on his bed and closed his eyes. He had had girlfriends in the past. Lots of them in fact. But Cassie was different. She didn't act like she needed a man around for her to survive nor did she try and charm him into liking her. Quite the opposite. She was independent, practical, kind, and for the most part open with who she was. He knew that she still held some secrets, but he respected that she would tell him in her own time.

In short Cassie was exactly what Darry was looking for. For a moment he wondered if he was jumping ahead. But as he thought about it he couldn't think of a good reason to not pursue her with marriage in mind. They were both old enough. They were clearly attracted to each other. Dallas had told him that he and Cassie should make a future together. It all made sense to Darry's logical brain.

They would need more time to get to know each other, but unless something drastic happened Darry realized he better start planning ahead. He wanted Cassie to be part of his family. Feeling like a kid at Christmas, Darry fell asleep with a smile on his face dreaming of the beautiful girl he was falling in love with.

Cassie blinked sleepily in the morning light. She wondered where she was. This wasn't the living room couch, she was in a real bed. Then she remembered Darry carrying her last night. Sitting up she realized she was in Dallas' room. That Darry, she thought to herself with a smile, He just can't help but take care of people.

Happy butterflies danced in her stomach at the thought of Darry. She was enjoying seeing the soft side of Darry. We're like two cats who have finally gotten over hissing and spitting at each other. If Darry could purr, she was sure he would have been last night she thought with a quiet laugh.

Stretching she stood up and padded into the kitchen. The house was quiet, everyone still asleep. Cassie grabbed a piece of bread and made herself some toast. Most of the gang were still sprawled out across the living room floor sound asleep. Dallas was on the couch where she had last seen him. He appeared to be relaxed. No signs of pain were etched on his features as he slept.

Casting a glance at the clock, she was surprised at how late it was. Quickly she silently ran to pick out a new set of clothes and changed in the bathroom. She pulled her hair into a ponytail and brushed her teeth. Then, grabbing her shoes, she tiptoed through the sleepers and out into the morning sun.

She intended to visit the small church she had seen down the road. After all it was a Sunday morning. Cassie didn't know when the service started, but it wouldn't hurt to check it out. She walked down the road to the church, enjoying the sun. The parking lot was full and the sound of singing greeted her as she walked up the front steps. Cassie slipped inside and found as spot in a back pew. Picking up a hymnal she added her voice to the congregation. All too soon the service was over. Cassie stepped out of the church before the main body of people poured out. She whistled brightly to herself as she made her way to the Curtis house. Listening to the preacher and talking to God always made her feel lighter somehow.

She floated up to the front door. When she opened it she came in to find the house in an uproar. She was met by two irate young men.

Dallas stormed up angrily at her and yelled, "WHERE HAVE YOU BEEN?!" He looked infinitely better, well enough to yell it seemed.

"Do you have any idea how worried we've been?" Darry strained. Obviously trying and failing to keep his temper in check.

Cassie fell back in surprise at this onslaught. "I was down at the church on the corner. You were all asleep so I went by myself. I didn't think you guys would be up yet."

"Well we woke up and you were gone." Dallas seethed. "What are we supposed to think when you up and disappear like that?"

Now Cassie could feel annoyance bubble up inside her at the overprotectiveness. "YOU disappear all the time Dallas and nobody wonders where you went to."

"But you've got a target on your back." Darry interrupted, "Sylvia may have backed off at the fair, but that doesn't mean she's forgotten you."

"Wait…Sylvia was harassing you?" Dallas asked in a cold voice.

"Yeah, but it's no big deal." Cassie waved him away.

Dallas looked ready to blow, "I warned her not to try anything."

"Don't worry Dally we got it sorted out." Darry replied trying to downplay the news.

"Look, I'm sorry I frightened everyone, but I'm fine. Besides I can take care of myself. Give me some credit!" Cassie's voice had an edge to it. "Haven't I already proved myself?"

Dallas and Darry looked at each other, then at Cassie. Dallas was bristling, but it was Darry who answered her.

"Yeah, you did. We just got worried. You were gone and we had no clue where you went."

"Again, I'm sorry. I didn't mean to cause a fuss." Cassie said in exasperation.

Dallas glared at her then stomped off to the kitchen cursing under his breath. Darry stood in front of her his jaw clenched looking like he still wanted to chew her out, but was holding back. Cassie put on her most contrite expression and touched Darry on the arm. His eyes still blazed with worry. Mixed in was a touch of reproach.

Cassie winced under his gaze. She was starting to really hate letting him down. He noticed the action. He opened his mouth to say something when Steve interrupted.

"I hate to break up your moment," he said sarcastically, "But you're out of syrup."

Darry turned and glared at Steve, "There's more in the pantry. And if I catch you getting wise with me again I'm gonna make you start paying for breakfast."

Steve slunk off leaving the other boys at the table snickering. Darry snaked his arm around Cassie and pulled her close to him in a side hug. He propelled her to the table where they sat down next to each other. Two-Bit and Soda were throwing blueberries at each other and trying to catch them with their mouths. Ponyboy was shoveling pancakes down as fast as he could. Dallas sat at the far end of the table frowning at his food.

"Pancake?" Pony asked Cassie through a mouthful of crumbs.

"I had some toast earlier, but one pancake won't hurt." she replied with a smile.

Ponyboy passed the plate down to her and Darry. Cassie took one while Darry set a stack of four on his own plate. They shared the butter, waiting for Steve to return with the syrup.

Casting a worried glance at her angry brother she asked, "You seem a lot better this morning Dallas. How are you feeling?"

Dallas exploded, "How the hell can you ask me that after the stunt you pulled this morning?" he stood up and pounded the table, "Here you show back up, uninvited mind you, into my life. You act all goody two shoes like you care about me. You were actually starting to get me to trust you. Then you disappear this morning, scaring us half to death. And then you waltz back in like nothing's wrong with that. You're not a greaser Cassie! You can't just do whatever you want! I didn't ask you to come back and I don't need you trying to look out for me!"

In a fit of anger he knocked over his chair and stormed out of the house. Silence reigned over the house as everyone tried to regroup after Dallas' outburst. All eyes turned to Cassie to see what her response would be to his cruel words.

Visibly pale, she scooted her plate over to Ponyboy for him to finish. She stood up from the table, shrugging off Darry when he took her arm. She walked slowly to Dallas' room. She slammed the door and locked it behind her before she let herself break.

Falling onto the bed she curled up into a sobbing ball. Cassie cried till she was breathless. Her heart hurt that badly. When she had no more tears she fell into a troubled sleep. Cassie woke up to a gentle touch. Someone was rubbing her back. She flinched away in surprise. She looked up to see Sodapop sitting on the edge of the bed.

"How did you get in here?" she croaked.

"Through the window. I used to use it to sneak out all the time." Soda answered. "Seemed like you could use a friend."

Gratitude filled Cassie but she said, "Don't you know girls don't want anyone to see them when they ugly cry?"

"That's why I waited till you were done." He replied with a smile. He reached for her again and this time she let him continue rubbing. In no time she was back to sleeping. The next time she woke up she realized that there were more people in the room. Her head was in someone's lap. It was Darry and from the sound of it Ponyboy, Two-Bit along with Steve had also managed to come in. They were carrying on a quiet conversation.

Darry felt her shift, "Welcome back baby girl."

Cassie opened her eyes enough to glower at Darry, "I told you not to call me that." she mumbled.

"Just accept it Cas." Two-Bit flopped next to her on the bed. "It's a greaser thing."

"Humph." she grumbled in response.

Cassie sat up from Darry's lap. She cringed inwardly when she thought about how awful she probably looked. She quickly ran her fingers through her hair to try and comb out the worst tangles.

Steve broke into her thoughts with his usual bluntness, "You sure scared ol Dally. That's why he went off on you like that. He hates being scared."

Sodapop elbowed Steve hard, "That was real subtle."

"Well it's the truth." Two-Bit added. "Dally doesn't want anyone to know he's got a heart underneath all that tuffness. The problem is he actually cares about you Cas and he just plumb don't know what to do about it."

"He was right though, that I should have said something this morning or left a note, or something. Not my brightest moment." Cassie sighed.

Two-Bit grinned his crazy smile, "We all screw up. Most of us pull dumb stuff every day. All you can do is try to do better the next time."

"Keep using all those smarts I know you have." Darry reached out and ruffled her hair giving Cassie the perfect excuse to smack him on the shoulder.

She finally gave a bright smile, "Alright I'm cheered up. You guys can stop pestering me now."

The others returned her grin as she got up from the bed. The boys headed back for the living room, but Cassie hung back. Darry stood with her. Once they were all out she turned to him.

"I just have one question," she asked quietly, "How come you didn't defend me against Dallas earlier?"

Darry shifted uncomfortably from foot to foot. "Two reasons I guess. One is that I didn't want to get into it with Dallas because of you. Cause if we did I don't think it would end well. And two, I didn't want you to think that I think your incapable of defending yourself. You're plenty capable of putting him in his place. You have no trouble standing up to Dallas. I was worried if I jumped in you'd get mad at me."

"That's a fair answer." Cassie replied, "I was just surprised when you didn't say anything. You can be a little hot tempered. I wanted to know why you held back. Thanks for being honest. That means a lot."

Darry feigned indignance, "Me? Hot tempered? Never!"

This made Cassie laugh and shake her head, "We both have hot streak when we get riled. You're more cold calculated, while I'm a bit more fiery. But we've both got it I'm afraid."

"And so far today we've only had one moment of disagreement. I'd say we are doing pretty well." Darry grinned down at her.

"We do seem to have a habit of making each other mad at least once a day."

"Maybe I have fun seeing you get all feisty."

Cassie glared at him and put her hands on her hips.

"See? You're cute when you get that way." Darry chuckled quirking an eyebrow at her.

"Oooohhh, you're hopeless Darrel Curtis!" Cassie let a small smile play over her face as she sassed back at Darry.

In response he snatched her up off the floor and carried her to the living room. She shrieked in protest, wriggling like a fish to escape. He tossed her on the couch, laughing hard at the look of sheer indignation that she gave him. The others whooped in encouragement and joined in the laughter. Rolling her eyes, Cassie couldn't help but join them after she got over her annoyance.

Suddenly she sat bolt upright. "I've got to make some phone calls! I nearly forgot with all of the excitement from the last few days. I need to let my father know I'll be in Tulsa for awhile."

"Sure Cassie. There's a phone in my room so you can have some peace and quiet to talk." Darry nodded to her.

"Now don't you boys go listening in on the other line." Cassie growled.

"Relax, I won't let anyone eavesdrop on you."

Two-Bit quipped, "We wouldn't want to anyway. It's downright dangerous when you get into it with someone."

"I'm getting out of here anyway." Steve said, "I think Soda and I are gonna hunt for our girls and take 'em to the drive in later. Evie wanted to go and she'll chew me out good if I forget."

"You guys should come too." Sodapop added earning him a sour look from Steve that he ignored.

Darry looked over at Cassie, "What do you think? I'm not much for movies, but it would be something to do."

"I'm game. I like movies. You can probably just sleep through it if you get bored Darry." Cassie replied, "What about you Pony? You coming?"

Ponyboy shrugged and winced as he felt the soreness from his ribs, "Might be a good way for me to makeup Friday night to Patty seeing as how I kinda ran out on her. I better go and ask her now though. Otherwise she might make plans for the evening."

"Okay, I'll see you boys later then." Cassie grinned and trotted off to Darry's room.

True to his word, Darry guarded the living room phone while she was gone, though the house soon emptied as the other boys went their separate ways. Personally, he would have liked to listen in to her conversation, but he kept his curiosity in check. Cassie was gone for so long he began to worry. Just when he decided that he should go check on her she came back. She flopped down onto a chair across from Darry and let out a huge breath.

"Whew! Glad that's over with."

"You talked to your father?"

"I've got it all worked out, Darry don't you worry."

Darry raised his eyebrows, "When you say things like that it makes me worry. Besides I have an idea you made more than one phone call. You were busy for over an hour!"

Cassie grinned mischievously, "So what if I did?"

"I'm worried about whatever your scheming to do. Don't try to pretend that you aren't toying with some wild idea."

"What if I told you that my wild ideas usually turn out? Would that make you feel better?" she said.

Darry let out a big sigh of his own, "I just don't want to see anyone get hurt."

"I promise I only go through with my ideas if I'm sure they will work. Right now I'm still in the feeler stage. I'm not as reckless as you think." Cassie looked a bit miffed at his disbelief.

Throwing up his hands Darry said, "I know when I'm beat. But I'm a worrier, remember?"

"How could you let me forget?" Cassie smiled shaking her head.

They headed out to the truck. Cassie slid inside and took a deep breath. The smell of gasoline, oil, sweat, and Darry was strangely relaxing. She leaned her head back against the seat. When she opened her eyes Darry was looking at her.

"Taking another nap already? I swear you sleep more than Ponyboy."

She laughed, "I'm taking a moment to enjoy things. That's all."

He shook his head at her, "You and Pony are awful similar sometimes. You take time to really see life. I haven't been paying attention to that sort of thing recently, but your helping me learn to watch sunrises again."

"I'm awfully glad to hear that Darry! Now I need to get Dallas to see things too."

"He's a tougher case, but I have faith in you. You've come some far with him already." Darry put the truck into reverse. "Now, where do you want to eat? We might as well make a real date out of this."

Cassie shrugged, "You would know better than me. I don't care. I don't want you to spend a bunch of money on me though. I really am not picky."

"How about Chinese? There's a real reasonably priced place close to the drive in. Does that sound good?"

"That would be perfect. I shouldn't tell you, but Asian food is probably one of my favorite go to's for eating out." Cassie said with a sigh.

Darry grinned, "Would you say it's something that could work as bribery?"

"Only if it comes from you."

"I'll keep that in mind for the future. Although someday we will have to go on a real date." Darry said as he pulled out into the street.

Cassie tilted her head, "What was wrong with going to the rodeo? I thought that was wonderful."

"It was, but I want to do something more. Something to make you feel like your queen of the world. No expense spared."

"Darry, what would you say if I told you that you don't need to do that? All I want to do is walk down a country road at night with you. I want to drive this old truck so far we run out of road. Then we can stop and watch the stars until sunrise. I want to play football at the lot with you every Saturday. I want to dance around your living room with you. I just want to be with you Darry. That's all. And it doesn't matter to me if it's in a palace of gold or a box on the side of the road. You're what's important." Cassie stared hard at him trying to convey her feelings.

Darry was silent as he drove. His knuckles were white on the steering wheel. When he spoke his voice was low.

"I don't want you to leave Cassie. Not now, not ever."

"I don't know how it happened, but you guys have become my family. I don't want to go back to Detroit. I'm not going back to Detroit. I'm staying here. I've been lost ever since I was separated from Dallas, but now it's like I've finally found my home." Cassie spoke with such conviction that Darry glanced at her in surprise. In his eyes Cassie saw a light glowing fiercer than any she had yet seen in him.

"Good."

Was all he said. The muscles in his jaw twitched as if he wanted to say more, but instead he reached for her hand and held it possessively. The rest of the drive they spent in a sort of warm silence, each caught up in their thoughts.

They spent their meal teasing each other and asking a million different questions. Cassie discovered that Darry loved music nearly as much as he did football. He could name every song that came on over the radio in the restaurant. She found out that he enjoyed skiing and that he missed waterfowl hunting.

"I'm too busy anymore, but there's something peaceful about waiting for a flock of ducks or geese to come in." he confided to her, "Plus the birds are pretty tasty."

They left the restaurant laughing with full bellies. "I'm glad we're going to the drive-in. I couldn't take all the craziness the gang usually dishes out." Cassie said, "I'm so full your going to have to roll me into the truck bed."

"Would that make you a Cassie-role?" Darry teased.

Cassie tried to look indignant, but instead burst out laughing. "That has to be one of the worst puns I have ever heard."

Darry grinned in response as they got into the truck, "I used to make them all the time." A contemplative look crossed his features, "I guess I quit when my parents died."

"I wish I could have met them. They must have been really special to raise such fine young men as you and your brothers." Cassie said quietly.

Darry gave her a sad smile. "I'm afraid I can't live up to their standards. I worry too much and try too hard."

Cassie put her hand on his leg, "But you're learning from your mistakes. No one ever told you that you would have to take on the responsibility of raising your brothers and providing for the three of you. Those are some pretty big tasks."

"You sure have a lot of faith in me."

"Anyone who can put up with Dallas the way you have deserves credit. And Soda and Pony are turning out just fine." She gave him a sunny smile.

He covered her hand with his own. "Thanks for that. It's not a job I get a lot of appreciation for."

"Well you deserve it."

Darry got a funny look on his face. He squeezed her hand and Cassie could see he was trying to keep his emotions in check. She didn't say anything. She just squeezed his hand in return. She realized that for the first time she was really seeing into Darry. Sure he could be sweet and funny, but this was something deep down.

Cassie felt proud that he was willing to open up to her. He was trusting her with his heart. Everything he faced had to look like an unscalable mountain she mused. No wonder he was so serious all the time. She wished that she could free him of all his responsibility. If her plans turned out the way she hoped then it would at least be a start to taking some of the pressure off of him.

Not wanting to discomfit Darry, she kept her thoughts to herself. But she did allow herself to scoot to the middle of the truck so she could lean up against him. Cassie felt Darry reciprocate the move and lean into her. He seemed to be comforted by her presence though he didn't say anything.

They got to the drive in just in time to see the previews beginning to scroll across the screen. Darry found a decent parking space and pulled in. He rummaged around behind the front seats and produced a couple of blankets. He walked to the tailgate and opened it. Cassie clambered into the truck bed. Darry handed the blankets to her with a smile.

She shook them out and spread two of them over the metal as a cushion for them to sit on. Darry hopped up next to her and settled himself against the back of the truck. Cassie sat down and pulled the blanket over them. The night air was still warm, but it wouldn't take long for it to cool down. Cassie nestled herself into the crook of Darry's arm. The movie was starting so she didn't notice that Darry had already fallen asleep until a soft snore escaped him.

Cassie smiled as she peered up at him. He was awfully handsome. He was finally someone she could let herself love. If she was honest with herself she cared about all the boys, even Steve in all his rudeness. Feeling satisfied she watched the movie flicker across the big screen.

The movie was about two air force fighter pilots that fell in love with the same girl. Cassie wasn't all that excited about the love story, but she watched the pilots flying their planes with rapt attention. She clutched at the sleeping Darry as they performed heroic missions against the enemy. Cassie even shed a tear when one of them bravely gave his life to save his friend. As the credits began to roll on the screen, she yawned loudly waking Darry up.

"You slept through the whole movie!" she teased him.

Darry stretched and blinked. "Well I had one of the best naps I think I've had in ages. Besides, I'm not much for movies. There's always too much to do."

Cassie gave him a hard look, "And sleeping is high on that list of things to do?"

"No…but if I'm gonna sit for an hour or two I might as well catch up on it." Darry reasoned with a crooked grin.

"Oh you're hopeless," Cassie shook her head. She really wasn't mad at Darry, but he was asking to be pestered.

His smile got bigger at her words. "I sure liked you leaning on me. We may have to come to the drive in more often if it means we can sit close together and I get a nap in."

Cassie laughed, "That would get expensive. How about we stick to watching TV and cuddling on the couch? Anyways it would spoil the fun of going to a movie if we did it all the time."

"Alright, you talked me into it." Darry said with a wink.

Cassie gave him her best eyeroll. He smirked back and stood up. They folded up the blankets neatly so Darry could put them back in the truck. When they had both got back in the cab, Darry asked. "Want to grab an ice cream before we head back? We never did get any desert at the rodeo."

Cassie was surprised that he wanted to stay out later, but she would never turn down ice cream. "I'd love that. I probably just want a small, but I won't say no to ice cream!"

"That's good, cause I don't think I could go out with a girl who didn't like ice cream or chocolate cake." Darry said in mock seriousness.

"Since when did you become such a character, Darrel Curtis?" she sassed. "I swear you're getting more like Two-Bit the more time we spend together."

Darry burst into laughter, "I don't think I've ever had anyone compare me to Two-Bit. That's a good one."

Cassie sighed, then smiled. "I think you've finally figured out how to best me. I can't argue with someone when they are making me smile."

"Whew! I'm glad there's a way to keep you in check. You would have the run of me otherwise." Darry said, still laughing.

They kept up their banter all the way to the Dairy Queen and as they ate their ice cream. The cool night air and cold ice cream gave Cassie goosebumps. She shivered as she and Darry went to throw the paper from their cones away. Darry noticed and took her hand. They had almost made it back to the truck when he stopped suddenly.

Cassie looked up at him to see that he was listening intently to the song playing over the speaker. A shy smile was spreading over his face. He pulled her into him and began to slow dance with her to her surprise. She went along with him as she realized what song was playing. It was Stand By Me by Ben E. King.

Good old Darry, she thought to herself. Of course he would take advantage of a song like this. Cassie leaned into him, listening to the rhythm of his heart. She closed her eyes and let Darry sway her as they danced in the parking lot. The song soon faded away and another came on.

Cassie opened her eyes and turned them to meet Darry's. His blue eyes were gazing at her with an intensity that made her heart jump. His hand reached up from her waist and cradled her face. She let out a tiny breath as his thumb gently caressed her cheek. Then he leaned in and kissed her.

His lips were soft and their touch tentative. He seemed to be afraid she would pull away from him. A blaze of emotion ran through Cassie and she kissed him back. She wanted this kiss as much as he did. Darry hesitated in surprise, pulling back for a moment. Cassie reached for him and this time he let his lips come crashing against hers. The cool taste of him, the smell of old cologne and sweat, the things that made him Darry brought her vibrantly alive in his arms.

She was lost in his kiss, far from the worries of the world. The way his hand fitted in the small of her back, pulling her close sent chills up her spine. He was kissing her face now. Letting his lips glide over her cheek to her brow. Then he stopped, pulling away from her breathing heavily.

"I…I'm sorry. I shouldn't have done that." He stammered out. "I should have waited and asked you." He looked completely shattered.

Cassie stood dumbstruck. It took her a moment to recover before she answered.

"Darry there is nothing to be sorry for. I'm glad you kissed me." she said taking his hand, trying to make him see that all was well.

Hope flared in his gaze, "You're glad? I thought you would be mad at me."

"I've wanted to kiss you ever since we danced in the living room. Why on earth would I be mad?" Cassie said gently.

Darry let out a quiet chuckle, "I guess I'm so used to everything going wrong these days I didn't expect you to really want me. I mean I know we are supposed to be going together, but it just seems too good to be true."

"Oh Darry!" Cassie flung her arms around him and hugged him fiercely, "Of course I want you. I wouldn't agree to be your girlfriend otherwise."

In response he kissed her again. It was a kiss of celebration and relief. In that moment she knew he was falling in love with her. From the way he slanted his lips to hers to the curve of his hand on her waist, these were Darry's way of showing her his feelings. Cassie's heart swelled. She knew it was crazy, but she was falling for him too.

Her thoughts turned to Dallas. He was the one who had encouraged her to give Darry a chance. Dallas seemed to have known all along that they would be good for each other. A shaft of worry shot through her for her brother.

Darry sensed the pause in her thoughts and drew back from her. "What is it?" he asked.

"I'm sorry to spoil our moment, but I'm concerned about Dallas." Cassie said. "He didn't come back all day. Do you think he's alright?"

A knowing look came over Darry, "It's okay. I understand about worrying for your brother. Let's go home and see if he's there. If not we can drive to Buck Merrill's place."

"That's smart. I'm just worried about him with how bad he's hurt, ya know?" Cassie tugged at her hair absentmindedly.

Darry walked to the driver's side of the truck. "He's in pretty sorry shape. But, I've seen him worse. Not that I should be telling you that."

Cassie pulled the passenger door open and slid in. "That's not very comforting." She said to Darry as he sat down.

"It's the truth though. You didn't want things sugar coated when you came so I'm telling you straight." Darry answered.

"I appreciate it. I really do. The facts are ugly though, that's all."

Darry shook his head sadly, "Sometimes life is ugly, baby girl. You can't do anything about it."

Cassie frowned at Darry and smacked him on the shoulder, "I told you not to call me that!"

"Baby girl, I can call you whatever I want if it distracts you from worryin'." Darry smiled gently at her.

Blushing, Cassie leaned over and gave him a quick kiss on the cheek.

Though the drive to the Curtis house was a short one, Cassie could feel her eyes growing heavy. She fought the waves of tiredness. She needed her mind sharp to look for Dallas. She looked over at Darry. He had a determined set to his jaw and his eyes were hard. Cassie could tell he was still mad at Dallas. Not that she blamed him. She was upset with Dallas too. His words had hurt her.

Cassie was tough though. She wasn't about to let Dallas' sharp tongue deter her. When they reached the house, they quickly jumped out of the truck. The T-bird wasn't anywhere on the street, but that didn't mean Dallas wasn't home. Soda and Steve were in the living room playing cards. They both started in surprise when Cassie came through the door.

"Gosh you sure scared us Cassie! We didn't hear the truck pull up." Soda said with a grin.

Darry came striding in behind her, "Either of you seen Dally?"

Steve shook his head, "Haven't seen him since this morning. Somebody said there's a party at Buck's place. Bet he's out there."

Darry opened his mouth, but Soda spoke up before Darry could ask his next question, "Before you get to worryin' Pony's home and asleep. I think he had a real good time with Patty."

"Good for him. I thought he'd be out all night." Darry said in surprise.

"You two are the ones stayin' out late." Soda teased.

Cassie and Darry both flushed at his words. Soda continued, "I really wouldn't worry about Dally. He can take care of himself. Sides he might still need some time to cool off after today. He hates it when anyone thinks he's soft."

"I know you're right Soda. I would feel better though at least knowing where he is." Cassie said.

"We can at least check Buck's and if he's not there, would you be willing to call it a night?" Darry asked.

Cassie nodded, "That's fair. If I don't see you guys later, I'll see you in the morning. Goodnight!"

She walked back out to the truck. Darry called goodnight to the boys and headed after her. They were both tired now.

"I'm awful appreciative for you helping me Darry." Cassie said with a yawn.

He yawned too, "As much as Dallas gets on my nerves I don't want him getting into trouble any more than you do. Anyways you might need backup if we find him."

Cassie had nearly fallen asleep when they reached Buck's. Darry on the other hand seemed more awake. She knew Darry didn't like Buck and the tenseness in his body as they pulled up spoke volumes. There were a dozen or more vehicles parked on street and in the drive.

Darry turned to her and said, "I'm gonna lay it straight Cas. Everybody inside is going to be drunk, smoking, high or a combination of those three. It's going to be dangerous for you. Decent girls don't go there. Stick with me and you'll be fine. Don't let anyone get ahold of you, ya hear?"

The tone Darry was using, woke Cassie up in a hurry. He meant business. She replied, "I'll stick like glue to you Darry."

"Just remember what I said." Darry seemed satisfied that she would listen to him.

They left the truck and headed for the noisy house. Darry gave the door a loud rap that went unanswered for a long minute. When the door finally opened Cassie wasn't prepared for the strong smell of smoke and weed that came rolling out. She couldn't help, but grimace in distaste. The air behind the man who opened the door was thick with neon light and cigarettes. Music carrying heavy beat, blared out into the darkness.

"Whadaya doin' here Darrel?" the man asked. His features were indistinct but his voice was rough.

Darry had on his tough face. The one where he looked cold as ice and hard as a mountain. He clearly made the man in the doorway uncomfortable, the way the man shifted from foot to foot.

"I'm looking for Dally. You seen him, Buck?"

So this was the infamous Buck. Cassie thought to herself.

"Ya, I've seen him. He's playing pool in the back. He's in a bad mood though. I'd steer clear of him." Buck replied looking even more nervous than before.

"Fabulous." Cassie muttered from behind Darry.

Buck seemed to notice her for the first time. He looked at her in surprise. "You must be his sister. You look just like him."

"Unfortunately, I am." Cassie gave a heavy sigh.

Buck's eyes got bigger, "He's been cussing your name all afternoon. And he's drunk now. If your fixin' to go talk to him I'd wait till tomorrow."

"Well if you haven't already noticed he got worked over. I'm hoping to convince him to come home and rest." Cassie said bluntly.

A cough of laughter came rumbling from Buck. "He won't listen to you. I don't know what you did to him, but he's been trying to drink it away. Ya'll should just forget about him. I don't want any fights." Here he started to close the door only to have Darry grab hold of it.

Slowly Darry pushed the door back open onto Buck, much to his dismay.

"We aim to talk to Dallas and that's what were going to do." he said with ice in his voice.

Buck relented with a grimace and said, "Your funeral."

With those words he turned on his heel and walked away leaving them standing in the open doorway.

Cassie and Darry looked at each other. "You sure you want to go through with this?" Darry asked.

Cassie nodded, "Dallas needs to know that I mean business. He wont respect me if I back off every time he gets mouthy."

Darry smiled at her, "You're tuff Cassie Winston. I admire that in you. Now let's go wrangle that brother of yours."

Together they stepped into the smoky room. The air was close and the music thumped a loud beat that grated on Cassie's nerves. She couldn't understand why Dallas found this place so appealing. Girls in skimpy western outfits stood around the kitchen bar clutching drinks and gyrated in the middle of the room. Men in leather and jean jackets circled them hoping for an easy score.

Above the sound of the music and voices came the crack of pool balls from a back room. Darry plunged into the crowded house with Cassie hot on his heels. She recognized some of the greasers that leered at her from the Dingo. She glared back at them daring them to touch her. Cassie heard the mutterings as they walked by, but no one bothered them. Darry parted the revelers like the Red Sea. Even the craziest drunk would think twice before tangling with him.

They came around a corner only to have Darry stop short. He uttered a word that made the other curses Cassie had heard from him seem tame. Since she was behind him she couldn't see right away what had made him so upset. She peered around him in puzzlement.

Four young men were standing around a pool table with beers in hand. One of them was Dallas. Draped around him was a bombshell of a blonde. Where Sylvia had been pretty, this girl was gorgeous. She had curves in all the right places and you could tell that her hair was real and not fake. She was also dressed much nicer than most of the greaser girls Cassie had seen.

Cassie looked at Darry, still confused at his reaction. For the first time since Cassie had met him he seemed truly upset about something. She caught his eye and he immediately flicked his gaze to the floor. Cassie nearly fell over from surprise. That was a most un-Darry like thing to do. Something was very wrong. Clearly she was missing an important part of the puzzle.

The blonde turned around, saw them and broke into a languid smile, "Darrel honey, I haven't seen you in ages! Why your even more handsome then I remember!"

Her voice was low and soft. It held an accent that Cassie couldn't place, but Cassie wasn't thinking about that. She was bristling at the familiarity this girl was giving Darry. Cassie threw back her shoulders and stepped next to him with all the possessiveness she could muster.

"My, my you must be Dally's sister." The girl purred on, "And quite a little looker you are."

"Vicky, what are you doing here?" Darry asked in a strained voice.

The girl smiled and her green eyes glittered, "Ever since we broke up I've been looking for someone special. When I heard that Dallas wasn't with Syl any more I just had to pay him a visit."

At these words Cassie felt the puzzle pieces fall into place. Darry and this girl Vicky had been dating. That's why he had been so troubled. This was his ex, hanging all over Dally like he was her personal property. Suddenly, a spike of pure jealousy ran through Cassie. This Vicky had not only had Darry at one time, now she was after Dallas. It was all she could do to bite her tongue to keep from telling Vicky off. Her hands balled into fists. She wanted to smack the smug look off this interloper.

Darry must have sensed her anger because he shifted his weight toward her so they stood closer together. Vicky raised a perfectly manicured eyebrow at this movement, but before she could say anything Dallas looked up from his pool game and noticed them.

His eyes widened in surprise to see them, then darkened into an angry scowl.

"Whadaya think your doin' here, huh?" he said coldly.

Cassie matched him glare for glare. "Making sure your sorry butt is still alive." she fired back.

This got a bark of laughter from Dallas, "So you suddenly care about me? Is that how it goes? You feel sorry for me so you decide you have to babysit me?"

"Oh I care about you all right o brother of mine." Cassie said stalking towards him.

Dallas smiled dangerously, "Then how come you went an had to go be such a bleepin idiot today?"

"Because I made a mistake. I'm not perfect. You happy to hear me say that? I screw up too." Cassie practically spat at him.

Now they had the full attention of the other three greasers. One flanked Dallas while they other two walked closer to Cassie.

Dallas stared at her. He seemed to be contemplating her words. He opened his mouth to speak, but Vicky beat him to it.

"Dally told me everything about today. Now I know it's none of my business, but greasers are different honey. You can't just let him down like that and expect him to trust you again. You're not a greaser you wouldn't understand. You can't possibly care about him the way we do. You haven't had the same experience." her words were blunt and her face was impassive as she spoke.

Cold rage nearly blinded Cassie at these words. She drew herself up to her full height though she barely reached Vicky's chin. Vibrating with anger she walked slowly up to Vicky with the same dangerous smile that Dallas used.

"How dare you say that to me. I care more about Dallas then anyone else! He's my brother and I love him a thousand times more than a conniving witch like you ever could!"

With her last words Cassie shoved Vicky so hard the other girl went crashing backward into the pool table. This was too much for the other boys. Two of them made a grab for Cassie while the third came swinging at Darry. Cassie ducked away from the first boy, but wasn't fast enough to escape the second. Catching hold of her arm, he roughly yanked her toward him.

She kicked out viciously, hitting him in the shins. In response he backhanded her hard across the face sending her reeling. Through a temporary haze she heard an angry yell. Suddenly, Dallas was bringing his beer bottle down over the head of her attacker causing the boy to release her. He dropped like a sack of potatoes. As she stumbled trying to regain her bearing, Cassie felt a yank on her hair that made her to let out an unceremonious yelp. She spun in place bringing her fist back to connect with her unseen foe.

Her fist made a satisfying crunch as it made a direct hit on her assailants nose. A high pitched shriek rose from Vicky's throat. She let go of Cassie and clutched at her nose that was now streaming blood. Cassie couldn't help the surge of satisfaction when she saw the damage she had done. But she wasn't going to sit and gloat. She needed to get out of this situation.

Cassie used the pool table to steady herself. Darry was slugging it out with the second boy while Dallas had a pool cue in hand going after the third. Vicky was trying to staunch the blood from her nose as she headed for the hallway. Darry sent a crushing blow to his opponent that sent him flying toward Cassie. She leapt out of the way as the greaser crashed into the pool table.

Darry's eyes were alight when he looked at Cassie. A cocky grin crossed his face. He gave her a wink that made her heart stutter. A loud crack brought her attention to Dallas across the room. He had just broken the pool cue over the shoulder of the last boy. His attacker couldn't stand up to this abuse and he ran off clutching his shoulder.

Dallas looked over at Cassie. His eyes were also full of fire. He had a wicked looking smile that made his elfin features positively feral. He threw aside the broken pool cue he had been holding and stalked over to Cassie.

"Nobody touches my sister." he growled.

For a moment he towered over her, daring her to say something. Then he let his smile change into something softer.

"That was pretty gutsy comin' in here tonight." he said.

He was disheveled and smelled heavily of beer, but at that moment Cassie didn't care. She looked up at him and replied, "I meant what I said. I love you Dallas. If you can't get that through your thick head then maybe I need to use a pool cue on you!"

Dallas shook his head and laughed. "I'm not going to get rid of you am I?"

"I'm here for the long haul, brother." Cassie said.

He cocked his head at her. Then did something unexpected. He pulled her to him and hugged her. Cassie noticed that he shot a glare at Darry as if daring him to say something about his display of affection. Darry smiled in response, happy to see them reconciled.

He abruptly let go of her and slouched against the pool table. His gaze hooded again. "Don't think that I've forgiven you. But I'm also not letting anyone touch you."

"I think that's fair, Dallas." She replied trying to not let her elation get the best of her. "But I would be awfully happy if you would come home tonight and rest. Your shoulder won't heal right if you don't."

Dallas hardened his gaze and Cassie matched his glare. He slowly turned away from her to study the far wall.

"You really mean business trying to look out for me now aren't you." He said it as a statement and not as a question.

Cassie quickly replied, "Absolutely. I know your plenty capable of taking care of yourself, but sometimes we all need a little help. All I want is for you to get it through that thick head of yours that I don't plan on leaving you."

"So you're not going back to Detroit?" he asked with an edge to his voice.

"I'm here to stay, Dallas. I mean it. I may have to go for a bit to figure things out, but I'm going to start over here. With you." Cassie's voice was determined.

Dallas fidgeted, seeming unable to answer her. When he finally spoke his voice was a tone Cassie had never heard from him.

"Then if that's the case I better shape up, huh?" his words were soft, almost pleading, but there was steel in them. He was making a promise to himself as much as her.

"I'd say that's a good idea." she replied afraid to say anything more.

Turning quickly to face her, Dallas said, 'Well let's get home then. I've got some healing to do."

The next morning Cassie woke up still feeling the effects of her late night. She lay on the couch contemplating the night before. Part of her still couldn't believe what had happened. Between her kiss and reconciliation with Dallas it had been a full evening. She was still shocked by Dallas' sudden change. He had come back with them last night without a fuss. He'd even allowed her to put a new poultice on his shoulder.

It had all seemed too good to be true. But she wasn't going to question it. Cassie wasn't sure that Dallas would really be able to hold to his word, but she had an idea he was going to try. With a huge yawn she sat up and looked over at the table. Darry was there, hunched over a stack of papers and envelopes.

He rubbed his eyes tiredly. A worried sigh escaped him. He put his head in his hands and stayed that way for a long minute. When he looked up and saw Cassie watching him, he gave her a drawn smile.

"Just now got a chance to look at the mail we got on Saturday. Gas and electric went up. I don't know if I'm going to make the whole mortgage this month, Cas." His tone was weary. Cassie's heart sagged at the sound.

She got up from the couch and walked over to him. She laid her head on his shoulder, "I'm sorry Darry."

The muscles in his jaw twitched, "This isn't how I want you to see me. Barely scraping by. It's not right." he turned his face from her.

Cassie kissed his neck lightly, her mind spinning. "You've got nothing to prove. I think I've made it pretty obvious."

"I know, but I'm supposed to be taking care of things. I'm supposed to take care of you." Here he ran a hand through his hair, "We'll figure something out I guess. We always have."

"You've been doing a great job so far." Cassie said trying to be positive.

They were interrupted by Soda coming into the dining room. He took one look at the two of them and the bills strewn over the table and said, "Must not be good news from the looks on your faces."

Darry grimaced, "That about sums it up. It's a good thing you just got a raise, otherwise I think we would be in real trouble."

"Then we can both work extra hours. It will be close, but it will turn out." Soda said. "We've made it so far. There's no reason why we won't continue."

Soda smiled at Darry and then went into the living room and flipped on the TV. With another sigh, Darry swept the bills off the table. He took the pile to his room with Cassie trailing after him. She stood and watched him as he stuffed them in a drawer by his bedside.

"Is that how you do all your finances?" she teased gently.

He gave her a lopsided smile and answered, "If someone wants all my bills and my bank information they can have it. They will be sorely disappointed with what they find."

Cassie let out a small laugh and shook her head, "And you don't keep your doors locked at night."

"The couch is always open for anyone who needs it." Darry said, then frowned, "Although come to think of it, you might have a surprise one night if someone shows up in the middle of the night expecting it to be empty. We might have to do something about that."

He stared at her with a thoughtful expression long enough to make her squirm.

"What do you suggest then?" she asked to break his scrutiny.

He answered slowly, "I think maybe you should start sharing Dally's room. I know you don't mind the couch, but it really could get you in trouble if Tim Shepard or one of his gang showed up well soused and found you there."

Cassie snorted and smirked, "Won't Dallas love that."

"He won't mind. At least most of the time." Darry grinned at her, "He might fuss every now and then."

From down the hallway Dallas stepped groggily out into the hallway shirtless with only his jeans on, "What is it that I might make a fuss over?" he said with a yawn.

"I'm moving in with you." Cassie grinned at him.

"Huh?" he said still not quite understanding.

"We're gonna start sharing a room little brother."

This finally woke Dallas up, "Since when?" he demanded.

"Since now." Darry answered with a dangerous edge to his voice.

Dallas glared at both of them, muttered some curses, then went back into his room slamming the door. Cassie couldn't help but giggle a bit at her brother's orneriness. She saw that even Darry was smiling and shaking his head over Dallas.

They went back to the kitchen to find that Soda had started breakfast. He was making what looked like waffles, only they were bright red. Cassie gaped for a moment at the waffles already on the platter. Soda saw her big eyes and laughed.

"I put some food coloring in the batter. Don't they look cheery?"

"Soda I don't think I've ever seen red waffles before."

He smiled like she had given him an enormous compliment. "There's a first time for everything Cassie."

She took a plate from the cupboard and dubiously put a red waffle on it. Darry set the butter and syrup out on the table before going back for a plate of his own. Cassie helped herself to the toppings, then with one last suspicious look took a bite. The waffle tasted normal to her relief. Darry came back carrying in a stack of waffles and set them on the table. He sat down next to Cassie and helped himself to the waffles.

Ponyboy came in from the kitchen, yawing hugely. He rubbed his eyes. Cassie watched as he suddenly focused on the stack of red waffles on the table. His eyebrows shot up and he looked quizzically at her.

"What's up with the waffles?" he questioned.

"Soda called them cheery." She replied with a smile.

Soda swept in from the kitchen with Dallas on his heels, "Of course they are. Breakfast should be more exciting than regular old waffles, so I made them red."

Dallas took one look at the red waffles and said a bad word. Despite his feelings he loaded his plate and proceeded to polish them off. Steve and Two-Bit came barging in the front door. They hooted at the sight of the waffles and ribbed Soda mercilessly.

Soon Darry, Soda and Steve headed out the door for work. Two-Bit wanted Dallas' help with his car which left Pony and Cassie alone. Almost immediately after everyone left the phone rang. Cassie flew to it before Pony had a chance to pick it up. He stood watching her as she spoke with the person on the other end.

"Hello? It's me, Charles," Cassie said, "Did he take the offer? Excellent. I need to sign the papers I assume? I can do that today." Here she paused and listened for a long minute. "Yes, I will speak to him." Another pause. "Charles, I plan on staying here."

This time the pause was much longer and Cassie gave Ponyboy an eyeroll. "I understand Charles, but you knew this was a possibility. Yes, I've scouted out a location. Don't worry." At this she appeared to get an earful. Finally, Cassie said, "I don't expect you to relocate. Just me. You can still assist me by phone and computers are starting to take off. We'll figure it out." She listened again, "One last thing. I'll be doing some non-profit work today. It's actually me so don't freeze my account. Thank you for everything, Charles. Talk to you soon, bye."

Cassie was pleased as punch about the call she had received. Pony on the other hand was thoroughly confused.

"What on earth was that all about?" he questioned as his green eyes sparked with curiosity.

She grinned at him, "You are now looking at the newest owner of the DX station Soda and Steve work at."

"WHAT?" Pony yelped.

"Well it's not quite official till I go and sign the papers, but it's just a formality."

Ponyboy's mouth gaped in shock. His eyebrows nearly touched his hairline. "You BOUGHT the DX station?" he said incredulously.

"Yup." she answered, "Now I need you to take me to Gerald Stanton's office. That way I can sign the papers."

"I can take you there….but wait a minute," Pony said, "Whose Charles?"

Cassie laughed, "Charles is my right hand man. He's a retired lawyer. He helps me run all my business stuff. If I have an idea, I call him and he either gets it done for me or tells me that it won't work. He's incredible."

Ponyboy suddenly got a funny look on his face. Slowly he said, "Where's all the money coming from to buy the DX?"

Cassie gave him a hurt expression, "Don't look at me like that Ponyboy Curtis. Everything I do is perfectly legal unlike Dallas. I happen to be the co-owner of a company. A very large company in fact and I like to make good investments when they come along. I see an opportunity to make money in the DX and help Soda and Steve at the same time."

Pony stared hard at her for a long minute, "That's your excuse to your father for staying down here isn't it. You're new business."

She beamed at him in response, "You're sure catch on quick Pony. Hopefully there will be more than just the DX, but it's a good start."

"How much money do you really have, Cassie?" Ponyboy asked.

She shrugged evasively and said, "Enough."

"Does Dally know your actually rich?" Pony questioned still looking shocked.

"No, he thinks it's just father's money. He has no clue I own a business and I'd like it to stay that way for a while yet. I'm close to telling him though."

Ponyboy shook his head, "Are you gonna tell Darry?"

His question took the starch out of Cassie, "I want to. I just don't know how to. I'm afraid of what he'll think…and what he will say."

"He might not be as surprised as you think. I have an idea he's suspected you had some tricks up your sleeve. Honestly, we all have." Pony answered slowly.

"I just don't want him, or you for that matter, to think that I've been using everyone, because I haven't been. In fact, I doubt I would have made any headway at all with Dallas if it wasn't for the gang." Cassie said feeling her heart swell.

Pony nodded, seeming to agree. "We know that Cas."

"I'm scared Darry will think that I see him as less because he doesn't have the same finances as me, but I don't care. He has something way more valuable than money. He has a family and real friends. All the money in the world can't buy those things. He's done so much to take care of ya'll. Compared to him, I'm the one who has nothing." Cassie said dropping her eyes.

When she looked back over at Pony he had a gentle smile for her. "Not anymore, Cas. Now you've got us."

With a jolt, the truth of Pony's words ran through her. Tears stung her eyes. "Thanks for that Pony…you…you sure see things straight."

He came over to her and put his arm around her, "I better, considering I'm gonna be your brother in law some day."

Cassie was mortified, "Oh Ponyboy don't jump ahead."

Pony laughed, "Well if Darry doesn't marry you then I will!"

Shaking her head and laughing, Cassie swatted Ponyboy away from her. Then she suddenly remembered the other important thing she wanted help with. "Would you mind also taking me by your bank? I've got a few things to do there too."

"Sure, we can stop by. It ought to be open by the time you finish with Mr. Stanton."

"Great! Is there anything here you need to get done before we go?" Cassie asked.

Ponyboy shook his head, "Nope. It'll be a bit of a walk so we should get going anyway."

"Then let's head out." Cassie said.

It was a twenty minute walk to Gerald Stanton's office, but it didn't take Cassie long to go through all the papers. Mr. Stanton seemed surprised that Cassie was with a greaser, but as long as he was getting his money he wasn't going to question her. Once everything was in order, Cassie and Pony headed for the bank.

The bank was an older brick building with an imposing exterior. Cassie eyed it appraisingly as they walked inside. She was pleased to see that the woman at the front desk recognized Ponyboy. That would make things easier.

"I'd like to open an account here." she said flashing a big smile at the woman, "I'm afraid I don't have a permanent address here yet, but I can give you my address from Detroit and I am currently living with the Curtis' so Pony can vouch for me."

The woman looked to be in her sixties. Her hair was graying and her eyes were kind. Her name tag read Lizzy. She frowned slightly, then sighed. "Ponyboy isn't old enough to legally do that, but since I know his family situation I will make an exception for you. I'll put down that it was Darrel on paper. I know he won't mind."

"Marvelous!" Cassie pulled out a battered leather billfold from her pocket and began pulling out her personal information. Lizzy brought over a set of papers for Cassie to fill out as she ran copies of her driver's license.

"How's everything going for you boys these days?" Lizzy asked Pony

Ponyboy smiled at her, "Pretty good. We've been enjoying helping Cassie settle in here."

"Well isn't that nice of ya'll. You boys sure are good to your friends." Lizzy replied. Suddenly she got an odd look on her face and held up the paper she had been looking over that Cassie had just finished filling out. "I know I shouldn't be nosy, but are you in anyway related to that Dallas boy?" she asked Cassie.

Cassie gave a nod of her head keeping the same easy grin, "I have to admit that he's my brother. Wild as he is."

Consternation crossed Lizzy's face. "I can't believe it. I see the resemblance though. You look like him."

"We've been getting that a lot." Cassie laughed.

Lizzy still looked shocked, "I had forgotten that there were two children. I don't know how I didn't see it when you walked in. Although it seems you have turned out to be respectable." Another thought flashed across her face, "That's why you're here isn't it? For your brother."

Cassie bristled at the implication that Dallas was a hood, even though she knew he was, she didn't like the inference. Pushing aside her distaste she answered, "Yes, ma'am that's why I'm here."

"Then I applaud you for trying to get a hold on your brother. He has quite a reputation."

"It's an uphill battle," Cassie said trying to keep her feelings in check. She hurried on to her next request. "Now I have one more thing I would like to do before we leave. I'd like to pay off the mortgage for the Curtis house."

You could have heard a pin drop for the silence that came after her statement. Both Ponyboy and Lizzy were stunned. Pony's eyes were big as saucers and she could see the wheels spinning in his head over her declaration.

Lizzy was the first to speak, though she stumbled over the words. "I..well…that's an unusual request. That's an awful lot of money. Are you sure…I mean really…is that something you can do? Do you even know what you're asking dear?"

Cassie eyed her, then firmly said, "I know exactly what I am asking for and I have the funds to do so. This is my way of saying thank you." Here she caught Pony's eyes and stared hard at him.

"You're gonna pay off the house?" he said quietly, his eyes still enormous. "I don't know what to say Cas."

"It's the best way I know how to show you guys my thanks for everything." she replied with a smile.

Lizzy let out a small cough, "Is your home bank aware of this transaction?"

"They are. They have instructions to let the money go through. They know it's me and not a fraud." Cassie answered seriously.

"Then I suppose there's no reason why you can't." Lizzy said looking completely lost.

"Good. I've got a checkbook with me. Will that do? Otherwise I can have the money wired."

Lizzy shook her head, "Checks are fine."

It took only a minute for Cassie to write out the check to pay off the Curtis house. Cassie felt Pony's eyes on her as he silently watched her. Lizzy politely bid them goodbye still seeming overwhelmed by everything that had just happened. When the got out of the bank Pony finally burst from his silence.

"I can't believe you just did that! You just made everything a million times better.

The rest of the day flew by after that for Cassie. They stopped and visited Two-Bit and Dallas as the boys worked on Two's car. They let the boys take them for a spin in the car once they finally got it fixed up again. Eventually they ended their day at the library before heading to the Curtis house.

Darry was quiet over dinner, but he didn't seem as worried as he had that morning. He kissed the top of Cassie's head as he walked by her sending shivers down her spine. Dallas too seemed to be in a better mood. He laughed instead of cussed when Cassie teased him. Ponyboy was a restless ball of energy from the news he was trying to keep to himself. She knew Soda and Darry didn't notice it, but Dallas was watching like a hawk.

Finally, after a card game got too rowdy, Darry told them all to go to bed. Cassie followed Dallas to their room with a yawn. Part of her felt a nudge of awkwardness about sharing the room with him, but she shrugged it off.

"I guess we're sharin' huh?" Dallas said looking her over with a practiced eye.

Cassie stood straighter and eyeballed him back, "That's right."

"You want to tell me what's got Pony all jittery tonight? Cause he wasn't that way this morning. Somethin' tells me it has to do with you." Dallas' eyes dared her to contradict him.

"So what if it is? I can keep some secrets." She said saucily.

Dallas stepped closer so he towered over her, "It must be something awful big to get Pony that excited. He's a cool one. Keeps his head real well. But right now he's about to explode. So you want to tell me what this is all about or not? If you really want me to shape up then maybe you ought to start trusting me." he challenged.

"If I tell you what Pony's all excited about, do you promise not to get mad at me?" Cassie asked.

Dallas' eyes widened, but his voice was flat, "Depends on what you have to say."

"I did some crazy things today little brother." Cassie sighed and sat down on the bed, "I hope they will help."

"What kind of crazy?" he questioned, suddenly looking tense.

"Don't freak out okay? Let me tell you all of it before you go off on me. Deal?"

Dallas frowned, but sat down next to her, "I'll try and keep my trap shut."

Without waiting any longer Cassie blurted out, "I bought the DX that Steve and Soda work at and… I paid off the mortgage for Darry."

Cassie bit her lip in apprehension as she watched her brother's reaction. He blinked owlishly at her for several heartbeats and his mouth hung open. Then he shook his head and closed his eyes.

"Did I just hear you right? Cause I think I've been knocked over the head too many times now." He opened his eyes and said with a furrowed brow. "I think I might need my hearing checked because I can't possibly have heard you say what that sounded like."

"You heard me loud and clear." Cassie replied with seriousness.

Dallas sputtered, "But…but how? That kind of stuff takes money. Big money, that doesn't just lay around. You aren't involved in any monkey business are you?"

Cassie paused for a moment weighing what to tell her brother. "Look Dallas, I haven't told you everything about my life either. The money is mine and don't worry, I earned it legally. I own a corporation. Buying the DX was a business move and a way to help some friends. Paying the mortgage is my thank you to the Curtis family."

"You know Darry is gonna flip when he finds out what you did. He doesn't want charity." Dallas said, and for the first time he looked worried.

Cassie groaned and said, "Oh I'm aware. I've been a mess inside worrying about it. But I really don't mean it that way."

Dallas let out a low chuckle, "You may not be the brightest person I've met, but you're fearless. You sure like to push buttons, Cas. But I kinda get where you're coming from. I would do anything for these guys."

"That's why I had to do it! They might be rough around the edges, but all they need is a chance." Cassie agreed. "And that includes you."

Dallas gave her his dangerous grin, "Oh I'm rough alright."

"But you're going to start shaping up now aren't you." Cassie interrupted before he could say anything else.

He gave her a sour look then sighed, "Yeah…if it means we're back together again then I guess I can put up with behavin' a little more legal like."

Up till that point Cassie hadn't been sure if she could trust Dallas with all of her feelings and worries about him. Now she knew that she could.

"Dallas all I want from you is for you to find something that you love and succeed in it. I can see now that you've been angry at the world for a long time and if your honest probably with me too. I know you can't change overnight, but the way you've been trying has meant the world to me. Just sitting here with you seems like a dream come true. When you got hurt the other night it scared the daylights out of me. It would have killed me to lose you after I just found you. If it seems like I'm too nosy it's because I want to help so bad. That's all."

Dallas was quiet for a long time after she spoke. Finally he said, "Come here." And he put his arms around her and pulled her head to his chest. Cassie could hear his heartbeat. It's racing staccato was a stark contrast to his calm demeanor.

"I was afraid too, ya' know. When we couldn't find you. Almost got in a fight with Darry over it. I missed you for so long Cassie. I was mad at you, but I missed you more.
Then your letter showed up and next you came out of nowhere. I didn't know what to make of you. At first, I thought you were trying to use me to get the old man off your back. But you fooled me good. You were here just for me. I'd finally wrapped my mind around it when you scared me and then I was so mad I couldn't see straight."

"Oh Dallas…" Cassie said softly into his chest.

He stroked her hair, "And that's another thing. Quit calling me Dallas. I'm Dally to my friends and that means you too."

"I might have a hard time remembering that….I've always called you Dallas." Cassie replied.

"You'll get used to it." he said matter of factly.

"I guess I will then." She said nuzzling deeper into his chest. "I never meant to scare you and Darry. I really am sorry."

Dallas let out a deep sigh, "I forgive you. I'm no good at relationships so that's not easy for me to admit, but I want to make this being a family thing to work."

Cassie smiled to herself. She felt a weight lift off her shoulders, "Dally," she said tentatively, "I'm awful glad you're my brother."

Dallas' breath hitched and Cassie felt his heart jump again. He didn't say anything instead he lay back onto the bed pulling her with him. They stayed that way till Dallas yawned loudly. He planted a quick kiss on her head then stood up and got the light to the room. Cassie crawled under the covers and let her eyes shut as she felt the weight of her brother settle into the bed beside her.

The next few days were wonderful and terrible for Cassie. Dallas treated her like an equal, he wanted her to do everything with him, which she was delighted to do. On the other hand she was a nervous wreck worrying about what Darry would think when he found out what she had done. She didn't know how to tell him and their relationship seemed to be deepening. So she tried to let her happiness over her brother cover the anxiety.

Dallas and Cassie came back from a walk down town one evening to find the house very, very quiet. Pony, Soda, Steve, and Two-Bit were all sitting in the living room. They had the TV on, but the usual horsing around was missing. When the siblings walked inside the gang all exchanged glances.

"What's wrong with everyone?" Dallas asked noticing their odd behavior immediately.

Nervous glances were exchanged again, before Soda spoke up, "Darry came home from the bank. He's out back. I think you should go talk to him Cassie."

Cassie felt the blood drain from her face and Dallas swore. Nonetheless, she nodded to Soda. She headed for the back door. Dallas followed her. When she reached the door he put a hand on her shoulder and whispered, "You got this," before turning away.

Nerves singing, Cassie opened the back door to see Darry sitting hunched over on the step smoking a cigarette. A wave of shock went through her. Darry never smoked. He was too proud of his health and strength to risk it. When he heard the door open he straightened and his entire body tensed.

He slowly stood up, but he didn't look at her. "I know it's you Cassie."

Darry's frame was drawn tight and his voice was hard and flat. "How could you?"

Cassie's voice was frozen. All she could force out was a pitiful squeak.

Darry turned angrily toward her his eyes blazing and yelled, "How could you? I told you I don't want your charity." In a fury he threw the cigarette down and ground it out with his heel.

He looked so hurt Cassie felt like she was falling. This wasn't how she had meant for Darry to feel. Suddenly Darry sagged, seeming to lose all of his anger. He collapsed onto the step again.

"What do you want from me?" he asked raggedly staring at her.

Tears coursed down Cassie's cheeks, but she wouldn't allow herself to break. She wanted to run away from all of this. But she needed to explain herself first. She owed him that.

"Darry." she finally managed to whisper out. He flinched when she said his name, cutting Cassie to the core.

It took her a moment to gather her courage again as his sad blue eyes burned into her.

Swallowing hard she tried again, "All I wanted to do was say thank you. Paying off the house was the best way I knew how. I'm not trying to shame you or make you feel like you can't take care of everything, because that's not true." Her eyes begged him to understand, "You have done so much for Dallas and I. Now let me help you….please…I love you." she spoke the last words with everything she had.

Cassie's heart jackhammered. She had said it. Now the question was whether or not Darry truly felt the same way. What if her actions had driven him away? She watched him closely. He blinked at her and took a deep breath. He set his jaw in the now familiar way for when he wanted to hold in his emotions.

"Sit with me?" he asked in a quiet voice.

Mechanically, Cassie walked to him and sat down on the step. She stared at the ground no longer able to meet Darry's eyes.

His voice was still quiet when he spoke, "When I first met you, I thought you were crazy. Brave, but crazy. I couldn't get you out of my head. I couldn't say no to you. And then you stayed for your brother even when most people would have left. That was it. That was when I knew."

Here he stopped and taking a shaky breath he reached out and cupped her face with his hand forcing her to look at him. Cassie met his gaze. What she saw in his eyes made her give a small gasp in surprise.

"I love you Cassie. I really do." Then he leaned in and kissed her.

He kissed her softly at first, but as she responded to his lips he pulled her in closer to him. Any last shred of self control Cassie had was lost when he kissed her. She began to cry in earnest from sheer relief. She wrapped her arms around Darry and clung to him. In response he kissed her with even more fervency.

Soon Cassie was able to bring her tears in check slowing to a sniffle. As she quieted Darry showered her with kisses and rubbed the small of her back.

"I understand now, baby girl." He said as he held her close.

"I'm sorry I hurt you Darry. Dallas, I mean Dally, and I are going to try to be more up front with each other and I think I need to do that with you too. I should have just told you right away about paying the mortgage." Cassie answered.

Darry gave her a quick squeeze. "I didn't help though. I shouldn't have let my temper fly. I'm sorry about that."

They both stayed silent for a minute. Eventually Darry spoke, "I know we fight, but even though we disagree we manage to make up. I've never been able to do that with any other girl. I think it might be a sign I should keep you." he teased.

Cassie smiled and locked eyes with him, "What are you trying to say? It's not nice to play with a girl's heart."

"I'm asking what you think about being a permanent resident at the Curtis house." He smiled back at her and winked. "And it might involve changing your name."

"Hmmmmm…."

Before Cassie could reply any further there was a commotion from inside the house. The back door was flung open and Tim Shepard came storming out followed by the rest of the gang. Tim's face was contorted by rage and fear. His hands were balled into fists as he spoke rapidly.

"They've got Curly. I need you Darrel. We've got to go now."

Darry jumped up, pulling Cassie with him, "Whoa there, Shepard! Whose got Curly?"

"The Socs." Tim spat with such hatred that Cassie thought he might take a swing at Darry right there just to let off steam.

"What happened? Where are they?" Darry fired back, suddenly all business. "And if they nabbed him how come you didn't call the police?"

A pained look crossed Tim's face, "Curly broke into a Soc's garage on a stupid dare. He got caught. I ain't callin' the police cause if he gets caught one more time this month he's going to jail for real instead of just the reformatory." Here Tim stopped and cussed out his brother, "That good for nothin' kid only had to make it one more week before he didn't have to worry about jail time."

"Alright, but where is he? And how did you find out?" Darry asked.

"They worked him over good and now they've got him out behind the old drive in. Remember Bill Harding from school?"

Darry nodded and frowned, "Yeah I do. Great athlete, but had a terrible temper."

Tim scowled back, "Well he and I didn't get along back then and it took a turn for the worse after we beat the Socs. He promised he was gonna' get even with me. It was Bill's garage that Curly broke into. He drove all over town to find me and tell me he had Curly. Told me if I don't show up and fight him then he's gonna break Curly's legs so bad he'll never play sports again."

Darry's face turned to stone at these words. Cassie knew that look. She saw the same hard anger in the eyes of the rest of the gang as she looked around. It was raw fury filled with bitterness about the unfairness of life. She felt her own anger grow over the situation.

"We're with you Tim. You got your guys together?" Darry questioned.

"I've been rounding them up as I headed over. We could probably face off with the Socs alone, but your gang are the best fighters in Tulsa. I can't let that bleeping scum have my brother." Tim growled.

Darry nodded, "Then let's go. Pile into the bed of the truck boys. We've got a date with a rumble."

The air was filled with war whoops that sent chills down Cassie's spine. She watched in sick fascination as the boys high fived each other and started trash talking. There was an electricity to them as they stampeded back into the house to grab shoes and change into tuff looking shirts. Cassie trailed behind them largely forgotten. She didn't want to fight, but she didn't think she could stand waiting for them not knowing what was happening either.

She stood silent in the kitchen as the boys raced madly around her. Suddenly, Dallas and Darry both seemed to remember her at the same time. They converged on her. Both towering over her scowling anxiously.

"What are we gonna do with you Cas?" Dallas said frowning.

Darry glanced at him, "She's not coming. She can't."

Before Cassie could respond, Dallas replied, "I ain't leavin her here. What if she gets taken like they did Curly?"

"No one would dare." Darry snapped.

Dallas gave a sharp laugh, "That's what you think. C'mon Darry, she's tough. She should come with."

Raising her voice Cassie broke in, "SHE is right here and has her own opinions. I don't want to stay here alone and wait. I'm coming with you."

"Absolutely NOT." Darry said in a threatening voice. "I am not putting you in danger."

Dallas turned toward Darry with a glint in his eyes that made the hair raise on Cassie's neck, "She's my sister and I say she comes. I think she might even be able to help us. She may be able to get Curly away while the rest of us are fighting."

"I can help. I promise. And if there's nothing I can do I'll stay in the truck. I've got my switch with me." Cassie pushed.

Pain ran through Darry's eyes, "I don't like it. What if you get hurt?"

Dallas took a dangerous step closer to Darry, "Let her go." He said coldly.

The two stood angrily eye to eye. Finally Darry growled, "If she get's hurt Winston I will have no mercy for you."

Dallas shrugged, "Fair enough."

Both boys turned away then vibrating with nerves and anger leaving Cassie with her head swirling.

She quickly pulled on her shoes and slid into the cab of the truck. Two-Bit and Sodapop were already bouncing around in the bed. Darry jumped behind the wheel, his whole body full of fierce energy. Ponyboy hopped in on her other side, white as a sheet. Dallas, Tim, and Steve came pounding out of the house and filled the back of the truck.

Darry threw the truck in gear and with tires squealing, went roaring down the street. He punched through the radio stations until he found a rock band that screamed out a raucous beat. He and Pony rolled their windows down and let the music pump them up. The boys in the truck bed hooted and pounded on the roof in appreciation for the song.

For Cassie, time was in fast forward. They had reached the drive in even before she had really wrapped her mind around what was happening. A group of Socs stood around a beautiful cherry red Mustang looking far too clean cut to be hanging around just for kicks.

Curly was in the backseat of the Mustang. Even from the truck, Cassie could see that he was hurt. He barely looked up when he heard the rumble of the old vehicle arriving. One of the Socs cuffed him hard for the movement. Cassie felt her blood boil at this action.

Now Tim and the rest of the gang were jumping out of the truck and facing off with the Socs. Cassie too, scrambled out. Around them greasers began to appear as if from thin air till they had a sizable group, outnumbering the Socs two to one. Then the growl of another engine could be heard and a Corvair pulled up next to the Mustang.

Out spilled another six Socs. Now the odds were even. Cassie sucked in her breath nervously. Dallas and Darry both appeared calm despite the coming fight. Tim on the other hand looked ready to clobber anyone who got too near him, even the greasers.

"I'm here Bill. Now let Curly go." Tim snarled.

A tall dark haired Soc stepped forward. He spat on the ground and said, "You only get him back if you win. I see you brought some of your friends Shepard. I can't wait to see the looks on their faces when we beat you greaser scum."

"That wasn't the deal Bill and you know it!" Tim shouted.

"I don't make deals with trash." Bill smirked.

With a wild yell Tim went after Bill, fists swinging. This was the cue for the rumble to start. Whoops went up from both sides as they began to pummel each other. To Cassie's horror, there were no holds barred. The two sides fought like animals. Kicking, scratching, biting, whatever they could do to get an advantage over their opponent.

She watched as Dallas fought off two Socs at once. He was a calculated fighter. Each swing was made to count. He seemed to revel in bringing pain to his aggressors. But he took as much as he gave, making Cassie wonder how he was still standing with the abuse he was taking. Soda and Steve were back to back dealing out haymakers to anyone who got too close to them.

Two-Bit was duking it out with an angry looking Soc nearly twice his height, but he was holding his own. Darry had already knocked out one Soc and had another by the shirt collar. Over and over he slammed his fist in the Socs ribs. Though the Soc was fighting back, Cassie could tell it was a losing battle. Ponyboy had jumped on the back of a boy not much older than him and was trying to choke him to the ground. Tim had gotten separated from Bill and was now ferociously beating the daylights of his opponent.

Looking over the fighters Cassie noticed that there was no longer anyone guarding the Mustang. She remembered what Dallas had said earlier about her possibly getting Curly away. Her heart rose in her throat. She could do it. No one was paying any attention to her.

Skirting well away from the rumble she took off at a dead run. Coming up on the far side of the Mustang, her pulse pounded with adrenaline as she crouched down to remain unseen. Cassie spidered forward till she was next to the back seat. She peeked over the side.

Curly sat in the middle of the backseat. He had a black eye and a large cut running down the right side of his face. A bruise was starting to form on his left cheek and his knuckles were torn and bloodied. His eyes were closed and Cassie was afraid he was unconscious. If he was, she wasn't sure she would be able to get him away by herself.

Taking a deep breath to steady her nerves she hissed, "Curly!" there was no response. She tried again a little louder this time. "Curly!"

To Cassie's relief he stirred, slowly turning his head in her direction. "Whose there?" he croaked keeping his eyes screwed shut.

"It's me, Cassie! I'm gonna get you outa here. Everybody is fightin'. If we disappear quick nobody will notice us. Please Curly, We gotta hurry."

With a soft groan Curly opened his eyes. They were bloodshot and full of fear, but he slid toward the door. Quickly he pulled the handle and nearly fell out of the car. Cassie closed the door behind him as quietly as she could. She risked a moment to scan the fight. No one had yet caught on to Curly's escape.

Curly was slumped forward on his knees too weak to stand. Cassie threw his arm over her shoulders wrapped her own arm around him to give him support. Gritting her teeth she dragged him forward. He leaned heavily on her. In no time she was sweating and panting from carrying his weight. Despite this, they were making progress.

"C'mon Curly. You gotta help me out. We're about halfway there. Let's make a dash for it."

"I don't know if I can Cassie. I'll try though." Curly answered. He was nearly done in.

He staggered upright with Cassie's help. She adjusted her grip on him. Without waiting any longer she set off at a sprint, pulling Curly with her. He stumbled a few steps before matching her stride. She could hear his ragged breath in her ear. She knew he didn't have much left in him.

They were almost to the truck when she heard an angry yell above the sounds of fighting. They had been spotted. Fear coursed through Cassie and added speed to her stride. Then she heard an even worse noise. The crack of a gunshot rang out over them. Without thinking Cassie dove to the ground pulling Curly with her.

There was more yelling, but Cassie didn't look to see what was happening. They were only a few yards from the truck. That's when everything really went south. Curly lost his head and started screaming profanities. He wrestled out of Cassie's grip and stood up shaking his fist angrily at the Socs. Cassie's eyes were drawn to the source of his anger. It was Bill who was fighting off Tim, a pistol in his hand.

Bill managed to catch Tim off guard and slammed the butt of the gun across his face dropping him instantly. Then he caught sight of Curly and Cassie. With a feral grin he brought the pistol level with Curly's chest. Terror ran through Cassie. Letting out a banshee yell, she launched herself at Curly, knocking him out of the way just as she heard the gun crack.

Out of the corner of her eye she saw Darry had come up behind Bill. That was the last thing she remembered before an explosion of pain bloomed in her shoulder and she fell to the ground unconscious.

She woke to the sound of rhythmic beeping. As she opened her eyes she was surprised to find she was laying in an unfamiliar bed. The white walls of a hospital around her. She couldn't remember how she had gotten there. Cassie started to stretch only to have bright burst of pain from her shoulder. Letting out a small, "mmmph," in response she was suddenly aware that she was not alone in the room.

Her groan had not gone unnoticed. Feet scrambled and six faces were looking anxiously down on her.

"Hi guys, what's up?" she asked, her throat feeling strangely scratchy.

She cocked her head trying to figure out what was going on as she watched a range of emotions cross each boys face. Dallas snatched up her hand, squeezing it with a death grip. He dropped to his knees next to her with tears in his eyes. He pressed her hand to his face letting his tears flow over her knuckles.

"I'm alright Dally. It's okay." Cassie said trying to comfort him. She couldn't understand why they were all so upset.

"No, Cassie you're not alright."

She turned her head to look at Darry in confusion. His eyes were full of worry and love. He too had tears running down his face. She had never seen Darry cry, something must be really wrong.

"Baby girl, you've been shot."

"What?" Cassie said in surprise.

"The bullet went through your lung and it collapsed. We almost lost you, but the doctors patched you up in time. It's gonna be long recovery." Darry's voice caught at the end.

At his words, Cassie's memories came rushing back. The fight, rescuing Curly, shoving him out of the way, and the gunshots. She felt her face pale as she remembered everything. She looked over the gang again, this time noticing the cuts and bruises they sported.

With a start she asked, "Is Curly okay?"

Steve answered with a snort, trying to act cool, "Kid's tough. He's gonna be fine."

Two-Bit added quickly, "He was a blubbering mess though. He can't get over that you took a bullet for him."

"I…I didn't really mean to." Cassie stammered, "I was so scared that he was going to get killed. I couldn't let that happen."

Nervous smiles crossed the boy's faces and Darry shook his head. He reached out and traced the line of her face with his hand.

"You're too brave, Cassie girl."

"Brave! I was terrified." Cassie protested.

Sodapop squawked indignantly, "You're a hero Cas. All the greasers in town know about you. I don't think you're gonna hav'ta worry about any greasers roughin' you up after this."

Cassie digested this information, trying to process what it would mean for her future. Her gaze landed on Ponyboy. He hadn't said anything yet. When their eyes met she saw all the anxiety he carried behind the brave face he was putting on. She gave him a sweet smile, that seemed to nearly undo him. He bit his lip and smiled tentatively back.

"So, what happened?" Cassie asked as she realized she had no idea how the rumble had turned out.

Dallas wiped his eyes with the sleeve of his jean jacket, "For once, the Socs got what they deserved."

"We beat'em somethin' fierce." Two-Bit added eagerly.

Darry spoke up, "After Bill fired the first shot I was trying to get to him, but Tim beat me to it. Then Bill knocked him out cold. I heard the second shot. I didn't know it had hit you though. Bill and I went at it, but I beat him."

"The fight was almost over by then." Soda added, "We'd been stompin' the Socs when the shots went off. That kinda scared everybody. Both sides started to scatter."

Two-Bit spoke next, eyeing Dallas nervously, "Then ol Dally went and scared everybody even worse. He'd seen you get shot. He and Curly were down on the ground next you. He was cryin' and screaming your name. We knew somethin' was wrong then."

"We all came running over as fast as we could." Ponyboy finally spoke.

"That's when the cops showed up." Darry said with a deep sigh. "They were real decent to us. I think it's because you were a girl and you got shot that they went so easy on us. They arrested Bill for charges of kidnapping and attempted manslaughter. The rest of us got off with a warning about disturbing the peace."

Steve shook his head, "Normally we'd have all been locked up for a day or two. But I guess they could tell it was self defense."

"They called the ambulance for you and Curly. He's got a couple broken ribs and he busted his knuckles, but he'll be fine." Darry said. "You were the one in bad shape. The police probably saved your life by showing up so fast."

Silence reigned over the room after Darry's words. Cassie blinked as she took in their tale. Suddenly, a yawn escaped her. All of this news made her tired. Dallas leapt to his feet next to her.

"C'mon guys, leave Cassie alone. She needs to rest." He said in a tone so protective and dangerous Cassie nearly protested.

Wordlessly the others filed out of the room. Darry last in line, gave her a lingering look. She saw the desperation in his eyes, but he left anyway. Cassie closed her eyes and let herself relax into the hospital bed. She heard Dallas drag a chair next to her. She peeked at him for a moment. He noticed her and gave her a wan smile. Then he leaned forward, crossing his arms on the hospital bed and buried his face in his arms.

With a small smile she carefully reached out and set her hand on his arm. At her touch, Dallas let out a heavy sigh. Finally, feeling comfortable Cassie fell into a deep sleep.

The next few days were hazy for Cassie. Every so often a doctor or nurse would come in and poke and prod at her. She spent most of the time sleeping. Dallas never left her side. The rest of the gang came by throughout the day. Pony would sit and read to her when she was awake. Darry came to see her every morning before work and went straight to the hospital after he was done for the day.

He would have stayed overnight too, if Cassie hadn't ordered him home to sleep. Dallas was the only one she couldn't persuade to leave. On the fourth day she woke in the afternoon feeling clearheaded for the first time.

Dallas was pacing around the room and nearly jumped out of his skin when he saw she was awake. A thought dawned on Cassie as she watched him.

"Have you been terrorizing the hospital staff?" she asked getting some of her bossiness back.

Dallas stopped and bowed his head sheepishly, then he snapped to attention. "You feel better."

It was a statement, not a question.

"I feel like I woke up from a dream." She said wiggling in bed. She grimaced at the pain from her wound, but she could tell for the first time that it was starting to heal. "How much longer do I have to stay here?"

The look of relief on Dallas' face was undeniable, "Doc says another day or two as long as you keep doing okay. They don't want your lung to collapse again."

"Ugh. I want to go home NOW." Cassie replied.

Dallas let out a shaky laugh, "I sure wish you could. But if they let you go too early and something goes wrong…" he trailed off. He clenched his fists and turned his head from her. He walked over to a wall and in slow motion pounded his fist against the wall. His head was bowed and his shoulders trembled.

"Dally." Cassie called to him.

He slowly turned to face her, his face pale. Pain ran through his eyes and his jaw was clenched. He swore softly, "I promised you wouldn't get hurt Cassie. And then that…" here he called Bill every unprintable name under the sun, "shot you and I couldn't save you in time."

"Little brother you can't save me from everything. Besides, I was the one dumb enough to jump in front of a bullet." Cassie countered. Then a thought entered her head, "You and Darry haven't gone after each other have you?"

Dallas shook his head, "I think he feels as guilty as I do that you were shot. He thinks it's his fault because he didn't get to Bill in time."

Cassie huffed loudly, "What is it with you guys? You know you can't fix everything, but you both act like your superheroes or something."

Dallas almost choked at her words. His eyes burned with a wild light. "Want to know why we act that way? It's because we love you. And we've seen too many people that we care about die. We don't want to lose you too."

His words stung Cassie. Thoroughly chastened she said, "I didn't see it that way. I'm sorry."

"Oh Cassie." Dallas sighed. He sat down in his chair next to her. "I know. That was a pretty tuff thing you did rescuing Curly like that. I knew you could help somehow."

"Well I wasn't going to just sit around when there was an opportunity." Cassie said letting the mischief back into her voice.

Dallas took her hand, "Course you couldn't. You're just like me. And I'm real proud of you for it." For once he gave her a genuine smile. Not trying to hide his feelings behind his usual mask. He really was proud of her.

Cassie's heart swelled. "Thanks Dally. That means a lot to me. It's starting to feel like old times between us again. I think we might be finally getting this sibling thing right."

"Awww, don't go gettin' all sentimental on me." Dallas protested turning red. Then after a moment he added, "Although it has felt good to actually get along with you. Just don't tell the boys. They'll think I'm soft."

Shaking her head, Cassie laughed, "I think it's too late for that."

Dallas swore, but he was smiling so Cassie knew he didn't really mean it. They sat in silence for a few minutes before he blurted out, "Want some real food? I'll run over to the Dingo and get us some burgers."

"Really? That would be amazing. I'm sick of the hospital food." Cassie said hopefully.

"Sure! Darry ought to be here any minute so you won't be alone." Dallas said quickly.

She grinned at him, "I can handle a few minutes of privacy for a burger. Besides I haven't had a moment alone since before the rumble."

"Great! I'll be back soon." With those words, Dallas rushed out the door.

Dallas was right about Darry. Cassie only had ten minutes to herself before Darry walked through the door. He looked surprised to not see Dallas with her.

"Where's Dallas?" he asked.

"He went to get me a burger at the Dingo." Cassie replied, thinking hungrily about her upcoming meal.

Running his hand through his hair Darry smiled at her. He sat down in the chair next to her that Dallas usually occupied. "You must be feeling a little better then?"

Cassie sat up in bed with a grunt, "Well enough to eat a burger. The hospital food is gross." She raised an eyebrow at him, "Although I wouldn't mind some home cooked food."

"When you come home, I'll cook you whatever you want baby girl." Darry said trying not to smile. "But for now you need to focus on getting better."

Cassie slumped back scowling, "Dally says I'm here for at least another day. Maybe more."

"They just want to look out for you." Darry said gently.

"I know. I just want to get out of here. I miss everyone. I want to be home."

A big smile lit up Darry's face at her words.

"What are you smiling about?" she asked.

"You said you wanted to go home. And you meant MY house." Darry smiled even bigger.

Cassie's scowl disappeared, "That's because it is my home now. And I couldn't be happier to call it that."

Darry winked at her, "We're all glad you think so…some of us more than others."

Cassie blushed, but smiled at him. She was glad that she had listened to her brother about pursuing Darry. She couldn't imagine life without him now.

The smile on Darry's face grew serious and Cassie tipped her head wondering what he had to say next. Instead he did something totally unexpected. He reached into his back pocket and pulled out a rolled up newspaper that he had been carrying. She hadn't even noticed that it was there.

He carefully unrolled it and placed it on her lap. There on the front page was a picture of both her and Curly. The headline read, 'National Businesswoman Saves Local Youth'. Below was an article about Cassie's background that went on to outline her heroic act to save Curly. Shock ran through her. What did Darry think now that her full secret was out? She bit her lip and looked at him anxiously.

"I guess you're pretty good at business deals." Darry said without expression.

All Cassie could do was gulp. Nothing she could think of to say seemed sufficient.

"I should have trusted you more when you said you wanted to buy the DX." A smile tugged at the corner of Darry's mouth.

"W…What?" Cassie stammered out with a squeak. "You're not," she gulped again, "mad at me?"

Darry gave her his signature glare, then switched to a sunny smile. "I'm a little mad. But not much. I knew that there was more to you than met the eye. And after everything you've done I guessed you probably hadn't told me your whole story. But I was okay with that. I mean I wanted you to tell me, but you have your reasons. It just stunk that I found out in the paper and not from you."

The truth came spilling out of Cassie, "I wanted to tell you. So many times. I was afraid of scaring you away. All of you actually. But I should have laid it all out when I knew I could trust you."

She took a deep breath and continued, "I know you already read about it, but I have part ownership of CasDal Agency. I'm sure you can figure out who the other owner is."

"Dallas?" Darry asked still smiling.

"You got it. He's a silent partner though. He doesn't know he owns anything. Not yet at least."

Darry took her hand and kissed it, "He's not going to believe you when you tell him."

Cassie shrugged, "I started the Agency because of him. Because of losing Dallas I wanted to help other people looking for missing children. I put together a team of private eyes available for hire, only I did it in a way that the average person could afford it. At first I was losing money like crazy, but then it suddenly took off."

"Then what happened?" Darry asked.

"Once I had some money coming in, I started seeing business opportunities everywhere. I saw ways that I could help communities and make a profit. I took up oddball offers that no one else wanted and made them work. It didn't take long for me to expand across the states. At that point I had the resources to start looking for Dallas again."

Darry shook his head knowing this part of the story. "And that's when you heard from Dallas."

"Pretty much. I couldn't believe it." Cassie said, "It wasn't hard for me to get here then."

"So that's the story, huh?" Darry kissed her hand again.

"That's it." Cassie closed her eyes. All her secrets were out and Darry didn't hate her. Dallas still had a surprise coming his way, but she wasn't worried. He wasn't as nosy as Darry. He too had secrets hidden in his past.

"You still sure you want to stay here? Now that everybody knows about you?" Darry asked softly.

In response, Cassie slowly pulled herself upright. She leaned into Darry and kissed him on the cheek. "I said I was here to stay and I mean it. Besides, I love you. How could I leave?"

Darry smiled at her, "I didn't think you would, but I still had to ask. You've had some experiences that would chase most people off."

"I guess I'm stubborn…" Cassie gave a pained laugh.

"You're the only person so far that can out stubborn me. Which might make you the most hard headed person in Tulsa." Darry teased.

"I don't know about that. You've done an awful good job keeping me in line Darry. Truthfully, I need someone to yell back at me every now and then." Cassie said ruefully.

At this, Darry laughed for the first time in days. He laughed loud and hard, letting out all of his stresses. When he finally got a hold of himself he said, "I'm sorry. I shouldn't laugh, but I can't believe you said that!"

"What do you mean?" Cassie demanded in confusion.

"Here I am, while you're lying in the hospital seriously injured, feeling guilty for all the times I've yelled at you, all the mistakes I've made, and then you thank me for yelling at you. It's just too funny not to laugh at." Darry let a huge grin split his face.

Cassie shrugged, giving Darry a grin. "Well I'm glad I'm good for something. Even if it's just making you laugh."

They were interrupted by a knock at the door. Cassie and Darry looked up. It was Tim Shepard. He stood awkwardly in the doorway with his hands shoved deep in his pockets. He shifted from foot to foot nervously.

"Hey, Tim." Cassie said smiling.

"Hey, Cassie. Glad to see your finally awake." Tim replied.

Darry asked, "How's Curly doing?"

"Kids doin' fine. He's supposed to be resting, but he's already out makin' trouble." Tim said shaking his head with a smile.

A long pause followed that made all three squirm. Finally, Tim broke the silence, "Look, I just came in here to say thank you. If it hadn't been for you, Curly might have been killed."

"Anybody would have done the same thing." Cassie hurried to try and cover Tim's anxiety.

"No, you're wrong. That was a real tuff thing you did. And you ain't even from here. You turned some heads, Cassie. I guess what I'm trying to say is that if you ever need anything just ask. I don't think there's a grease in Tulsa now that wouldn't help you." Tim spoke quickly. "Dally oughta be real proud of you."

Cassie blinked in surprise at his words. The gang had told her something similar, but to hear it from Tim himself was something entirely different. Suddenly, her mind cleared and she focused on a thought that she'd had for a long time.

"Actually, Tim there is something you can do." she said, hoping fervently he meant what he had said.

Tim's eyes widened and he stepped closer to her, "Whatever you want. I've got connections all over Tulsa."

Taking a deep breath, Cassie outlined the plan she'd had since she decided to stay in Tulsa. "Tim, I want to start a bunch of businesses run by greasers. I want to only hire greasers. But I want them to be nice places. I don't want them to be targets for getting trashed and stuff. I know it probably sounds crazy…" she trailed off staring at the floor.

Tim and Darry both looked at her wide eyed. Neither knew what to say. Eventually Tim answered, "So you want me to help you start a business?"

"Not just one, pretty much anything we can think of that this community needs. What I really need help with is convincing people to work. I want them to be able to trust the person hiring them. I'm an outsider. You're not." Cassie said eagerly.

Tim looked completely floored. His gaze found Darry who shrugged in response. "That's a pretty tall order." He said slowly as he felt out the idea.

"I know…but it's my way of trying to help ya'll out. I've got the finances, but I need workers and ideas." Cassie replied, "If there was any job you would love to have, what would it be?"

"Well, I guess if I could pick anything I would build stuff. I can't believe I'm admitting this, but I think how people design houses is real interestin'." Tim turned red as he said this.

Just then Dallas came barging into the room, his arms full with drinks and a bag of food from the Dingo. He looked round at the occupants. "Hiya Tim. How's it going?" he asked setting the food down on the small table in the corner of the room.

"It's goin', Dally." Tim said looking relieved for the interruption, "Your sisters trying to make me respectable."

Dallas laughed as he brought over Cassie's drink, "She's good at that. Might not be a bad idea."

Tim groaned, "I thought you'd be on my side."

Darry had a huge smile on his face when he added, "I don't think you're going to win this Tim. You promised you'd do anything for Cas. She's gonna hold you to it."

Now Cassie turned red, "I'm not that tough, really! If you don't want to help me Tim, it's fine. I mean it. It's a huge request."

Tim held up his hand with a stubborn look on his face. "Hang on there. I haven't said I wouldn't." he slouched against the end of the hospital bed, "I hate to say it, but I don't think your pitch is half bad. Let me think on it, but I might have some ideas to start you out."

Cassie lit up like a Christmas tree, "Thanks Tim. I'm so glad you'll even consider it."

Tim waved her off and with a muttered goodbye he left the room with purpose in his stride. Dallas watched the exchange with interest. He rifled through the contents of the carry out bag and pulled out Cassie's food. He handed it to her.

She ate the meal with relish. The greasy food was a welcome change from the hospital fare.

"What was that all about with Tim?" Dallas asked as he munched on his burger. He cast a wary glance between his sister and Darry.

Cassie gave him a long look in return. "Can I tell you tomorrow? There's an awful lot to the story. I don't know that I'm up to explaining everything tonight."

"I guess. You promise though?" Dallas pressed.

"I promise." Cassie replied.

Darry added, "If it makes you feel better Dally, I didn't find out everything until today. And it is kinda long."

"Well it looks like we're gonna have a long talk tomorrow." Dallas said winking at his sister. "Who knows what kind of secrets I might learn."

Cassie rolled her eyes and groaned, "I think you're going to be sorely disappointed."

Dallas threw a fry at her, making Cassie let out an indignant squawk. Cassie quickly snatched up the fry and launched it back at her brother hitting him squarely on the chest. Dallas nabbed the errant fry before it could hit the floor. He popped it into his mouth much to Cassie's annoyance. Darry couldn't keep in his snort of laughter at the exchange between the siblings.

"You're sure feeling good, baby girl." Darry commented, still laughing.

Dallas winked and added, "I bet you're going to be a handful when we get you out of the hospital."

"What happened to you two being all worried about me?" Cassie demanded, shaking her head.

"Oh, we're still worried about you." Darry said with a smile.

"Just not as much." Dallas stuck his tongue out at Cassie.

Cassie groaned, "I can't even get away from either of you. At least at home I can walk away."

Dallas stood up and walked over to her. He kissed the top of her head. "We aint leaving you. Get used to it."

Cassie finally got to go home two days later. Her talk with Dallas went about how she'd expected. Though she was surprised at how mad he was that she had asked Tim to be her contact and not him.

"I didn't think you'd be interested." She told Dallas.

He'd stomped around muttering curses for a while before settling down and letting her continue. When she'd finished telling everything he was quiet for a long time.

"I'm gonna help you." He finally said.

"REALLY? I didn't think you'd want to be directly involved." Cassie replied.

Dallas had given her a look that said she was slow in the head. "Well you did say I was your partner."

"Silent partner. You don't have to do this." Cassie told him.

"Not anymore. I'm in this with you. We're a real family now." Dallas shot back.

And that was that. Dallas was fully on board with her. Thinking about their conversation brought a huge smile to Cassie's face as she sat between Darry and Dallas in the truck on the way back to the Curtis house.

When they pulled up, Darry carefully slid her out of the truck. Carrying her in his arms Darry walked up the steps to the house. Cassie knew that Dallas was a bit jealous of Darry, but when she gave him her sunniest smile for holding the door open, his moodiness seemed to evaporate.

Darry gently set Cassie down and helped her to stand when they came through the front door. The Curtis house was full of greasers. The normal gang was all there, but joining them was Tim, his outfit along with Rusty and a handful of others that Cassie recognized from the Dingo.

"Welcome home!" they cheered, swarming around her. They whooped and hollered their approval. The only person that Cassie had yet to see was Ponyboy. She searched the crowded room for her friend. Then she saw him. He came from the kitchen his face alight with the biggest smile she had yet seen from him.

In his arms Ponyboy carried a fantastic chocolate cake. It was two whole tiers tall. He set it on the kitchen table with a dramatic flourish. He looked so happy he was about ready to burst. A stack of paper plates appeared alongside the cake. Lemonade and beer were being passed around. It was a real party.

Cassie was swamped with well wishes. Though with Darry and Dallas flanking her protectively, none of them got overly friendly. Dallas led her to the table and cut out an enormous piece of chocolate cake for her. He grabbed a beer for himself. Then Dallas did something that surprised Cassie.

He climbed onto one of the kitchen chairs and let out an earsplitting wolf whistle. The hubbub died down, everyone curious to hear what Dallas wanted to say.

"I ain't much at makin' speeches." he said looking round the room, "But there's somebody here who needs to be talked about. You all know that my stubborn, crazy sister Cassie saved Curly's life."

Laughter interrupted him and rippled across the room as heads nodded along.

"Well that's not the only thing she's doing. She wants to make life better for us greasers. She wants to start some businesses run strictly by greasers. In fact, she's already bought the DX where Sodapop and Steve Randle work."

Mutters of shock were voiced and eyes widened at this announcement.

"When was the last time anyone wanted to help a greaser?" Dallas asked eyeing the crowd. "Hard to think of anything isn't it? Cassie wants to help us. She's proved she's tuff. Now she needs us to help her to make this scheme work. Let's do it for Cassie and for greasers all over Tulsa."

The room erupted with clapping and cheers. Heads nodded, while many a beer or lemonade was thrust in the air in approval. The room was a madhouse. Cassie felt like she would never stop smiling. As Dallas stepped down from the chair, she threw her arms around him. He gently hugged her back. She felt him bury his face in her hair.

"Thanks Dally. You're the best brother I ever could have asked for." She told him.

"Well I don't think I deserve that." He said muffled by her hair.

Cassie hugged him tighter, though her wound protested, "I don't care. You are the best brother."

Pulling apart they looked at each other. In silent agreement the siblings quietly slipped out the back door of the house. The hubbub of the party could still be heard, but it was nice to have a moment just to themselves for a change. They sat down on the steps. Dallas put his arm around Cassie and she laid her head on his shoulder.

They sat that way for a long time. Eventually they heard the door open behind them. Darry's voice said, "Thought I might find you two out here."

"Just taking a break from the fun." Dallas answered.

Darry sat down on the other side of Cassie. He fidgeted awkwardly as if unsure about something. He ran his hand through his hair nervously.

"I've got something to ask you two. This isn't exactly how I planned, but I can't wait any longer."

The siblings turned their attention to Darry, who now looked more nervous than Cassie had ever seen.

"You two have changed me. I can't thank you guys enough for that." Darry said. Then he took Cassie's hand and spoke directly to her, "And now I don't think I can imagine life without you. Pony and Soda think you're the sun and the moon. So Cassie, will you marry me and join our family? With your permission, Dally." He looked over at Dallas.

Cassie couldn't speak. Her heart was too full. She peeked over at Dallas who had a sad smile on his face. He answered before she did.

"Sure, Darry. I think that's just fine." Dallas choked on the last words and he quickly wiped the tears away that were starting down his cheeks.

Cassie felt her own eyes grow wet. She squeezed Darry's hand as he waited anxiously for her reply. When she finally spoke it was with all her heart. "Yes, Darry. The answer is yes!"

The look on Darry's face was priceless. All the pain and sadness fell away from him. He looked like the young man he was. In a blink he had swooped her up and was spinning her around. Dallas stood up too and clapped him on the shoulder in congratulations.

Coming back to his senses, Darry set Cassie down again. She hugged him fiercely. Then she turned to her brother and hugged Dallas. He smiled at her and said, "You dig good, Cassie girl. I love you."

"I love you too Dallas. I love you too."