Author's Note: This story is set four years after the original "Grease" ended, but does include Stephanie and Michael from "Grease 2." Enjoy!

Danny Zuko leaned against the railing of the raised porch in Sandy Olson's backyard. With his arms resting on the top, he balanced his cup of tea in one hand. He watched his girlfriend of four years chat with her mother in their white gazebo. Sandy's blonde hair was pulled back in a loose ponytail, which brushed her neck as she threw back her head and laughed at a joke her cousin Michael had told. He sat between his aunt and cousin, pouring tea and offering sugar and cream, as if he were the host.

Stephanie Zinone came up beside Danny. She leaned against the nearest porch pole, her blonde bangs ruffled by the summer afternoon breeze. "Thank God it's nice enough we can be outside today instead of in that stuffy parlour," she muttered.

Danny smirked but said nothing. Despite the fact that Stephanie had been coming to these Sunday afternoon teas for almost three years, she had never gotten comfortable at them. Danny couldn't really blame her, though. Danny had watched Mrs. Olson long enough to know she didn't approve of her favourite nephew's girlfriend. Perhaps it was the fact that Stephanie wasn't out to please everyone that ruffled Mrs. Olson's feathers.

Mr. Olson opened the backdoor, balancing a tray of cookies in one hand and a fresh pot of tea in the other. He smiled at Danny who opened the door the rest of the way. He offered the plate to the two on the porch, but both politely declined. He went over to his family, leaving the two alone.

Danny still didn't really do tea—or parents—but Sandy's family had become the one exception to Danny's lifelong rule. When it became clear Danny was not just a phase for their daughter, they opened their home to him and really made him feel like he was not a burden—a first for Danny. He had learned that, despite Mr. Olson's suits and ties, there was a grease monkey just waiting to sit in the garage on a Saturday afternoon tinkering over an old car. Although Mrs. Olson was the picture of a perfect housewife, she loved to laugh and tell stories. She had a way of making anyone feel welcome in her home.

That must be where Sandy got it from, Danny thought.

Danny slipped his hand into the inner pocket of his black leather jacket and discreetly handed Stephanie his flask of whiskey. She turned her back to the gazebo as she poured a hefty dose into her cup of tea. She handed it back without a word then took a long sip.

"Thanks," she said quietly. "I needed that."

Danny poured a few drops into his tea as he nodded. "No problem."

Stephanie faced Mrs. Olson's perfectly pruned yard once again. "How are things going at the shop? Michael said you asked when he could come back to take some shifts."

A year after high school, after he and Sandy had spent a year travelling and just enjoying each other, Danny had come back to his hometown and decided it was time to figure out what to do with the rest of his life. It turned out Kenickie was in the same place. With a baby on the way with Rizzo, Kenickie couldn't settle for part time work at the grocery store.

Over a few beers, the two decided the only thing they were even remotely good at, the only thing they actually enjoyed doing, was working on cars. They weren't half bad, either. Danny saw a need to open up a new mechanic shop and Kenickie agreed it would be better than working for someone else. They had never been good at following orders.

Danny had expected the Olsons to scoff at the idea. What did Danny know about running a business? Sandy, of course, was supportive from the beginning, but it surprised Danny when her parents got behind the idea. Mr. Olson's accounting skills came in handy when applying for the business loan. It turned out Mrs. Olson had an eye for real estate. Within a year, Danny and Kenickie's mechanic shop was up and running. It wasn't long before Sonny, Doody, and Roger "Putzie" joined the team as mechanics. They hired a girl to work reception during the week, allowing Sandy to continue going to medical school.

Danny shrugged at Stephanie's question. "We're steady, but there's always a need for guys who know their way around a bike. Mike is the best I know."

It was true that upon first introduction, Danny was sceptical of Michael as a mechanic. He didn't believe a man who wore polo shirts and sweater vests could work their way through an engine, but Michael had proved his worth when Danny's bike crapped out late one night and Michael came to his rescue. Since then, Danny put Michael to work anytime he was home from Harvard, which wasn't nearly as often as Danny would like.

Stephanie smiled as she stared at her boyfriend. She had moved with him when he started his degree in English Literature. She had floated between jobs for a half a year before deciding to go to school to become a fashion designer. Danny was happy she had found her passion, even if it didn't impress Mrs. Olson.

"You gonna do it tonight?" Stephanie asked, her voice barely a whisper.

Danny subconsciously placed his hand in his jean pocket. He fingered the ring box. "On the way home," he muttered. "I finally managed to talk to her dad last week."

Although Sandy had bucked tradition in a number of ways over the last few years, Danny knew she would want to know if Danny had asked her father for permission to marry her. She would still make her own choice, for Sandy always got what she wanted, but it would comfort her to know her parents approved. She was still, after all, Daddy's little girl.

Stephanie smirked. "Was there ever any doubt he'd say no?"

Danny shrugged. Dating their daughter was one thing. Marrying her, though? That was a commitment Danny never thought he'd make. As he stared at Sandy across the yard, her blue eyes darting from her mother to her cousin, a smile on her face, Danny thought his heart would burst. She was the only one who could make him feel like that, and he knew he would be a fool not to marry her.

The rest of the afternoon passed in a haze of lukewarm tea, chewy cookies, and conversation. Danny had arranged a barbecue at his place that evening and Sandy had already told her parents about her plans to spend the night at Danny's. Mrs. Olson still didn't approve of the unwed couple spending the night together, but Mr. Olson had long ago decided Danny wasn't going anywhere. If they couldn't trust Sandy with him, they couldn't trust her with anyone.

Danny had Sandy's overnight bag in one hand and Sandy's hand in his other. They said goodbye to her parents, Michael, and Stephanie, then left Sandy's backyard for his place.

Soon after the shop started making a profit, Mr. Olson had helped Danny fill out the paperwork for a mortgage. Although the house wasn't as lovely as the Olson's, it was only a few blocks from Sandy's, and it would certainly be a good place to start his life with her.

On the way to Danny's, Sandy swung their intertwined hands. "I'm so glad we get to see everyone tonight. I've missed the girls!"

Since getting accepted into medical school, Sandy's social calendar had emptied. She did make time for her friends, but they were all adults now and had lives of their own. Danny was sure if the guys didn't all work together, he would hardly see them.

"Yeah, we could definitely use a night to unwind," said Danny. The ring box jammed into his thigh. He swallowed.

Sandy smiled, oblivious to her boyfriend's nerves. "I hope Rizzo brings the baby. Although, I guess Rosie isn't a baby anymore!" she said with a giggle.

Kenickie's daughter had her father's charm and her mother's attitude, a deadly combination in a three-year-old.

"Oh, and Marty said she would bring her new headshots. I can't wait to see them! Her new contract with that modelling agency she mentioned last time is such good news." Sandy glanced up at Danny. "I expect we'll see her on all the billboards soon."

"Hopefully she doesn't become too famous to do promotional shots for the shop," Danny said with a chuckle.

Sandy's stomach gurgled. "Jan said she was bringing pastries tonight, right? Those cookies won't hold me over until the burgers are ready."

After high school Jan and Putzie got married and while Putzie turned wrenches, Jan made cakes and other sweet treats at a local bakery. She was constantly plying her friends with tasty treats. Danny was amazed they all weren't five hundred pounds by now.

"I sure hope so. Your mom makes great cookies, but her portion sizes are lacking."

They turned the corner where a little park was hidden. Danny steered Sandy towards the swing set. "Want to go for a quick ride?"

Sandy raised an eyebrow. "Won't we be late?"

Danny shook his head, tossing her bag to the sandy ground. "We've got time."

She grinned. "Race you!"

"Hey, no fair! You cheated!" Danny said with a laugh as he ran after her. Sandy rarely wore full skirts now, which gave her an advantage as she ran in her violet slacks to the swings. She beat Danny, but he decided to push her while he gathered his nerves.

Finally, when he realized he hadn't been listening to Sandy for the past few minutes, he walked around to face her. He cleared his throat.

"Sandy, there's something I want to ask you." He dug the toe of one of his steel-toed boots into the sand as he heart rammed against his ribs. "You know when we met that summer five years ago? I think about that time a lot. How lucky I was to have met you by chance, and how different my life would be without you in it. And not in a good way."

Sandy smiled, placing a hand over her heart as the swing came to a slow stop. "Oh, Danny. I think about it, too. To think, our summer romance got us here!"

Danny nodded. "And see, that's what I want to talk to you about." He took a step closer, his one hand fishing out the ring box. "I don't want to spend another second without you by my side. You're the one that I want, Sandy." He got down on one knee in the sand. He pulled the ring box out and flipped it open, revealing the gold wedding band topped with a small sapphire. "Sandy Olson, will you marry me?"

Sandy's eyes widened as she looked between the ring and Danny. Suddenly, she launched herself from the swing and into Danny's arms. "Of course I will!" she said, her laughter hiding her tears of joy.

Danny held her tight, burying his face against her neck that always smelled like vanilla, his favourite. He swallowed, his throat thick with tears, and smiled.

After many kisses, the newly engaged couple got off the ground and made their way back to Danny's. The ring sparkled on Sandy's finger. Danny couldn't stop glancing at it every few seconds.

Danny's house was a modest two-bedroom bungalow, but it had a big backyard, enough to fit the gang. Danny opened the back gate for Sandy, and when they entered, their friends greeted them with cheers and applause.

Sandy blushed and laughed as she flashed the ring. The girls pounced on her, exclaiming at its beauty and how it suited Sandy. Frenchy immediately started asking questions about Sandy's hair for the wedding. Since opening her beauty salon, she had quite a few clients but said she would fit Sandy in no matter what date they chose.

Frenchy hugged Sandy. "Just think, the first wedding of our friends!"

"What about me?" exclaimed Jan, hands on hips.

Marty rolled her eyes. "Yours was at the courthouse. You didn't even throw a party!"

Sandy shook her head. "It was still lovely. A wedding is a wedding, no matter how many people are there." She smiled at Jan, who blew her a thank-you kiss.

Kenickie came up to Danny and clapped him on the back. "Finally making an honest woman out of her, huh Zuko?" he said with a smirk.

"That's more than can be said for you, Kenickie," Danny said, elbowing his friend playfully.

Rizzo, with her daughter Rosie on one hip, came up to the boys and kissed Kenickie's cheek. "I'm not a white dress kind of girl." She went over to Sandy and hugged her. "But I have no qualms about being a bridesmaid, do I Rosie?"

"Can I throw flowers?" Rosie asked, her blonde curls pulled back in pigtails.

Sandy took her from Rizzo's arms and kissed Rosie's cheek. "Of course you can, darling! I couldn't think of anyone better to be my flower girl."

Sonny went to the little patio table and brought back an armful of beers. "Let's get this party started!" He handed out all that he had then went back for more.

Kenickie offered to start up the barbecue, leaving Danny and Sandy with little to do besides enjoy the company of their friends. Danny led her to the porch swing he had set up near the fire pit and helped her into his leather jacket. She shivered as she slipped it on, thanking him with a smile.

Sandy leaned her head on Danny's shoulder. "Can you promise me something, Danny?"

"Anything, babe." He kissed the crown of her head.

"Promise me that we'll always be this happy."

Danny squeezed her shoulder. "I'll try my hardest, Sandy. As long as we love each other, anything is possible."