A/N: I know all my regular readers are probably sitting there going: Really, MPHknows, another story? I couldn't help it. If you've read The Outsiders, then you'll know what I'm about to stop. And, yes, I have come up with a new OC. Do you really think I'd use one of my other girls for a different fandom? If you've liked Scorpion, or Phoenix, or Lupo, then I think you'll like this new girl when you get to meet her.

Disclaimer: I do not own The Outsiders. All the rights of that go to S.E. Hinton.

She Sings the Blues

Prologue

We reached the vacant lot just as Dally came in running as hard as he could, from the opposite direction. The wail of a siren grew louder and then a police car pulled up across the street from the lot. Doors slammed as the police men leaped out. Dally had reached the circle of light under the streetlamp, skidding to a halt, he turned and jerked a black object from his waistband. I remembered his voice: I been carrying a heater. It ain't loaded, but it sure does help a bluff.

It was only yesterday that Dally had told Johnny and me that. But yesterday was years ago. A lifetime ago.

Dally raised the gun and I thought: You blasted fool. They don't know you're only bluffing. The police raised their own guns, but something made the night freeze. Something made the fuzz stop and Dally drop his heater. A female voice shattered the silence her scream had made, "Don't shoot! Please don't shoot! The gun's not loaded." Whoever it was sprinted over to Dally, muttering over and over, "I'm here, I'm here. Everything will be okay, everything will work out."

She held his head to her chest and sat down as he crumpled to the ground, sobs raking over his body. I had never seen Dallas Winston cry, but it hurt my chest to watch him convulse in tears, to hear him sob.

One of the officers went to step forward, but the girl turned to glare at him. "Just leave," she growled, "Can't you see he doesn't need this right now?"

The cop opened his mouth to speak, but she cut him off, "Leave. You don't know what he's been through. Just leave. The guns not loaded," she threw it at them, "take it."

The fuzz didn't argue with her. Once the taillights disappeared, the girl, no younger than Soda, wrapped her arms tighter around Dally and kissed his head. As we approached, we could hear her whispering, "I talked to Johnny this morning. He said it was worth it. He said those little kids had so much more to live for. Dally, he told me to tell you that he's seen the good in the world. It may take you a while, but you can see it too. He told me to tell you to not do anything stupid. Dally, baby," her voice broke, "don't do anything stupid."

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