A/N: this is for @maxisprettygay @sodapopcurits @maybe-i-want-to-stay-silver and everyone else!
Au: Pony couldn’t stand to watch another one of his friends die. In grief he decided to use his track skills one more time to run in front of everyone and take the bullet for Dally. Ponyboy fell and a few recent memories haunted Dally as he looked down at the one in the gang he never appreciated enough.
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Dallas clutched the empty gun tightly to his chest. Tears streamed down his face, as he ran from everything. His past, his best friends, and worst of all: his biggest loss. Sirens echoed through the night, Dally’s feet his the rough pavement as he headed towards the park.
Police cars chased him down the street, along with his best friends. Pony spotted him by the crossing, and felt his heartbeat race. Not Dally, please not him too. Not both him and Johnny. His thoughts flew through his head, as he ran down the street towards the blond boy.
“No don’t shoot! He’s just a kid! Stop!” The police cars came to a stop, policemen jumping out. The wind raced through Ponyboy’s hair as he ran for his life (literally). And in an instant, everything went in slow motion. The boys ran for as if their lives depended on it, Dally pulled out the empty gun, and Ponyboy ran in front of his friend, gunshots cracked in the air.
The gang ran up to him, screaming hid name loudly, as if he would wake up when they shouted at him. Darry and Sodapop fell to their knees, shaking uncontrollably, as Pony’s eyes glazed over. “FUCK YOU!” Darry shouted at the police men, tears streaming down his face. Soda shook his younger brother, as if any minute he would come back.
“Plead Pony…please don’t do this!” Darry sobbed, biting his lips hard enough to draw blood. He laid his head in his chest, and rocked back and forth, as Soda, Steve and Two-Bit fell to their knees. “Come on little buddy, please wake up! Please, please, please!” Steve and Two begged.
Dally stood behind the boys, something tight in histomach. He tried to swallow, but there was a lump in his throat that prevented him from doing so. He dropped the gun from his shaking hands, his body frozen in the spot. Ponyboy just saved his life, Ponyboy, the kid of the gang, Ponyboy, the youngest of them all, Ponyboy, the one who had a whole life ahead of him, dead.
“Pony,” he whispered, his voice raspy and dry. Tears streamed down his face, as he looked at the pale boy in front of him. No this…this is a dream! Any minute he’ll wake up, and Pony will be coming home from a late track meet, and Steve and Soda will be playing cards, and Darry will be cooking even after a long day at work, as Two will be watching Mickey with Johnny sitting on the couch.
He closed his eyes tightly, and tried to imagine it, but all he saw was Ponys face, burned into his vision. He couldn’t run, because even if he did, his mistakes would find him. So he decided to kneel down next to Darry, and hold Pony’s head in his lap. “C'mon Pone, don’t….don’t do this,” he muttered, and gently nudged his chest. “Ponyboy please,” he whispered, and laid his head on Darry’s back.
Soon the whole gang had formed a circle around the boy, and were all holding some part of him. Darry and Dally at his head, Steve and Soda on both sides of him, and Two at his feet. He balled up his shirt is his fists, and whispered something softly, rocking back and forth. “Please Pony,” Two-Bit whispered, and Steve put an arm around him.
Darry softly kissed his head, and whispered a soft, “I love you,” in his youngest brothers ear. Memories of Dallas and Pony washed over him like waves, as he went back to when he and Ponyboy met. He was 10, and Pony had recently turned 7. They were playing football, and Ponyboy fell, scraping his knee. Dallas had a bandage in his pocket and put it on his elbow, telling him to be more careful. That was the first time Dally actually truly cared for someone.
Dallas felt tears fall down his face, and onto Pony’s cheek, as he recalled when Ponyboy told him about his first crush. He was only 8, and Dal was 11, but he knew what he was doing.
“Okay remember Pone, girls love a good kid, with a little edge to him, so can you do that?” Dal said, and put a hand on Pony’s shoulder. “I don’t know, why can’t I just dump sand in her hair at the playground, she’ll know what I mean,” he whimpered, and Dallas laughed softly, ruffling his hair. “Kid, you’ll be okay, just walk up to her, hand her the flower, and asked her if she uh…I don’t know…wants to nap next to eachother or something,” he shrugged. Pony gasped, and turned to face Dallas. “Napping together? Dallas, that’s moving way to fast!” He paused for a second, but smiled. “I like it!” Dally smirked, as Mrs. Curtis called him.
Dallas smiled softly, as he looked at Ponyboy’s pale face. And then reality washed over him. Pony was never going to grow up. He was going to stay frozen and 14 forever. He was never going to graduate, never going to college, never becoming a famous track star, never going to get married, have kids, and have a beautiful family. All because of him. Because Dallas was a dumbass, who ruined it all for Pony. “NO!” He screamed, and the boys jumped.
“Dallas? What’s wrong?” Darry asked, his eyes bloodshot red and voice raspy as he held onto Ponyboy. “This is my fault, I did this to him. He tried to save me and I ruined his life! He had a whole future ahead of him, and I just lost that for him, because I’m selfish,” he sobbed, and buried his head in Darry’s chest, as he soothingly rubbed his back. “H-he could’ve become a-a track star, he-he could’ve g-gone to college, gotten m-married, and have a good l-life.”
They all wrapped their arms around him, and for the first time, Dally excepted the affection from his friends. Still holding on tightly to Pony, Dallas whispered something in his ear. “Hey, I-it’s me. I-I’m sorry Pone, I ruined everything. But I promise, I’ll change…for you, and Johnny. Imma be better for you Ponyboy.” He pulled away for a second, then added, “Tell Johnnycakes I said hi, for me.”
Sirens soon came into earshot, and the police pulled them away from the young boy. “Excuse me, do you know this boy?” A police officer asked Darry. He cried a bit, then nodded. “That was-that is my youngest brother, Ponyboy Curtis.” The officer wrote something down in a notepad, ad motioned for a few more officers to pull them away.
Ambulance carefully pulled Ponyboy onto a stretcher, carrying him away in an ambulance truck. Dallas tried to take a deep breath, but failed every time. “It’s…going to be okay,” Darry whispered, and put and arm on his shoulder. And for the first time in almost 9 years for Dal, he felt that it was.
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