The Outsiders meet elves: A Keeper of the Lost Cities crossover a Sophitz story

Chapter 55 - Tess

A/N: One with the lyrics, one is the official video. Hope for a peaceful future in a world filled with violence.

Pony turned to Soda, and asked, "You like fights, don't you, Soda?"

"Yeah, sure." Soda said, shrugging. "I like fights."

"How come?" Pony questioned.

"I don't know." Soda said, a puzzled expression on his face. "It's action. It's a contest. Like a drag race or a dance or something."

"Shoot." Steve interrupted, "I want to beat those Socs' heads in. when I get in a fight, I want to stomp the other guy good." He smirked. "I like it, too."

"How come you like fights, Darry?" Pony asked, glancing at Darry, who was leaning in the kitchen doorway.

Soda piped up, "He likes to show off his muscles!"

Darry glared at him. "I'm gonna show 'em off on you, little buddy, if you get any mouthier." Pony looked deep in thought.

"Alyssa, why do you fight?"

"Because. They hurt Johnny. I hurt them. Plus, I hate Randy, after what he did to me. Lying." she said coldly, not letting any emotion seep into her voice.

"I dunno if ya should be in this rumble, Pony." Darry murmured, "Neither should Tess."

"What?" we shrieked.

"I'm fine." I protested, "This ain't my first rumble!" I needed to go. The Socs caused us so much heartbreak, with making us run away, and nearly dying, I needed to go. I needed to make sure they knew we weren't going to break.

"Yeah! What she said!" Pony shouted, unable to think of anything else. I was laughing on the inside, at how unoriginal he was.

"But ya lost weight." Darry said.

"Skin never hurt anyone." Soda said, "No weapons, no danger."

"We'll team up together!" Pony said.

"Actually, I'm supposed to protect you." I corrected, a smug grin on my face. "Johnny's orders."

"She's right." Evelyn backed me up. "I heard Johnny say it to her. He said your head's in the clouds too much, Pony."

"Well, I guess ya can." Darry conceded. "If ya get in a jam, holler, and someone'll get ya out."

"How come ya don't worry about Sodapop?" Pony asked, "I never see ya lecturing him."

"Man, this is one kid brother I don't have to worry about." Darry grinned, and put his arm across Soda's shoulders.

Soda punched him lightly in the ribs.

"This kiddo can use his head."

Soda smirked at Pony. I knew Darry wasn't done, though.

"For one thing." Darry continued, "To grow hair on." He ducked Soda's fist, and flew out the door. Darry leaped off the steps, did an aerial, hit the ground, and bounced up. I could do better than that, though.

"Let's go!" Darry shouted.

"Yeah!" Soda screamed, doing an aerial, before walking on his hands, and doing a no-hands cartwheel. He was wobbly, and nearly fell on his face, when he was walking on his hands. I winced, knowing he'd be mad about it, and take it out on the Socs.