Darry's POV

I woke up, confused as to what had happened. I guess I must have dozed off when I got home from work. It had been a rough day.

Then I noticed that I wasn't alone. I looked over, and Ponyboy was leaning on my shoulder, asleep. He looked exhausted. Poor kid, I thought.

Sodapop was in the kitchen, fixing supper. I felt bad for not being up to make it. He shouldn't have to work anymore than he already does.

I thought about getting up, but Pony looked awfully comfy, and he needed his rest. So I sat there, until Soda came out of the kitchen and said, "It's time to eat."

I nudged Pony, waking him. His eyes held the same confused look mine must have held when I first woke up. He got up, drowsily, and said, "Is it time to eat?"

"Yeah, kiddo. Supper's ready. Let's go eat." I helped him up and we went into the kitchen to eat.

Ponyboy's POV

After supper, I figured I'd sleep well tonight. My stomach was full(almost too full) and I had a long day. I went to bed around eleven, and Sodapop came in around midnight, but I didn't hear him. I was asleep.

Sodapop's POV

I heard a faint whimper next to me. I looked at the clock. It read 2:45. I wondered what was going on.

When I turned around, I saw Ponyboy. Tears were going down his face and his hand reached out to something that I couldn't see. He started fighting something, only he saw, and I tried to wake him.

"Ponyboy, wake up. You're having a nighmare, that's all. Wake up." I shook him. He didn't wake up.

Then he let out a pained scream, and soon Darry joined me in our room.

"What's going on?" He asked, clearly shaken.

"It's Pony. He's having another nightmare and won't wake up. Should I get some water?"

"Yeah, you might as well." Darry went and sat on the bed. Pony grabbed his wrist and squeezed, as though he were fighting off pain. Darry winced, but he could take it. He was the strongest guy I knew.

I ran into the kitchen and got some cold water in a glass. I came rushing back, trying not to spill too much.

"Hurry, Soda. Give it to me. I think something's wrong." Darry said, alarming me. I handed him the glass and he poured it on Pony's face. He sat up quickly, and screamed.

"Easy, easy, kiddo. It's okay. It was just a nightmare." Darry calmed him.

"What-" Pony started, but stopped, with exhaustion. He lay back down on the bed and trembled.

"It's okay, bud. You're all right." I said, trying to comfort him.

"Are you all right?" Darry asked him, taking his hand.

"I-I think so. Sorry to be such a pain." Pony replied.

"Don't you say that again, Ponyboy Michael Curtis. You're our brother and we'd do anything for you. You've never been and never will be a pain." Darry scolded.

Pony flinched a little, as though he was expecting Darry to belt him.

I laid down next to him and put an arm across his chest.

"I think we'll be okay now, Superman. Get some sleep." I yawned.

"Okay, but if you need me, you know where I am." Darry got up and left.

I fell asleep soon after that, with Ponyboy trembling under my arm.

Ponyboy's POV

Again, sleep wouldn't come once I had the nightmare. I tried, but everytime I closed my eyes, fear would wake me up. This time, the only thing I remembered was me watching a movie.

The nightmares returned the next two nights, too. I never slept, and I only rememberes bits and pieces of my dream. On the fifth night, things changed a little.

Darry's POV

Waking up, almost on cue, I heard Pony screaming my name. I got up out of bed and ran to his and Sodapop's room. They were both awake, or so it looked.

"What is it, Pony?" I asked, since he hollered my name.

"The-the nightmare. You were in it. . .and so was Soda. I-I wasn't sure why, but I got worried that something was wrong with you two."

"We're here, kiddo." I said, reassuring him. I put my hand on his shoulder and squeezed.

"You said Johnny's name in your sleep, and Mom and Dad's, too. What do you remember about Darry and I being in your dream?"

"You-you were above me. Darry had been crying, or so it looked, and Soda was staring down at me. I remember Darry say, 'He's gonna pull through this okay,' but I wasn't even so sure. I felt a painon my head and I was cold."

Soda and I shared a look. This sounded vaguely familiar.

"Are you going to be okay now?" I asked. I had noticed him looking more and more haggard. He had dark circles under his eyes, and his track coach said at one of the practices, he had passed out. I was starting to worry even more about him.

"Yeah, yeah I guess. Thanks for coming so fast." He grinned weakly.

I went back to bed and fell asleep soon after. These nights were tough on me and Soda, too.

Pony's POV

I couldn't sleep at all, and what I realized about my dreams would never let be get any sleep. So I wouldn't bother Soda, I got up and into the living room. I sat on the couch and thought through my predicament.

I was alone in the dark room, when I heard a voice behind me say, "Ponyboy?"

I jumped, not expecting someone to come up behind me. I turned and saw Darry's dark feature standing in the hallway.

"Hey, what's up?" I asked, trying not to look as shaken as I was.

"What's the matter?" He asked as he sat in the arm chair across from me.

"It's nothing." I said, trying to change the subject.

"Ponyboy, you know me by now, so don't you think I know you? Tell me."

"Okay." I continued to tell him what had been happening for the past five days, and then I told him what was really bothering me.

"I think I know what my nightmares are about." I said carefully.

"Oh? And what's that?"

"It's about what happened three months ago. I didn't realize it until now, but it all adds up. I remember a switch blade and blood, like when the Socs jumped me; watching a movie, like at the movie theater with Cherry; I cried the one night, like when Darry hit me; I was coughing the other night, like when I was in the burning church; and last night I remembered a pain on my head, and that stuff about you guys, like when I was so sick and when Johnny and Dallas died. It all adds up."

Soda had gotten up in that time, and was listening to what I said. Darry looked like he was in deep thought.

"It makes sense, but why would it happen again?" Darry asked.

"I don't know. I never wanted to go through that again." I shivered. "It was the worst time of my life. . .that, and when Mom and Dad died."

Darry came over and sat next to me on the couch, and then Soda. We all sat there, knowing that the nightmares were over, because that was all that was left of the story.

Darry placed a hand on my shoulder, and then Soda put one on my other. I put my arms around their waists and we hugged. We had weathered the storm together, and we would always be there for one another, no matter what it was. And we did it because we were all we had, and we were all we'd ever have. . .we were all we had to hold on to.