A/N: First time doing a Outsiders fic. Sorry guys, I keep starting different fics XD I'll get em all done no worries!

Disclaimer- I do not own the Outsiders! They belong to the lovely S.E Hinton.

(Soda POV)

There was a first for everything and it was definitely a first seeing Darry hit Pony. Never had Darry raised a hand to either me or Ponyboy. It both surprised, as well as shocked, me the moment I saw my older brother hit Pony. The very thought of it twisted knots in my stomach. If someone would have told me that Darry hit Pony and I hadn't saw it with my own eyes, I would have never believed it, swearing that they gone mad for even suggesting such a thing. Still, I did see it and all I could do was stand frozen on the spot with my mouth gaped open.

Darry hit Pony.

That was the first thing that registered in my mind. Sure, my brothers have been fighting relentlessly and I guess I thought sooner or later it would get ugly but I never pictured what just happened. It wasn't right, they weren't suppose to spiral so out of control that fists started flying. I was in complete shock. That's the only word for me right now.

Utter shock.

That shock, however, quickly shifted to fear when Pony, a look of equal surprize and hurt in his expression, wasted no time in standing up and running out of the house, the door swinging shut behind him, leaving a stuttering Darry behind. I wasn't sure what he was saying, worry for my little brother making my ears useless at the moment. Anything Darry said was lost in the flood of concern that automatically floored me with a sense of dread. Something about seeing Ponyboy run out of the house like a jack rabbit sent a wave of uneasiness down my spine.

Darry had NEVER laid a hand on him and it must have been unbearable the moment he was knocked to the floor, no doubt thinking exactly what I was.

"Pony!" I yelled for my brother, dashing past a grief stricken Darry who was at a loss for words but I could see the regret for what he done shinning in his wide eyes.

I opened the door but Pony was already across the street on the other side and running past the houses until he was completely out of sight. I stared, panicked and shaken. I realized my legs suddenly felt weak as the world seemed to stop spinning and was going in slow motion. I didn't fall but I was beginning to feel light headed. The weight of what happened finally sinking in. Not only did Darry hit Pony but Pony ran and I wasn't sure where he ran to. So many scenarios ran through my mind like a fret train going eighty miles per hour.

It was night time, well past midnight and anything could happen. I didn't even want to think about what could happen.

I didn't realize Darry was beside me until I felt the door opening more and he stepped out onto the porch. I got a glimpse of his face and I saw he was just as tore up about it as I was. I had mix emotions and I wasn't sure what I was feeling at the moment except that I was worried for Pony's safety.

"Darry. We gotta go after him." I stated slightly frantic because we couldn't just stand there and do nothing.

Darry ran a hand through his hair and then down his chin. His eyes were slightly glassy, the porch light shinning on them enough to reflect like fine glass. He was trying hard to keep his own emotions in check.

"What did I just do..." Derry said softly, regret filling his voice. "I hit him."

"Darry!" I said his name loud enough to make him flinch, knocking him out of his deep ravine of thought. We didn't have time for this.

I get that my brother is shaken up, I can see the self loathing just gleaming in his eyes, but im more concerned about our younger brother who's out there probably alone.

Darry nodded, the seriousness replacing the sorrow he felt. "Yeah. Lets go little buddy." He ran back inside long enough to get the keys and I was fidgeting where I stood.

I had this god awful feeling that I couldn't quite place. All I knew is that I didn't like it. Not one bit.

(Darry POV)

I can't believe what just happened. There was so much rage, it consumed me and I let it get the best of me. I allowed it to take control of my body and I hit Pony. For the first time in our lives, I hit one of my brothers. It weighed heavily against my chest. I wasn't sure how to make up for it or if Pony would even forgive me. I did know that Soda right. We had to find him. It was dangerous this late at night especially for a greaser and it was worse if you were on your own. Ponyboy was only fourteen. So much could happen.

This is all my fault.

I grabbed my keys from the table and went back outside. Soda was impatiently pacing on the porch, his eyes drawn together and there was wrinkles on his forehead as the worry started to get to him. Soda looked up at me with hard eyes but I could also see the confusion in his gaze as well as concern for Ponyboy.

"Come on. Lets find him" I said, running off the porch, Soda right behind me.

I slid over the hood and got into the truck. I put the keys in the ignition and started her up. The engine came to life, roaring like a mad lion. I put it in to gear and didn't worry about how the brakes squealed in displeasure at the handling as I roughly turned the wheel from either side and shot out like a rocket onto the road. Ponyboy couldn't have gotten that far. At least I hope not. Any regret I felt was over powered by the need to find my little brother.

Almost twenty minutes in yet there was no sign of Ponyboy anywhere. I must have rounded the entire block a good three times, maybe more. I went past the block and almost nearing town. I started feeling a gnawing down deep in the pit of my stomach, like something just wasn't right. There was no way Ponyboy could have made it that far in such a short time. Which only made me that much more frantic to find him.

Soda was quiet, only saying a few words the whole time we searched. Ponyboy running off worried us both, but, seeing me hit him took a toll on me as well as Soda and I couldn't blame him. Soda's attention stayed on the scenery, his eyes searching for Ponyboy. Even though it was dark, making it harder to spot anything moving, and the chances of seeing him were slim, Soda kept his gaze trained on the area. I couldn't see his face and I wasn't sure I wanted to. I was afraid of what I might see there, but I knew he was wearing a frown, more than likely trying his hardest to keep his emotions in check.

Soda was always better at hiding his emotions than either me or Ponyboy. It sometimes drove me crazy when I didn't know what the kid was thinking but times like this it was a blessing because I am sure I really didn't want to know.

Soda suddenly shot forward making me jump in surprise at the sudden movement, I damn near drove the truck through a fence.

"The lot! He was at the lot with Johnny!" Soda exclaimed remembering how they fell asleep at the lot.

I pulled my brows together in confusion, though that was a possibility. "Doesn't mean he's there now." Still, it was worth a shot, anything to find Pony, and we would just take it from there.