Author Note: I don't own Grease or Grease 2 nor any of the characters. I only own the plot to the story and a few characters which are my own.

Summary: Grease 2 Rewrite. Michael Carrington finds himself in America after his grandfather dies with a family who don't want him. Stephanie Zinone wasn't looking for a boyfriend after ending things with Johnny.

Chapter 1

Rydell, California.

5th September 1961

Michael Pov.

I woke with a start to the same nightmare I'd been having for years since that night. The night I had killed the man who had made my mother and my lives a misery for years. My Step Father. Oliver Burton-Reed.

I stood up from the bed. I pulled an old battered tin box from the draws. I stared at the photo of my father. Matthew Thomas Carrington. I had no memories of my father he had died in France three days before Christmas 1944. Shot Down. I was only a year old when he was killed

I looked through the photos. My parents had met in Scotland in May 1941. They had exchanged letters in secret. My father didn't move in the same social circles as my mother. She ran off with my father when she turned eighteen.

In the eyes of my mother's family I was a bastard born out of wedlock. There was a day when that I wasn't reminded I was a stain to the family name. And my mother had been nothing more then a common whore.

I was thirteen when I killed my step father that night. My Mother too died that night. Maybe I was lucky my father's childhood best friend was a lawyer and good at his job. I didn't end up the scaffold for killing my step father that night.

I ended up living with my grandfather and in East Ham, East London. I felt more at home and welcomed there then any other place I had lived for most of my life. I often wounder what life would have been like had my father survived the war.

My grandmother had been killed during an air raid a year before I was born. I smiled sadly look at the photo of my dad and I when I was three months old on the wing of his Hawker Tempest. My father's medals, letters and paybook also sat in the old tin box.

I sat for a time reading the letters in old tin box of my father's things. I folded the letters placing them back in the box. Another photo of my father and I. This time we where seated on his 1934 Velocette GTP 250 TT.

Granddad still had his motorcycle when I came to live with him. I taught myself to ride it when I was fifteen. I had no idea what happened to it since I had left London to live here in Rydell. I glanced at the clock on the bed side table. It half passed five.

I had school in a few hours. I could hear my Aunt Evelyn moving about in the kitchen. I headed down stairs just after six thirty. There was no kindness nor love in my aunt's eyes when she laid eyes on me. My Uncle Thomas didn't acknowledge me either as I walked into the kitchen.

No one said a word as we ate breakfast in silence. I cleaned up my plate. I stood heading to sink to wash up my dishers.

No goodbyes nor good luck on your first day as I headed out the front door heading for the bus stop. I had no wheels yet. I needed to find some work to make money to by some wheels. Till then I was riding the bus or walking.

Zinone House Hold. Rydell California

5th September 1961

Giacobbe 'Jake' Zinone smiled sadly regarding his children in the kitchen. His eldest Stephanie was spitting imagine of his darling wife Molly. Right down to her fiery temper. They'd only had thirteen wonderful years together.

Jake recalled the night he'd met her. It had been on a miserable cold December night in 1942 at RAF Dishworth. Molly was apart of the Women's Auxiliary Air Force based at Dishworth around the same time as he had been with 426 Squadron.

She belted a fellow pilot from 426. Jake didn't recall his name. He ended up on his back a busted nose after he'd tried to feel her up. Molly had cursed him out. Jake couldn't understand half of what she'd been saying. Molly's cockney accent and the slang made it hard for him to understand her.

Vince, Hamish and terror twins Lucy and Frankie where sitting at the kitchen table. He looked over his half drunk coffee as his youngest David came barrelling into the kitchen The kitchen was a mass with noise. Everyone was talking over the top of each other.

A car horn honking outside caught Jake's attention. Getting up from his chair. Jake wondered to the window to see who it was. A distinctive pink Studebaker was parked outside. Rhonda Ritter behind the wheel.

"Steph. Rhonda's here" Jake called over his shoulder.

"Bye Dad" Stephanie kissed him on the cheek as she grabbed her bag heading for the front door.

Rydell High. Rydell California.

5th September 1961

Principal Greta McGee was preparing for her tenth year in charge of Rydell High. Blanche Matthews had been her secretary and right hand woman for all of those ten years. Blanche and Her where hosting the flag up on the flag pole.

The screeching of tires, horns honking sounded the arrival of the horde that was the student body of Rydell High. An all too familiar Pink Studebaker cut off a bus and was barrelling towards them. The car came to a stop half on the side walk and half on the road.

"Rhonda there are theses called breaks. You should use them to slow down instead of jumping on them last minute."Sharon Cooper got out of the passenger seat a flurry of smoke trailing behind her. The Rebchuck Sisters and Stephanie Zinone got out of the back of the Studebaker.

"You don't like my driving. Sharon your more then welcome to walk or take the bus" Rhonda hotly argued back.

Sharon said nothing as she took a seat on the hood of the Studebaker. Rhonda stood to one side. Paulette, Delores and Stephanie the other.

Miss McGee's eyes narrowed as Kenneth Ellsworth parked his red Maserati GT3500 convertible by the curb. Ellsworth was the star pitcher of the baseball team. Thought he was hottest thing on two legs. He though himself better then everyone else.

His family was one of the towns biggest employers. If the words self entitled asshole where written about anyone it would be him.

I stepped off the bus that pulled into the front of Rydell High. I glanced around looking for Frenchy. I couldn't see her anywhere. Sandy had said she would met out the front. I balanced my books and lighting a cigarette at the same time as someone bumped into me.

"Watch where you going. This jacket cost me two hundred dollars" Rich asshole complained. A fucking Rupert what a surprise.

"Sod off" I swore at him. He regarded me looking down his nose at me.

I looked up as three motorcycle came down the street a trail of smoke trailing after their riders. Glancing at the Jackets they where this years T-Birds.

I placed my lighter back in my jacket. I stood sizing them up. The three motorcycle mounted the curb. Driving on the lawn mowing down no walking on the grass sign. They kicked up dirt and grass as they went before coming to a halt in front of the Pink Ladies I took them to be.

The T-Bird on the middle motorcycle I took to be the leader of this years Birds. He was shorter then me by at least nine inches maybe five foot six. The Tallest T-Bird was maybe a two or three inches shorten then I was at six foot, six one. The shortest of the group had to be at least five foot four or five. While the last one was taller then the leader of Birds by three inches at five foot nine.

"Michael" A bubbly voice asked from beside me. I glanced beside me. This I took to be Frenchy.

"Frenchy I take it" I answered taking a drag of my cigarette."Sandy mentioned you'd be meeting out the front" I took another drag.

"Sandy told me about your grandfather. I'm sorry for your lose" Granddad's death was still pretty raw. It had been two months since he'd passed.

"Thanks. I had a few good years with him. A fresh start for me coming over here to California. I take it that's this year Pink Ladies and Birds" I nodded in the direction of the Pink Studebaker.

"Johnny Nogerelli the Leader of the Birds. Stephanie Zinone the leader of the Ladies."Frenchy pointed out Johnny and Stephanie. Stephanie Zinone certainly was a good looking bird. There was no denying that.

"I'd keep it to a looking but no touching policy."Frenchy warned as if she was reading my mind.

"I'll keep that in mind. What are you doing back at Rydell. Sandy said you graduate with her and others at the end of your senior year."

"I flunked Chemistry and few other subjects. I dropped out for a time to go to Beauty School. I flunked out of that after tinting my hair pink" Frenchy began to explain. Pink I thought to myself.

Frenchy talked more of her plans after she completed her senior year again. We made our way to the office.

"Ah Miss LeFevre. A pleasure to see you again" Mrs McGee greeted them.

"Hi Mrs McGee. This is Michael Carrington. He just moved here from London. He's Sandy Olson's cousin" Frenchy introduced me to school principal

"It nice to meet you Michael. Welcome to Rydell. Your Aunt and Uncle came in Yesterday to Register you for the school year."Mrs McGee seemed nice enough.

"Blanche. Could you find a time table for Mr Carrington here" Blanche appeared from behind the desk. Her hand sticky with what looked like fudge or chocolate

Out in the hall the Pink Ladies where at their lockers. Rhonda Ritter was scrutinising her nose in the mirror on her locker door.

"From the front this is the perfect nose. From the side this nose does not belong to this face" Rhonda bemoaned.

"So dump the face and keep the nose" Steph advised glancing around Paulette to look at Rhonda.

"What's the new look Sharon" Paulette asked changing the subject.

"Jackie Kennedy. It only landed her a president" Referring to the new First Lady of the White House.

"Yeah well the Movie Magazines reckon JFK secretly prefers the Marilyn Monroe look."Paulette's eyes lite up when she noticed Johnny coming over with Goose."Hi Johnny. I like you hair in fact I thinks it's really cool" Paulette breathed.

"Thanks" He mumbled at her.

"Oh. You still giving lube jobs at the old man's Service Station" Goose teased.

"Stuff it Goose" Steph grabbed her work shirt from Goose shoving it in her locker.

"So what's the story. Zinone you've been dodging my calls for the passed two weeks" Johnny asked.

"Yeah what's the story" Goose butted in. Johnny shot him a look telling him to piss off. Goose muttered Sorry under his breath.

"You need me to draw you a diagram Nogerelli. It's over. I need to spell out it for you to understand as well" It seemed Johnny didn't get the memo that they where over.

"Yeah well that's not good enough"

The two stooges know as DiMucci and Davey came over interruption them as well. Johnny snapped at the pair them. Grabbing Louis by the lapels of his leather jacket to get his point across.

"Hello to you" Louis mumbled as he kissed Sharon.

"What's this. The Vince Fontain National Library" Goose questioned pointing his cigarette at the photo tapped to the door of Rhonda's locker.

"Quite Please" Louis and Davey added.

"Laugh your jerk. You just wait till I turn up on Nation Bandstand."

"Yeah you may turn up on the Bandstand, but your beak will still be turning down" Goose, Davey and Louis mocked her.

"Louis your mean"

"That's it. I got to do it. The nose goes bandstand here I come."Rhonda cried.

"I wouldn't fool around with mother nature Rhonda" Paulette cautioned.

"You fool around with ever one else Paulette" Sharon interjected.

"Shut up" Paulette snapped at her. Stephanie followed after the girls. She only got about a hundred feet when she realised she'd left something in her locker.

"How long have you been in America" Eugene the bloke assigned to to show around asked like I didn't understand English.

"About a month. I stayin with me Aunt and Uncle" I answered as we rounded the corner to the hallway.

Eugene was beside me one minute before disappearing the next. I though nothing of it. I went to grab a locker. A hand slammed the locker shut a second later.

"You deaf, stupid or just can't read English." A cocky voice asked. It was Johnny Nogerelli.

"No. Best ya remove ya hand from me locker."

"His locker." His three side kicks squeaked.

"No one touches these lockers. What's the matter you can't read. This Lockers spell T-Birds
Nogerelli slammed his hand on the locker.

"Which spell us" Tall Stooge added.

"This is a protected Land Mark."

"A slice of America History."Greasy Stooge pipped in.

Nogerelli wrenched open the locker. Bloody hell that thing stank. It smelled worse then the piss stained stair well of my old house.

Tall, Greasy and Shortass hummed before Nogerelli slammed the locker shut.

"You dig"

Before I could reply or Lamp the four of them.

"Johnny when are you going to grow up." A voice spoke from behind me. Glancing over my shoulder the voice belonged to Stephanie Zinone.

"He's encroaching on our sacred turf Zinone."

"Sacred turf. What you got hidden in there the crown jewels" I scoffed under my breath.

"You asking for beating English" Nogerlii glared in my direction.

"Oh I shaking in my boots mate" I could take these four knobs with one hand tied behind my back.

"Is there a problem here."Mrs McGee suddenly asked appearing out of thin air.

"No Problem Mrs McGee" I answered my jaw tense as I moved away to find another free locker to use.

"Mr Nogerelli, DiMucci, McKenzie, Jaworski and Miss Zinone is there a reason your still standing here. And not on your way to class." Johnny plastered the fakest smile on his face and headed to home room with Louis, Davey and Goose trailing behind him.

"We've going to sort out that new kid" Johnny muttered to himself as he and Goose entered homeroom.

"More like get your ass handed to you" Steph commented under her breath. It seemed Johnny hadn't heard her.

"You and I got to talk after class meet me for a smoke" Johnny all but demanded.

"There's nothing to talk about Johnny it's over. And I quit smoking anyway"

"Yeah standing me up also bad for your health" Not taking no for answer it seemed.

"Says who"

"Say the Sturgeon General of the United States Stephanie" Goose pipped in.

All the boys in classroom started wolf whistling when Miss Yvette Mason turned to face the class. At 30 Yvette Mason had a figure the that rivalled that of Marilyn Monroe. She had been teaching at Rydell for the passed two years as the Head Drama Class and English teacher.

Yvette was the only daughter and third youngest of Hamish Mason and Adeline Delacroix. Her parents had meet in France during to First World War. Her father Hamish had been a part of the Royal Scots Guards. A week after the guns fell silent on the 11th of November. Her parents had married.

They immigrated to America after Hamish was demobbed from the Royal Scots in 1919. They settled in Oakland. Her father got a job working on the assembly line at the Oakland Assembly for Chevrolet.

Her four older brothers where born Walter in December 1919, Andrew in 1923, Robert in 1926 and Theodore in 1928. Her younger brothers Edward in 1933 and Thomas in 1936.

I took a seat at the back of the class. I pulled off my fathers old Bomber jacket. I could feel a lot of eyes on me from my now class mates.

Mrs McGee's voice came over the PA system.

"Good Morning Rydell. Welcome one and all to a new school year. I know this year is going to be stimulating and exciting for all of us."

Meanwhile in Mr Claude Spires home room. He had a mental breakdown after three week in the last school year.

"First I like to extent a welcome back to our own Mr Spires. Who made such a miraculous recovery from the Mental Exhaustion which sent him to the hospital last spring" While Mrs McGee was speaking overhead. Louis and Davey put a rat on the desk of a sleeping Victoria 'Vicki' Hunter.

"Welcome back Mr Spires we're all rooting for you" Vicki screamed when the Rat crawled into her dress. Mr Spires who was taking his morning pills. He collapsed like a sack of potatoes on the desk. The glass of water was knocked over as he collapsed over the desk.

In Miss Mason's class most of us where bored waiting for the first bell of the day to ring. I heard a faint sound what sounded like an explosion coming from down the hall

"Now Rydell is very proud of our extra-curricular activities. So please come out for band try outs If you play an instrument, it's better to play with a group then with yourself" The entire class was howling with laughter with the double meaning innuendo Mrs McGee had let slip.

"Audition for the June Moon Talent Show will be held next mouth. Come out one and all. You could win 100 long playing records." That got everybody attention. Stephanie it seemed had her head in the latest edition of Road and Track.

"Now last but not least we are fortunate to have a straight A student all the way from England" Sodding hell. I knew who Mrs McGee was speaking about me.

"By the name of Michael Carrington" If there was an every I time I want the earth to swallow me up whole now was one of those times. Everybodies eyes where now on me.

"Stand up Michael" Miss Mason stated. This would have to go in top five most embarrassing moments of my life. I don't think old Mrs Andrews walking in on me and her grand daughter Rebecca having sex could be topped. Or Pop walking in on me and last girlfriend Rachel having sex.

"Alright lets all say hello to Michael Carrington"

"Hello Michael Carrington" Most of the class mocked. Fucking pricks I mumbled under my breath.