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*Full Summary*

When Olivia Curtis' father, Ponyboy, moves her back to Tulsa, Oklahoma with him she tries to get over her bitterness and start over. It's not easy with her father and the remains of his old gang being the only people she knows, but it gets harder when two greasers and a soc keep showing up in her dreams begging her to go back to the 1950's and fix their deaths, which were apparently never supposed to happen. Live continues to refuse, not wanting to get caught up in their problems, but one night after falling asleep in her own bed she finds herself waking up in the 1950's. Liv has the chance to save three lives, Bob, Johnny and Dallas, but can she keep her own in the process?

Olivia walked down her street in Arizona for what could be the last time. The sun warmed her face, and while she knew that that the sun shined in Tulsa, Oklahoma too, she just couldn't help but feel that it wouldn't be the same.

She looked down to the end of her street where the large moving van was parked in the driveway of what would never again be her house. She grimaced as she watched her long time neighbor, Mrs. Mason, try desperately to flirt with her father for one last time before he and Liv left for Tulsa.

She gave one last glance back at the house that she was coming from, the house that she had spent her last day in Arizona in. It sat five houses down the street from her own, and it was where her closest friend had lived for years. Liv had been a resident of Arizona since she was five and her father had moved her here with him. Liv wasn't what you'd call a 'planned' baby. Her mother had gotten pregnant the year her dad started college and then died while giving birth to her. While it was a tragic death, her parents hadn't been in love and it hadn't scarred either her or her father. She had missed the idea of having a mother, but hadn't missed her own mother specifically. How could she? She hadn't known the woman. She had a few pictures but that was all. Her father had tried to find her more but there just weren't many left. Apparently her mother hadn't liked posing for photos.

Even though her dad had suddenly had a surprise daughter to deal with, her Uncle Darry was going to get Ponyboy through college, come hell or high water. For the first four years of her life she had been raised by her Uncles Darry and Sodapop, along with Darry's wife Alana as well as her uncle's friends, Two-Bit Matthews (his real name was Keith) and Steve Randal while her father had visited her on weekends and breaks from college. She didn't remember much at all, (who does from that age?) nothing but flashes of images, mostly of her uncles smiling at her. When her father finished college he picked her up and they moved to Arizona. They'd been here ever since, the last time she had seen her aunt and uncles was Christmas when she was six. Now she was 16. It wasn't that her father didn't want her to see them, in fact her father encouraged family more than anyone else she'd ever met, but they just didn't have enough time or money to be traveling back and forth every few months.

Liv sighed as she reached the end of the road, so to speak. Without a word she climbed into the large moving van, the one that now held the entire life of both herself and her father, and wondered how it all fit.

She had given up. Given up on arguing and fighting and screaming. Given up on crying and begging for her father to stay. He got a job offer in Tulsa and jumped at the chance to go back, they were even moving to the same street as her uncles Darry and Sodapop lived, the same street her dad had grown up on. That was the reason she had eventually relented, because she knew he missed them, his brothers and his friends. She knew that he had grown up and left the nest and now all he wanted to do was go back.

Her dad was an amazing dad. He talked to her, helped her with her problems, gave her advice, and told her he loved her and that he was glad she was born, even if she was an 'accident', but Liv always thought that he felt guilty for taking her away from Uncle Darry when she was a baby. From the way he told her the story, she had cried nonstop for days, screaming for Darry and Sodapop and Alana and even Two-Bit and Steve. She could just imagine her terrified 22 year old father desperately cradling a screaming toddler in one hand and a phone in the other begging for advice. She was also pretty sure that her Aunt Alana had something to do with their moving back, there came a point when her father must have realized that no matter how much he wanted to be all she needed; there was a gaping hole that only a strong female role model could fill, and Alana was one of the strongest women Liv knew. Well, she hadn't talked to her in person for ten years, but still.

Her Aunt Alana had been a greaser. She survived the mean streets of Tulsa, and eventually met and married her Uncle Darry. Neither Darry nor Sodapop had any kids; her dad told her that Darry said that he'd had enough when he raised Olivia and that her Uncle Sodapop would never settle down long enough to have a kid. Apparently even at age 36 he was a real tom cat.

So to Tulsa they went. Her dad climbed into the driver's side silently. Liv thought that maybe he sensed she was barely hanging on and didn't want to disturb the calm. Wise choice, she thought. Just because she understood why he was doing this to her didn't make her any happier about it. She was about to start her junior year at a high school where she knew nobody. At least the summer had just begun so she had a few months to make some friends.

She and her father checked into a hotel after around six hours of driving. It took extra-long because the desk clerk insisted on flirting with Liv's dad. She would admit that at thirty-four, her dad was still attractive. He had dark hair that matched hers with a minimal amount of gray and striking green eyes that she had inherited as well; they were both the father and the daughter's most attractive feature. Other than her coloring Liv supposed she looked like her mother, at least from what she could tell from the grainy photographs. Her features were small and feminine and just too fragile to compare with her father's strong, masculine ones. She had a petite body with delicate bone structure and dainty little hands and feet. Her father often compared her to a porcelain doll.

It was about a fourteen hour drive from her old home in Arizona to Tulsa, so they were expected to arrive tomorrow. She still wasn't sure how she felt about seeing her family. She didn't even know these people, the people that raised her for the first four years of her life.

The next morning she was gently awakened by her father at the crack of dawn, "C'mon Livi-girl you can sleep in the car." So, blind and barely awake, Liv stumbled out of the hotel and climbed into the moving van. Her dad had sold their car when they were in Arizona; he said they'd buy a new one when they got to Tulsa. She suspected this was a form of bribery, as he knew that she hated their old Chevrolet Chevette; she'd sooner drive a beat up old pickup.

Even though the front seat of the moving van offered no ideal sleeping positions Liv was so exhausted from traveling and hadn't slept well the night before that it didn't take long before she passed out.

For the first time in a while Liv dreamed. She was at the airport which was odd, because the only time she'd ever been to the airport before was to welcome home her friend Beth from a two week long trip spent in Washington D.C. the summer after eighth grade.

She was anxious, she was waiting for someone, but she didn't know who. Around her people rushed to get to where they needed to be, each person tightly clutched a ticket in their hand, their eyes darting around as if they were afraid someone would try to steal it, but Liv's attention was quickly draw and captured by a door, half hidden behind a maze of desks that were manned only by one female employee with long dark hair pulled into a conservative ponytail. There, it was that door; whoever she was waiting for would be coming through that door, she could feel it. Not knowing what else to do she walked over to the waiting area and sat where the people who were meeting relatives at the airport gathered. She concentrated on the door, wondering who would come out of it. Her attention was so focused on the odd door that she barely registered when two people took the seats on either side of her, or the man who stood behind her.

"Whatcha' waitin' for sweetheart?" Asked the boy on her right. She whirled toward him and stared, she had never seen anything like him, yet he was…vaguely familiar. He reminded her of an elf, he was pale with almost unnaturally blond hair, nearly white. His features were pointed and screamed untrustworthy, but it was his eyes that caught and held her attention. They were black and desolate but there was this slight spark of warmth that made his entire appearance more comfortable, an oasis in the middle of the desert. He was dressed in the same style clothes her father wore in old pictures, except he had a black leather bomber jacket to complete his outfit and black, lace up work boots.

"I…I don't know." She told the boy.

He snickered, "Ponyboy's kid, huh? Not to sharp is she, Johnnycake?"

Johnnycake? The name most definitely rang a bell with her, but just like with the blond boy she couldn't place it into any context.

"Dallas, hush. Don't mind him," Now Liv looked to her left. From all the things she read in those Cosmo magazines her father didn't know she had, it seemed that this boy should be the scarier one of the two. He had dark coloring, so dark she wondered what race he was. It made him look more mysterious. His hair was midnight black but what really set off the warning bells were the scars. This boy was heavily scarred. There was a nasty cut under his right eye and around his neck Liv could see serious burn wounds that disappeared into the collar of his shirt. He was obviously in charge, or at least the blond boy, Dallas, listened to him, and Liv got the feeling that he didn't listen to many people. If it weren't for his eyes this boy would be more dangerous looking. His eyes just didn't look menacing; they were too kind, too gentle. He was dressed similarly to the other boy but he wore an old jean jacket that looked too small on him.

"Ponyboy? You know my dad?" Liv looked back to Dallas.

"'Course we do! Grew up with, didn't we Johnny?" The boy's slight southern twang and improper grammar certainly matched what the residents of Tulsa, Oklahoma had, but Dallas had this devil may care attitude about him that Liv didn't like one bit. She felt like he was telling a joke that everyone was in on but her.

Instead of talking to Dallas she turned to the dark boy, Johnny, "What do you want?" She asked.

"Your help," Johnny said. Liv looked between the boys, confused.

"My help? I don't understand. Who are you exactly? Why do you need my help?"

Johnny smiled at her, "I'm Johnny Cade mam'," He bowed his head slightly to Liv and then nodded to the blond, "and this here is Dallas Winston. We were part of your dad's crew when we were growing up."

"Ah hem." The polite cough came from behind her and Liv turned to see a third boy, but this one looked different. He wore one of those old plaid shirts—what were they called? Madras!—and had the unmistakable air of someone who grew up with money and no curfew. He had brown hair and heavy brows and was missing the rugged, scuffed look the other two had but radiated something just as dangerous, though not as powerful.

Johnny glanced at him and opened his mouth, presumably to introduce him but Dallas beat him to the punch, "This here is the idiot soc who got us into this mess in the first place. And—what's your name again?"

Johnny rolled his eyes. "This is Bob Sheldon." Bob stuck out his hand but Liv just stared at it. She wanted to wake up and go back to her dad. This dream was creeping her out. And what was a soc?

"Well," Dallas said, "As to why we need you, that lady up at the desk, you see her? Well it's like this, she's in charge, the one who decides who gets to go through that door." He gestured to the door that had captured Liv's attention. "One of her requirements is that you have to be living. We're dead."

Liv blinked at him and Bob stepped in, "But we're not supposed to be! Each of us was supposed to live. Our death spun the cosmos outta' wack, someone upstairs fucked up big time."

Johnny shot Bob a harsh look, "Don't curse in front of Pony's daughter!"

It occurred to her then that she hadn't introduced herself, "I'm Olivia, but you can call me Liv."

Johnny smiled and nodded, "Okay, we're running out of time. I'll make it quick, this airport? It's where you go when you die." Liv's eyes widened but Johnny continued, "You die, come here and get on a plane to go to your next life. Most of these doors lead to the plane that'll take you to your after life; you know whatever you deserve and what not." As insane as this was, Liv followed the logic of the crazy dream boy and nodded, "When you die you get the ticket and you go to the gate you're supposed to go; only we weren't supposed to die so when we got here we had no tickets waiting for us. The only way to fix this is to make it so our deaths never happen." Liv stared at him and Dallas picked up were Johnny stopped.

"The only way to do that is through that door over there." He pointed to the door that Liv had been drawn to. "It'll take you back in time and then you're left to own devices to fix this fucked up situation. So I said, 'Alright lady, lemme' through, I'll take care of this!' and she was all 'there are rules of who can and can't pass through the door, Mr. Winston.' And there is no was she'll bend those rules, I've been flirting with her for 20 years and she won't budge! Turns out you gotta' be living!" Dallas started to curse whoever made the guidelines for the afterlife and behind Liv, Bob began to talk.

"If we went back through that door it wouldn't do any good, no one would be able to see us, we'd be ghosts, and we can't use anyone who was alive during the same time period because there are consequences for having two of the same people in one time period. Then there's this weird rule about how whoever goes back had to be connected to us somehow."

Dallas nodded and rejoined the explanation process, "That is why we need you. We've been waiting for one of our moron friends to have kids for years so one could help us. We've been stuck in this hellhole for years!" Dallas raised his voice on the last part and threw his words in the direction of the airline employee at the desk.

She smiled faintly and without looking up said, "There are worse places than here, Mr. Winston. Planes depart for them every day."

"Yeah, yeah," Dallas waved away her comment and refocused on Liv, "Anyway, apparently all the wimpy socs were scarred for life by our deaths because none of them were willing to give birth and so we had to rely on the greasers. Honestly, I still can't believe that it was Ponyboy who knocked some girl up when he was eighteen!" Johnny shot Dallas a glare, "I mean my money was on Soda!"

Suddenly the edges of the airport began to blur Jonny looked up at her with urgency in his eyes, "Remember what we told you and go to the library look us up! We'll see you soon!" Dallas smirked as Liv fervently hoped not. She didn't need weird boys haunting her dreams asking her to go back in time and save them. In fact, that dream was completely insane and so far off what she normally dreamed that before she had fully awakened she had already decided that it must have been the stress of the move that caused it. That or she ate something that didn't agree with her.

The scene faded out and was replaced by the inside of the moving van with her dad in the driver's seat.

Liv woke up slowly and stretched. Her dad looked over and smiled at her, "Hey baby girl, we're in Tulsa. We'll be home in about ten minutes; everyone's waiting to help us move in!" Her father's excitement was infectious, and Liv decided to put the odd dream out of her mind and focus on the future. Tulsa couldn't be so bad, she reasoned, not as long as her dad was with her. And she was excited to see the Uncles again, including Two-Bit and Steve.

She shook off the last of the dream and stared out the window, trying to memorize the area around her until her father pulled into what she assumed would be their new home, where several adults lounged in the driveway.

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