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The first TEN people to comment in this post get to request that I write a drabble of any pairing/character of their choosing. In return, they have to post this in their journal, regardless of their ability level. (Some other equivalent gift, like icons or mini-fanmixes or quickie meta, would make sense for people who don't write fic themselves
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A part of him can't believe it's happening, a part of him's not surprised it is, a part of him moved beyond the capacity for words that his friends and family would do something so crazy as jack a prison transport bus, because the CHiPs are going to come down on them like a swarm of hornets.
Balaclavas or no, Dom has no doubt that's Tash and Mia at the front of the bus, shotguns trained on the guard and driver, and that's Brian headed his way, bolt cutters at his waist.
As soon as he's off the bus they throw a smoke grenade down the aisle and strip him out of that orange monkey suit. Dom's not a basketball fan in particular, but he's glad for snap side sweats and a baggy jersey.
Brian flips him the keys to the Charger, climbs in the passenger seat, and whips off his balaclava and ....
His his hair's mussed and slightly sweat damp, and his grin goes ear to ear, and his eyes gleam with a mix of ( ... )
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