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Written By: Kyatia
Beta'd By: Hermione
Disclaimer: I own nothing which bites!!
Warning: This story is slash!!!! so you have been warned! Umm Idk on how to rate your story so if u isn't 18 don't read this k?
What Now?
Chapter one: Freedom and sorrow.
DOM’S P.O.V:
Dom was fiddling with the document in his hands for the sixth time since he’d read it. Apparently, a Sergeant Tanner had cleared his record in exchange for something from someone he knew. That was all he’d been told when he received that piece of paper in the mail. Mia hadn’t been very specific in her letter and not knowing whom he owed for his freedom was beginning to really piss Dom off. Of course the first thing he’d done was call his sister and growl at her over the phone. This, of course, got him chewed out by Mia and he still had no answers.
Dom grumbled and rubbed the stubble on the top of his head, frustrated at the lack of info from the states. It was hard for Dominic Torreto to be so out of the loop but that’s what he gets for trusting a cop, a narc, just like Vince said he was. Dom still couldn’t wrap his head around it. His gut was usually so good at keeping his family safe and now Jesse was in the hospital.
Some how Jesse hadn’t died, but he was in the hospital for the next two weeks due to internal bleeding and a couple shattered ribs and then he had physical therapy to look forward to.
Vince got off, cause they couldn’t peg the trashed cars to him and the driver wouldn’t take credit for attempted manslaughter. He was keeping Jesse and Mia sane until Dom and the others came back. The others being Leon. His gun shot wound had been looked at and he wasn’t suppose to do much besides rest which pissed him off to no end and gave Mia some one to bitch at.
Letty said it hadn’t been worth it, that Dom wasn’t worth it, and split towards El Salvador.
Dom pushed away from the wall heading towards the garage to talk to Leon. He walked in to find Leon half in the engine of the car they were touching up.
“Hey, man. We’re goin’ back. So, when can you be ready?” Leon’s head snapped up so fast that he hit it off the underside of the hood.
“Fuck! Shit, man, you want to surprise me when I haven’t got my head inside a car? You trying to give me a concussion here, man?” Leon was rubbing his head and scowling at Dom, until he noticed the serious look on Dom’s face. “Well, what’s this shit about going back?”
Dom raised his eyebrow at his friend’s odd reaction and then just shook his head, replying calmly, “ It ain’t ‘shit’, I got pardoned and we can go back. So, how fast can you pack?” Leon gapped a little before he pivoted, rushing off to pack his stuff as fast as humanly possible, leaving Dom blinking at the spot Lean had just been standing in.
BRIAN’S P.O.V:
Brian drove the Skyline up to the line just in time to join the race. To his left he could here Teij talking to Suki, who let out some choice expletives as he put the car in park and walked over. After picking on one of the new kids on the scene and raising the stakes, he got back in his car. Brian revved his engine sharply, making fire shoot out of his tail pipe, effectively causing the crowd to jump back. Teij started the race and Brian lept off the line easily stealing the lead in the mile long race.
Racing seemed to Brian the only way to escape his screw-ups. First, the foster care families he let hurt him; second, being gay; third, letting Roman end up in jail. He had joined the cops in hopes of finally finding the family he craved, only to screw that up by falling head over heals for a guy as strait as a fucking pole, a fucking titanium pole, and then letting said guy go when it meant his job or going to jail.
As the race progressed it seemed more and more like he was just playing with the other drivers, and in a way, he was. He really hadn’t given his all in a race since Roman left Miami and moved to L.A., to start over out there.
Teij was shaking his head by the time the others had finally pulled up. He walked around to each collecting the winnings, he then handed it to Brian simply saying, “Man, you really need to give Suki lessons on driving while spacing, dude.”
Brian smiled mirthlessly at him in reply. Taking his winnings, he walked over to Suki and gave her a hug, saying “ Been fun, girl, but I need some sleep.”
Suki glanced up with worry. She’d noticed her friend was getting worse. She wondered if there was someone out there who could get him to really live again.
“Yeah, I know. Drive safe. Can’t have those cops after you now that you’ve kicked all our asses ya’ know? We won’t be able to win back our cash, if your pretty ass is in the slam, babe!” Suki smiled at him though it didn’t quite push the worry out of her eyes.
Brian sighed as he scrubbed his hair in the shower. He thought of Dom and the others. He’d tried to go see Jesse, to explain that he really did think highly of him, that the things he’d told him hadn’t been a lie, which only his last name was. That hadn’t gone well. Later he went to see Mia to apologize and Mia threw a vase at his head. Vince tried to get out of bed so that he could kill him. After that he’d handed in his badge, gone to his house, packed a bag, bought a race car from Henry and drove till he ran out of gas somewhere in D.C. Then he had raced to get money, blowing the competition out of the water, surprising most of the racing crowd. After building up his cash supply, he drove down to Miami where he’d met Jimmy, who’d introduced him to Teij and more importantly, a Right Sided Skyline and of course, the races. He’d soon earned the title “The Bullet” because he wouldn’t let anyone call him “Speed Racer.” The memories that came with that title hurt just too fucking much.
Brian thought he fit in pretty good with Teij and his friends, but he couldn’t help but miss the family he’d only known for those few weeks. Tears were washed down the drain along with the dirt and grime from the long day. Carefully, he shut off the water and toweled off, possibly feeling worse then before. As he shut his eyes that night he pictured a sunny afternoon with a prayer to the car gods and gentle laughter.
Beta'd By: Hermione
Disclaimer: I own nothing which bites!!
Warning: This story is slash!!!! so you have been warned! Umm Idk on how to rate your story so if u isn't 18 don't read this k?
What Now?
Chapter one: Freedom and sorrow.
DOM’S P.O.V:
Dom was fiddling with the document in his hands for the sixth time since he’d read it. Apparently, a Sergeant Tanner had cleared his record in exchange for something from someone he knew. That was all he’d been told when he received that piece of paper in the mail. Mia hadn’t been very specific in her letter and not knowing whom he owed for his freedom was beginning to really piss Dom off. Of course the first thing he’d done was call his sister and growl at her over the phone. This, of course, got him chewed out by Mia and he still had no answers.
Dom grumbled and rubbed the stubble on the top of his head, frustrated at the lack of info from the states. It was hard for Dominic Torreto to be so out of the loop but that’s what he gets for trusting a cop, a narc, just like Vince said he was. Dom still couldn’t wrap his head around it. His gut was usually so good at keeping his family safe and now Jesse was in the hospital.
Some how Jesse hadn’t died, but he was in the hospital for the next two weeks due to internal bleeding and a couple shattered ribs and then he had physical therapy to look forward to.
Vince got off, cause they couldn’t peg the trashed cars to him and the driver wouldn’t take credit for attempted manslaughter. He was keeping Jesse and Mia sane until Dom and the others came back. The others being Leon. His gun shot wound had been looked at and he wasn’t suppose to do much besides rest which pissed him off to no end and gave Mia some one to bitch at.
Letty said it hadn’t been worth it, that Dom wasn’t worth it, and split towards El Salvador.
Dom pushed away from the wall heading towards the garage to talk to Leon. He walked in to find Leon half in the engine of the car they were touching up.
“Hey, man. We’re goin’ back. So, when can you be ready?” Leon’s head snapped up so fast that he hit it off the underside of the hood.
“Fuck! Shit, man, you want to surprise me when I haven’t got my head inside a car? You trying to give me a concussion here, man?” Leon was rubbing his head and scowling at Dom, until he noticed the serious look on Dom’s face. “Well, what’s this shit about going back?”
Dom raised his eyebrow at his friend’s odd reaction and then just shook his head, replying calmly, “ It ain’t ‘shit’, I got pardoned and we can go back. So, how fast can you pack?” Leon gapped a little before he pivoted, rushing off to pack his stuff as fast as humanly possible, leaving Dom blinking at the spot Lean had just been standing in.
BRIAN’S P.O.V:
Brian drove the Skyline up to the line just in time to join the race. To his left he could here Teij talking to Suki, who let out some choice expletives as he put the car in park and walked over. After picking on one of the new kids on the scene and raising the stakes, he got back in his car. Brian revved his engine sharply, making fire shoot out of his tail pipe, effectively causing the crowd to jump back. Teij started the race and Brian lept off the line easily stealing the lead in the mile long race.
Racing seemed to Brian the only way to escape his screw-ups. First, the foster care families he let hurt him; second, being gay; third, letting Roman end up in jail. He had joined the cops in hopes of finally finding the family he craved, only to screw that up by falling head over heals for a guy as strait as a fucking pole, a fucking titanium pole, and then letting said guy go when it meant his job or going to jail.
As the race progressed it seemed more and more like he was just playing with the other drivers, and in a way, he was. He really hadn’t given his all in a race since Roman left Miami and moved to L.A., to start over out there.
Teij was shaking his head by the time the others had finally pulled up. He walked around to each collecting the winnings, he then handed it to Brian simply saying, “Man, you really need to give Suki lessons on driving while spacing, dude.”
Brian smiled mirthlessly at him in reply. Taking his winnings, he walked over to Suki and gave her a hug, saying “ Been fun, girl, but I need some sleep.”
Suki glanced up with worry. She’d noticed her friend was getting worse. She wondered if there was someone out there who could get him to really live again.
“Yeah, I know. Drive safe. Can’t have those cops after you now that you’ve kicked all our asses ya’ know? We won’t be able to win back our cash, if your pretty ass is in the slam, babe!” Suki smiled at him though it didn’t quite push the worry out of her eyes.
Brian sighed as he scrubbed his hair in the shower. He thought of Dom and the others. He’d tried to go see Jesse, to explain that he really did think highly of him, that the things he’d told him hadn’t been a lie, which only his last name was. That hadn’t gone well. Later he went to see Mia to apologize and Mia threw a vase at his head. Vince tried to get out of bed so that he could kill him. After that he’d handed in his badge, gone to his house, packed a bag, bought a race car from Henry and drove till he ran out of gas somewhere in D.C. Then he had raced to get money, blowing the competition out of the water, surprising most of the racing crowd. After building up his cash supply, he drove down to Miami where he’d met Jimmy, who’d introduced him to Teij and more importantly, a Right Sided Skyline and of course, the races. He’d soon earned the title “The Bullet” because he wouldn’t let anyone call him “Speed Racer.” The memories that came with that title hurt just too fucking much.
Brian thought he fit in pretty good with Teij and his friends, but he couldn’t help but miss the family he’d only known for those few weeks. Tears were washed down the drain along with the dirt and grime from the long day. Carefully, he shut off the water and toweled off, possibly feeling worse then before. As he shut his eyes that night he pictured a sunny afternoon with a prayer to the car gods and gentle laughter.