Warning: Un-beta. All mistakes are mine, mine and only mine! Mmmm slash if you blink
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Summary: Situated at the fourth movie, before Dom knows about Letty "undercover" mission.
It has been a long time since dawn's found him anything but awake. There were too many ghosts living in the secret place of his pillow, and the early hours of the morning always found him with his eyes open, staring at the ceiling, lost in the past.
Maybe Brian allowed himself to remember only at those hours because it was easier, because his mind was still in the mists of sleep, and only then he can face his demons without it hurting too much; like looking at the sun through a frosted glass.
"That's the deal Brian. And you're going to help me to convince them to accept my conditions", her voice had sounded so sure and yet so desperate that night. Brian can remember himself sitting on the edge of the bed, in the dark, her voice echoing in his ear just demanding, like he owed her something. Maybe he did.
"I don't know if I can do that ..." his rational side had tried to take control of the situation then, but his excuses had sounded weak even to his own ears.
"Brian, you are going to help me. I know you'll help "again her voice had resounded drowning out his lies, his fears. It had been a dangerous touch of metal through the headset, a silken whisper through the distance. "It's the only way to keep him safe. It's our opportunity to come back to the Estates. And you're gonna help me because you want him back. You need to see him again; I know it, Brian ".
His heart had begun to beat too fast then, because despite the distance, an echo of pain, tenderness and jealousy could be distinguished in the voice on the phone.
"You know? What does it mean that you know? "Even now Brian can feel the sweat running down his back, his trembling fingers clutching the headset hard, cracking the plastic. There had been two, five, eight seconds in complete silence, just two shadows breathing in unison in the dark, two broken hearts beating in time with a sad song with no name. And then she had said the words that would change their lives forever.
"He wants to see you too, Brian." He could also taste a note of anger and bitterness in those words. It sounded like resentment perhaps, but also resignation. And Brian had known at that moment that he was going to make a mistake, but hadn't had the courage to listen at his sanity. Because he wanted to see him. She had said so and she couldn't be wrong.
"Count on me, Letty."
Four words whispered in the darkness had served to seal a pact with the devil, forever selling his soul in the promise of seeing the face that haunted him every second and for which he had already sacrificed everything once.
Brian let out a sigh, and moves restless in bed, a new ghost lying next to him, aggressive black eyes full of reproach.
When dawn finally arrives, Letty's ghost vanishes like smoke in the air, but persists in his pillow the smell of burned gasoline and his heart bleed with remorse. A sarcastic smile curves his lips when he looks himself in the mirror; it doesn't escape him the irony that at the end, only her death was what had made Dom return to his life.