Just wanted to cover some ground rules before I get this story going. And I'm going to be posting the guys' cars on my profile so look out for that too.
BTR never existed
They are all OOC
All cars are customized
Backstory
James has a mansion in Malibu. He's an undercover cop in the racing world, nobody knows except Cargan. Jett and his crew try to take down James by planting drugs in his cars. James works at an autobody shop by day and races at night. Jett and his crew are drug dealers and bring drugs across the border.
Cars
Racing cars (customized)
James' cars: Chevelle SS, Mustang Boss 302, Camaro SS
Kendall's cars: Mitsubishi Lancer, Aston Martin V8 Vantage, Lamborghini Murcielago Roadster
Logan's cars: Nissan Skyline (Brians car from Fast and Furious series), Mercedes-Benz SLG5 AMG, Misubishi Eclipse GSX
Carlos' cars: Mercedes-Benz CLG5 AMG, Corvette Z06, Mazda RX7
Main characters:
James Diamond
Kendall Knight
Logan Mitchell
Carlos Garcia
Jett Stetson
Dak Zevon
Dominic Toretto (see what I did there? I had to add him in there)
Summary: AU. BTR never existed. Cargan established. Kames comes in later chapters. James is the racing legend, nobody can beat him. Until newcomer, Kendall, shakes up his world. Cops chase them. Drugs are involved. Follow these racers into a world full of racing, running from cops, undercover works, drugs, you name it.
Savin' Me
Romance and Drama
Kames/Cargan slash
A/N: the title has nothing to do with the fic itself but I have no idea what to call this fic so I named it Savin' Me. It's not a song fic and I'm not going to name it The Fast and The Furious (even though that is the greatest franchise movie in the world and I'm a total car junkie). Is it just me or are you sad that Paul Walker died? I had a HUGE celeb crush on him for years and this is just simply tragic. Anyways, what inspired this fic is Right on Track by Sonaaa. I was watching Fast and Furious when I stumbled upon that one. The most funniest idea came to me: what if James Maslow was the new Brian O'Connor? That would be badass and a little overkill, my ovaries would've exploded from that.
Disclaimer: I don't own BTR. If I did then I would keep Jamie (aka bub, Jims, James) all to myself
Side note: nothing to do with the fic itself but I had to get this out there. I'm not, in anway shape or form, a Jalston supporter. He deserves someone way better than her. I'm sure she's a great persona but she's not right for James. Just once they break up again I'm gonna say it to him in a tweet and be totally nice about it instead of coming off as a jealous cunt like so many others have done with the Carlexa thing. I will forever support James just not them. I love James, I do, he just needs to learn to let her go. That relationship isn't healthy. If it didn't work out the first two times then it's not meant to be. Move on and let go. Sorry Jalston supporters, actually I'm not even sorry about that.
UPDATE: I switched some shit around. Hopefully ya'll spotted it.
Without further ado:
Enjoy :)
Savin' Me
Chapter 1
JPOV
Adrenaline. That's what I love most about racing. I don't have to worry about anything. Just race. Nothing can touch me. When I race, I blast my heavy metal until I win. I'm the best there is. Nobody can beat me.
I'm also an undercover cop. I have a mansion in Malibu, I own four vehicles. I work at an autobody shop by day, race by night. That's how I can afford my fabulous mansion. Oh, I forgot to introduce myself. The name's James Diamond. I have two best friends by the names of Logan Mitchell and Carlos Garcia. They know about my undercover because they're undercover cops themselves. We've been trying to get Jett and his crew put behind bars but we can never get the evidence needed and it's very frustrating. So that's why I'm a race and the fact that I actually love it. I built my Chevelle from the ground up. All of our cars are customized. I'm the racing legeng. Nobody can beat me. Jett Stetson is my bitter rival. He tries everything to my car but I make sure everything runs perfectly.
I sighed. Currently, I'm sitting in my backyard on a chair. I was gonna surf but there hasn't been good waves for me to catch lately. At least I'm getting my tan on. I grabbed my bottle of beer and took a swig. I have the day off from my job at the car shop and I'm enjoying before I have to go race tonight. Logan is in my monstrous garage working on the cars. I don't let anyone touch my Chevelle, I'm the only one who gets to touch it.
Carlos is elsewhere, doing god knows what. Logan and Carlos have been together before we joined the racing world. I haven't found that on person for me yet. I have my music blasting from my iPhone.
I put my sunglasses on my face and lean back, enjoying the rays of the sun.
Later that night
I'm getting ready to go race. I have on my black skinny jeans, combat boots, wife beater, leather jacket and fingerless gloves. I check myself out in the mirror. Sprayed some Cuda man spray, make sure my hair is perfect. I'm ready to go. I walked into the garage to see Carlos and Logan making out against his Skyline. I rolled my eyes. I grabbed my Chevelle's keys. I cleared my throat. They looked up and blushed furiously. I smirked at them.
"Ready to go?"
They nodded and got in Logan's car. I got in my car and started it up, feeling it purr. I put the car in gear and took off to the racing destination.
Time skip to the race
Girls are everywhere. Fucking sluts. I'm definitely gay, they do nothing for me. I don't need anyone, not even Logan can convince me. Look at me, I'm fucking James Diamond and I don't need to be tied down to guys.
I popped the hood of my car and looked in it, to make sure everything was right and tightened anything that needs to be tighetened. Logan was under the car to make sure nothing was wrong. I slammed the hood closed and some scantily clad blonde sauntered up. She put her manicured hands all over me. I looked at her with a raised eyebrow.
"I'm not interested," I said.
"And I'm horny," she said.
Is this bitch for real? Just then Logan popped out from under the car.
"He's got plans tonight," he said, covered in car oil and grease.
She looked at him in disgust and rolled her eyes. I just stared at her. She can get lost. I don't dig pussy. I need dick.
"You need to get lost. I'm not into pussy, I'm into dicks."
"That's hot."
I growled in annoyance and I saw out the corner of my eyes that Logan rolled his eyes.
"Get. Lost," I hissed.
I looked up and saw Jett, my rival. I'm gonna be racing his punk ass for the umpteenth time. Nobody can beat me. I don't understand why he keeps wanting to race me. I shoved the chick away from me.
"Dick," she muttered, rolled her eyes and sauntered away.
Finally the bitch left. Now it's time for the race to begin.
"You got this, James," Logan said.
"I'm aware and why the fuck is he racing me anyways? I beat his punk ass every single fucking time. What does it take to get it through his arrogant, dumb ass skull of his that he will never in his miserable life beat me. I'm the fucking best."
"Of course, James. He does that just to get under your skin. There's rumors going around that he's gonna go back to Mexico to get drugs, just don't know when yet." He muttered under his breath.
I looked at him in shock. Shit, he's gonna get more drugs and bring them through the tunnels. The cheif is gonna be thrilled to be hearing about this. Just then I got a brilliant idea. He saw the look on my face and vehemently shook his head.
"No, James. I'm not doing that."
"I didn't say YOU had to do it. I'm thinking of sending someone that's also on this case to follow his every move. Just after I kick his punk ass."
"You do that, James,"
I grinned at him. I got into my baby and revved the engine. I pulled up to the starting line. I took a deep breath. It's just me and the open road. Just then a knock on my window made me look over and narrow my eyes. I rolled the window and raised an eyebrow.
"Can I help you?" I asked Jett.
"Lose the race."
I snorted then started cackling in his face. He frowned. Once my cackles were under control, I just stared blankly at him.
"You actually think I would willingly lose this race for you. Are you fucking stupid? You can try and beat me, that's just a lost cause. Seriously, nice try." I said, with a straight face.
He just glowered and stalked away. I shook my head at his stupidity. It was time to race. I put my left hand on the steering wheel and one on the gear shift. I put my left on the break pedal and the right on the gas to get the back tires to spin. Some scantily clad chick asked if we were ready and we revved up our engines. She lifted both of her arms up, with a bandanna in one hand, then let the cloth drop. We took off. I ended up doing my famous wheelie and gunned it.
I double pumped the clutch on the intake. A turn is coming up and I get ready to do a drift. I grabbed the wheel and took a right turn. Corrected the wheel and switched to second gear. I looked around me to make sure he's behind me. I smirked and shook my head. What a fucking loser. I kept doing drifts on the turns and I see the finish line. I shifted again and put the pedal to the metal. Victory is sweet. I stopped the car. Then I got out and shot a high fice to Logan and Carlos.
Jett looked angry that he lost again. I smirked at him and rose an eyebrow. He stalked over and slapped $35 grand into my head. I counted the money and kissed it. Victory is so fucking sweet. Just then we saw cop cars everywhere. Jett just smirked. Time to go. I hopped into my car and took off. I'm not worried about the two shorties. They can take care of themselves. I drove to a garage and waited it out. I got out the car and made sure the cops aren't anywhere near the stree I'm on. The coast was clear. I got into my other car and left the garage. I decided to do the speed limit all the way home.
A/N: I think this chapter sucked ass in my opinion. Whatever. What do you think? Kendall doesn't come in until chapter 3. Who do you think I was hinting at with this line: I'm thinking of sending someone that's also on this case to follow his every move? Thinking next chapter will be about James' day job. Possibly will be short. Dunno what's gonna happen next chapter. Maybe he'll get visited by his department to find out what's going on with Jett and crew. I'll do a Jett POV when they smuggle drugs and all that nonsense.
-Cola Marie Maslow