Here are some things to expect from this fic: canon-typical violence, cursing, mild sexual content, queer characters written by a queer, angst, shit about cars that has been googled and is probably not accurate, inaccurate knowledge of medical treatments, even more cursing, even more violence, and more to be added. I really wish ff had a tagging system like AO3. If there's a serious warning I have to put before a chapter I will, but this is just so you know what you're getting yourself into.
Mykie O'Conner was already regretting her choice on coming back to LA. She stretched her arms out above her head, wincing when her side ached and burned, but it was easily ignored. After spending so long in Europe, she had forgotten about the heat. She certainly hadn't missed it.
All she had on her was a duffel bag, strapped to her back instead of hanging off to the side. She stood on her tiptoes, trying to find the person she was meant to be meeting. Someone she had only come in contact with over the phone, so she had no idea what to look for.
"O'Conner?" A familiar voice called out and she jumped, looking for the source. A woman with dirty blonde hair and a grin that could easily be just as dirty was standing off to the side, leaning against a truck that was parked in the 'No Parking' zone of the building. What had Mykie really smiling was the car that the truck had been towing.
A '69 Camaro, painted in a baby blue to match her eyes, that her brother and herself had built together as her first car. She had missed it, not able to take it to Europe with her.
Mykie finally tore her eyes away from it and smiled at the woman in front of her. She already would have been taller than Mykie, everyone was, but the heeled boots didn't help. "Great to finally meet you in person, Vix. Definitely a lot prettier than the face I tried to put a voice to," she winked, smiling when the woman, Vix, just laughed.
"Don't let Ray hear you say that, she can be pretty possessive and would kick your ass." Vix warned, pulling the keys to the Camaro out of her pocket and tossing them to the girl.
She pouted, puffing out her chest while trying to stand a little taller. "What, don't think I could take your girlfriend, Vee?"
VIx snorted, staring down at the blonde. "She's taller than even me, so I'd say no. She could sit on you and you'd be done for." She looked up and saw a frowning security guard making his way towards the two, most likely to yell at them for being in the 'No Parking' spot. "Time to go, shorty. I'd suggest you take off too, we got a wannabe cop coming after us."
Mykie glanced back at him and saw that her friend was right. "Damn, I've only been back in the country for a few minutes and I'm already getting in trouble," she sighed, unlocking her door. "Tell Ray I said hey, and I'll be around to kick her ass for your hand one of these days." She joked, tossing her bag inside of the car.
"Will do, Mykie." Vix gave her a two-finger salute before jumping in her truck, barely giving it the second to start before taking off.
Mykie heard the footsteps behind her get quicker and got in her own car as well, ignoring the officer's shout of 'Hey!'. She tore off out of the parking lot, leaving nothing but dust and smoke behind.
Brian hadn't told her much, so she stopped at the place she had heard him mention he was 'working' at for the UC job. Racer's Edge, and it did look pretty nice. She parked and stepped out, ignoring the catcalls from the men standing outside around their own cars.
"Hey, girly!" One of them yelled as she walked up to the front doors, "you get that ride from your boyfriend?" She flipped him off, giving the group a heated glare.
The bell above the door chimed, making the man at the desk look up. Harry thought he recognized something very familiar about the woman, but couldn't quite figure it out. "What can I do for 'ya?" Unlike the men outside, he knew not to expect every woman to be clueless about cars. He learned that the hard way after meeting a certain Letty Ortiz.
"I hear my brother is working here, and was wondering if you could tell me where he's at?" She questioned, taking a good look around the inside of the store.
He leaned against the counter, arms folded in front of him. "Yeah? And who's your brother?"
She had no idea what last name her brother was going by for this job, but at least he had kept his first name. "Brian? I just got back from a… a trip out of the country, was hoping to see him on my first day back, y'know?"
Oh, that was why he recognized her! The two certainly had the same blue eyes and blonde curls. Harry stuck out his hand, giving her a more genuine smile. "You must be Mykie, then! He's talked about you a lot. Didn't think you were getting in for another month, though?"
She barely held back from flinching, the wound on her side giving her a harsh reminder of why she left. "Yeah, I decided to ditch and come home early. It was way too chilly for my ass to spend any longer there."
"Right," he nodded. "Well, he's down at the cafe that the Torettos own. Been going there every day for three weeks now." The man snorted, shaking his head. "Boy has the biggest crush on the owner's sister."
"Yeah, that sounds like my brother. Always gettin' in trouble over a girl." Mykie sighed, rolling her eyes. "Alright, which way is it?"
Harry gave her the directions to the cafe/garage, but stopped her before she could leave. "You do know Spilner's on the job right now, right?"
She smiled at him, thankful that he had given her that small, but important, little detail. "Sure do. Thanks for reminding me."
Mykie caught the same crowd of men from earlier around her car, prowling around it like it was the last model on Earth, and whistled sharply, frowning at them. "If you like what's between your legs, I'd get away from my car, boys."
"So this is your car, huh?" The obvious leader of the group said, smirking at her.
"Built it from scratch." She answered him, giving him a cool stare. "Now get your boys and back the fuck up. I got somewhere to be, and don't need to be late."
The man held his hands up, but called his boys off. "Shit, lady. No need to get hostile."
She just got into her car, making a quick getaway before they could hold her back from seeing her brother any longer.
It wasn't hard to find the garage Harry was talking about. She idled at the stop sign just at the corner, watching as a group of race cars pulled into a stop out front. A company truck for the Racer's Edge was also parked on the other side of the street, so she could only assume that it was her brother.
Mykie pulled up and parked her car in front of the truck, shutting it off before she gained any more attention, even though she had already failed at that. Thankfully her windows were tinted, so nobody could see her watching the group. They all got out of their cars, crowding around the blue one.
"Who is that?" Leon questioned, watching the woman finally get out of the car. "Never seen that ride around here before."
Jesse looked up from checking over Vince's car, eyes widening as he looked her over. "No idea, but damn, she's beautiful."
They watched her completely ignore them as she walked up to the front of the door, hesitating for just a second before suddenly running the last few feet and launching herself at the blonde that constantly flirted with Mia.
"Bri!" She cheered, wrapping her arms around his neck as she slammed into his back. He slid forward in his seat, grunting when his gut was rammed into the counter. He turned his head, getting nothing but messy blonde curls in the face. She leaned down, placing a kiss on his cheek before letting go so he could hug her properly.
"Mykie! Holy shit, I thought you were still in London?" He grinned, grabbing her around the waist and pulling her in for a hug. The stool wasn't stable enough to hold the both of them, so she sat on the one to his right, barely giving the girl behind the counter a second glance as she set her elbow on it, resting her chin on her palm. "You should have told me you were coming, I would have taken today off so I could get you."
She waved her hand dismissively, "Nah, I had it handled. Good friend of mine brought me my car since it'd been so long since I've driven her. And I got tired of London and missed my baby bro." She grinned, ruffling his hair.
Brian rolled his eyes and swatted her hand away. "You're older by, like, two minutes."
"Hey, two minutes is two minutes. And you know what it's like?" He didn't say anything, raising a brow. She grinned. "You'll know when you're older."
He groaned, refraining from slamming his head against the counter. This was sadly not the first time he's heard that.
"He's talked about you, you know?" Mia questioned, finally butting into the conversation. She leaned her hip against the counter, smiling at the blonde girl. "When I asked if he had siblings, he couldn't stop bragging about you."
Mykie looked at Brian, smirking with a brow raised. "Has he? Didn't know there was much to brag about."
Mia set down a sandwich in front of Brian, glancing at the blonde next to him. "You want anything?"
"Um, just a coke would be good. Thanks," Mykie smiled at her.
"Sure thing." Mia smiled and glanced behind her. The group Mykie had passed outside was finally coming in. "What's up, guys?"
They returned the hello, and Mykie watched the boys start messing with the chips. The other woman leaned against the wooden pillar, looking at the man in the back office. "Hey Dom, want something to drink?" Instead of answering her, he just held up a half empty beer bottle.
Vince sat down on Brian's other side, barely sparring Mykie a glance. He pushed the salt shaker towards him, knocking it into his plate.
"Here you go," Mia sat down the glass of coke, eyeing Vince. Mykie smiled in thanks and took a sip.
"Oh, he's beautiful." She heard Jesse comment on her brother and smirked, covering it with her hand. "The girl beside him is even more- just, wow."
"I like his hair cut." Leon added, throwing a chip in his mouth. "Wonder if she's as wild as her hair."
"Vince." Mia tried to get the man's attention. Brian looked at her, but he just kept on staring at the blond. "Vince!"
He turned towards her, and Mykie couldn't help but think that he was like a love sick puppy. Toss a dog a bone, and they'll love you forever. And for obvious reasons, too. Mykie had to admiy, the brunette was real pretty. "What?"
"Can I get you anything?" She questioned, looking impatient.
Vince smiled, looking her up and down. "You look good." He complimented.
Mykie watched her brother look at him before shaking his head. He stood up and pulled some money out of his pocket. "Thanks a lot, Mia. I'll see you tomorrow." He looked at his sister, "Come on, Mykie."
She whined, holding her glass up. "I'm not done with my coke, though." He gave her the look and she sighed. Turning back to Mia, she gave her a smile and put down her own cash to pay for the drink. "It was nice meeting you."
"You too." Mia smiled at her and she walked away.
"Tomorrow?" Vince questioned quietly to himself, before standing up. "Yo! Try Fat Burger form now on, you can get yourself a double cheese with fries for $2.95, faggot."
Mykie felt her whole body twitch, freezing up in the middle of the street. She clenched her fists, angry, even though she knew it wasn't directed at her. Still, she hated that word.
Brian glanced back at Vince, smirking. "I like the tuna here."
"Bullshit, asshole. No one likes the tuna here." Vince snapped. He brushed passed Mykie, knocking into her shoulder and causing her to stumble.
"Yeah, well I do." Brian retorted without looking back, before he was slammed up against the truck's door. He spun around, punching Vince in the face. Vince growled and ran at him, tackling him into the truck.
Mykie watched in annoyance, hands on her hips. The two men tried getting their arms around the other, swinging punches.
"Dom, can you please get out there? I'm sick of this shit!" Mia called, but the man ignored her. "I'm not kidding Dom, get out there!" He stood up and turned around, looking at her.
"What did you put in that sandwich?" He questioned, holding back a smirk.
"Oh, that's really funny," Mia snapped.
Letty was quickly growing tired of it. "Dom!" She shouted, nodding her head towards outside.
By now, Vince had slammed Brian against one of the cars. They fell to the ground, trying to get on top of one another. Dom started walking out, the other three following, but Mykie stepped in before they could.
She grabbed the back of Vince's shirt and pulled, yanking him away from her brother. "What a fucking pussy, going at someone with their back turned," she snarled, pushing him back again when he tried getting in her face.
With Vince distracted, Dom grabbed Brian off of the ground and slammed him against the car.
"Hey man, he was in my face." He held his hands up, trying to defend himself.
"I'm in your face." Dom snapped, getting closer. Vince glared at Mykie before trying to lunge at her brother again. Dom grabbed him and threw him back. "Relax! You're done. You embarrass me!" Leon shoved him away even further before he could try and make another move. "Jesse, hand me the wallet."
He did without question and Dom opened it. "Brian Earl Spilner? Sounds like a serial killer name. Is that what you are?"
Mykie stepped up, shoulders set back and tense while she glared up at him. "What the hell, man?"
Dom glanced at her before looking back at Brian, holding the wallet out. "Don't come here again." Brian took the wallet and the man started walking away.
Just when she thought they were done, Brian had to go and open his mouth. "Hey, this is bullshit, man!" Mykie sighed, smacking her forehead with her hand.
Dom turned back around and stomped up to the siblings. "You work for Harry, right?"
Brian nodded. "Yeah, just started."
"You were just fired." Dom turned and walked away again.
Mykie smacked her brother's chest, annoyance flashing across her face. "Really, dude? You just had to open your mouth, didn't 'ya?"
He glared at her and walked to his truck. She rolled her eyes and followed, getting in her Camaro.
Dom watched her car go. She had come out of nowhere and left just as quickly. Jesse seemed to like her, but he didn't trust either of the siblings.
Brian pulled into a parking spot at the Racer's Edge, front end of the truck hitting the sidewalk. Mykie followed in, at a much slower speed, and parked. She cut the engine and got out, closing and locking her door. "Bri, you need to chill out." She told him, but he just ignored her.
Brian walked in just as Harry was getting off of the phone with Dom. Mykie was hesitant to follow him into the back room, so she hung back and looked around the store. It was obviously a garage that mostly sold to street racers. That must be why Harry knew about the UC job; she didn't doubt that the LAPD probably blackmailed him into letting Brian stay there and work as a cover, and they wouldn't shut down his store.
She looked at the cases of NOS, reminiscing about the old days, when she raced almost every other day. She always raced against Brian or their friend, Roman, but rarely actually raced for cash or pinks. When she was in England, she was surprised that there was even a racing scene there. It was certainly different, and she enjoyed almost every minute while she was there.
"My car topped out at 140 miles per hour this morning." Brian said, walking back into the front. Mykie glanced at him as he and Harry approached the NOS displays she was in front of.
Harry tried to stop him. "Amateurs don't use nitrous oxide. I've seen the way you drive, you have a heavy foot. You'll blow yourself to pieces."
"Hell yeah, he will." Mykie agreed, crossing her arms over her chest.
"I need one of these. One of the big ones." He touched one of the canisters before changing his mind. "Actually, you know what, let's make it two. And Harry, I need it by tonight."
Mykie sighed and shook her head. "You really are an idiot, Bri." Brian glared at her before smirking. "Oh, no. I don't like that look on your— Bri!" She screamed, dodging him as he lunged for her. He wrapped his arm around her neck and ruffled her hair, making it look even messier than it was. "Damn it, Brian!"
"Love you, Mykie!" He called, letting go and running away before she could grab him. Mykie waited a moment to give him a head start before taking off after him. The few people in the store watched, amused, as the oldest of the two quickly caught up. She tackled him, arms wrapping around his neck and her legs wrapping around his waist. They both fell onto the floor, rolling around and swinging playful punches.
"Alright, alright." Harry chuckled, grabbing Brian by the collar of his shirt and lifting him up. "Cut it out. You need to get back to work. You're one of my very few mechanics that are actually good."
At the mention of work, Mykie quickly sat up. "You looking for more mechanics?" Hell, if she could get a job on her first day back, she was going to.
"Yeah, why?" Harry looked down at her, offering a hand to her. "You know your way around an engine?"
Mykie snorted, taking the hand and letting him pull her up. "Know my way around an engine? You see that 69 Camaro outside? I rebuilt that thing with Bri, and did most of the work."
"I was there as supervision, really." Brian shrugged, still proud of his sister for doing it. "She was only sixteen, maybe seventeen, when we did it, too."
"You're hired." Harry put a hand on her shoulder, grinning. "There's a t-shirt in the back that you can change into."
Mykie pumped a fist in the air, cheering. Brian watched her run off, brows furrowed. This job was only temporary for him, but she might want to stay here for a while. "I'll fill out the paperwork for her to get started. She might actually stay here when I'm done with this job." Harry nodded, so he made his way to the computers.
Even after working for a couple of hours, Mykie still had a bunch of energy left in her. At first, he'd wanted her to stay at home and rest, but once Brian saw how badly Mykie was bouncing in her seat, well... He offered her a ride to the race he was going to that night. Not surprisingly, she agreed without hesitation. Mykie loved racing, it wasn't like she was going to say no.
She got dressed quickly, shoving on a pair of jeans. She considered tying off the t-shirt she grabbed, to act as a crop top, but the bandage wrapped around her torso would be a dead giveaway that she was hurt. She slid the shirt on, tucking part of it into her pants. A denim jacket was put on, sleeves rolled up. Her combat boots were at the bottom of the bag, and she quickly dug them out and slipped them on, shoving her pocketknife inside of the side. The familiar shape of it digging into her ankle was oddly comforting.
"Let's go." She told Brian and shoved her cellphone into her pocket, along with her wallet. They walked out to his car and got in, speeding off to where the races were being held.
"So why are you undercover?" Mykie asked, a few minutes into the ride. "And seriously? Spilner? That's the best you could come up with?" She paused for a moment, brows furrowed, before asking, "Isn't that the name you kept giving all of the subs back in high school?"
Brian chuckled, taking the turn that would lead them to where the races where. "Yeah, it is. And I can't tell you, it's classified." He teased, smiling at her.
"Oh come on, Bri! I won't tell." She pouted, giving him puppy dog eyes.
Brian shook his head, avoiding looking at her. He never could resist her puppy dog eyes. "No, Mykie. I can't risk you messing shit up." She huffed, quickly becoming annoyed. She could keep a secret! Hell, there was a rather large one she wasn't telling Brian, and she doubted she ever would. "Don't huff at me, you know I'm right."
He pulled up to the race and Mykie could practically feel the music in the air. Almost every car had their speakers out, playing music loudly. Her grin grew wider and she was bouncing in her seat, a large grin on her face.
They got out and looked around. The two looked like kids in a candy store. Eyes bright, smiles on their faces.
A Hispanic man walked over, gesturing towards the Skyline. "What'chu running under there, man?" Brian smirked, not opening his mouth. "You're going to make me find out the hard way?"
Brian chuckled, "Hell yeah."
The man nodded, pointing his finger at Brian. "You brave, you brave. They call me Hector. Got a last name, too, but I can't pronounce it."
Brian walked forward and held out his hand, "Brian Spilner."
Hector shook it, saying, "Typical white boy name." He looked over at Mykie and smirked. "Who's this beauty?"
Mykie smirked, shifting her weight from one foot to another. "Mykie Spilner, the sister."
"Ah, I was beginning to wonder why you two looked so alike." Hector chuckled and pointed to his car. "See that over there? That's my baby, but I ain't cutting her loose tonight."
"Why not?" Mykie questioned, studying the car from her spot.
"It's 'cause I'm trying to get on the NIRA circuit. You heard about that?"
Brian nodded, "Oh, hell yeah, dude."
"Yeah, so what's up with you, man?"
Mykie opened her mouth to answer, but Brian beat her to it. "Just waitin' for Toretto."
Another man walked up, joining the conversation. He chuckled, "You better get in line. This your's?" He asked, gesturing to the Skyline.
"I mean, he is standing next to it." Mykie answered, raising a single brow.
The man chuckled. "That's funny. You know, Edwin happens to know a few things. And one of the things that Edwin knows is, it's not how you stand by your car, but how you race your car. You better learn that."
"I think we know already, but thanks." She said, tone dry as she gave the man a cool stare. He scoffed, looking away.
The sound of multiple engines met the twin's ears and they turned to look. Toretto and his crew drove in and stopped. They all got out and joined the crowd, handshakes and slaps on the back being trades.
Mykie glanced over at her brother and groaned. "Bri, you best get that look off of your face."
He turned to her. "What face?"
"The face you make when you have a terrible idea." She answered, eyes narrowed. He smirked and reached into the car, pulling something out. A pink slip. "Damn it, Brian," She muttered, trailing behind him as he walked up to the crowd.
"Wait, hold up." He stepped into the conversation and held up the pink slip. "I don't have any cash, but I do have the pink slip to my car."
"You just can't climb in the ring with Ali 'cause you think you box!" Jesse cut in, shaking his head.
Brian pointed to Vince, "He knows I can box. Check it out, it's like this- I lose, winner takes my car, clean and clear. But if I win, I take the cash and I take your respect."
"Respect?" Dom laughed. Everyone around them chuckled, finding the idea funny.
"To some people," Mykie spoke up, attention turning to her, "that's more important."
Dom stared at the twins for a moment, contemplating them for a moment. Finally, he asked, "That your car?" While nodding over to the green Skyline.
Brian nodded and everyone walked to the Skyline. Jesse popped the hood and took a look inside, as everyone else 'oh'ed. He started listing off everything inside, leaning over to get a better look. Mykie smirked, enjoying the view. "I see a cool air intake. It's got a NOS fogger system and a T4 turbo, Dominic. I see an AIC controller. It has direct port nitrous injection. And a stand-alone fuel management system."
"Not a bad way to spend ten thousand dollars." Dom commented.
Edwin pulled back from taking a look inside. "He's got enough NOS in there to blow himself up."
Brian grinned, "So what do you say? Am I worthy?"
Dom chuckled. "We don't know yet. But you're in. Let's go!"
Mykie glanced at Brian before getting inside of the Skyline. She sat back, crossing one leg over the other. "You're going in too hot headed, Bri." She warned her brother as soon as he got in the car. He glanced at her, but didn't reply.
She looked at him, head tilted while her brows furrowed. "Why are you trying to get into the Toretto circle?"
"No reason." He lied, after a moment's hesitation.
"Seriously?" She frowned, turning to look out of the windshield. "You are great at UC jobs, but you should know better than to try and lie to your own sister, dude."
He nodded idly, not really listening to her, and pulled up to where the race was, being one of the last few to make it. He accidentally went over the line, causing people to yell out and laugh at him. Mykie rolled her eyes and got out once he'd backed up to behind the line. She leaned in the window, accidentally giving the guy behind her a nice view of her ass. "Don't die, Bri. Okay?"
Brian chuckled and smirked at her. "Don't worry, Mykie."
She stood up straight, hands in her pockets. She was going to worry, whether he tried to reassure her or not.
The racers were off as soon as Hector's arms were down. Brian swerved almost immediately, getting control of the car back a second later.
Mykie rocked on her heels, trying to focus passed the music and chatter for the sound of roaring engines. She couldn't hear anything, which meant that they were already too far away. She heard footsteps approach from behind her, but ignored them.
"He's not going to win, you know."
She turned and eyed the woman. She was the same one from Toretto's cafe, with Mia beside her. "No, probably not." She shrugged, still bouncing. "He's going to hurt the car trying to win against your boy Dom, I can tell you that much. The amount of NOS he put in the car is just stupid." She shook her head, chewing on her bottom lip.
Mia nudged her with her elbow, smiling lightly. "Brothers, am I right?"
Mykie laughed, nodding her head. "Oh, you're so right."
Letty watched her, but the blonde had gotten so used to having a heavy gaze on her that she didn't react to it and kept her eyes forward.
She fidgeted, annoyance and worry at war in her chest. Normally she trusted Brian to do good on his races, but he was being an idiot with the NOS this time around. He was trying to be bold, she knew that much. She should have asked Harry what the job was about when she had the chance. Now Brian has probably gone and told him not to tell her anything.
Letty was still watching her, but finally spoke up. "You got ADD or somethin'?"
Mykie shook her head, wringing her hands together, "Nah. Just nervous, and got a lot of pent up energy. Or, at least, that's what we've been calling it for the last thirteen years. I can focus on things just fine, but I gotta stay movin', 'ya know?"
"I have someone you might like to meet." Letty said, after a long pause. "Follow me." without waiting, she turned on her heel and started walking away. Mykie glanced at Mia, who just shrugged, before following after her. "He'd certainly like to meet you," she mumbled, so quiet that she almost missed it.
They approached Jesse, who was too busy talking to a race bunny to notice them.
Letty whistled, catching his and a few other people's attention. "Yo, Jesse. Got someone for you to meet." She grabbed Mykie's arm and dragged her over. "This is Mykie, she has ADD like you."
"I told you-" Mykie tried to speak, but Letty was already walking away. She huffed, puffing her cheeks out. Jesse couldn't help but think it was absolutely adorable. She turned her attention to Jesse, smiling brightly. "As you just heard, I'm Mykie." She held out her hand for him to shake.
"Jesse." He shook it. Just as he was about to pull away, Mykie tightened her hold and stepped closer. She twisted their hands, so his hand was on top of her's. She studied the nail polish, which was the same shade of black that her's was. He shifted, beginning to feel almost self conscious about it.
"Cool," she just grinned, letting his hand go. "Not often I see a guy rocking nail polish." Mykie nodded, subtly rocking her body to the beat of the song that was closest to them. It was a reasonably slower beat than the rest, but in that moment, Jesse loved it. The race bunny that he was talking to got annoyed and walked away, but he didn't notice.
Mykie smiled, stepping up to his car and turning around, lifting herself onto the back of it. "How long you been hanging around Toretto and his crew?" He had been there at the garage, and now at the race with them.
It was an innocent enough question. "He took me in when I was sixteen, gave me shelter and a job. Been with him ever since."
Mykie nodded, smile growing crooked as it widened. "That's nice of him. Did he do that to all of you?" Quickly, she added, "Sorry if this is too personal! I'm just new to town, and it's always nice to see such a tight knit group."
"Nah, man. It's fine." Jesse smiled and joined her on the car, patting her knee. "But yeah, he took us all in. Except for Mia, of course. But he's been there for all of us, given us a second chance."
Mykie's smile was gentler this time around, glancing over when she caught the sounds of roaring engines getting closer. "He's one of those people that have a gravitational pull to them, isn't he?"
Jesse considered it for a moment. "Yeah, I guess he is." Starting to feel jittery, he pulled out his pack of cigarettes. "Want one?" He offered, sticking one between his teeth. Mykie shrugged and took it. Jesse lit his, and was about to hand her the lighter when she leaned in, lighting the end of her cigarette off of his.
Eyes a little wide, he sat back and inhaled a drag. Dom pulled up, along with the other racers. Brian was way behind, coming in slowly. Jesse slid off of the car and, surprising the shit out of her, grabbed Mykie and pulled her along. He clapped Dom on the back, smiling brightly. The much larger man glanced at the girl on the younger's arm, surprised to see that it was Mykie.
"Congrats on winning the races, Street King." She smiled, a slight mocking tone to her words. He rolled his eyes, but smiled lightly.
Brian pulled up behind the other racers, smoke coming out from under his hood. He was grinning as he got out of the car. As soon as Jesse saw the car, he let go of Mykie and ran over to it. She followed, standing at his side, looking curious as he lifted the hood.
"Did you have fun?" Jesse snapped, setting up the stand to hold the hood up. As soon as the hood opened, a lot more smoke poured out. Mykie wrinkled her nose at the smell that came from the engine.
"Jesus Christ," she commented, taking a step back.
Dom noticed the large grin on Brian's face. "What are you smiling about?"
"Dude," Brian pointed at Dom, "I almost had you." Everyone laughed around them.
"You almost had me?" Dom questioned, a large smirk on his face. "You never had me. You never had your car." Everyone 'oh'ed. "Granny shifting, not double-clutching like you should. You're lucky the hundred shot of NOS didn't blow the intake." Dom walked around the car, looking it over, before coming to a stop at the fin. "Almost had me? Now me and the mad scientist gotta rip apart the block and replace the piston rings you fried."
Jesse helped put the hood back down, wrapping his arm back around Mykie's waist. She leaned into it,arms crossed over her chest.
"Ask any racer, any real racer. It doesn't matter if you win by an inch, or a mile. Winning's winning." Everyone cheered in agreement, and the smile on Brian's face dimmed a little.
Breaking the moment, Leon called out, "Cops, cops, cops!"
Everyone scattered, running off to their cars. Jesse tried pulling Mykie with him, but she looked back at her brother. "I'm sorry, Jesse, but I gotta go with my brother. Make sure he makes it out." Without waiting for his reply, she leaned up and gave him a kiss on the cheek before running into the Skyline.
Instead of opening the door, she grabbed the roof of the car and slid in through the window. Brian took off, following after Dom.
When they found him running up an alley, Mykie quickly crawled into the backseat. They pulled up next to Dom, slowing down. "Get in!" Mykie called out, reaching around to pull her seatbelt around her. Dom jumped inside the car, glancing back at the cop.
They went around a corner, missing an approaching car by only inches. Ahead, two cops started driving towards them.
"Woah, woah!" Dom shouted, wondering just how crazy the blond next to him was. Though, that quickly changed to wondering about the other blonde, when she started cackling from the back.
Brian slid between the two cop cars easily, not even bumping into them. They went over the hill, the Skyline becoming airborne for a few seconds before hitting the ground. They'd managed to escape the cops, though, and that was good.
"You're the last person I'd expected to show up." Dom commented, glancing back at Mykie in the rearview.
"Yeah, well I thought if I got into your good graces, you'd let me keep my car." Brian replied, shifting gears.
Dom nodded, "You are in my good graces, but you ain't keeping your car. You drive like you've done this before. What are you, a wheel man?"
"Nah." Brian shook his head.
"You boost cars?" Dom questioned. Before Brian could answer, Mykie held her hand up in the back excitedly.
"I have! It was fun." Brian glanced back at his sister, trying to tell her to shut up with a single look. She paused, corner of her mouth pulling up into a smirk. "What? I had fun in England, bro." Easy enough cover up, and it wasn't a lie.
"Ever done time?"
Mykie made a face from the back and move the seatbelt, leaning between the two front seats. "What is this, twenty questions?" Brian removed a hand from the wheel, shoving her face back with his hand. "Rude ass."
"A couple of overnighters, no big deal." Brian replied, looking over at Dom. The man looked back at Mykie, wondering what her answer would be.
"Who do you think he shared a cell with?" She smirked, eyes lighting up in mischief.
"What about the two years in juvie for boosting cars?" Dom looked over at Brian, smirking slightly. Brian looked over, not surprised that they looked him up. Dom chuckled. "Yeah, I had Jesse run a profile on Brian Earl Spilner. You'll find anything on the web, anything. Anything about anybody."
Mykie cut in, resting her chin on Dom's shoulder as she leaned forward. He glanced down at her, getting nothing but a bunch of curly hair in the face. "Bet you couldn't find shit on me." She sang, smiling at him.
"No, we couldn't." Dom admitted. Mykie stuck her tongue out at him.
"That's 'cause my real name ain't Mykie. But don't think I'm going to tell you what it really is." She pointed a finger at him, leaning back in her seat.
Dom shook his head, chuckling lightly. "So why the bullshit?"
Brian glanced at him, not saying anything. There was silence in the car for a few seconds, before he asked, "What about you?"
Dom looked over at Brian before saying quietly, "Two years in Lompoc."
Mykie whistled lowly. "Damn, that's rough."
"I'll die before I go back." Dom looked out of the window, jaw clenched.
Brian looked at him before glancing at Mykie in the rearview mirror. She just shrugged.
Behind them, a group of bikers pulled up. Mykie turned around, frowning at them. "What the hell?"
"Ah, great." Dom groaned, sitting back in his seat. Just what this night needed.
Brian looked at him, brows furrowed. "What?"
"It's going to be a long ass night, that's what." He replied.
Mykie looked over, catching the sight of a gun strapped to the biker's waist. She frowned, suddenly wishing she had brought more than a knife with her to the races. Still, maybe she's have a decent chance, even if she did bring a knife to a gunfight.
The biker tapped onto the window with the gun, making her shy away from the glass. "Follow us!"
"I thought that shit only went down with Chinatown in the movies." Mykie mumbled, undoing her seatbelt. They pulled into a place that had a Chinese arch at the front, with T.K Food Market on it, in both Chinese and English.
They pulled to a stop, bikes surrounding them. Dom and Brian got out, Mykie following after her brother once she slipped the knife from her boot into her pocket. She was tense, counting how many guns they were outnumbered with. Too many, she concluded.
"I thought we had an agreement," Johnny Tran chuckled. "You stay away, I stay away? Everybody stays happy."
"We got lost. What do you want me to tell you?" Dom questioned.
"Who's we?" Tran asked. Dom nodded to the twins.
"Um- my new mechanics. Brian, Mykie, meet Johnny Tran. The guy in the snakeskin pants, that's his cousin Lance. Hey, when are you going to give me a shot at that Honda 2000 of your's?"
Mykie clenched her fists, shifting into a better stance in case this did break out into a fight. These people made her uneasy, and she'd sooner go back to London than stay in the same town as the creepy cousin, who kept looking at her.
"This your ride?" Tran stepped up to the Skyline, looking it over before looking at the twins.
"It was, it's his now." Brian nodded to Dom.
Dom quickly cut in. "No it's not, I haven't taken delivery." The twins shot him a confused look.
"Then it's nobody's car. Somebody put in a lot of time to it." Tran ran his hand over it, the plastic squeaking under it. "What do you think, Lance?"
Lance stepped forward, gun raised. "It's an amazing machine."
Tran smiled, "Yes indeed." He patted Dom's arm roughly, walking away. "Let's go. I'll see you in the desert next month, be ready to have your ass handed to you."
"You're going to need more than that crotch rocket." Dom threw back.
Tran smirked, "I got something for 'ya."
Lance stepped up to Mykie and she tensed, fists clenched so tight that her knuckles turned white. The gun was still in his hand, but she could see that the safety was on. His hand snapped up, grabbing her jaw roughly.
"Hey, what the fuck!" Brian went to step forward, but the rest of Tran's goons raised their guns at him.
With everyone else distracted by that, Mykie had slipped the knife out and clenched in her hand. She glared up at Lance, eyes so cold it could freeze over Hell. "You're a pretty thing, aren't 'ya? What're doing hanging around a bunch of slobs like these?"
The knife in her hands snapped open, the tip of the blade digging into the fabric of his jeans. It was difficult to talk with his hand so tight around her face. "Unless you want a surprise circumcision, get your hand off of my face." She warned, knife digging in just a centimeter further. It was enough to intimidate the man, though, and he let go of her face, stepping back.
"No need to get feisty, snowflake." He purred, and her lips curled back in disgust.
Tran looked at his cousin, barking out an order. "Lance, let's go." The man looked reluctant to leave, and the look he gave Mykie sent a gross shiver down her spine. Everyone got back onto their bikes and left.
"You alright?" Brian asked as soon as they were gone, stepping up to her. Unlike Lance, he grabbed her face gently, tilting it up and to the side so he could see it better in the limited light they had. Her jaw was a little red, but wouldn't start bruising until later.
She smiled at him, hand wrapped around his wrist to pull it away. "I'm good, Bri. He's not the nastiest guy I've dealt with and you know it."
Brian put a hand on her back, looking at Dom with barely concealed anger. "What the hell was that?"
He opened the door, glancing at the other blonde. She stood up straight and walked over to her side of the car. "Long story, I'll tell you later. Let's get out of here." He pulled the seat up for Mykie to get in.
Just as she was halfway into the car, Lance and Tran quickly returned. They started shooting, and Dom grabbed her around the waist and all but yanked her from the car. The back of her head hit the top of the car on the way out, causing her to grind her teeth as a sharp pain traveled around the crown of her head.
It caught fire, and the two left just as quick as they had come. Mykie shoved her way out of Dom's arms, smelling something familiar the same moment he did. "NOS!" Dom shouted, grabbing Mykie and covering her. Blue flames exploded from the car, sending it a few feet into the air.
"I fucking hate tonight." She said, staring at the ruined car with wide eyes. "I regret coming back to California so much." Despite the fact that the car was Brian's absolute favorite car, it was a cool little explosion.
Brian walked up to her and held a hand out, which she took gratefully. He hauled her to her feet, checking her over for any injuries. There was no bleeding and no obvious wounds on her. "Good? Again?"
She nodded, rubbing the back of her head. It was a little tender from getting bumped against the car, but it wasn't anything serious. "Yeah. You?" He nodded, so she turned to Dom. "You good?"
Surprised to even be included in her worry, he nodded. "Yeah, thanks."
"What the actual fuck, Dom?" Brian snapped, staring at the car in sadness.
They started walking out of the parking lot, leaving it behind. "It's a long story."
Mykie put her hands on top of her hand, finding it a lot easier to breathe that way, walking between the two men. "Well, we got time. We do have a couple miles to walk, now."
Brian grumbled, "More like a twenty mile hike. Humor us."
"Wow. That was dumb." Mykie commented, voice light. She yawned, starting to feel drained after the day she had.
"Yeah, I know." Dom chuckled.
They walked a few miles before getting back into the city. Mykie got them a cab, after the first few failed attempts that the boys made.
They climbed in, Brian first and Mykie in the middle. She leaned on Brian, feeling her eyes get heavy. The boys started talking quietly on the ride back to the Toretto house, not that Mykie minded. She fell asleep, going limp against Brian. He chuckled and wrapped an arm around her, continuing his conversation with Dom.
"You're really close to her, aren't you?" He questioned. Brian smiled and looked down at his sister.
"Yeah, we are." The cop chuckled, glancing out of the window. "It wasn't always like this, believe it or not. There was a time when she actually hated my guts. Those were the early teenage years." He shivered, causing Dom to chuckle lightly.
"I remember going through that with Mia." He commented, looking down at the smaller blonde. She definitely looked a lot calmer while unconscious.
"It sucked." Brian grinned, smoothing his hand down her hair. She sighed, any tension in her body leaving.
Dom nodded, chuckling. "Oh, it sure as hell did."
Dunno if it's still necessary to put this in fanfictions these days, but this is a small disclaimer to say that I don't own the Fast and Furious franchise and this is purely for creative purposes. The only thing I do own are my characters.
I saw Fate of the Furious the other day and it really kickstarted my love for the movies and fic up again, so I started working on the rewrite of We Are Young. I'm glad to finally be redoing this fic.
Also. Guys. Why the hell did nobody tell about the awful spelling errors in the original? It was so bad.
Tell me what you think!