Summary: The LAPD has been trying to nap the truck hijackers for months now, but none of their cops have had any luck ... because, to quote Catherine Zeta-Jones, "They were all men." What if Brian O'Connor's character had been a woman? An AU spin-off of the original movie. Eventual romance between Dom and an OC. Complications ensue. I've just dropped into this story, and haven't spent much time on setting up the characters or the scene, because I assume that you already have seen the movie, and know.
Chapter One
Dominic wrapped his knuckles over the wheel of his car, revved the engine, stepped on the gas, and was off like a bat out of hell. He cast a glance, left and right of him, and didn't see a damn soul, which was what he wanted. He grinned; he hadn't expected to see anyone, either. He worked the car through the streets, and came over the line without even being contested. There was a round of cheers and applause as he slammed on the breaks and hopped out. He slapped skin with a couple of buddies, before he came face to face with a woman a couple of inches shorter than him with dark brown hair and intense, serious eyes. His first thought was that she was another chick trying to get laid, but he had to reverse his assumption almost immediately.
"You racin' again tonight?" she asked, in a voice that was a harsh southern accent.
"Maybe," he said, crossing his arms and looking her up and down. "Why?"
"Because I wanna run you."
He snorted in amazement, and then said,
"You wanna run me?"
"Yeah," she said, unfazed.
"Can I ask why?"
"Because I think I can beat you." At this, he laughed.
"You're on, honey!" There was a chorus of whoops from the bystanders who had been watching the scene.
"All right!" she grinned challengingly and jumped into her car. They lined up on the start, started their engines, and burned rubber. Cars parallel, they shot down the street. Dom looked over to his right, there she was, with hell written all over her face and determination obvious all over her body. She seemed to sense his glance and looked over to him. She threw him a grin, and let her Nos take over. She shot ahead. Dom did the same, and in a second he was ahead of her. He laughed, and gave it a little more. He was over the line, but as he looked behind, he realized that she was only perhaps two car's lengths behind him. Damn, she was good. But, hell, it didn't matter how close you were, winning is winning.
They braked their cars and jumped out. She was grinning.
"Damn," she said.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Dude, I almost had you!"
"You almost had me? You never had me," he said, mockingly. "You never had your car! Granny-shiftin', not double-clutchin' like you should. Your lucky you didn't blow the intake valves. You almost had me?intoal racer: it don't matter if you win by an inch or a mile -- winning is winning." The crowd yelled.
She opened her mouth as if to respond, but she was cut off -
"OH SHIT WE GOT COPS! COPS! COPS! COPS! GO!" It was Leon, sounding the alarm. The crowd dispersed almost instantly. Within seconds, the street was deserted and engines could be heard growling in all different directions, fading fast. The girl leapt into her car and took off, and Dom turned towards his. He shot off down the road, hit a safe spot, parked, and jumped out. He started walking, looking relaxed, at ease, as a cop car sped by him. He tail-spun, though, and turned back, calling through the speaker, "Toretto - stop right there! TORETTO!"
He turned and ran, feet pounding a fast rhythm on the concrete. He turned and tore down an alley, jacket flying out behind him. He heard a car on his heels, but didn't chance looking back, figuring it was a cop. The car came to a screeching halt beside him, and he heard her voice say,
"Get in!" He jerked open the door and leapt in. She was off before he had both feet in, flooring it down the alley. She raced through the streets at reckless speeds. As they came round a corner, they were coming directly at two cop cars who turned themselves broad-ways across the road.
"Whoa, whoa --" said Dom, when she didn't let off the accelerator. "Whoa -"
She disregarded him and shot between the gap of the two cop cars. He stared at her. Dom was always nervous when he wasn't doing the driving.
When she was sure they'd lost them, she slowed the car to a reasonable speed and got back on the main road.
"You're the last person in the world I expected to show up," said Dom, after a minute. She laughed.
"I figured I'd get in your good graces."
"You are in my good graces. You drive like you've done this before."
"I guess you could say that."
"Alright, so what's your name?"
"What, you gonna have one of your guys run a profile? I don't think so." He laughed.
"You check up."
"I like to know who I'm dealing with."
"So do I. Gimme your name."
She raised her eyebrows, sizing up the situation. After a minute, she said,
"Ellie." He wasn't going to be satisfied with that, she could tell. He raised his eyebrows in a traditional "don't-bull-shit-with-me" face.
"You just need something to call me by," she said.
"Well, look, Ellie, I ain't never let anyone take the upper hand on me. Give me your damn name." The note of ferocity hidden under his voice reminded her that he was a dangerous guy. Again, she sized up the situation. Deciding to play it on the safe side, she said at length,
"Arsemanian."
"Arsemanian? Italian?"
"No, Armenian."
He was about to say something, then turned to looked at the revving engines behind them.
"Oh, great --" he said, suddenly.
"What?"
"It's gonna be a long-ass night, that's what," he said, as a group of motorcyclists surrounded them. One of them tapped on the window with a gun.
"Follow us," he said. Ellie looked at Dom, who nodded. She turned off after them, and parked in front of a bar.
"Yo, Dom, since when you let the women drive?" asked one of the guys, as he walked up towards us with arms outstretched.
"Shut up, Lance," said another fellow who was obviously a leader. Then he turned to Dom.
"I thought we had an agreement. You stay away, I stay away … everybody stays happy."
"We got lost, Johnny, what do you want me to tell ya?"
"Who's 'we'?"
"Uh, my new girlfriend." Ellie looked at him quickly. "Ellie, meet Johnny Tran. The guy in the snakeskin pants, that's his cousin Lance. So when are you gonna give me a shot at that Honda 2000 of yours?" said Dom.
Johnny ignored him and watched the rest of his guys encircle us.
"Come on Johnny, what you trying to pull?"
Johnny held up his hands.
"Nothing, bro, nothing -"
One of the guys stepped up behind Ellie, and said,
"Hey, Johnny, not bad goods. What d'ya say we let him off the hook on a trade?" He run his hands across her stomach. She spun on him gripped him by the forearm.
"Unless you wanna be sterile for the rest of your life, I suggest backing off," she said. "I wear heels for a reason."
"Whoa-ho-hoahh!" said the guy and draped his loose arm down her hip. "Feisty…" Her heel shot up just as Dom's fist came down on the base of his neck. He was forced downwards before he even had time to double up. Dom's eyes met Ellie's as the man disappeared from between them. They both stepped back, and Johnny laughed.
"Alright, alright. Someone get him up. Let's go guys," he said. Then he turned to Dom.
"I'll see you in the desert!" They revved their bikes and took off.
"What the hell was that all about?" she asked.
"Long story. Let's get outta here." Before they'd taken two steps towards the car, however, Johnny was back, and he blasted the car with his gun.
"Shit," said Ellie, as they drove off.
"NOS!" yelled Dom, and grabbed Ellie by the forearm and threw her in front of him, as the whole car exploded behind them. The force flung them several yards forward. Dom landed almost directly on her, and they skidded several feet on the asphalt. He rolled off of her and knelt beside her.
"You okay?" he asked. She was already sitting up.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. He stood up and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. They were both sooty and dirty, and had scrapes on their arms.
"So what the hell was that?" she asked again.
"Long story."
"We got a twenty-mile hike. Enlighten me," she said.
* * *
The cab drove up outside of Dom's, and he pulled open the door and hopped out.
"Yo, Ellie, you wanna come in for a beer?"
"Sure," she said, with a smile.
He tossed a couple of bills at the driver and with mock politeness gestured her flamboyantly towards the door. He watched her back as she walked up the steps, unable to keep his eyes off her tight butt and defined shoulders. He wondered idly how long her hair was and wondered if he'd be able to find out tonight.
She did spend the night, but it wasn't in his bed, something Dom was pretty unhappy about. She had borrowed a blanket and slept on Mia's floor. The evening had followed a trend: they'd drink a beer together, and he'd start to slide his hand over her shoulder, and she'd get up and talk to someone else, so he'd call her over for another beer. And that's the way it went all night. Dom wasn't at all happy. The next morning, as she was taking a shower, he confronted Mia about it over breakfast.
"So what's the deal with Ellie?"
"What are you, hot for her?" said Mia, with a grin.
"Shut up, Mia."
"Ahhh, Dom, you're way out of your league."
"What makes you say that? You didn't have to say that."
"Because. She's a crazy chick. She ain't gettin' in bed with you until you put a ring on her finger. One of those types."
"Ahh…"
At that moment, Ellie walked in, fully-dressed, wet hair hanging down her back. It was long, Dom noticed. He frowned, looking at her. She noticed his stare.
"Morning. Don't you look happy."
"He's not a morning person," said Mia. "Want some toast?"
"Sure."
Well, so, there's Chapter One. Hope you enjoyed it. More to come soon as I have already completed the story. I'll post if I get positive reviews. There's so many Dom/OC romances floating around, I thought I'd add mine to the bunch, although I hope there is more to this than the typical romance. Surprises to come!
I hope the formatting isn't screwed up on this. I'll check, and if it is, try to fix it in the next chapter. Let me know what you think, everyone who reviews gets a peice of chocolate and a kiss on the nose!
Chapter One
Dominic wrapped his knuckles over the wheel of his car, revved the engine, stepped on the gas, and was off like a bat out of hell. He cast a glance, left and right of him, and didn't see a damn soul, which was what he wanted. He grinned; he hadn't expected to see anyone, either. He worked the car through the streets, and came over the line without even being contested. There was a round of cheers and applause as he slammed on the breaks and hopped out. He slapped skin with a couple of buddies, before he came face to face with a woman a couple of inches shorter than him with dark brown hair and intense, serious eyes. His first thought was that she was another chick trying to get laid, but he had to reverse his assumption almost immediately.
"You racin' again tonight?" she asked, in a voice that was a harsh southern accent.
"Maybe," he said, crossing his arms and looking her up and down. "Why?"
"Because I wanna run you."
He snorted in amazement, and then said,
"You wanna run me?"
"Yeah," she said, unfazed.
"Can I ask why?"
"Because I think I can beat you." At this, he laughed.
"You're on, honey!" There was a chorus of whoops from the bystanders who had been watching the scene.
"All right!" she grinned challengingly and jumped into her car. They lined up on the start, started their engines, and burned rubber. Cars parallel, they shot down the street. Dom looked over to his right, there she was, with hell written all over her face and determination obvious all over her body. She seemed to sense his glance and looked over to him. She threw him a grin, and let her Nos take over. She shot ahead. Dom did the same, and in a second he was ahead of her. He laughed, and gave it a little more. He was over the line, but as he looked behind, he realized that she was only perhaps two car's lengths behind him. Damn, she was good. But, hell, it didn't matter how close you were, winning is winning.
They braked their cars and jumped out. She was grinning.
"Damn," she said.
"What are you smiling at?"
"Dude, I almost had you!"
"You almost had me? You never had me," he said, mockingly. "You never had your car! Granny-shiftin', not double-clutchin' like you should. Your lucky you didn't blow the intake valves. You almost had me?intoal racer: it don't matter if you win by an inch or a mile -- winning is winning." The crowd yelled.
She opened her mouth as if to respond, but she was cut off -
"OH SHIT WE GOT COPS! COPS! COPS! COPS! GO!" It was Leon, sounding the alarm. The crowd dispersed almost instantly. Within seconds, the street was deserted and engines could be heard growling in all different directions, fading fast. The girl leapt into her car and took off, and Dom turned towards his. He shot off down the road, hit a safe spot, parked, and jumped out. He started walking, looking relaxed, at ease, as a cop car sped by him. He tail-spun, though, and turned back, calling through the speaker, "Toretto - stop right there! TORETTO!"
He turned and ran, feet pounding a fast rhythm on the concrete. He turned and tore down an alley, jacket flying out behind him. He heard a car on his heels, but didn't chance looking back, figuring it was a cop. The car came to a screeching halt beside him, and he heard her voice say,
"Get in!" He jerked open the door and leapt in. She was off before he had both feet in, flooring it down the alley. She raced through the streets at reckless speeds. As they came round a corner, they were coming directly at two cop cars who turned themselves broad-ways across the road.
"Whoa, whoa --" said Dom, when she didn't let off the accelerator. "Whoa -"
She disregarded him and shot between the gap of the two cop cars. He stared at her. Dom was always nervous when he wasn't doing the driving.
When she was sure they'd lost them, she slowed the car to a reasonable speed and got back on the main road.
"You're the last person in the world I expected to show up," said Dom, after a minute. She laughed.
"I figured I'd get in your good graces."
"You are in my good graces. You drive like you've done this before."
"I guess you could say that."
"Alright, so what's your name?"
"What, you gonna have one of your guys run a profile? I don't think so." He laughed.
"You check up."
"I like to know who I'm dealing with."
"So do I. Gimme your name."
She raised her eyebrows, sizing up the situation. After a minute, she said,
"Ellie." He wasn't going to be satisfied with that, she could tell. He raised his eyebrows in a traditional "don't-bull-shit-with-me" face.
"You just need something to call me by," she said.
"Well, look, Ellie, I ain't never let anyone take the upper hand on me. Give me your damn name." The note of ferocity hidden under his voice reminded her that he was a dangerous guy. Again, she sized up the situation. Deciding to play it on the safe side, she said at length,
"Arsemanian."
"Arsemanian? Italian?"
"No, Armenian."
He was about to say something, then turned to looked at the revving engines behind them.
"Oh, great --" he said, suddenly.
"What?"
"It's gonna be a long-ass night, that's what," he said, as a group of motorcyclists surrounded them. One of them tapped on the window with a gun.
"Follow us," he said. Ellie looked at Dom, who nodded. She turned off after them, and parked in front of a bar.
"Yo, Dom, since when you let the women drive?" asked one of the guys, as he walked up towards us with arms outstretched.
"Shut up, Lance," said another fellow who was obviously a leader. Then he turned to Dom.
"I thought we had an agreement. You stay away, I stay away … everybody stays happy."
"We got lost, Johnny, what do you want me to tell ya?"
"Who's 'we'?"
"Uh, my new girlfriend." Ellie looked at him quickly. "Ellie, meet Johnny Tran. The guy in the snakeskin pants, that's his cousin Lance. So when are you gonna give me a shot at that Honda 2000 of yours?" said Dom.
Johnny ignored him and watched the rest of his guys encircle us.
"Come on Johnny, what you trying to pull?"
Johnny held up his hands.
"Nothing, bro, nothing -"
One of the guys stepped up behind Ellie, and said,
"Hey, Johnny, not bad goods. What d'ya say we let him off the hook on a trade?" He run his hands across her stomach. She spun on him gripped him by the forearm.
"Unless you wanna be sterile for the rest of your life, I suggest backing off," she said. "I wear heels for a reason."
"Whoa-ho-hoahh!" said the guy and draped his loose arm down her hip. "Feisty…" Her heel shot up just as Dom's fist came down on the base of his neck. He was forced downwards before he even had time to double up. Dom's eyes met Ellie's as the man disappeared from between them. They both stepped back, and Johnny laughed.
"Alright, alright. Someone get him up. Let's go guys," he said. Then he turned to Dom.
"I'll see you in the desert!" They revved their bikes and took off.
"What the hell was that all about?" she asked.
"Long story. Let's get outta here." Before they'd taken two steps towards the car, however, Johnny was back, and he blasted the car with his gun.
"Shit," said Ellie, as they drove off.
"NOS!" yelled Dom, and grabbed Ellie by the forearm and threw her in front of him, as the whole car exploded behind them. The force flung them several yards forward. Dom landed almost directly on her, and they skidded several feet on the asphalt. He rolled off of her and knelt beside her.
"You okay?" he asked. She was already sitting up.
"Yeah, I'm fine," she said. He stood up and she allowed him to pull her to her feet. They were both sooty and dirty, and had scrapes on their arms.
"So what the hell was that?" she asked again.
"Long story."
"We got a twenty-mile hike. Enlighten me," she said.
* * *
The cab drove up outside of Dom's, and he pulled open the door and hopped out.
"Yo, Ellie, you wanna come in for a beer?"
"Sure," she said, with a smile.
He tossed a couple of bills at the driver and with mock politeness gestured her flamboyantly towards the door. He watched her back as she walked up the steps, unable to keep his eyes off her tight butt and defined shoulders. He wondered idly how long her hair was and wondered if he'd be able to find out tonight.
She did spend the night, but it wasn't in his bed, something Dom was pretty unhappy about. She had borrowed a blanket and slept on Mia's floor. The evening had followed a trend: they'd drink a beer together, and he'd start to slide his hand over her shoulder, and she'd get up and talk to someone else, so he'd call her over for another beer. And that's the way it went all night. Dom wasn't at all happy. The next morning, as she was taking a shower, he confronted Mia about it over breakfast.
"So what's the deal with Ellie?"
"What are you, hot for her?" said Mia, with a grin.
"Shut up, Mia."
"Ahhh, Dom, you're way out of your league."
"What makes you say that? You didn't have to say that."
"Because. She's a crazy chick. She ain't gettin' in bed with you until you put a ring on her finger. One of those types."
"Ahh…"
At that moment, Ellie walked in, fully-dressed, wet hair hanging down her back. It was long, Dom noticed. He frowned, looking at her. She noticed his stare.
"Morning. Don't you look happy."
"He's not a morning person," said Mia. "Want some toast?"
"Sure."
Well, so, there's Chapter One. Hope you enjoyed it. More to come soon as I have already completed the story. I'll post if I get positive reviews. There's so many Dom/OC romances floating around, I thought I'd add mine to the bunch, although I hope there is more to this than the typical romance. Surprises to come!
I hope the formatting isn't screwed up on this. I'll check, and if it is, try to fix it in the next chapter. Let me know what you think, everyone who reviews gets a peice of chocolate and a kiss on the nose!