A/N Maybe this has been done already, but I just had to write this story. I've got a lot of ideas of what to do with it for each character, so bear with me. I hope you like it. This is my first Fast and Furious story, so go easy on me. This is set a little while after Fast 8.
Disclaimer: I do not own any characters of Fast and Furious (except I made up Emily O'Connor since she wasn't born yet on the films).
Brian & Mia
"I can't believe this is your idea of a date night," Mia said, gripping the handle above the door as Brian squealed around a corner and shut out the other racer. He turned and flashed her a huge grin.
"You said it could be anything I wanted," he pointed out. He punched it at the straightaway, forcing Mia into the back of her seat.
"Well, to be honest, I didn't expect this," she said. They were going way faster than she'd ever gone. She wondered how Brian could even see what the hell he was doing.
"Tell you what," Brian said. "After this, we can do whatever you want."
"Careful what you promise," Mia warned, smiling. She had something in mind all right. Brian put his focus back on the road. He was in the lead, and the finish line was right there. He sped across it, whooping in victory.
"See? I'm the winner," Brian said to her as she shook her head at him. "Without your brother, I'm the winner. Me. Not him. Me!"
"Okay, okay, I get it," she laughed. "Can we go now?"
"In a minute," Brian said, getting out. Hector approached him, slapping him on the back.
"Congrats man!" he said, handing over the wad of cash. "Enjoy the rest of your night."
"Oh, I will," Brian replied, tucking the cash away. "Until next time!" He got back into the car, and they drove away at a much more reasonable speed. Mia was checking her phone.
"Relax," Brian said. "Dom and Letty are great with Jack and Emily, especially now they have their own kid."
"I know," Mia said, still on her phone.
"Then what are you doing?" he asked.
"Looking for what we're going to do next."
"Don't you mean where we're going to go next?" Brian casually asked. He had an idea of what she wanted to do, and he couldn't wait. It had been far too long. Mia smirked to herself.
"Yea. Sure," she replied. She gave him directions, and he drove them there almost hastily.
"Wait...what?" he said, confused. They were parked in front of a bookstore/gypsy shop. "Are you serious?"
"You know I love books," she said, grinning. "And you said it could be anything I wanted. I'll see you in a little while." She hopped out and blew him a kiss. Brian groaned to himself. He had not seen this coming. He reluctantly climbed out and followed her, hands stuffed in his pockets. Once inside, he looked around. It was everything he couldn't stand about these kind of places. A bunch of mumbo jumbo crap about predicting the future or reading your past. He snorted in laughter while reading a description of how the lines on your hand told you how you would die.
"In a car, racing," he muttered to himself. "Even I know that." Racing was his third love, Mia being his first and his children second. Tonight was the first time in almost a year that he got to race. He couldn't wait for Jack to get older so they could race together.
"Are you lost?" a woman asked, approaching him. He turned to face her. She was wearing the typical gypsy getup with all the dangling, jangling bracelets.
"Far from it," he replied. He made to continue when her next words made him freeze.
"Your father misses you," she said simply. He whirled around to confront her, stunned, but she was gone. He stood there blinking and shocked when Mia touched his arm.
"Ah!" he yelped, jumping.
"I'm sorry," she laughed. "Did I scare you?"
"A little," he admitted. "Are you almost done? This place is creeping me out."
"Then go to the car," she suggested. "I'm just getting started." He noticed she had five books in her arms already. He picked one up to look at the title.
"'How to Live With a Street Racer?'" he said. "Seriously? They have books for this?"
"I know right?!" Mia responded excitedly. Then she was gone. He gave a small chuckle, shaking his head. God, he loved her. Then he remembered what that woman had said. He went in search of her.
"Couldn't resist, huh?" the woman asked once he had located her at the back of the store.
"What did you mean, my father misses me? How do you know him? Who are you?" he demanded.
"Why would you believe anything I say?" she asked. "You don't believe in my mumbo jumbo."
"Wait..." Brian paused. He hadn't said that out loud, had he? She winked at him, returning to her cards.
"He's out there. He's waiting for you," she said finally after he kept staring at her.
"I don't even know who he is," Brian muttered. "And I don't care. I think you're just messing with me." He turned to go.
"He loves you," she called after him.
"Don't care!" he shouted back, exiting the building. He walked to his car, kicking the gravel. Crazy old bat. What did she know? He got into the car and sat there gripping the steering wheel. None of this made any sense. He recalled having a conversation with Dom about his dad and how he didn't remember shit about him. It was true. He didn't. Or his mother. That part of his life was a blur. Everything else was sharp. The system. The families. The bullies. The disappointments when nobody officially wanted him. He left that all behind him when he charged into the police business and never looked back.
"Got bored, huh?" Mia asked, getting in beside him. "Now you know how I feel."
"You were so not bored," Brian argued, smiling. "I saw you grinning."
"Think what you want," Mia replied. It was true though. She did enjoy herself earlier.
"Ready to go home?" he asked.
"Not just yet," she answered, giving him that knowing smile.
"Now that's what I'm talking about," Brian said, grinning again.
Dom & Letty
Dominic was overwhelmed with love for these kids right now. He was watching Letty interacting with all three of them, and he loved her for it even more. He had to admit she took the news of little Brian very well, but he still wanted to make it up to her somehow.
"Uncle, look," Jack said, coming over and showing him the Lego race car he had built.
"Ahh," Dom said, taking it from him and examining it appreciatively. "Just like mine. You have good taste." Jack smiled proudly. He knew his Uncle and his Dad had a competition about which car was better, so he always knew who's side to be on when he was around either of them. At almost five, he understood things more than his parents realized.
"Me, me, me," Emily chanted, toddling over with her Lego car. It was all pink and really just a few blocks with wheels under it. At almost three, she was still learning the concept of building.
"Very good," Dom said, examining it also. Emily flashed him her brightest smile. It melted his heart. He couldn't believe they were all parents now. He looked over at Brian, who was cuddled on his blanket on the floor watching them. He wasn't quite one and a half yet. Dom was hoping he'd never get any older. He looked up to see Letty watching them, smiling.
"I thirsty," Emily said suddenly.
"I'll get you something," Letty said, getting up. Brian started to whimper when she left. He had a very close attachment with her, Dom noticed.
"She'll be right back," Dom said, scooping his son up. Brian craned his neck around trying to find her.
"Here, sweetie," Letty said, handing a sippy cup of juice to Emily, who sat down and immediately started chugging it.
"Mumma," Brian called, reaching for her. Letty took him from Dom gently.
"He really does love you," Dom said.
"Well I should hope so," Letty said. She bounced him on her hip, making him squeal with delight.
"Uncle," Jack said. "Can you help me build a garage?"
"Absolutely!" Dom exclaimed. "I love this kid," he whispered to Letty before sitting down next to Jack. Letty laughed and sat on the couch with Brian. Emily climbed up next to her and rested her head on her lap so she could watch Jack and Dom work. Letty felt happy. She was surprised at how much normal domestic life pleased her. She just hoped nothing would ever disrupt it.
Deckard
Deckard Shaw was feeling guilty. That surprised even him. He had been keeping a secret from his new "family" that was eating away at him to no end. He couldn't even hardly sit there listening to his Mum prattle on about some damn program she was pissed at this week. Owen was just as bored looking at the other end of the table. He gave Deckard a knowing glance.
"Mum, we get it. You hate the show. Then stop watching it!" Deckard finally snapped. His Mum put down her cup of tea a little harder than usual.
"Well, I'm sorry that I'm boring you to tears," she said. "I sit here alone for weeks on end waiting to see you both, and you can't even tolerate me for an hour?"
"Oh geez, Mum," Deckard muttered under his breath.
"I think what Deckard is trying to say is that he misses you too," Owen cut in. "We both do. It's not easy being in this business."
"You're headhunters!" their mother exploded. "That's like being a kitten in a world of panthers! How hard can it be?!"
"You're right," Deckard said. "We're wimps. Look..." His phone rang, cutting him off. She narrowed her eyes at him, daring him to answer. The deal was no phones on their dinner nights, but he noticed it was from work.
"I really have to take this," Deckard said. "You can regale me with tales of woe when I return." He stood up and left, answering his phone.
"Shaw Brothers," he said.
"Hey, Deck," Bruce said in his ear. Their boss was fairly easygoing, but he also had a huge temper on him at times.
"What's up?"
"Got a new case for you. Japanese mob boss is looking for a man who gypped them a few years back."
"Okay," Deckard said. He felt hot and cold all over. It couldn't be him. No way. Not possible.
"I'll email you the details. Good luck on this one. I hear the guy is very crafty," Bruce said cheerfully. They hung up, but Deckard stayed standing on the porch thinking. This wasn't good.
"Hey, bro?" Owen said behind him. "Mum is getting furious."
"I'm coming," Deckard sighed. He had to get through this night first. Then he'd deal with this new case.
The Next Day-Hobbs
"Well, well, look what the cat dragged in," Hobbs said as Deckard approached him. He was at the gym doing weight lifting.
"You got a minute?" Deckard asked. "Or should I wait until your pecks explode first?"
"Very funny," Hobbs grunted.
"Seriously, man," Deckard said. "They look like they're very under pressure." Hobbs dropped the weights and sat up, scowling at him.
"You're costing me fitness time. What do you want?" he snapped.
"Look. I need to tell you something," Deckard said.
"About what? That you're a damn lying sneak? We all know that," Hobbs commented. He picked up another smaller weight and began lifting it to his chin and down with one arm.
"If you already know then we don't need to discuss it," Deckard said simply. "It's about Tokyo." Hobbs stopped lifting the weight, looking at him curiously.
"What about Tokyo?"
"Mob boss put a hit out for a man who stole from him years ago. My job is to bring him in for punishment under Japanese law."
"That's what you think," Hobbs said. "Why are you telling me this?"
"Because I think I know who it is, and if it is, then I'm in shit," Deckard explained.
"How much shit?" Hobbs asked.
"Look, you can joke about how much you'd love to see me in shit later," Deckard said. "This is serious."
"All right, all right," Hobbs said. "Don't get your panties in a twist. Tell me."
"I think it's Han," Deckard said.
"Han is dead," Hobbs replied immediately.
"No, he's not," Deckard insisted. "He called me when it all went south and we arranged for a car crash to happen to make it look like he died to save him from the mob. I drove him to the airport myself."
"And how the hell did he know to call you?" Hobbs demanded.
"Giselle," Deckard said. "We ran into each other once years ago. She saved my life. I said I owed her one. He said she told him to call me if he was ever in trouble. I cleared my debt."
"Oh my God!" Hobbs exclaimed. "You can't be serious?"
"Oh, but I am. You gonna help me or not?"
"With what?"
"Protecting Han! He's out there somewhere, and I have to look for him now."
"Can't you say conflict of interest?"
"Then they'd know what I did. Look, this is complicated. I can see why you're confused," Deckard said, walking away.
"I'm out of the game, Deckard," Hobbs said. "You'll need another team for this one."
"Yea, but they still kind of hate me for killing him in the first place," Deckard winced.
"They'll be even more thrilled when you explain that you really saved his life," Hobbs pointed out. "I'll come with you."
"You sure? I wouldn't want to take you away from your babies," Deckard gestured to the weights.
"They understand," Hobbs replied. "Let's go."
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