Author: lord_spyridon
Title: A Racer's Anthology
Status: WIP
Pairing(s): Brian/Mia, Dom/Letty, Han/Giselle,
Additional Categories: Future Fic
Genre: Adventure, Angst, Drama, Romance,
Season/Episode/Book: 18 years after Fast and Furious 6
Rating: Teen
Warnings: N/A
Spoilers: All movies
Summary: Jack visits his Uncle Dom to find him going through old boxes in the attic. After finding something about his dad he had never known, Jack decides to find more about Brian O'Conner and the family he loves.
Series/Sequels: N/A
Author's Note: A new6 series of short one-shots. My hope is to add a 1,000 word chapter per day from Sept 12 to Nov 30th. Each chapter will center around Brian O'Conner and how the other characters think about him. Here's to fingers crossed.

A Racer's Anthology

Jack O'Conner entered the old house where his Uncle Dom and Aunt Letty lived. Despite its old age, the house was still loving cared for by the Toretto family. The paint was still as crisp and white, the shutters oiled and silent. The porch was swept cleaned with the garden out in front trimmed and neat. The pictures on the wall along the staircase that angled up to the second floor just inside the front door was filled with pictures of his large family bonded by not only blood but by love and friendship.

"Uncle Dom!" He called out, placing his skateboard against the closet, looking through to the back. He knew his Aunt Letty wasn't there, her Road Runner wasn't out in the street or in the driveway. The door out to the backyard was closed. Jack ran up the stairs, stopping at the landing. He called out again. "UNCLE DOM!"

"Up here!" His uncle's response was muffled.

Curious, Jack walked down the hallway toward the master bedroom of the house. Just in front of what had been his mom's room when she had lived here years ago and was now his cousin's bedroom, Jack saw that the trapdoor leading to the attic was resting on the floor of the hallway. A dim light shone through, a shadow moving around. Jack gripped the rungs of the ladder and quickly climbed. As his head cleared the hole in the floor of the attic, he sneezed loudly.

Dom's deep chuckles greeted him as he peered up through the dim light, seeing his uncle kneeling by a wall of boxes. "What are you doing up here, Uncle Dom?"

"Just clearing out the junk. Your cousin wants to turn this into a room or study. I wonder how anyone would want to sleep up here." He ran a hand across his head, leaving streaks of grime along his clean shaven head.

"Well, Dad would say it would be an attempt to get away from the craziness in your house." Jack grinned as he climbed out into the attic.

"Really, you dad is suggesting that my house is crazy. Your father is the one that's crazy."

"Mom and Aunt Letty would say that you and dad were tied for that prize." Jack walked up to where his uncle was, eyeing the boxes that were the reason why his uncle was covered in years of dust and grime. "What do you have in those?" He reached in and opened the closest box,

The sight that greeted him was the deep blue fabric of a police uniform, a dull golden badge glinting in the light of the single light bulb overhead. A frame was packed off to one side. Jack gripped it and pulled it out. The formal lettering announced that one Brian O'Conner had successfully completed police training at the LAPD academy.

"My dad was a cop?" He asked incredulously, tilting the frame so his uncle could see it.

Uncle Dom looked up from a box of trophies he had unopened, the dirt and grime on there a lot thicker than the box Jack had just opened. "Oh, I didn't know that was there. Brian thought he had lost it when he and your mom moved out 10 years ago." He took it from Jack, wiping a thumb against the glass front. "I'm sure he would like it back just for old time's sake."

"My dad was a cop? I thought all of you were former criminals? At least, that's what I get why Uncle Hobbs likes to dig into you and dad."

Uncle Dom rubbed his head again, placing the frame back in the box. "Oh, man. Your mom was right. We would eventually have to tell you about how we meet your dad."

"Was my dad a cop when you meet him? How did you guys even meet if you were criminals and dad was a cop?" Jack stopped as a random thought hit him. "Please don't tell me that my dad and mom had a lame romance story going on."

Dom motioned for Jack to sit down on another box. "It's a long story, Jack. I'm not sure about what you mean about 'a lame romance story' but I guess looking back on it, your dad and mom did have a bit of a tragic romance when they first met back before you were born."

"My dad left the force for mom then."

"It's a lot more complicated than that." Dom thought back over the history he had with Brian O'Conner, his wife's husband and the father of his oldest nephew.

"Well, Dad's out with Mom. We've got time. Plus, I want to find out more about my dad. I can't my dad had been a cop a long time ago."

Dom eyed Jack. He was the oldest of the crew's children. After leaving the life of a criminal for good when Letty had fallen pregnant three years after Jack's birth, all of them had promised that their children would never find out the details of their past life so they wouldn't be tempted the empty promises or thirst for adrenaline. "I just want to highlight that we were younger, that we believed that were untouchables. In your father's case, he believed in black and white. Of course, reality is much more than that and each choice has its consequences. Looking it back on it now, we've wondered, how we ever survived it with as many people as we did. When we first met him, we never believed he was a cop. I should remind you that your father is a good man. He would give his life to protect this family and would do anything in his power to make for any mistake he was perceives he did wrong. Any man I allowed your mother to marry would have to be."

Dom sat down, resting his elbows on his knees, gazing out of the window overlooking the street. "Back then, Jack, I was the king of the underground racing scene. I was untouchable by anyone, by the police, by the racer chasers that searched to get into any racer's bed, by the new kid on the block trying to prove they can drive, by my own family who thought they could understand me. Until some white boy buster decided to appear around a grocery store and diner we operated back then where your mom manned the register. . . ."

Spyridon: Yes, I'm still alive. On a personal good news, I'm working now with plans to head back to graduate school but on a fanfic note, I now have decreased time to write fanfics while to balance other things. I will try to squeeze in some writing when I can but whatever time I used to give it will now not be the same back then when I had so much free time.