Saving Jane, a The Fast And The Furious (Dominic/OC) Fan Fiction

Chapter One: "I Don't Like Owing Anybody."

Dom-Torretto

Dominic Torretto had it all. Friends, family, a beautiful girl who tolerated a lot of crap from him, and a street rep to die for. To say the least, he was a lucky guy. Had just about everything a guy could want. Dom was contemplating said good fortune when he heard the bell on the door of his sister's crappy dive-hole diner jingled. In stepped a young woman of about what he thought was nineteen years old. He was sitting in a booth in the back, facing the door, giving him a perfect view of anyone coming or going. The first thing he noticed about this girl was how baggy her clothes were. The second, was that the only skin exposed was her face, most of which was hidden by shadows, due to the poor lighting in the diner. The third, was that her clothes were completely black, no color to be seen at all. Black hoodie with the hood up, black cargo pants with innumerable holes in them, black cloth tennis shoes, black backpack that looked nearly empty, she even wore black gloves. She was covered head to toe, and it must have been almost a hundred degrees out. And it wasn't even as though her choice of clothing was a fashion statement. She didn't appear to be emo or goth. It seemed almost as though she was silently willing the world to leave her alone. And she was.

Jane-Grayson

Jane quickly scanned the diner for anyone threatening. She saw an old couple in a booth near the window, and a teenage boy sitting at the end of the bar, but none of them looked all that dangerous. And we have a winner, Jane thought when she spotted a big bald guy sitting in a booth in the back of the diner. He looked like he was about thirty, made of pure muscle – and he was watching her. Never a good sign.

The Hulk, as she'd mentally nicknamed him, was trying desperately to make it look like he was studying the table in front of him, occasionally scratching at the surface with his thumbnail, but peeking at her whenever he thought she wasn't looking. It didn't fool Jane for a second. No table on earth was that interesting.

Jane took a seat on a barstool at the counter, laying her backpack on the seat next to her. She eyed the guy warily as she picked up a menu from the bar. She didn't hide the fact that she was looking at him, and the look on her face made certain that he wouldn't be particularly flattered by her observation of him. She had caught him watching her and she was making him aware that she didn't like it.

Jane took her attention away from The Hulk for a minute to look at the menu, but continued to cast cautious glances at him every minute or so. The menu wasn't anything special. Turkey sandwiches and tuna melts, that kind of thing. This wasn't exactly the kind of place that would show up on Diners, Drive-Ins, And Dives, but the prices were low, and that was all that mattered. A young woman came through two swinging doors that Jane guessed led to the kitchen, carrying a circular metal tray that held two orders of food and two drinks for the couple in the booth. The young woman went around the counter to give the couple their food, telling Jane she'd be right with her without even looking at her. The young woman came back around the counter, this time with a note pad and pen in hand, smiling.

"What can I get for you-" the young woman - Mia, Jane later found out was her name – dropped her smile, notepad, pen, and jaw on the counter when she looked at Jane's face.

Jane was already well aware of the fact that she was way past anorexia thin, and pale to boot, but she didn't particularly like being reminded. Which was why she wore her clothes as baggy as she did – to make it look like she had more meat on her (among other reasons).

"I'll take a cup of coffee, please," Jane said, ignoring the waitress' shock and plastering a smile on her face. Mia's jaw snapped shut as she regained her composure. Mia looked Jane up and down.

"Just the coffee?" she asked doubtfully.

"Just the coffee," Jane said patiently, fake smile still in place.

"Are you sure you don't want any food or anything? I mean, I'm sure I could scrounge up something edible-"

"I'm quite sure. Thanks all the same," Jane said, now struggling to keep the smile on her face from faltering.

"It'll be up in just a minute." Mia quickly turned around, but instead of heading for the coffee pot and mugs on the counter, she went through the swinging doors that led to the kitchen. The coffee pot was full, and the couple and teenage boy already had food, so she must've been getting something for The Hulk over in the corner, who had gotten bolder in his observation of Jane since she'd begun talking to the waitress. Out of the corner of her eye, Jane could see he was now fully staring at her. She turned her head toward him and gave him the deadliest glare she could muster. His head had ducked down immediately, and his study of the table became even more intense.

Dom-T

Dom hadn't ever seen a human being that thin before. She looked like she hadn't eaten in months – like she shouldn't even be alive, let alone walking around like everybody else. Dom knew that he'd been staring at her before. His interest had been peaked. But when she'd turned around to glare at him, her face… That girl should be in a hospital, Dom thought. She hadn't ordered food either. He could hear her sweet voice patiently telling Mia that she just wanted coffee. Dom didn't need much of an imagination to know what Mia's face must've looked like after seeing the girl's gaunt face, especially up close.

Dom was halfway out of his seat to go and personally bring that girl some food when his little sister walked out of the kitchen with a sandwich and a large glass of milk.

Jane-G

No. Way. In hell, Jane thought when the waitress brought a turkey sandwich and the biggest glass of milk she'd ever seen over to her instead of to The Hulk. She hadn't planned on eating again until she'd made it all the way to El Paso de Robles, a little town near the border of Mexico. Yeah, it'd be a stretch but with the money she had, she didn't even really have any business ordering coffee. She was only doing that because there was no other way that she'd be able to stay awake to walk the forty-seven miles left to El Paso.

"Um, look, I just want the coffee…" Jane began cautiously just as the waitress set down the food in front of her.

"Please, kid," the waitress said pleadingly, trying to put her hand over Jane's only to have Jane pull her hand away at the last second. "Just eat it. It's on the house."

"Look, I understand what it is that you're trying to do, and don't get me wrong, I appreciate it, But I don't have the money for this and I don't take handouts. It's sweet of you, but I don't like owing anybody-"

Jane was cut off by the sound of the doorbell jingling, announcing the entrance of four others, three males and one female. Jane looked them over carefully before deciding that the tacky little diner was getting just a tad too full of testosterone-bound muscle.

"Thanks for everything, ma'am, but I'd best be going," Jane said, dropping down from the barstool with a sigh.

"Wait!" the waitress said, panicked. "You can't go like this- I mean… You've gotta eat something…" she finished lamely.

"Thanks lady, but I really have to go."

Jane slithered past the new group of people who were approaching the counter, throwing a look over her shoulder at The Hulk as she exited the door.

He was out of his seat and watching her openly.