Authoress Notes: This is a sequel to Ticket to Berlin it has been in the works for no joke three years. I am terrified about putting this story out there. I have beat my head against my desk doing edits and hacked it to pieces and attempted to make this story as a strong as its predecessor. What do you really say about a story you had to walk away from for so long because you couldn't bear to write about a character that could never exist again…. This is a labor of love story and it will continue to be as I work through it with you all. There are major spoilers ahead. I am a huge fan of the series and I really did enjoy this last movie. I cried at the end of Furious 7…
Disclaimer: I do not own "Fast and Furious" or any of the characters within. I make no money off this so please do not sue me. This is purely for entertainment purposes only.
Warnings: This story does not maintain the cannon story line after Fast 5. This is a sequel to Ticket to Berlin. This follows the events of Ticket to Berlin and if you have not read that piece some of this story will not make sense.
I Left My Heart in Rio: Part One
November 11, Tokyo, Japan: 10:00pm
The tires of the muscle car screamed in protest as the Plymouth Satellite started into the corner at an impossible angle for the size of the muscle car. The Silvia cut to the inside lane taking the drift tighter because of its better handling. The high school student cringed waiting for the inevitable crunch of metal as the older car failed to take the corner, but it never came. He glanced back at the at the American beast that had to be from the 70's if he were to take a guess and the driver that looked completely calm doing the unthinkable in that car. They sailed in synch past the crowd, the silver colored car nearly brushing the wall, but missing it by a faction of inch, just like DK had the first time he had attempted to drift. Hanging onto a muscle car in a drift was not an easy, the race on the mountain had nearly killed him, and yet here was this guy making it look simple. The crowd gasped as he lost the lead to the bigger car in the stretch between turns, but he knew he'd get it back in the corner.
Sean knew his car was made for drifting so he had the advantage and he could hear a whine in the engine of the muscle car. Disuse: the identification of that whine was clicked in his head as he took the turn and regained the lead. His opponent was very good, but Sean knew this 'track' and as long he hit this last corner first the race was his. The muscle car edged forward to take the lead, but at the last second it fell back. Sean wasn't sure what the issue with the car was, but he wasn't going to let the advantage slip out of his fingers. He shifted gears and his car jumped forward into the corner sliding in a perfect parallel line to the parking structure's climb. The Plymouth was inches from him and the driver gave him a nod as they finished the ascent side by side.
He kicked his Silvia out of the corner and glided to the front of the crowd, which was already celebrating his victory. Sean took a deep breath before getting out of the car and plastering a smile on his face for his friends and his girl. Neela threw her arms around his neck and gave him a tight hug.
"You did great." She whispered in his ear. "I thought you gonna lose there for a second."
He nodded in response and looked over her shoulder at his opponent, who was climbing out of his car.
She pulled back from their embrace as he remained silent, confusion on her face, "What's wrong?"
He shook his head and pulled away from her, "Nothin' its fine." He flashed her a smile, that didn't reach his eyes, "We'll talk later, alright?"
Neela squeezed his hand, before walking back to Reiko and their other friends, as the large man paced over to him.
"Nice job, kid. I can tell Han taught you. You have the same pull to the left that took him forever to shake." He extended his hand to Sean. "Dom."
"Sean." He shook Dom's hand. "So you knew Han?"
Dom's expression darkened, "He was a brother to me."
"Yo, Sean, come on man! We got a party to host!" Twinkie hollered out from the crowd.
"Sorry, 'bout that." Sean apologized to Dom, before yelling back to his friend, "Twink, just go get everything started without me and make sure Neela gets there safe." He nodded to the girl in the red dress, who rolled her eyes as his protective nature.
"I can see why Han let you ride with him. You don't quit."
"You can tell them from one conversation with me?" Sean was confused.
"No, I can tell by how you drive." Dom looked over Sean's car. "And what you choose to drive."
"Why'd you let me win?" Sean lowered his voice enough that Dom was the only one that could hear him.
Dom smirked, "Rude to beat someone on their own turf, especially since you just earned it. I'm just here to get Han home, but I need some information."
Sean nodded. "Yeah, I kinda figured it was somethin' like that. Follow me back to the garage, so we can talk."
Dom nodded and they climbed into their respective cars. Sean kept his eyes on the rearview mirror, not missing the blue Skyline that fell in line behind Dom's car and kept up with them.
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Brian tapped his fingers on the steering wheel waiting for Dom to give the all clear signal. After the kid left, the lights throughout the building went on, one after the other until the building looked alive with light. The roll door opened and Dom waved him inside nonchalantly. Brian parked the car and climbed out giving the new-to-him car an affection pat.
"You ever gonna last more than five seconds on a continent without picking up one of those toys?" Dom arched his eyebrow at his brother-in-law.
"Toy?!" Brian scoffed, "You remember calling it a toy, when I beat you in one."
"Ha." Dom closed the roll door and pulled out his cellphone. "Letty, we're at Han's place. Call me when you get this."
"Straight to voicemail?" Brian questioned and Dom just nodded in response. "So did the kid have any ideas on what happened to Han?"
"He said they were running from someone, but that is was just a fluke wreck." Dom lifted shifted through papers that were on the desk listlessly.
"Like a semi-truck after beating a train." Brian quipped before instantly regretting it. Dom did not look impressed with the throwback. "Sorry man, the jet-leg isn't doing my brain any favors. Mia e-mailed me the police reports that she got pretending to be a reporter, which reminds me she's getting too good at this con thing." He flicked through the documents on his phone and shook his head, "Anyway, these look consistent with an accident."
Dom made an annoyed sound, and paced around the shop opening drawers and cabinets methodically but with zero regard for the amount of noise he was creating.
Brian started at the opposite end of the shop, when he got to his third drawer in an older cabinet, he stopped. The drawer was full of unopened packs of cigarettes. There must have been over a hundred packs of varying brands and ages. They were lined up in perfect lines in alphabetical order. He shook his head and pushed the packs back and forth to see if there was anything hiding under them. He grabbed an older envelope, which had multiple fold lines decorating it, and opened the flap. The envelope contained a piece of paper with elegant handwriting, "I can't express how sorry I am for this. I loved our life. Find your happiness. Maybe I'll find you again one day. If you'll have me." and a faded picture of Han and Gisele that looked like it had been torn in half. He remembered Mia taking the picture of them at their move-in party at his home in Azores, Dom and Elena had been in this shot before.
"Find anything?" Dom barked.
"Just a picture and a note from Gisele." He held up it up, "I'm assuming it's the one that she left for him right after we got Letty back."
Dom pulled his keys out of his pocket and snarled, "Damn waste of time coming here. Toss that shit, let's go home."
Brian put the note and the picture, back into the envelope and shoved it into his back pocket. It seemed odd to him that Han would have arranged this drawer so neatly when all the other were so haphazard, but he really didn't know Han that way. It was a shame he'd never get the chance.
They shut off the lights, slammed the doors and drove off towards the storage space that Dom kept up here. It was time to help get their friend home.
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I had originally planned on putting another scene in this, but my heart wasn't ready to post it. I truly hope that you all love this sequel it is truly a labor of love that I have been working on for all of you that read and reviewed Ticket to Berlin.