Fandom: Need for Speed: Most Wanted; Fast and the Furious
Rating: PG-13 for now; Foul Language, Ahoy!

Author's Notes: Okay, I'm not thinking of this as a crossover, because dammit, the game is friggin The Fast and the Furious all the way. This is me, smooshing together two franchises in a way they've been unofficially smooshed by their respective owners. It ain't no coincidence that EA Games and NFS are official sponsors of the Formula D, folks. Really it isn't.

Special Note: I know absolutely NOTHING about cars outside of how to get in, put the key in the ignition, turn it on and drive from point A to point B without much incident. Therefore, I ask that all things pilfered - and believe me there's quite a bit - whether plausible or not, should be accepted as fact. All nit pickers beware. Roast me and you shall suffer horribly at the hands of a randomly chosen selection of homicidally-minded characters, which belong to Mandi and myself. And trust me when I say we have an interesting cross-section of the scum of the multi-verse to choose from.

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"I'm sorry, Force, but you can't race." The expression on Marc Davis's face was one of profound regret as he regarded the young woman before him. "No one wants to call you out or step up to any of your challenges after what Butch said..."

"Butch is a fuckin' liar, Marc. You know that! What he said isn't true!" She was trying hard not to raise her voice, but it was a losing battle.

"I know he's a liar, sweetheart. But I don't have enough pull around here to stop the rumour he's spread about you messing with his ride before that last race. I would move mountains for you if I could, kid. I really would. But this is one mountain that isn't going anywhere."

Wild Force, best female driver of the Rockport Racing scene, threw a punch past Marc's head, hitting the door frame of the Mazda RX-8 behind him. "Dammit, Marc. I can't just leave. I've worked too hard..."

"You've worked too hard and now a vindictive asshole has trashed your rep. You're done, Force. Finished. Rockport is now closed to you as a racer."

"Fuck Rockport! Everywhere is now closed to me! This is the nexus, Marc..."

"I know, kid. I know." Marc shook his head sadly and stepped around her. He walked a few steps away before he turned back to the seething girl. "It may not mean anything to you, but I'm sorry. You're a good kid and a fantastic racer. I'm sorry to lose you like this."

She didn't even glance over her shoulder during Marc's speech. When he had finished, she slid into the driver's seat and slammed the door shut. The RX-8 revved to life and she took off, leaving Rockport behind.

Marc watched the RX-8 as it disappeared around a corner and shook his head. He may have the run of Rockport, but this truly was something he couldn't fix. It was fucked up and it killed him to lose such an up-and-coming kid. He sighs and headed to his own RX-8 and strapped in. Butch was going to have a lot to answer for once it all came down. Marc would make sure of that.