A/N: Dom/OC and Brian/Mia
A/N:All outfits, cars, and such are on my profile page
A/N: Italic is implied sarcasm. Italic is also thoughts.
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Chapter 3: Family
Second Person's P.O.V.
4 Months Ago
In a stormy mood, Brian pointedly ignores what his boss is saying. His baby sister got out of jail three days ago and he is stuck here in this conference room listening to his boss go on and on about something that doesn't even involve him. It made his blood boil. His baby sister is his whole life yet he couldn't even be there for her when she gets out of jail.
Not for the first time Brian wonders if he made the right choice in trying to get his detective badge. Then he remember the look of pride on his uncle and little sisters face when he told them he was trying to become a detective. When his sister looked at him like that he felt like he was invincible.
Like he was her hero.
Like he was the only person in the world that mattered to her.
Like he could do no wrong.
Like he was the best big brother in the world.
He couldn't give up now.
He had to keep going.
He had to make her proud.
"O'Conner! Are you listening to me?" My boss asks me sharply and I nod. He pause and looks at me unconvinced and I roll my eyes. It's not like he cares, if he did I would have been able to be there when my lil sis got out of prison aka hell. If he cared I would be with my little sister right now.
Leaning against his desk, Brian folds his arms and watches his boss with angry blue eyes. His huffs as his boss refuses to look at him. Fed up, Brian sits down in his chair and turns his computer on. He signs in and then pauses. On his screen is a picture of him and his sister. Her blond head is thrown back in care-free laughter as tears run down her face. His arm is around her shoulders and Brian has a look of fierce protectiveness set in his identical blue eyes. That was the last truly happy day they had.
They had been at a beach and she had just seen some fat guy bend down and his pants split down the middle. She had busted a gut and giggled for hours afterwards.
The smile fades from his lips as he remembers where she was.
Meredith got caught up in some bad shit and got stuck in prison. Personally, Brian knows she didn't do it. She wouldn't leave a puppy on the streets, much less kill her best friend. Hell, Brian still remembers her sneaking him into the house when she was younger so they could play 'pirates and street racers.' It was the weirdest fucking game but she adored it.
She would drive an invisible car dressed like a pirate and then become a street racer driving a huge fucking boat. Made no fucking sense but it lit her up and he could never bring himself to tell her that it would never happen. Besides, even if she had, the little shit would just have kicked him in the shins and told him to jump down a garbage chute.
She got out of jail three days ago and because of his boss, he was unable to go visit her. It killed Brian and he ended up sneaking away from work a couple of hours early to go see her. He broke half a dozen laws as he sped through traffic but that didn't matter. And when he got there, his heart dropped out of his chest when he found out she was gone.
He tried her cell number but it didn't work.
He drove himself frantic trying to find her but she was like a ghost. She vanished and nothing he tried led him to her. Sorrow pulses in Brian's heart as he imagines how his little sister must be feeling right now. She must hate him. She must feel so lost and abandoned. Brian clenches his eyes shut, tears burning his eyes but he hasn't cried in years. Right now, she doesn't need him to bawl 'like a little pussy' to quote her but rather she needs him to 'man up and grow balls of steel.'
So that's what Brian does.
Because she always was his source of strength.
Always.
Meredith's P.O.V.
4 Months Ago (A week after Brian'd P.O.V. ^Above^)
I look up to the sound of my alarm clock telling me that it is 6:30 at night. I ignore it in favor of finishing the last chapter. I whip my comforter off me, turn off my fan, and slip out of bed. I grab my Ipod, head into my bathroom, and pause a moment to turn on my shower so it can heat up. I hook up my Ipod to the speakers and scroll through my songs. I select Sweet Dreams (Are Made Of This) the Suckerpunch version.
I start humming and dancing my way back over to my shower. I hum along as I strip down and slip into the shower and under the burning hot water. I step under the spray and flinch, the water is burning hot. I stand there for a few minutes to let my body adjust to heat. Once my body adjusts to the temperature I step under the spray and rest my forehead against the cool tiles.
The hot water cascades over my body and relaxes my muscles and soothes my sores. I shake my head and grab my body wash. I take my time lathering my hair and body with soap and shampoo before rinsing off. The water is starting to cool down so I quickly lather my hair up with conditioner before rinsing that out. I reach down, turn off the water, and grab two towels, one to wrap around my body and the other to wrap around my hair.
Sing along and dancing along to Black Roses by Clare Bowen I make my way over to my closet. I grab my frayed lace and leather skirt that is short on one side and long on the other and my tan-ish and brown/gold tank top. I slip those on over my undergarments rather reluctantly. I glance longingly at my book before grabbing my tan wrap suede boots and slipping them on over black no show socks.
I unwrap my long, soft blonde hair and run my brush through it. I grab my dream catcher V got me and slip it on over the silver and black cross dog tag Bri got me after I bet him for the first time. 'Lucky for him he only did that the first time I beat him cause if he did it for every time I beat him then I would have a lot of jewelry' I think. I slip on my matching silver dragon ear cuff's Rome got me for my sixteenth birthday and grin. God do I miss him.
I wiggle my fingers into my black shiny leather open finger gloves that criss-cross over my wrist and slip on stack of tan-ish color bracelets on my left wrist and a black leather bracelet with three silver buckles on the right. Lastly I slip on my bronze wolf head ring on my right ring finger and a silver cross ring on the left.
I hum the opening notes of Secrets by One Republic while I slip on my black cadet's hat, my black leather jacket Bri got after I won my very first race, check the bullets in my gun before slipping it in the waistband on my back under my shirt and jacket, sticking my phone in my purse and heading down stairs. Just as I start to sit down my phone rings. I groan and struggle to pull it out of my purse. It's Dom. I don't answer but I open the door with a grin, my body instantly brimming with excitement.
I slip onto the cool black leather seats of my new car curtsy of Tory and stick the key in the ignition, the car start with a purr. I grin. Cars always soothed me. For a time I lost that when my mom died in a car crash but I knew she wouldn't want me to give them up just because of her freak accident. I reach out and pull the seat belt diagonally across my body and snap it in with a click. I reach out in click on the radio, "This Summer's Going to Hurt Like a Motherfucker" blares out of the speakers. I press my foot down of the accelerator and speed away.
I pull up in the driveway and turn the car off, I grab my purse and get out of the car. Dom is at the grill flipping the hamburgers. He looks up at the sound of my footsteps and smiles. His smile is an easy, natural grin. He seldom smiles with just his lips, he smiles with his whole face if it's genuine. They shine. For if you see this smile you feel the irresistible impulse to smile too. But it is his eyes that make my heart melt. The eyes. They never lie. It was his eyes and smile that attracted me to him. Him being incredible handsome didn't help that attraction either.
"Hey. How do I look?" I ask slowly twirling around.
"Stunning as usual." He says with an honestly genuine smile.
I tear my eyes away from Dom's and look him up and down. He is wearing black jeans that are tight but not to tight and a dark green wife beater. My heart clenches. I have been attracted to Dom since the day I met him and unfortunately for me he is dating Letty. I look back up and see Dom smirking at me and I lightly blush. I hate that he in a relationship but I will respect him because I'm not the kind of person who messes with other people relationships.
I bite my lip and look down.
After I got to know him, Dom became so much more appealing to me. He was witty and had a sarcasm that made me laugh even when I was determined not to. I look around, it's just Dom outside.
"Jessie in his room?" I ask and he nod. I take off my jacket, hang it on the back of my usual chair and hang my purse over it. I slip off my boots, then my socks and go in the house.
"Hey Mia." I say watching Mia fly around the kitchen opening the cabinets and fridge. She glances up and smiles before turning back to her search. She groans and leans against the counter. I raise my eyebrow at her.
"We don't have anything else to eat besides the hamburgers and the rest of the team has already left the store." She says looking like she wants to bang her head against the wall. I scan the kitchen. I light up when I see the ingredients that I need.
"Not a problem. I need the big green bowl. I need 2 cans of Black Beans. 2 Cans of Corn. A Shallot. Those 4 limes. Those 4 Avocado. And the leftover chicken." I say and she raises her eyebrows but turns to get what I need. I take of my gloves set them on the window seal and quickly and thoroughly wash my hands before grabbing the cutting board and a sharp knife. She sets all the stuff out on the counter and looks at me expectantly.
"Okay. Open the all of the cans and drain them. After that put them in the bowl. After that you can roll the limes until they are nice and soft." I say slipping back into the ease of being in charge in the kitchen. I swiftly and expertly dice up the shallot and add it to the bowl on top of the beans and corn. I start on the avocado when out of the corner of my eye I see Mia staring at me.
"What?" I asks not turning from cutting.
"You can cook?" She asks surprised. I hesitantly then decide to answer honestly. After all Dom and the crew haven't given me any reason not to trust them.
"I have always loved cars. Since a young age cars had always calmed me. My mom though...my mom loved to cook. Since I was to young to do anything involving cars I would watch my mom in the kitchen. Slowly my mom started having me help her around the kitchen and my love of cooking grew from there." I say sliding the cubes of avocado in the bowl. She hands me the two limes she rolled and I cut them in half over the bowl and hand them back to her.
"Squeeze all of the juice into the bowl and shred some of the lime peel into the bowl too." I says she nods. I swiftly and expertly dice up the chicken into cubes and slid them into the bowl also. By then Mia has finished the limes and starts to toss the salad. She tastes it and her eyes widen in surprise.
"I could eat this everyday for the rest of my life!" She exclaims and I laugh.
"Me too." I say before slipping out the door and into the backyard. Dom is casually leaning against the side of the grill and drinking a Corona. I walk over and steal his bottle.
"Hey." He protest and I grin. I tilt the bottle back and take a swig. He glares at me playfully and I grin back at him cheekily. I take another swig and he advances on me. I grin and turn to sprint across the yard. In three giant strides he catches me and steals back his bottle. He sets it on the picnic table and starts to tickle my side. I start to giggle he laughs. A rich deep genuine laugh that sends shivers down my spine and make my knees go weak.
All the sudden three cars come roaring up into the driveway and Letty, Leon, and Vince park and get out with grocery bags. Letty glares and Vince raises his eyebrows. I blush realizing how we must look. Me, my back pressed up against Dom's chest and his arms loosely around my waist. I gently extract myself and head down the driveway to V.
"Here, Let me grab a few of those." I say while shooting him a smirk and an un-amused look. He just grins in return. I huff, turn around and saunter back up the driveway.
"Thanks Mere-Bear." Vince calls after me and I can practically hear the smile in his voice.
"No prob, V." I call over my shoulder while heading in to the table to set it. Jessie finally emerges from his room and helps me.
"Tell me what you think about this. Koni adjustable's. Their gonna save us about 2 pounds. And they're gonna give us better traction for the hole shot. All right?" He says showing me a picture that he printed out.
"Looks great, man. Can't wait to try them out." I say excitedly and he grins.
"Here you go." Letty says as they set the salad, beers and chips down on the picnic table. I sit down in between Vince and Mia. Once we are all seated Leon reach on the plate and grabs a burger.
"Hey, hold up. Because you were the first to reach in to get the chicken, you say grace." Dom says with a smile in Leon's direction.
"Dear heavenly Spirit. Thank you. Thank you for providing us with fast cars. Family and hot girls. Thank you. Amen." Leon says with a flirtatious wink at Mia. Vince stiffens and growls low under his breath. I place a comforting hand of his arm and shake my head no when he looks at me. He sends my a grateful smile before digging in.
I reach over and grab a burger. As I am putting my toppings on my burger I realize it's completely quiet. I look up and they are all staring at my right wrist. I blush and start to put my hand under the table but Vince stops me.
"What's this?" He ask absentmindedly stroking the tattoo.
"I got it for my 17th birthday." I say a smile coming across my face at the memory. It's a heart that has pistons inside it and the blue and red car cables that hook up to the battery connecting to the heart. Arched above the heart are the words "I live my life a quarter mile at a time" and arched below the heart are the words "For those ten seconds, I'm free"
I can feel the heat of Dom's stare on the side of my face. I peek up at him under my eyelashes and he is staring at with understanding, acceptance and something else that I can't identify.
"Any other inks?" He asks his voice husky. Letty glances at him confused. Seeing how entranced he looks by me she quickly throws me a glare. I look up and the rest of them are eagerly awaiting my answer. I stand up and pull my shirt up. There is a French tattoo up under my bra on the right. It's in cursive so it loops and swirls elegantly across my skin.
"What's it mean?" Mia asks curiously.
"Family, blood or not, chosen or not, is the best gift of all and should be treasured" I say and think bitterly about when I got this tattoo. I got it on my 16th birthday. I had wanted to get a tattoo that expressed my feelings about my family and this is what I came up with.
When I had Brian.
When I had my big brother.
When I had my protector.
With a shy smile I sit back down and dig in. I relax at the easy camaraderie that fills the area around the table. I look around and smile. Right here sitting with Dom, Vince, Mia, Jessie, Leon and Letty feels like home. Like family. A genuine happy comfortable smile stretches across my face as I listen to all all talk.
After dinner everyone goes in but V and I stay out. We just sit and enjoy each others company. I soon start to shiver because of the cool air and Vince gives me his jacket. I smile gratefully and he wraps his arm around my shoulder. I lean into his chest and smile.
After a while I check the time and my eyes widen. We've been out here for quite awhile. I reluctantly get up and get on boots, and jacket.
"Bye!" I call out opening the kitchen door to grab my gloves. I smile at everyone in the living room watching a movie before heading to my car, I get in my car and drive away.
