Blurred Lines: The Fast and the Furious Remake

Rated: M (mostly for language and bothersome situations – although I promise it won't be too intense.)

Disclaimer: I don't own anything.

Chapter 7

Alyssa had offered to go shopping the next day to get supplies for their barbeque while everyone else finished in the garage for the day so she left around four. An hour and a half later when she got back, she was surprised that no one was back yet and she went about getting things ready to cook. She was tossing a salad when the door finally slammed open and the herd trampled in and she had to smile at all the noise.

She put the lid on the finished salad and shoved it into the fridge as food was taken from her and placed into various cookwares or carried out back to the grill. "Go start the grill – then step away", Dominic commanded pointing at the guys minus Jesse who was currently being forced to help Letty and Mia shuck corn, and they scurried out the back door. Dominic never trusted Vince and Leon around fire without supervision. Brian did not count as supervision.

Alyssa grabbed a few Coronas from the fridge and passed them around before she leaned against the counter. She stretched her leg out and kicked Dom in the shin with her bare foot. He raised an eyebrow at her and she smirked. "It's good to be the king isn't it?" she teased

"As long as they 'king' doesn't have to play babysitter", he grumbled.

She tossed her head back and laughed while the other three groaned in annoyance. "Don't get him started", Mia said as she squinted at the ear of corn searching for stray silk.

"Geez, Dominic, there's no need to sound so bitter", Alyssa chided. "Nobody here needs a babysitter anymore – except maybe Vince", she conceded as an afterthought. "None of us are sixteen anymore and are trying to sneak dates into the house after hours."

"I'd be quiet if I were you", Dom warned.

"Or what?" she teased. "Are you gonna spank me?" She was grinning until she caught the mischievous look on his face and immediately snapped her mouth shut and winced. "Oh, god", she muttered, keeping her eyes closed. She chanced a peek with one eye and groaned. "You promised", she reminded, "we would never speak of the incident again."

"I told you to be quiet", he said with a smirk.

"I'm just gonna go hide under my bed", she muttered and moved to leave the kitchen, but Dom caught her around the waist and gave her an evil grin.

"Nope, you're gonna help me tell this story", he said lightly as he guided her to the table with the others and pulled her down onto his lap once he sat down. She huffed at his preemptive stop of her escape.

Letty raised a curious eyebrow, "What happened?"

"Nothing", Alyssa hissed. "Dominic, you're a dumbass", she grumbled over her shoulder as she threw her feet in Letty's lap.

"Oh, gee, I've never been called that before", he said sarcastically.

"I currently despise you", she complained.

"Then you shouldn't have brought it up", he declared. "Too late now; start", he demanded. "Oh, and Letty can help fill in the blanks", he finished. Letty gave a quizzical look and Alyssa grumbled under her breath but did as he asked, taking them back to many years before.

When Letty had appeared at Alyssa's locker that Friday after school, Alyssa had promptly pulled her into the girls' bathroom for some privacy. "Letty, you have to cover for me", she begged.

Letty raised an eyebrow, "For what?" she questioned.

"Jack asked if he could give me a ride home", Alyssa explained in an undertone.

"Jack Parsons?" Letty asked skeptically. Alyssa nodded. "Oh, he'll give you a ride all right", Letty grumbled under her breath. Jack was in Letty's grade and was quite friendly with the female population.

"Please, Letty! I need to do something fun before I go crazy", she groused. "Tell Dom you dropped me off at the house because I wanted to get some homework done before I ride my bike to help Mia at the store. Mr. T. won't be back 'til late, please", she pleaded.

Letty rolled her eyes and growled, "You so owe me, you bitch. And for the record, I think this is a really bad idea."

Alyssa squealed and grabbed Letty in a hug, "Duly noted. Thank you, thank you!" she cried happily and yanked Letty with her out of the restroom and took off down the hallway to find Jack.

Letty watched warily as she left before shaking her head and heading out to her car with her things and went to pick up Mia. She explained to the younger girl that Alyssa had gotten a different ride home that day, but that she would still be at the store in an hour. Mia had given her a quizzical look but decided against asking questions for the time being. Letty went into the store briefly with Mia to speak with her mother who was working part-time at the Toretto's store during the day before taking off to the garage.

After about an hour and a half at the garage, the office phone rang. Letty heard Dominic answer it and listened intently to the muffled, one-sided conversation.

"What do you mean she's not there yet?" he grumbled. "Wait, Letty said what?" he demanded. Letty herself winced, knowing she was in for it. "I'll take care of it", Dominic muttered finally, and hung up the phone.

Letty was attempting to crawl completely under a car to be out of sight when Dominic came out of the office, letting the door bang as he saw her. He stopped next to the car she was working on and cleared his throat at her pointedly. "Did you want something?" Letty muttered from under the car.

He squatted down and grabbed her leg and wheeled her out using the scooter she was lying on against her. "Got something you should tell me?" he questioned, tone unamused.

"No", she choked out when she saw his glare.

"Letty, where's Alyssa?" he demanded. "She should have been at the store half an hour ago."

"She got a ride home", Letty said finally.

"With who", he growled.

"Jack Parsons", she squeaked, and winced.

"Hell no", he stated decisively. He went to the office and came back with his keys gripped tightly in one hand.

"Dominic, what are you going to do?" Letty demanded, scrambling to get up.

"First, I'm going to kill him, then I'll kill her, and when I finish, I'll come back here and have a little chat with you", he said over his shoulder as he walked out. "Letty, go to the store", he shouted as the door slammed. Letty figured if that was the worst of it, she would gladly take the punishment.

Letty sprinted towards the office as Dominic roared his car's engine to life and peeled out of the driveway. Vince caught her around the waist before she got the door open. "What are you doing?"

"I'm gonna call her and tell her to run for her life", Letty said exasperatedly.

Vince shook his head, "No", he said succinctly. "Let Dom handle it; it's between them. She knows better."

"Dammit, Vince", Letty complained. "Fine, but if he kills someone, I'm holding you responsible", she grumbled and went for her keys.

--

Alyssa practically pushed Jack to the floor when she heard the front door slam shut. She chanced a look at the clock on the wall and winced, knowing she had lost track of time. When Dominic appeared in the doorway between the kitchen and living room, Alyssa wished herself to melt through the floor – obviously it didn't work. He stalked over and all but dragged Jack out of the house by his ear and told him to 'get the fuck out' before slamming the front door even harder than he had the first time and came back into the living room.

Alyssa stood up warily, wanting to be somewhat on an even playing field height-wise, "I'm-"

He interrupted her, nearly snarling down at her, inches away from her face, "What the fuck were you thinking?!"

"I lost track of time", she admitted.

"That is not why I am beyond angry right now. You stay away from that guy", he demanded dangerously.

She snorted angrily, "You cannot tell me who-"

She shut up instinctively – mostly out of shock – when he turned her over the side of the couch and landed five swats on her backside and was whirled back around before she could let out a shriek of either pain or indignation. "Dad's house rules stand when he's not home: no boys in the house", he growled at her.

He was halfway up the stairs when she finally found her voice, "Dominic Toretto, you have absolutely no right-"

"Shut up and go change", he ordered. "You're coming to the garage."

Alyssa waited a few seconds before following him upstairs to change. She got a look at herself in the full length mirror in their bedroom and groaned. He could have warned her that she was in a complete state of disarray. She pulled her red tank top down to recover her stomach and pulled a dark blue t-shirt over it deciding to keep on her dark wash jeans, she just pulled her hair up with a scrunchie and went back downstairs – intent on ignoring Dom.

She followed him to the car and got in the front passenger seat silently, staring out the window. She heard him sigh before he put the key in the ignition, "You'll thank me later", he said quietly. She barely stopped from snorting at the ridiculousness of the idea and said nothing as they drove the few short minutes to the garage in a painful silence. When they pulled into the driveway, he grabbed her arm before she could get out, "This is the last thing I'm going to say about this, but from now on, you clear extra-curricular activities with me", he said. She nodded and shook him off as she got out of the car.

She walked into the garage in a huff, barely refraining from punching Vince in the face as he muttered, "Someone's in trouble", as she passed. She just clearly told him to, "Fuck off", instead and headed towards the office. They didn't currently have anything in the garage that she actually knew how to fix, so she was relegated to the paperwork that no one had time for.

She let the door shut quietly behind her and sat at the desk. She stared at it blankly for a moment and made a face. Groaning, she went back to the door and opened it, yelling, "Dominic, would you stop screwing up my filing system!"

"I wouldn't have to if I knew what the hell you did to everything", he shot back from under the hood of a car.

"Idiot", she grumbled. "Stay out of the papers; now I have to fix everything again", she complained going back into the office.

"Dude, aren't you guys fighting?" Vince asked.

"No", Dom said, "And we're dropping this conversation."

"Don't get bent outta shape; I didn't do anything", Vince grumbled.

Things proceeded as normal until Mr. T. came back to the shop around seven. Following him was his sister – who everyone called Aunt Rita. Rita was in her early thirties and still looked quite young. Her hair was long and dark like Mia's was, but it was wavy instead of straight and was layered halfway down her back.

Alyssa came out of the office when Mr. T. called for her. She stood on her tip-toes to give him a kiss on the cheek and said hello before hugging the woman next to him. "Hi, Aunt Rita", she said with a grin.

"Oh, I see how it is", Mr. T. said with a laugh.

Alyssa laughed and blew him a kiss. "I just saw you this morning."

He reached in his pocket and dangled a key over her head, "So I suppose you won't want to be starting your driving lessons this week then", he teased.

Alyssa look up at him startled, "Seriously?"

Rita ruffled her hair, "What were you doing back in that office, girly. Your hair is a disaster", she said with a laugh.

"Trying to fix Dominic's mess", she tattled. "He took everything apart to find something that was sitting on the desk", she rolled her eyes.

"We wouldn't have this problem if your 'system' made some sort of logical sense", Dominic disputed raising an eyebrow.

"Oh my god - it's alphabetical, you moron!" she said exasperatedly. She heard Vince unsuccessfully stifle a laugh from behind her.

"Then why the heck was the Ford file after the Volkswagen?" he demanded.

"It's alphabetized by the people, not the cars", she complained. "Someone make it stop", she whined motioning towards him and covering her face.

"You could have told me that", he growled.

Alyssa wisely decided to keep her mouth shut and just shook her head. "So are you excited?" Rita questioned with a grin.

"To drive? Absolutely", Alyssa said forcing excitement as she went to give the man still holding the keys a side hug. His arm still around her shoulder as she stood next to him, Alyssa chanced a glance at Dom who returned with a pointed look and she bit her bottom lip guiltily and looked away. The nervous spasm in her stomach definitely wasn't excitement – more like guilt.

--

They had closed the shop and went back to the house for dinner, leaving nothing remaining of Rita's spaghetti and homemade garlic bread. A few hours later, Rita offered Letty a ride down the street to her place and they both left. Mia went upstairs to finish her homework because she didn't want to put it off, and Mr. T. went to bed early, while Alyssa settled on the couch to play video games with Vince and Dominic.

After Alyssa lost twice in a row, she passed the controller back to Dom and went upstairs. She smiled when she found Mia sprawled on her bed, head in the books, already asleep and went to wake her up. She crouched down next to the bed and shook the younger girl's shoulder gently. "Come on, Mia, you don't want to sleep like that", she said.

Mia picked her head up and groaned, "I can't believe I fell asleep", she complained sitting up.

Alyssa chuckled, "You were looking pretty tired earlier." She picked the books up from the bed and moved them to the desk. "Go to bed; I'll help you with this stuff tomorrow, alright?" she bargained.

"Fine", Mia conceded. "Who thinks giving history tests on Mondays are a good idea? Mrs. Rathborn is insane", she grumbled as she went to the dresser and dug out a pair of pajamas.

"Ah, come on, Mia, the French Revolution was awesome", Alyssa teased.

"Oh, shut up", Mia groused as she headed out the door to the bathroom.

Alyssa just sat on her bed and laughed until she decided to go get her own pajamas to change into and waited for Mia to come out of the bathroom for her turn. Mia came back a few minutes later and flopped back in bed and passed out immediately after she pulled the covers up muttering, "Night."

Alyssa shook her head and headed to the bathroom. After she finished in there, she headed purposefully towards Dom's closed door with a sigh. She knew he was still awake, and she was dreading the conversation they were about to have. She knocked on the door quietly and walked in without waiting for an answer, shutting the door behind her.

He was sitting on the bed with his back against the headboard looking at some magazine and didn't glance up when she walked in uninvited. She leaned against the door and watched him warily. "Did you want something?" he rumbled finally.

"I'm sorry", she muttered grudgingly.

"Doesn't sound like it", he said raising an eyebrow at her slightly.

She groaned and crossed the room silently and waited for his nod before crawling next to him in the bed and lay on her back, using one of his pillows. "You knew", she whispered. "Your dad-"

"I'm a guy; I understand the whole 'sneaking around' thing", he said, finally looking down at her. "Dad would have grounded you, and you would have deserved it. But that guy", he growled, "You're such a fucking idiot."

The burning in her eyes sneaked up on her, and she slapped away a few tears that made it down her face, "I know", she hissed.

Dom groaned and moved down on the bed and pulled her to him, "Oh, for Christ's sake", he grumbled.

She slapped his chest, "Shut up, you shithead." She rested her head on his shoulder and wiped at her eyes. "I know I'm an idiot; I'm sorry. Will you just hold me, please?"

His hand travelled the length of her hair, "Alright; just go to sleep", he said quietly.

That was the first time they slept in the same bed.

--

"What the fuck?" Vince complained. He and the guys had come back in shortly after they had started rehashing and they were now sitting with them at the table waiting for the grill to heat up. "That was messed up, Dom", he growled.

"We-" Dom started, clearly misinterpreting the statement, but Alyssa didn't, and she snapped.

"Shut up, Vince", she growled back at him. "Don't you dare act upset that he covered for me when you know damn well he did the same for you!"

"Why the hell not? He shoulda let Mr. T. bust your ass", he stated clearly, "And take away your driving privileges."

"And he should have done the same to you when you sneaked out of the house when you were both already grounded to go to that party and came home at four-thirty in the morning piss drunk", Alyssa returned flatly. She had felt the rumble in Dom's chest against her back that she knew signaled him gearing up for a shouting match. But she didn't need him to defend her from Vince.

"Why didn't I hear about that?" Mia asked.

Alyssa sighed, "You were spending the night at Letty's." She looked at Vince again, a clear warning for him to keep his mouth shut in her eyes. "You were so lucky that Mr. T. didn't wake up. You were completely drunk and not making any effort to keep quiet trying to get into the back door to go through the garage. I thought someone was breaking in and it took me five minutes to wake Dom up – 'cause he sleeps like a rock. And we go through the kitchen to find it's just you", she paused to glare up at Dom who just looked down at her innocently – obviously remembering what had happened next. "Dominic convinced me to help him get you into the house and down to your room. And just to be clear, I was annoyed at being woken up and was going to leave you on the porch."

Vince snorted, "And?"

"And we managed to stagger you down to the basement, and right before we pushed you into bed you threw up on me as a thank you. So yeah, I thought we should have let Mr. T. find you and bust your ass. Never mind that you were seventeen – he would have tanned your hide anyways. But no, I covered for you, Dom covered for you. Quit acting like a chick and get over it", she hissed. "Don't be an asshole about something that happened nearly ten years ago. If you have a problem, say so, or else shut your mouth."

They had a glaring contest for a few tense seconds before Leon cleared his throat and broke the silence, "Guys, the grill is probably ready", he said quietly.

Vince got up and went out the kitchen door, slamming it loudly behind him. "What the hell's wrong with him?" Brian asked in confusion.

"I don't know", Dom said slowly.

"I'd bet it's something about me – but I'm not sure what", Alyssa said tilting her head.

"Aren't you gonna go deal with that?" Dom muttered in her ear, "Or should I?"

"I'll take care of it later", she said. "A better question: Are you going to leave him alone with flames?"

Dom groaned and pushed her off his lap while he stood up. "Come on guys, let's go outside."

Alyssa saw Jesse and Leon looking at each other warily as everyone walked out. She frowned realizing that she had been neglecting two of her favorite people. She sidled under Leon's arm in a side hug and reached over to ruffle Jesse's hair. "I've definitely missed you guys", she said grinning.

Leon looked down at her, "Wanna tell me what's wrong with Vince?" he asked pointedly.

Alyssa sighed, "I honestly don't know. I mean, I have something in my head nagging me, but it's fuzzy – I don't know what it is", she grumbled.

"The brain fuzzies suck", Jesse said seriously.

Alyssa giggled, "No shit, bro."

"Especially when nothing else is up there", Leon teased ruffling her hair.

She growled at him playfully, "Watch it, bud, I'll take you down", she threatened.

Leon grabbed her around the waist and tossed her over his shoulder unceremoniously. "Come on, let's go get some grub", he said.

Alyssa shrieked, "Put me down", she laughed and smacked his back. He just ignored her and followed Jesse outside.

--

"Oh my god", Alyssa complained from a high-backed chair in the living room. "He could have gotten us kicked out having that camera in there. That would have been bad for business", she grumbled.

Brian chuckled, "At least he was trying to be discreet with it", he said.

Alyssa rolled her eyes, "Trying being the operative word. Rome is as discreet as a rhino stampede."

Everyone was settled in the family room after dinner watching Brian and Alyssa's footage from Miami. They watched as the screen changed from a long scene at the beach where Alyssa had dumped a bucket of sand on Rome's head and he chased her down the beach to a close up of Alyssa and a tall, muscular man with blue eyes and black hair. Alyssa shot a quick look at Brian who was just a startled as she was. "I haven't watched this one", he defended.

She glared at him anyway. "Skip it she demanded."

"Al-" he sighed, "Come on. This wasn't-"

"Either shut up, or explain what's going on", Dominic demanded, interrupting their tired argument.

Alyssa shrunk back in the chair, "Never mind", she grumbled bringing her knees to her chest and rested her chin against them, wrapping her arms tightly around her legs, curling herself into a protective ball. She watched the scene silently; thankful the club they were at was so loud that their voices had been muffled.

She was having an argument with the man in front of her, that much was apparent to everyone. Alyssa heard someone to the left of her growl in disapproval – she figured it was Vince – at the viciousness of the glare the man was giving her. Her posture was stiff, chin tilted in defiance at the man that was nearly a head and a half taller than her. She had grown up in a house full of boys – a height difference didn't intimidate her. Alyssa was clearly giving the man a piece of her mind and he wasn't happy about it.

Brian appeared behind her and said something in her ear and she nodded and waived him off. Alyssa delivered a last parting shot and stalked off after Brian to the opposite end of the bar. The camera shut off.

"Who the hell was that?" Dom asked, looking between Brian and Alyssa.

There was several minutes of silence before Brian finally broke it with a sigh, "Nick Lawson", he said quietly. Alyssa shot him a warning look. "He's an… acquaintance", Brian said slowly.

"He's a narcissistic bastard", Alyssa muttered frowning.

Brian laughed aloud. "Yeah", he agreed. "But he's a narcissistic bastard that you had quite a bit of sexual tension with", he teased. Alyssa raised a pointed eyebrow at him and he promptly choked on his beer. "Aww, man", he groaned.

"I fucking hate that guy", Alyssa growled.

Brian sighed, "Sorry", he said quietly. "I didn't know."

"I've known him for years; he's never been my favorite person", she said finally. "Just drop it", she said.

"Wait a minute", Dom said tightly.

Alyssa closed her eyes and groaned, "What?" she hissed.

"He was the guy wasn't he?" Dom asked.

"Dominic", she pleaded, "Please don't ask."

"Wasn't he?" he snapped.

"What guy?" Mia interrupted.

Alyssa looked around the room briefly, remembering that they weren't alone. Her eyes finally landed on Dom's and she winced. He was annoyed. She gave him an even look in return. "Yes", she said flatly, "He was." Then she stood silently and went upstairs to her room and locked the door.