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Chapter Ten -

Brian made his wobbly way down the narrow hallway, pushing himself off the sides of the walls as he needed.

Oh no, thought Brian as his thoughts began to slow, his vision began to blur, and his movements became sluggish. He could feel the effects of Camille's drug starting to kick in. While not as bad as it had been when he first started taking it, Brian knew that soon he wouldn't be able to focus on any one thought and walking would become difficult.

Shaking his head to clear his foggy vision, Brian pushed on through the haze in his mind, focusing on making it toward the source of the bright light ahead of him. But as he continued forward, the light ahead of him changed. He heard stomping and then a slam as the bright light went out like a candle against a strong wind.

Oh crap!

Brian was right. What he saw had been sunlight and a way out, but someone had closed the door to the outside world and was on their way back now. He had to hide, and quickly.

Running to the closest door, Brian slammed his body against it to stop from swaying everywhere and tightly gripped the doorknob. He twisted the knob, hearing a click as he did so before opening it and ducking inside, quietly shutting it behind him once he was completely inside.

Dom watched the TV screens, silently, as Brian stood, walked over to Camille, and kissed him. He had never felt such a strange combination of shock, rage, jealously, hatred, pity, guilt, and longing in his life. He watched with disgust as Camille gripped Brian's head, pulling it back by his soft curls and exposing that beautiful, pale neck. Oh, how Dom would love nothing more than to pull Camille off Brian, beat him to death, and then take over where Camille had left off. It was only too bad that Dom realized his feelings now. When there was no hope of him ever seeing Brian again other than through a TV screen.

Dom leaned back against the wall and continued to watch as Camille told Brian that he'd be back soon, a heavy sigh escaping between his lips as he leaned his head back and closed his eyes.

Dom had lost track of how many days he had been stuck there. Or how many days it had been since he had last seen Mia. Or even how long it had been since he last saw that tall Russian dude with the lazy eye. He had lost all track of time and he didn't even care. All that he cared about was trapped in another room, like himself, and his sister who was, hopefully, hundreds of miles away and safe. If only one good thing had come out of all this, it was that Brian had managed to protect Mia. He had managed to stall the three assailants long enough for at least Mia to get away. Brian was a good man. No! A great man. Dom supposed that the saying was right. You never knew what you had till you lost it.

Dom was tired, (so very tired) but couldn't sleep. He wished he could, but every time he closed his eyes terrible memories surfaced along with terrible creations of his own imagination. Memories of Mia running to him afraid and with tears in her eyes, screaming out that Brian was in danger. Memories of Brian, bound and gagged and being shoved into the back of a car. And memories of Brian getting beat and molested, over and over again. But some of the worst things were of his own creation. The dreams he had were so real that sometimes Dom would wake up not knowing whether they really happened or not. And they were always the same; Brian laying on the floor slowly bleeding to death looking up at Dom with pain and pleading in his eyes. And always with his last breath Brian would ask Dom why he didn't save him.

Dom swallowed the lump in his throat as he squeezed his eyes tighter shut, trying to will the images in his head away. He was so tired. All he wanted was a few hours of peaceful sleep. Just a few hours then he'd be okay for awhile.

Oh, God, thought Dom, this is worse than prison.

Dom sat quietly like that for a long while until he could feel the soft tendrils of sleep wrap themselves around his consciousness, slowly pulling him into sleep. But this sleep, Dom knew, would not be a peaceful one.

Dom heard the roar of a loud engine, its deep and steady purr comforting to him. He noticed that he was in a garage that was familiar to him and yet not. He felt like he had been in that garage before, but nothing looked familiar.

"Hey Kiddo," said a voice that Dom hadn't heard since he was little. Dom turned to see a tall, grease stained man walk around a black Charger. "My goodness, how you've grown."

"Dad," whispered Dom as he walked closer to the man who he recognized as his father.

"How have you been Dominic?" Asked his father, sadly, as if he already knew the answer, which he probably did.

"Is it really you?" Asked Dom, weakly, when he was only about a foot away.

"Yeah, it really is," answered his father as he spread out his arms, motioning for his son to come closer. "Come here, give me a hug." Dom did without a second thought. Letting his father wrap his strong arms around him, Dom returned the hug. "It's so good to see you. I've missed you so much."

Dom felt the sting of unshed tears burn the back of his eyelids as he squeezed his father. "We've missed you too Dad."

Dom's father released him and looked over him, proudly. "Come on. I'm just fixing up the Charger, you can help me while you tell me all that you and your sister have been up to."

Dom followed his father over to the Charger, whose black paint shined more beautiful than Dom had ever seen it before. The hood was popped open and tools lay scattered all around on top of the work benches.

"So, Dom, what have you been up to?"

Dom and his father talked for what felt like hours, each going about repairing the Charger, but it seemed that no matter how much they repaired of the Charger there always seemed to be more that needed to be fixed. Like an endless loop it seemed that the Charger would never get fixed. But that was okay with Dom. He was happy to just spend the rest of his life like this.

"Are you really Dom?" Asked his father out of the blue.

"What?" Asked Dom, sure that he hadn't said anything for the past ten minutes.

"Happy to spend the rest of your life like this?" Explained his father. "Working on this cursed car? Spending all your time with your dead, old man?"

"What?"

"Because I think there are a lot of living people who would like you to spend the rest of your living life with them. In fact, I do believe that there is one in particular that you'd like to spend the rest of your life with."

Dom eyed his father, curiously, as flashes of faces came rushing back to him. Rico. Tego. Mia. But wouldn't they all be better off without him?

"No, no, no," continued his father. "You're forgetting someone. Someone very special to you. Someone who needs you now. Think Dominic. Think really hard."

Dom did remember someone, but just glimpses of them. For some reason it was so hard to remember this person. He knew it was important that he did, like life or death. Then why couldn't he?

A flash of golden curls danced across his memory, disappearing too quickly for him to remember a face. Long, tan fingers gripped the sweating neck of a corona bottle. A bright smile and warm laugh resonated through his head. But still he couldn't remember a name or face. Just sensations and emotions, sounds and feelings.

"Come on Dom, you remember him," continued his father as Dom tried very hard to remember this person who meant so much to him.

He knew this person was special to him from the strong emotions that this person brought out in him. He remembered this person was beautiful, both inside and out. He remembered strong arms, a healthy laughter, a caring personality, a childish smile, and something else. Something awe inspiring. Something blue.

Then it hit Dom like a ton of bricks. A smile like the sun, short, golden curls, and brilliant blue eyes. Brian! How could he have forgotten Brian?

"Brian!" Dom exclaimed. "I have to save Brian!"

"And you can," stated his father, a proud and confident smirk spread across his face.

Dom awoke from his sound sleep by a loud thud. He quickly straightened himself out and tensed up his muscles, ready for any attack, but none came and no one was in his room. Glancing around, Dom noticed that he was alone. Then where did that noise come from? In the next minute he heard a click which he knew from experience meant someone had unlocked his door and was about to come in.

Dom stiffened his jaw and sat himself up in a crouching position, ready to stand and defend himself if necessary. Although, how well he could defend himself he wasn't sure, but he was going to give it his best. He watched the door with an intense, hawk like stare, ready for anyone who came through it. Or so he thought.

Dom was more than surprised to see a mop of familiar, blond curls come tumbling through his door. Confused, Dom glanced back up at the TV screens and, sure enough, Brian was no where to be found on them. Dom turned his attention back to Brian, who had yet to notice that Dom was there, and had his ear pressed flush against the wood of the door. Obviously, Brian was listening for someone.

Slowly rising to his feet, Dom stared at the pale, blue eyed man in incredulity, still not believing that Brian was really just standing in front of him. As he rose fully to his feet the chains that bound his hands to the wall rattled and jingled as Dom moved up, but they moved down by the force of gravity, pulling Brian out of his intense concentration.

As Brian turned, frightened by a sound that was amplified in his own ears do to the silence of the room and his own fear, he was surprised to see who was standing before him.

No way, thought Brian. It just can't be.

"Brian," whispered Dom, softly. He was scared that if he spoke too loudly that Brian would somehow disappear and he would awaken only to find that it had all been a dream.

"Dom?" Questioned Brian also in a hushed voice with a slight tremble to it. Suddenly, Brian's feet felt very heavy, like they each were cemented into the foundation. Which was odd because if they had been Brian figured he'd know.

His movements were sluggish and he felt ready to fall over any moment, but Brian somehow made it over to where Dom was chained. "Dom, is it really you? Are you really here?" He asked, still not believing what he was seeing, so he reached out his hand and touched Dom's shoulder. Brian let out a half bark, half laugh when his fingers met with soft, warm flesh. "You are."

Dom could only nod his head in agreement, too speechless to make his tongue be of any use. They stayed like that for a moment or two, just staring at each other, Brian's hand now fully resting on Dom's shoulder.

"I-I thought," stuttered Brian, breaking the silence, "Camille said- So, I thought that meant that he- And you were… Were dead."

Dom shook his head. It was the only thing he could do. For the first time in his life words seemed to evade him. But it didn't seem like Brian was having much more luck than he was at the moment.

"How long have you been here?" Asked Brian, finally taking in Dom's worn out appearance.

"I don't know for sure," answered Dom, gruffly, shocked by sound of his gravely voice from under-use. Clearing his throat, he continued, "Brian you need to get out of here."

"Yeah," mumbled Brian, absentmindedly, too consumed in looking over the chains around Dom's ankles and wrists to pay attention to what Dom was actually saying.

"Brian!" Barked Dom in a low voice, angry that the blond was ignoring him. "Get out of here while you still can!"

"Not without you!" Barked back Brian, finally looking up at Dom and meeting his eyes. Dom was taken back for a minute, forgetting just how intense those blue eyes could get and how fierce they could look. "I'm going to try and pick the locks."

"Okay," whispered Dom, still stunned by the intensity of Brian's blue eyes.

Getting down on his knees Brian looked over the metal cuffs around Dom's wrists. He wouldn't be able to pick that with an ink pen. But maybe if he took the pen apart and used the pieces inside of it he might be able to. It was worth a try.

Brian pulled out the pen from his pocket and started to break it apart. Dom just stared at him, curiously.

What does the Buster have in mind? Questioned Dom as he continued to watch Brian. He always knew that Brian was a resourceful one and clever with both his hands and tongue, that's what always made him dangerous.

Using a small, straight piece of plastic and a piece of thin metal that Brian had somehow scavenged from the pen, he began to try and pick the lock to Dom's left cuff open. It may have taken fifteen minutes, but Brian somehow managed to pull it off.

Dom stared at his free left wrist in shock and awe and then pride. If anyone could have done it, it would have to be his Buster. Dom then looked down at his other wrist that Brian was now diligently working on. Brian was working hard, but something seemed wrong. Brian's hand kept slipping, he was perspiring more, and he was constantly rubbing his eyes like something was in them. Then it dawned on Dom what was wrong with Brian. The drug that Camille was constantly pumping into Brian's system was probably now in full effect, giving Brian a difficult time with his job.

"Brian, are you okay?" Asked Dom, concerned if Brian was pushing himself too hard.

"Yeah, I'm fine," mumbled back Brian, not looking away from what he was doing, but stopping to wipe at his eyes again.

After another grueling sixteen minutes Brian was able to free Dom's right wrist, but now he was panting hard and his vision was so blurry that, to Brian, there looked to be a permanent fog everywhere.

"Give those to me," said Dom as he kneeled down in front of Brian and held out his hands for the lock picking tools. Brian looked up at him, eyes watery and brow dripping with sweat. Brian found it pathetic how worn out he got from just picking two locks. Sighing heavily, Brian stretched out his hand and shakily released the tools into Dom's steady hand.

Dom did not like the way Brian's hands were shaking or the way he was breathing so hard. He needed to get Brian out of there and fast. Taking the tools, Dom set to work on trying to pick the locks at his ankles. But just as he got started and Brian sat down, the door to his room swung open.

Dom and Brian both looked up, simultaneously, to the figure standing at the door. Brian's blood ran ice cold as his heart leapt up to his throat. There silhouetted by the bright florescent lights of the hall stool Vikul, all 243 imposing pounds of him. Brian and Dom sat as still as stone.

Vikul let out a hoarse growl before angrily spitting out, "Stupid suka," and marching over to were Brian sat.

Brian tried to scramble to his feet. There was going to be a fight and since Dom was still chained to the wall, Brian knew it was going to be between him and Vikul. Brian didn't hold much hope of himself lasting very long in a fight, but maybe he could hold him off long enough for Dom to get free. If he could just manage that then he'd be okay with dying like this.

Trying to place his feet under himself, Brian tried to stand quickly, but his feet wouldn't cooperate with him and he slipped twice before managing to get to his knees. Vikul laughed at the spectacle.

"Aw, what's the matter? Poor suka can't get to his feet?" Mocked Vikul.

"No, he can't. But I can," stated Dom, next to Vikul in an instant, one leg free while the other one was still chained to the floor. Dom pulled back his fist and landed a perfect shot right across the big man's jaw, sending Vikul reeling back a bit.

Dom was seeing red with anger as he clenched his fists tighter together. No one was going to hurt Brian anymore. In the next second, Vikul came at Dom, swinging his own fists. Dom put up his arms as Vikul came at him with a right jab to the face, effectively blocking the blow. Dom came back with a jab of his own, but his landed perfectly across Vikul's ribs. The big man didn't even look like he felt it, which was pretty impressive considering Dom was no chump when it came to throwing punches.

Reeling back his fist, Dom continued to throw punches into Vikul's ribs. After about three more, Vikul was able to maneuver his arm around and sent a punch straight to Dom's chin, pushing Dom off of him and stopping his onslaught of punches. Dom took a step back, catching himself before attacking Vikul again. He couldn't let up off of Vikul even for a second. Brian's life was on the line.

Dom went as far as the chain on his ankle would let him, stretching it out every centimeter he could. He kept himself firmly between Vikul and Brian. There was no way he was letting the brute near his Brian.

Brian could only stare on in horror as the big Russian and Dom went one on one in front of him, throwing punches everywhere. Everything seemed to move in slow motion to Brian, his mind too muddled to focus on anything and his body too tired to want to move. But in his moments of clarity Brian knew that he had to do something to help Dom. But what?

Dom was hating the chain attached to his leg at the moment. Vikul knew that the chain was keeping him attached to the wall, so Vikul would throw a punch and then back off to were Dom couldn't reach.

Douche.

Dom would reach for Vikul, only to be stopped short by the tight pull of the chain. It went on like this for a while before Brian was able to stand on his own two feet and able to see straight in front of himself.

Knowing that if he didn't do something soon Dom would be dead when Camille returned, Brian willed all the strength he could and took of in a dead run toward Vikul, slamming his whole body into him right across Vikul midsection.

Vikul's lungs released all the air they held as he and Brian went toppling over and onto the floor. Using the element of surprise, Brian managed to land two punches at Vikul's face and a kick to his thigh before he was forcibly pushed off of Vikul.

Dom stood momentarily surprised when he reeled back to hit Vikul and instead saw Vikul go toppling to the ground. Dom didn't have time to react before Brian landed a few punches and was pushed across the room, his back hitting the wall with an ominous thud. Dom did not like that sound. He liked even less how Brian's head flopped around like a lifeless rag doll and how afterward he just sat there, motionless.

Feeling nothing but pure rage, Dom practically blacked out for a moment, his vision blurring around the edges. The only sound he could hear was the rush of his blood running quickly, furiously, through his head. When he came back to he was on top of an unconscious Vikul who was black, blue and red. His fists stung and were busted and bloody.

Whoa, thought Dom to himself, just now noticing that in his rage he had managed to break himself free of the chain. Weak link.

Finally coming down from his high, Dom took a few breaths to calm his shaking hands as the adrenaline wore off.

Brian!

Turning around he spotted the blond, still limp and unresponsive propped up in an uncomfortable position against the wall. Dom quickly ran over to him before kneeling before him and looking him over.

He was breathing, which was always a good thing, but that didn't mean he didn't suffer some brain damage. Gently checking for any broken bones, Dom ran his hands carefully over Brian's body, making sure that there were no bones sticking up at odd angles or anything.

"Brian," called Dom, softly as he gently patted the side of Brian's face. "If you can hear me, please wake up. You need to wake up. Please."

Dom continued to gently slap Brian across the face. He needed him to wake up. But after a few minutes it looked like he wasn't going to. Dom felt himself begin to shake and it wasn't from the adrenaline. "Bri?" He tried again, but when he got no response he felt warm tear burn the insides of his eyelids. "Oh, God, Brian. I'm so sorry. If I had only been stronger. Or faster. Or… I'm so sorry." The warm tears stinging his eyelids finally spilled over and dripped down his face.

Dom squeezed his eyes shut tightly, using the one hand that wasn't cupping Brian's cheek to furiously scrub away his tears. As Dom was getting the last of the tears off of his cheeks a sound stopped him in his tracks.

It sounded like someone was literally gargling words. Dom looked down at Brian, who's eyes moved behind his eyelids and lips moved. "Gah, my head hurts," mumbled Brian as his eyes slowly opened. "Dom."

Dom couldn't contain his joy at seeing those baby blue eyes looking at him again. "Brian!" He practically cried.

"Dom," said Brian again, "let's get out of here. And can we stop somewhere and get me something for my major headache?"

Dom couldn't help but laugh. Count on Brian to make a joke out of a serious situation. "Sure we can Buster," answered Dom as he bent down closer to Brian, lifting one of Brian's arms up and hauling it over his shoulder. "Let's get out of here."

Dom easily hoisted Brian and himself off of the floor, even after being beaten and practically starved for a week, Dom knew that when it came to Brian he would always find the strength. Always.

A/N: And there's another chapter up. See? I promised that I'd have it up sooner than the last one and I did. I am ashamed to say, though, that I wasn't too proud of my last chapter. It ate at me until I wrote a better, longer one. If you like it let me know so I will keep writing. Let me hear your thoughts on this chapter or what not. Hate it? State it. Just try and be constructive about it. I love to hear your thoughts!

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Thanks again to everyone for reading and sticking with me through this long story.