A/N: Okay, so I know that some of you were disappointed about the last chapter with the way Dom and Brian finally met up, but I promise I wrote it that way for a reason. And if you stick with it I promise the drama is only starting. I mean, seriously, this is where the comforting begins. And cuddling, etc.

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Chapter Eleven -

Dom remembered exactly how he had gotten into Camille's creepy drug basement/storageplace for captives as he practically dragged a semi-conscious Brian down the narrow halls, which was very difficult seeing as how they both could barely squeeze down the tight corridor.

Every second that passed felt like an eternity to Dom, and he couldn't seem to move fast enough out of there. Thinking about it, Dom realized he could move faster, but not with Brian in the condition that he was in. With every step they took Dom could feel Brian leaning more and more onto him, his feet became heavy, and his movements uncoordinated.

After what felt like years, Dom spotted the secret door that he had come in through. "Hang in there Brian," whispered Dom as he drew Brian closer to himself. There was only one problem now. How was he going to get both himself and a semi-conscious Brian up the ladder which led to the shack, which would lead to their escape?

Dom paused at the ladder, staring up at the heavy, metal door above them. Dom could only see one way of doing this. "Sorry Bri," whispered Dom as he sat Brian down and leaned him up against the wall. "But I'm going to have to leave you here for a minute or two."

Brian looked curiously at Dom for a second before what Dom was saying sunk in. Brian looked hurt and confused for no more than a split second before masking his true feelings away behind a tired smile. "Yeah, I understand," slurred Brian, drunkenly.

Dom felt bad and almost reconsidered leaving Brian after he had seen that look. He knew that Brian hadn't wanted him to see it and was trying to cover it with an easy smile. But even if Dom hadn't seen his hurt look, Dom knew Brian better than that.

"I promise I'll be right back," stated Dom as he rose to his feet, still staring down at Brian. "Yell if anyone else comes by."

"Okay."

Dom turned away from Brian a bit reluctantly, but he knew that he had to do this if he was going to get them out of there. Climbing up the ladder, Dom reached out one hand to the metal door above him and gently pushed, testing to see if it would open. To his surprise, it did without protest. Peeking out of the crack he had made in the door, Dom looked around to make sure that there was no one around inside the shack. It appeared to be empty, but Dom proceeded with extreme caution.

He slowly opened the hatch further, ready for an ambush if one happened, his muscles drawn taut in anticipation. But after a few uneventful minutes, Dom opened the hatch all the way and looked completely around the room. There was no one. Dom didn't know if he was relieved or more fearful.

Dom took one more glance back down at Brian, who was leaning, limply, against the wall, eyes half lidded, but still conscious , even if only barely. Satisfied that Brian would be okay for a minute, Dom disappeared into the small shack and made a dash for the front door. He was careful to make as little noise as he could as he crept through the flimsy house. Reaching the front door, body alight with the type of adrenaline and anticipation that one only gets from fear, Dom gripped the door knob with a clammy hand. Twisting until he heard a soft click before pulling the door open and taking a cautious peek outside.

It was all clear outside too. This almost seemed too easy. Where the heck was Camille? What other business could have been so important that he just had to up and leave two prisoners behind with only one guard? Something just wasn't sitting right with Dom, like that one time he ate that leftover risotto before seeing the green fuzzy thing that had made the bottom on the dish its home. He was sick for days after that. For a moment Dom found it weird how he was comparing food poisoning to this. They were so clearly unrelated that he was worried for a moment that he might have been drugged.

He really needed to focus. Doing a quick survey of the premises showed that no one else was there. And that there were also no vehicles.

What the f*ck! Cursed Dom to himself as he walked around the tiny shack. Had Camille left with the only mode of transportation? If that were the case Dom was just going to have to carry Brian and himself across the desert like plain and out of there.

Just when Dom had resolved to drag Brian out of there, he caught the glint of sunlight off something that was unmistakably metal in the distance. Hurrying to where he saw this metal, Dom was elated to find two black sedans parked conveniently behind a rather impressive looking boulder. There seemed to be a lot of giant boulders where ever they were at.

Picking one at random, Dom checked the car over carefully. There were no bugs, bombs, or traps as far as he could tell, and the car seemed to be unlocked. He opened the driver's side door, the dome light overhead coming on as he did so. It was unlocked, but the keys were no where to be seen.

Camille and Vikul are probably the only two who have the keys, thought Dom to himself after he had checked over the car three times for any place to hide the keys. But there's no way I'm checking Vikul for them. I've already left Brian alone for too long.

Dom reached under the steering wheel, ready to hotwire the car. It was at times like these where being a car fanatic really came in handy. The car roared to life under Dom's touch and steadily continued to purr as Dom moved out from under the steering wheel. Dom felt a moment of pride as he listened to the engine and began to look the car over. Other than it only had half a tank of gas, everything seemed to be fine with the car.

Okay, now to get Brian.

Dom left the door to the car open and made a dash back to the shack and down the secret hatch. Brian was right where he had last left him. Brian's head bobbed up and down as Brian tried his best to stay awake. "Brian," called Dom from above him. Brian's head snapped up at the bigger man.

"Dom," slurred Brian. "Can we go now? I'm exhausted."

"Yeah," breathed out Dom as he slowly started to descend back down the ladder. "Come on Buster. Let's get out of here." Dom stood carefully in front of Brian for a second before leaning down and gripping him before then preceding to throw Brian over one of his broad shoulders.

Brian was lighter than he should have been, not sickly so, but enough to make Dom's stomach twist up in knots. And even though Dom had lifted much heavier things than the young man, Dom found this simple act laborious. Dom knew it was because of his own time in captivity that had weakened him. But he couldn't dwell on that now. Brian had fallen asleep as soon as he had been flung over Dom's shoulder and now just hung limply there. Dom didn't know whether to feel relieved or worried by this.

Climbing up the ladder using only one arm and having to carry an unconscious person too, was much harder than Dom had originally thought, even when the ladder was relatively short. By the time he reached the top and had sort of flung/placed down Brian gently onto the floor, Dom had broken out into a sweat and was breathing hard.

After getting himself into the shack, Dom checked over Brian. He seemed fine. He was breathing okay and his pulse was normal, it would seem that he was just unconscious. Taking a second to catch his breath, Dom leaned over Brian and looked him over. The younger man was a bit too pale, a bit too skinny, and the dark bags under his eyes were a stark contrast to his skin. Dom was very concerned for Brian's all-around well-being. Although, he couldn't blame Brian for not sleeping well, God only knew that Dom hadn't slept well either.

Dom carefully lifted Brian up into his arms, after resting for a minute. Carrying Brian bridal style out of the shack, Dom was careful to mind Brian's head and was even more gentle with him as he laid Brain out in the backseat of the car.

Now to get the Hell outta here.

Dom easily slipped into the driver's seat of the car, closing the door with a light thud. He glanced once more to the sleeping body in the back seat before placing the car in drive and pulling onto the dirt road ahead.

The sky overhead was getting darker with every passing minute, all Dom could hear was the steady purr of the engine and Brian's soft breathing coming from the backseat. Something about that combination of sounds put Dom at ease. He was still jittery and on edge, but something about the feel of a powerful engine under him and the knowledge that Brian was safe and close helped him not to completely lose his head.

Again Dom glanced to the backseat, Brian's head laid halfway off the seat halfway on it, but for the first time in a long time he looked to Dom to be sleeping peacefully. Dom let out a contented sigh as the bright lights of Vegas came into view.

Good, thought Dom. He was running out of gas and he really should ditch the car as soon as he could.

Pulling into the first mini-mart Dom spotted on the outskirts of Vegas, Dom parked the sedan next to an empty red car with a spoiler on the back. Dom carefully checked the surrounding lot, it was dark and he didn't see anyone else there. Digging through the glove compartment of the sedan he procured a few items that he thought he could use in order to jack the car next to them.

The overhead dome light was blinding in the darkness of the parking lot as Dom got out of the sedan, closing the car door behind him with a heavy thud. His boots crunched against the gravel as he walked, steadily, over to the other car, staying vigilant for any passersby.

Dom was pleased when the car opened without incident under his careful touch. The last thing he needed was a car alarm going off. Moving back over to the car that he had taken from Camille, he opened the back door and pulled out a sleeping Brian. Dom carefully lifted Brian up into his arms, rolling Brian's head back gently until it rested softly against his shoulder.

I'm sorry Bri. Dom looked down at the sleeping form in his arms, chest twisting in pain, angry at himself for letting Camille hurt Brian. But I promise that I won't let him or anyone else hurt you ever again.

Dom placed the still unconscious Brian in the back seat of the little red, sports car, making sure that Brian wasn't going to roll off the seat as they drove before getting into the driver's seat himself.

As Dom hotwired the car to life and pulled out of the parking lot, he made a mental list of things that he would need.

Alright, I got half a tan of gas and not far to go. All I need to do is get to the safe house. From there I can get Brian medical attention and contact Mia- Crap!

Dom mentally cursed at himself. Everything he needed, including phone numbers, addresses, and fake IDs, were all in Brian's bag which was currently in the back of his Charger that was somewhere only Camille knew.

Crap! What are we going to do now! Dom's grip on the steering wheel tightened in frustration, but he quickly took in some deep breaths to calm himself. Calm down. It won't do anyone any good just blowing up over this. I'll deal with the details later, right now I need to focus on getting to the safe house and getting Brian some medical attention.

Calming down a bit and maneuvering through the dark, back alleys of Vegas, Dom was thankful that he had the foresight to call in a few favors when he had first come into the city. Recognizing the flashing, neon sign of a local bar that was situated across the street from a very bland, unsuspecting looking apartment building, Dom pulled into an alley that was closest to the bar.

Taking one last glance into the backseat, Dom opened his door and took off towards the front door of the bland looking building across from the bar. He stopped short in front of the wooden obstacle that kept him from getting in, and began banging furiously on it.

"I'm coming!" Dom heard someone yell from inside. "Who's there?" Asked the voice, not opening the door just yet.

"Daniel, it's Dom. Open up!" Yelled Dom.

Dom heard the scrape of a lock being turned and then the jingle of a chain as the door was slowly opened. "Dom?" Asked a rather tall, lanky looking fellow with a head of dirty blond hair. "For awhile there I thought you were dead."

"You got everything I asked you for?" Questioned Dom as he took in Daniel's appearance. It was obvious that the man had been asleep when Dom had arrived. Daniel stood at an impressive six feet, four inches tall and in nothing but his boxers. The man was definitely not expecting company.

"Yeah," answered Daniel with a stifled yawn. "I set two of the spare bedrooms up to your exact specifications."

"Okay, good. Now get some clothes on, there's some errands I need you to run."

Dom dashed back toward the alley as Daniel disappeared into his house to find some clothes. Dom made a mental list of things he and Brian were going to need and things that needed to be done while they stayed here. Because it was obvious that they were going to be here for awhile.

Dom carefully scooped up Brian into his arms again, and started feeling guilty about liking carrying Brian so much. Brian was certainly no damsel in distress, and Dom was sure that a conscious Brian would be less cooperative than an unconscious one. Dom could just see Brian now, protesting every step of the way about being carried like some helpless princess from a fairytale, even as he was bleeding and about to fall asleep. Dom laughed, he hoped he'd get to see that Brian again soon. He missed him.

But as Dom carried Brian bridal style across the street, another thought came to mind. What if conscious Brian wouldn't protest quite as much as Dom thought? What if, in fact, conscious Brian liked being carried by Dom? Images of Brian wrapping his arms tightly around Dom's neck and smiling up at him had Dom slowing in his steps. His thoughts slowly morphed from an angry and humiliated Brian to a seductive and playful Brian, who looked smugly up at Dom through his lashes before leaning up and kissing Dom full on the mouth.

Dom shook his head free of those thoughts as he felt heat start rising up through his body. Now was definitely not a good time to get aroused. He picked up his pace once more and continued to carry Brian into the house, where a now fully dressed Daniel awaited.

"The rooms are down the hall on the first floor like you requested," stated Daniel, moving aside so that Dom could carry Brian to the rooms. "Is that him?"

"Yeah," replied Dom gruffly.

"He looks sickly. Do you know what's wrong with him?"

"Not sure, but I'm thinking he's just malnourished and got pumped up with a mixture of drugs."

"Damn. We gonna need a doctor?"

"I don't know," Dom whispered, dejectedly, as they came to an empty room. "I'm not really sure what Camille was giving him. I'm hoping cutting him completely off from it and so drastically won't hurt him too much."

Daniel hummed in thought as Dom gently placed Brian down on the bed, checking him over once more. "I have a friend who's a bit more qualified in the medical field than me," started Daniel. "I could call her and have her come over and take a look at your friend if you'd like."

"It's unwise to have more than a handful of people know where we are," replied Dom, before he was immediately cut off by Daniel.

"She's trustworthy!" Blurted out Daniel, hastily. Dom looked up at Daniel, a look of uncertainty in his eyes. He wanted to get some real medical help for Brian, but also didn't want to put him in any more danger by telling more people than necessary where they were. Dom was sure Camille had informants all around Vegas. But, dang it, if Dom wasn't worried as hell for Brian's life! It was killing Dom not knowing what drugs Camille was constantly giving Brian and what long term effects it would have on him.

"Alright," conceded Dom with a sigh. "But don't call her just yet. I wanna watch Brian for a few days and see how he does before I jump to any conclusions."

"Alright Dom," replied Daniel as he moved to the mini-fridge he kept in the corner. "I guess it's safe to assume that we're gonna need to hook him up to an IV and drip fluids to him?"

"Yeah, I'm pretty sure we are."

Daniel moved to a shelf that was kept near the mini-fridge that was stocked with medicine and other medical essentials. "I have an IV and stuff in the other room too. I didn't know what kinda shape you and your friend would be in if you got here."

Dom hummed thoughtfully to let Daniel know he was listening as he moved back over to Brian's side, pulling the blankets out from under him and instead placing them over top of him.

"To be honest," continued Daniel as he connected IV bags to a pole, "I was shocked when you first came by and asked me to get two rooms ready and stocked up with as much medical supplies as I could get my hands on. For a second, I thought you wanted to use my apartment building as a torture chamber or something, since at the time you didn't look hurt at all. Except for that bloody gash on your arm you had me patch up, that is."

Daniel moved over to the side of the bed with Dom and sterilized the back of Brian's hand, after finding the peripheral vein that was located there. In a matter of minutes Daniel had efficiently hooked up Brian to the IV.

For someone who dropped out of medical school and instead opened a bar and owned his own apartment complex, Dom had to admit that Daniel never lost his edge. He handled the IV like he had been doing it all his life.

"Thanks Daniel," stated Dom as he and Daniel walked out of Brian's room, closing the door behind them as they went.

"No problem Dom," replied Daniel, giving Dom a big smile, looking for all the world unworried and carefree. "Now what were these errands you needed me to run?"

Dom scrubbed a tired hand down his face. There was stubble there; he'd need to shave. "There's a red sports car in the alley I need you to get rid of. Make it untraceable. Then I'm gonna need another car. Something that blends in, but is fast. Then some fake passports. You know anyone who can do that?"

Daniel gave him a look that made Dom quietly think that it made him look like he was trying to take a dump, which Dom figured was his concentrating really hard look. Daniel had always been a odd one.

"I think I might know someone," finally replied Daniel. "But I'd have to do some stealthy looking around first."

"Yeah, you do that, but later. Keep a low profile for now." For some reason Dom was getting sleepier and sleepier by the minute.

"Yeah, I will, but I think it would be good to get rid of that car now," replied Daniel, that carefree, easy-go-lucky smile returning to his face. "Why don't you just go rest for now, okay? Unless you have some wounds you need me to patch up."

"Naw, I'm good." If there was one thing that Dom would give Camille it was his ability to torture then heal a person. He knew just how much of a beating the human body could withstand and for how long until it needed to be repaired. He had repeatedly beaten and then patched up Dom over the course of however long he had been Camille's captive. Dom, himself, was even unsure exactly how long that had been.

"Good, then go lay down. I'll take care of the rest."

Dom nodded and turned to walk down the hallway when both he and Daniel heard a loud thump come from the far end of the hall. It sounded like it was coming from Daniel's room. Dom paused in his steps and turned to look at Daniel, one eyebrow up in question. "Toby?" Asked Dom.

Daniel gave Dom a sheepish grin as he shrugged. "Yeah," Daniel answered. "He doesn't like it when I'm gone from him too long. He gets antsy, as you can tell."

Dom laughed. "And how is he?"

"Good. Eating me out of house and home. But, hey, he's a big boy, it's to be expected, I guess."

"Well then, you should hurry up so you don't keep him waiting too long. I'd hate to see what he'd do if he got really impatient."

And with that Dom made his way back to his own room, that conveniently had a connecting door with Brian's. Daniel set off to get rid of the car Dom had stolen and work on getting him an new, fast, and untraceable one.

A/N: This really shouldn't have taken me this long to write this, but it did. With all the stress I've been having lately, I kind of gave myself a writer's block. So, it's all my fault this took so long to write and I'm sorry for that. But I want to thank everyone who is still following my story despite how long the wait between each chapter is, thank you.

Grammar mistakes. If you spot some let me know so that when the story is completely finished I can come back and fix them all at once. Thank you.