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With that, we hit the road. Pedal to the metal. This drive was all too familiar and had occurred all too recently. We headed down the highway, things flying by quickly. I knew Mia was trying hard to keep it within the speed limit in hopes of drawing no attention. But she was also nervous.

A flood of nausea overcame me.

"Pull over," I said to her urgently.

"What's wrong?" she asked, heading for an exit somewhere outside of San Diego.

"I'm gonna puke!"

She pulled off the road. I jumped out of the car, not even bothering to close the door. I grabbed my hair as I threw up, yet again. I had barely anything in my stomach so after the first round of liquid it was mostly bile and dry heaving.

"Are you okay?" she asked, taking charge of holding my hair and rubbing my back as I bent over.

"I don't know."

"Are you sick?"

"I don't know."

"Do you need to go to the hospital?"

"No!"

I stood back up and wiped my mouth. What was wrong with me? When I was a child I used to throw up when I got really nervous. And I was really nervous now, about so many things. Maybe that was just what it was.

"You okay now?" Mia asked, finding a bottle of water in the back of her car and handing it to me. It was hot but I didn't care.

I took the first sip and washed out my mouth. I drank the rest quickly. I nodded back in response to her question and we walked back to the car.

She merged back onto the highway and we continued our journey.

"Are you sure you're okay?" Mia asked, concern pouring out in every word.

"Yeah. I think all this shit has just gotten me worked up or something," I said to her. What else could it possibly be?

"You don't think it could be something more?"

"Like what?" I asked turning to look at her.

She shrugged. "I don't know. I've been too busy aiding fugitives to make it to medical school. But throwing up so much can't be normal."

Now it was my turn to shrug.

"You think you've got food poisoning or something?

"I haven't eaten since that pizza. And you're okay, so I don't think it was something I ate."

"You don't think you're pregnant do you?" Mia asked cautiously.

"God, fucking no!" I exclaimed, or more like shouted at her. "Don't even go there! It's just nerves, okay? And you're testing everyone of them right now."

"Okay. Jesus, I was just asking."

"No, no. Definitely not."

I flipped on the radio and scanned through the stations. I found one station that was playing hip-hop and figured that was something we could probably agree on. Just then the next song came on. It sounded like a remix. And was just so familiar. It took me a second.

"Holy shit, do you know what this is?" I asked her excitedly.

"No," she responded.

"This is the Teenaged Mutant Ninja Turtle theme song!" I said. I had not heard this song in years. It brought back so many memories. I remembered one year when I was a kid and dressed up like Michelangelo for Halloween. Dom had given me shit about it but I didn't care. I loved that costume. I would wear it now if I had it. And nunchuk his ass.

"What did they do to it?" she asked, commenting on how the 'remix' really strangled the original version.

"It sounds like they're raping my childhood," I told her. I couldn't listen to such disgrace. I changed the station.

We drove for about another thirty or forty minutes in silence. Before Mia finally spoke.

"Call Leon's cell," she suggested. "We got to tell them that we're coming down. And we need to figure out a place to stay."

"Okay," I conceded. I reached back into her purse for the cell phone and dialed Leon's number.

It rang several times before he answered.

"Yeah, hello?" Leon said, he sounded out of breath.

"Le, it's Letty. Why you out of breath?"

"Just got these lazy beasts to get their fat asses off the couch and go running with me."

"Why?"

"Ain't shit else to do down here. Can't sit around and drink beer all day or I'll lose my girlish figure," he joked on the other end.

"Wouldn't want that to happen," I smiled.

"Never. So what's up? How's tricks in LA?" he inquired.

"Ugh," I sighed. "Tricks are for kids. We're heading your way."

"Yeah?" he asked, optimistically. "Why? Where are you? You with Mia?"

"What is it with you guys and your multiple questions. Yeah I'm with Mia. We caught some heat so we gotta lay low for a while. We're about a half hour out."

"What happened?"

"Don't really know. Cops are buzzing like crazy right now though. Even went to question Jared and blowin' up Jesse's shit at the hospital. And then there was a little maneuver that we had to pull this afternoon. Everything's good though. We just figured better safe than in jail."

"Yeah. No I agree, girl. Get your ass back down here. Don't risk a thing. And Mia. Glad you're dragging her with you! Besides, we miss you."

"Well I'm not sure that everyone feels that way. But we're heading there anyway."

"What do you mean?"

"You know what I mean, Leon," I told him.

"Ah, Let, you know it's not even been…" he started. I cut him off.

"Listen I'm not staying at the house. Can you find us another place to crash?"

"You're not even staying here?" he asked. I could tell that he was personally offended by this statement. But that was a price I was willing to pay.

"No. So will you help us out or not?"

"Always, girl. Let me see what I can do. Call me when you get here."

"Okay," I said, hanging up the phone.

"So do you think going through the boarder is going to be…okay?" Mia asked, hesitantly.

"I don't think they give two shits who goes down into Mexico. It's when you come back you gotta worry." I tried to reassure her. But I didn't think much was going to reassure Mia right now.

By the time we crossed over into Mexico, the sun was hanging low in the sky. I was nervous and my stomach was churning. I didn't want to see Dom right now, and not like this. I spent the better half of the car ride just trying to not throw up. I had been surprisingly successful. We decided to stop off and pick up some things, since we left town in a bit of a rush.

We went into a drug store. I grabbed a basket and began picking out shampoo, conditioner, deodorant, toothbrushes, and all the other necessities.

"Do you want to get this too?" Mia asked. I looked down to see the item in her hand of which she was referring. The letters EPT jumped off the box. It was a pregnancy test.

"Why would I get that?" I asked condescendingly.

She shot me a look. "Don't you think it's better to maybe know?"

"Will you get off this kick? I'm not pregnant, okay?" I insisted.

"Fine," she said putting it back.

"Get some drinks and chips and stuff," I said to her.

After we had more than enough drug store crap, I decided that it was time to call Leon. I sent Mia to the register to pay and I stepped outside.

"Hey," Leon said after only two rings.

"We made it," I told him.

"Good. Listen are you sure that you don't just wanna stay here?"

"Never been so sure about anything in my life."

"Dom's pretty pissed that y'all are looking for somewhere else to crash."

"Why?"

"Because he misses you, Let."

That caught me a little off guard.

"He hasn't told me that. I'm pretty sure the last thing he said to me was fuck you. Not the most endearing thing I've ever heard."

"He's right here. Do you wanna talk to him?"

"No! Leon I don't. I want to talk to you about where Mia and I are gonna stay. If Dom wants to talk to me then he can man up and call me himself."

"Alright, chill. I's just asking. Yeah I found you a place. It's maybe about half a mile from where we're staying. Not a very nice place. But the guy I bought the Playstation from is renting it out and it's on the beach. He said that he'd meet you guys over there if that's what you want."

"That's what I want. Where is it?"

Leon gave me directions and Mia came out of the store, arms full of bags.

"Jesus, what all did you buy?"

"We need stuff. We don't have anything."

I took some of the bags from her and walked back over to the car.

"Did you talk to Leon?" she asked.

"Yeah, he found us a place about a half mile from the guys' place. He said it wasn't very nice, and if Leon's saying it, it must be really shitty."

"Great, I can't wait," she mocked enthusiasm.

We got back into the car and I read Mia the directions. We made it there and stopped the car out front. It was, as Leon had said, not very nice. In fact, that was an understatement. I was surprised it wasn't condemned. But it was on the beach. So I thought that it could have possibilities. And besides, hopefully we wouldn't be there for too long.

I got out of the car and Mia followed. There was another car in the drive so I assumed the man who was going to rent us the place was inside. I grabbed the gun just in case.

I opened the door; it creaked. Great, this house was straight out of a horror movie. Probably Norman Bates was on the other side of the door about to go Psycho on us.

But, much to my surprise it was a younger looking Hispanic fellow. He didn't look like he was going to kill us.

"Hola," I said trying to get his attention.

"Hola senioritas. Your friend said me you look for the places to rent, yes?" he said with a heavy accent. He was trying to speak English but failing miserably.

"Si, inmediatamente," I told him. (Yes, immediately)

"Este lugar está disponible," he replied (This place is available).

"Estupendo! ¿Cuánto es la renta?" (Wonderful! How much is rent?)

"Ya se ha pagado." (It's already been paid)

"¿Qué?" (What?)

"Se ha pagado." (It has been paid)

"¿Quién pagó?" I asked with immense suspicion. (Who paid?)

"Un hombre llamado Dominic," he informed. (A man named Dominic)

"What's happening?" Mia chimed in.

"Dominic paid the rent already," I told her.

"Oh, awesome," she replied casually, looking around at our humble abode.

"Yeah, wonder what strings are attached to that one," I replied.

"¿Cuál es el problema?" (What is the problem?)

"No, no problema," I attempted to reassure him. (No, no problem)

"¿Desea?" he asked, handing me the keys. (Do you want it?)

"Si, muchas gracias," I said, accepting the keys from him. (Yes, thank you)

"Dile a tu amigo seguiré en contacto." (Tell your friend I will be in touch)

"Bueno." (Fine)

And with that, he left. And we looked around at the place we were going to call home for an indefinite amount of time. Leon was right about his description. It was on the beach. I liked that. I left Mia to do whatever it was she felt a need to do and I walked out on the beach.

"What's up stranger?" I heard an all too familiar voice ask from behind me. A smile formed on my face.

I turned around to see Vince. I noticed the scar on his arm right away. It did look bad. I also noticed that fact that he had not shaved or cut his hair since well before Race Wars. He looked like he was actually trying to turn into a coyote.

"What's up teen wolf?" I said, walking towards him.

"Missed you girl," Vince said while coming in for a hug. I felt it in the closeness of his embrace. It was nice to be missed. It was even better to be with family.

"Missed you too," I told him softly.

"What are you doin' out here? Mia's already trying to get us to start cleaning!"

He led me back inside, before Mia went to come looking for us. Sure to his word, she was dusting things off and barking orders. Apparently the furniture in the den was just not in the right place.

"This can not work here!" she exclaimed as if it was the worst possible thing in the universe.

"Damn, it's like Armageddon's upon us!" I joked. It felt great to joke with them.

I noticed Dominic's absence. I appreciated it. But it also hurt.

I was pretending to dust the bookshelves. But having a hard time focusing on the task. They had a bunch of books. That was neat. I started scanning the titles as Vince and Leon moved furniture around to make the room a little easier to maneuver- at least according to Mia. One title stuck out to me. I recognized it from high school. I hadn't read it. But I think I was supposed to have.

"So do you know anything about Brave New World?" I asked to Vince, as he was the closest person to me.

"Yeah," he said, looking at the cover intently.

"Besides that it's a book?"

"No," he admitted.

I laughed. "I guess I asked the wrong person."

"What?" he asked, offended. "I read."

"Dude you can't even read a stop sign," Leon butted in.

I put the book down. I figured I would have plenty of free time to read anything I wanted. And since Mia had gone into another room, I used the opportunity to escape. Cleaning was never my thing. I walked back outside. The stars were out in full force. It was beautiful. The moon was so big and bright. I couldn't take my eyes off of it.

"You know the aliens won't take you if you act too eager," Leon joked. I hadn't noticed him coming outside.

"Shut up," I said punching his arm. "The stars are beautiful here. And the moon is huge right now."

"Yeah, it's pretty," he agreed.

"Thanks for helping out and finding us this place," I told him.

"No problem. I hate that you wanted me to do it. But I'm glad to be of assistance."

"I just couldn't stay with Dom right now."

"God, you guys just need to work it out!"

A brief laugh escaped my lips. "I don't think it's quite that simple."

"Only cuz you two are making it so hard. Do you have any idea what he's been like without you?"

"No because he ain't called me or anything. How would I know?"

"Well I'll tell you then. He's been fucking miserable, girl. He has been so miserable. I ain't never seen him so sad. All he wants to do is sit on the beach by himself and pound beers. He just wants to get into a drunken haze and then try to pass out. He wakes up and does it all over again. He doesn't wanna talk to anyone and is constantly on edge. I thought he was gonna punch V in the face the other day for just mentioning your name. He won't talk to me or Vince. He doesn't wanna have anything to do with any girls…"

"Huh, well that's a change," I scoffed, interrupting him.

"Wanna let me finish?" Leon interjected.

"Fine."

"He's not really even eating. Sometimes he'll just sit there and stare at the phone. It's weird. I'm really worried about him. He's just falling into like this depression. He stays up all night just sitting around going through Coronas or taking shots of fucking Wild Turkey. I didn't even know you could buy that in Mexico."

I couldn't help but laugh at that last part. Wild Turkey was disgusting. I remember Vince and Dom stealing it from Mr. Toretto when we were in high school. It made me nauseated just thinking about it.

"Are you saying that's my fault?" I asked him.

"No, definitely not," he continues. "But I think he feels like he lost the best thing in his world. The only time he would talk about it he said that he fucked it up so bad this time. He wanted to give you space. But that he didn't think he'd ever have the chance of getting you back. He said he'd ruined his life."

"You know, Le, this is real good and all. But he needs to be the one telling me this. Not you," I told him, looking out at the sea and trying not to get emotional.

"I know," he agreed. "Mia says Jesse's doin' a lot better."

"He is. Doctor says he can be out of the hospital in a few days. We got to figure out a way to get him down here," I told him.

"Yeah, we're working on that," he said vaguely.

"What does that mean?" I wondered aloud.

"I don't really know yet." He smiled.

We both knew that everyone would feel better after the whole family was together. Or at least in the same country.

TBC

AJ

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