Alex is not a morning person, she decided, her eyes narrowed at the rising sun. She was tired, but she couldn't sleep.
There was yet a mere twenty-four hours before the crew would be intercepting the tanker leaving Elvis's port and she couldn't shake the unsettling feeling in her gut.
Years have passed since the botched hijacking that left Vince fighting for his life in the ICU and ran Dom, Letty, and Leon out of the U.S. She had only been there in the first place to keep her from going after Jesse when he lost to Tran. Because she was fourteen and her record was clean, her straight A's had been the only alibi she needed.
Then it was different, as it had been an easy way to make money on the side. At least that had been the case before the truckers started arming themselves with double barreled shotguns.
Now, they were stealing whole fuel tankers with suped up Chevrolet trucks out of the goodness of their hearts. Alex scoffed at that, as she knew nothing came without a price.
But they weren't in it for the money, no. Dom had made that clear to the crew a week prior when they were perfecting their hitching technique with a borrowed tanker.
"Thinking hard, are we?" a voice called from beside her, one had became fond of in the past month. The sand shifted as the man sat next to her. "I could see the smoke from a mile away."
"You're an ass," she said, playfully punching him, a genuine smile on her face.
Han smiled back, nudging her with his shoulder. "I thought that's what you love most about me."
She hummed in response, returning her gaze to the rising sun spilling light over the horizon.
A moment passed before either of them spoke. "You don't have to do it, you know." She turned to him, her features remaining neutral. "Spray the hitch, I mean," he clarified. "Letty said she could do it if you decided you didn't want to."
Alex just shook her head, subconsciously tugging at the cuff of the maroon flannel, Han's maroon flannel, that she snatched on her way out.
"Letty can hardly keep balanced on a still tanker, let alone a moving one," she explained, setting aside her previous doubts. It had to be her, she knew, in order to keep Letty from unnecessary injury. "Besides, she has to help Dom distract the driver and escort you back to base."
"I suppose so," he admitted with a sly smirk. There was a brief, but welcomed pause, before he oh so gracefully pulled her into his lap.
Her legs were on either side of his hips, palms pressed flat against his chest as he brushed the coarse sand from her ass.
"Can I ask you something?" he asked, his warm breath ghosting her exposed collarbone. She nodded in response, welcoming the change of subject. "I know it's sudden, but if I asked you..." he started, unbuttoning the flannel he had been wearing the night before to expose her bare skin beneath. "To come with me to Tokyo..." He kissed her above the hollow of her throat. "Would you?"
Han pulled away and she looked down at him with furrowed brows, her hands on his shoulders.
Would she?
I don't typically do author's notes unless they are absolutely necessary, so I doubt there will be any past this point and I should get a few things out of the way.
Better Luck Tomorrow is canon and there will be light mentions of the events that played out in the film where Han is concerned.
Because this is a Han/OFC fanfic there will be no Gisele as her character would only cause unnecessary conflict between the two. She still exists within this universe, of course, because I can't do away with her completely for obvious reasons and there will be some mention of her, to acknowledge her character. There will be enough conflict between them without involving a third love interest. [I reworded this because I realized how this may come across to certain people and Alex is in no way meant to be a self insert/mary sue in Gisele's place that doesn't have her own lines].
This fic is four and a half years in the making, and it is something that I am particularly proud of. So I decided why not share it with the good people who appreciate fanfiction.