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(unfortunately, if I did, do you think I would be
writing a story? I seriously doubt that. I do however own my
original character who has yet to appear. You like her, use her, just
let me know.
Distribution: You think it's worth it, go for it, just let me know where so I can check it out
Authors Note: Takes place right after movie. Relationships remain same basically. Please review so I can get inspiration and know what Im doing right or wrong. Flames are always welcome but praise is much more fun.
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Quarter Mile At A Time
Chapter 1:
* I live my life a quarter mile at a time, for those ten seconds nothing else matters*
"Yah right," Dom thought to himself as he drove his car down the dusty Mexican road. No matter how much he didn't want to admit to it, his team mattered to him. Mia, Letty, Leon, Vince and Jesse. "Shit, Jesse. " Dom had let him down, the kid came to him for protection, Dom had promised his father that, and what happened, he let Tran shoot him up. Dom cursed as he slammed his fist into the steering wheel, before pulling a hard U-turn, dust flying every where. Dom pulled into a little diner, 'El something or other', Dom sucked at spanish, he was going to need a few Coronas in him before he made this phone call.
*flashback*
"No, Dom wait, stop, its over !!!" Mia yelled at the very pissed, determined form of her brother. He grabbed his .22 and hopped into the Charger, the engine roaring to life, and with a squeel of tires he was gone. That was the last Mia had seen of him.
She focused her attention onto the bloody form of Jesse. His eyes were glazed, and there was blood everywhere. She used his shirt to try and stop the blood from pouring out of her friend. Gingerly she reached into his jeans pocket, and pulled out his cell and dialed 911.
"I need an ambulance now, my friend was shot, he's dieing, please hurry," Mia begged into the phone as she gave the directions to their house. Jesse was still breathing, but barely, he was shaking, he was going into shock. She cradled his head in her lap, as the ambulance pulled up. An attendant gently moved Mia so he could look at Jesse.
" I've got multiple GSW to the chest, severe loss of blood, tell them to have an OR ready, we are moving now !!" Mia climbed into the ambulance numb with shock and fear of losing Jesse, and what would be the fate of Dom and Brian.
*end flashback*
The phone rang out in a deathly quiet house. " Hello ??"
"Mia ?", a familiar voice questioned.
"Brian, that you ?, her voice shaking.
"Yah, its me , look I know you must hate me but we need to talk. Please ?!"
"I dunno, fine, come by"
" I'll be there in 20 minutes" The dial tone rang in his ear, as he hung up the phone. Brian sat on his couch, in the middle of a very messy apartment. Beer bottles and take out boxes scattered all over the floor, clothes hanging everywhere, dust piled up. Brian let out a long sigh, as he pulled on a clean shirt, his last he guessed. He grabbed his cell, wallet and keys and was out the door. He climbed into his blue Toyota, put the key in the ignition and roared out of his driveway. The roads were fairly clear, and it let him think of what had happened in the last few monthes
*flash back*
"You know what you doing?," Dom questioned as he took the keys.
" I owe you a ten second car.", with a look of respect and a tight lipped smile, Dom roared away in the orange Supra, leaving Brian standing in the middle of the road, next to a destroyed Charger, as sirens wailed the announcement of their impeding arrival
***
"You just let him go ? What the fuck were you thinking O'Connor ???" The Captain screamed at him. Brian just shrugged.
"The FBI is gonna have your ass for this, you are so shoveling shit files for the rest of your life."
"Come on Brian, just help us find him, bring him in, and your ass is off the line." the Captain bargained with the stubborn blonde.
"You know what, fuck you! My friend is dieing in the hospital and you want me to turn Dom in"
"Do it or you are gone," was the statement he received. Brian reached into his pocket and retrieved his badge, he pulled the gun from the holster he was wearing, and threw them down on the wooden desk.
"Fuck it, leave them alone, Vince, Leon, Letty, everyone, leave alone, lay the entire thing on me, I don't give a fuck. You drop it, and Im gone."
"Brian, be reasonable. These street trash aren't worth it. But maybe if you..."
"Fuck you, leave them alone !" With that Brian stormed out of the office, and out of the precinct, leaving the only career he had ever wanted.
"O' Connor, get the fuck back here, O' Connor," the Captain screamed after him. His shouts fell on deaf ears. Brian walked back to his place, pulled out a picture of the team having a barbeque, grabbed a few Coronas and sank onto his couch.
*end flashback*
"God damnit to fuck," Vince yelled as he dropped his wrench for the millionth time. Sure he should be glad to have his arm, they almost had to amputate it due the extent of the lacerations, but he got lucky with just a snaking scar up his arm, and a dull ache. It just wasnt the same
"Here man, take a break," Leon advised as he rolled out from under the car they were working on. They were about to get back to work, when an engine roar, sent them running to the house. Out of the car got an all too familiar tall blonde. He jogged up the steps of the front porch before timidly knocking on the door. A ragged Mia answered and ushered him in, handing him beer. He had no sooner sat down when Leon and Vince came rushing in.
"What the hell you doing here ?" Vince barked at him. Brian winced at the tone but he knew he had it coming.
" I was thinking ya might be needing an extra hand in the garage," he bargained. No sooner had the words been spoken when Leon walked over and shook his hand, soon followed by a surprisingly happy Vince.
" You mind if I chat with Mia alone for a bit ?, then I'll come see if I can help out" They nodded their heads at him and headed back out to the garage.
"Look Mia, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was a cop, but I did it to protect you, I'm so sor..." His words were swallowed by Mia crushing herself to him. He wrapped his arms around her slim form and let out a breath of contentment. After a little more reunion and talk of what had become of his budding career, Brian went to join the boys in the garage. Things seem to be back to normal, almost.
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Riiiiinnnnggg......Riiiiiiinnnnnng....a telephone broke the peaceful atmosphere.
"Toretto's " Mia answered.
"Mia ? " a deep voice boomed into the receiver.
"Dom, oh my god, is that you ? Where the hell are you ? What are you doing" Dom was bombarded by the questions pouring out of his sister.
"Look Mia", his voice shaking, "I'm sorry about Vince, an' Letty, an' espcially Jesse. God Jesse, Mia I'm sorry I was't there for the funeral, I know I should have been but..."
"Dom, what you talking about, Jesse is alive" Dom felt like he has just been jackhammered in the chest.
" You serious ??" Silently begging she wasn't doing this to lay on a guilt trip about the truck heist.
"Yah Dom I am, you wanna talk to him, he's sleeping but I'll wake him up for you"
"Nah, I'm on my way"
"Dom wait, where are you..." Mia was answered by the click of Dom hanging up. "What the hell am I gonna do now ?" Mia wondered. Her thoughts were interupted by soft moans from upstairs. Mia grabbed a bottle of water and a bottle of pills before heading up the stairs, judging whether to tell them or not.
Mia became so busy with the diner, and Jesse and feeding her family, that she completely forgot about Dom's call and began to wonder if she had been dreaming it. She was sitting on the couch working on her studies for her courses, while Leon, and VInce fought over the Play Station 2 on the floor. Brian was back at his own apartment. An engine roar outside cut into everybodys activitites. Heavy thuds up the porch steps, made everyone jump up prepared to attack the unexpected visitor. The door swung open and everyone's jaw hit the floor.
"Dom" Mia mangaged to sputter out before walking over to his looming form and throw her arms around him and then abruptly pulling back and smacking him hard across the face
"Holy fucking shit" came the simultaneous response from Vince and Leon. Dom just starred at them not knowing what to do or say or how to react.
"Who's here?" came a weary question from the top of the stairs.
"Jesse" Dom's voice cracked over the single word.
Distribution: You think it's worth it, go for it, just let me know where so I can check it out
Authors Note: Takes place right after movie. Relationships remain same basically. Please review so I can get inspiration and know what Im doing right or wrong. Flames are always welcome but praise is much more fun.
**************************************************************************** *********
Quarter Mile At A Time
Chapter 1:
* I live my life a quarter mile at a time, for those ten seconds nothing else matters*
"Yah right," Dom thought to himself as he drove his car down the dusty Mexican road. No matter how much he didn't want to admit to it, his team mattered to him. Mia, Letty, Leon, Vince and Jesse. "Shit, Jesse. " Dom had let him down, the kid came to him for protection, Dom had promised his father that, and what happened, he let Tran shoot him up. Dom cursed as he slammed his fist into the steering wheel, before pulling a hard U-turn, dust flying every where. Dom pulled into a little diner, 'El something or other', Dom sucked at spanish, he was going to need a few Coronas in him before he made this phone call.
*flashback*
"No, Dom wait, stop, its over !!!" Mia yelled at the very pissed, determined form of her brother. He grabbed his .22 and hopped into the Charger, the engine roaring to life, and with a squeel of tires he was gone. That was the last Mia had seen of him.
She focused her attention onto the bloody form of Jesse. His eyes were glazed, and there was blood everywhere. She used his shirt to try and stop the blood from pouring out of her friend. Gingerly she reached into his jeans pocket, and pulled out his cell and dialed 911.
"I need an ambulance now, my friend was shot, he's dieing, please hurry," Mia begged into the phone as she gave the directions to their house. Jesse was still breathing, but barely, he was shaking, he was going into shock. She cradled his head in her lap, as the ambulance pulled up. An attendant gently moved Mia so he could look at Jesse.
" I've got multiple GSW to the chest, severe loss of blood, tell them to have an OR ready, we are moving now !!" Mia climbed into the ambulance numb with shock and fear of losing Jesse, and what would be the fate of Dom and Brian.
*end flashback*
The phone rang out in a deathly quiet house. " Hello ??"
"Mia ?", a familiar voice questioned.
"Brian, that you ?, her voice shaking.
"Yah, its me , look I know you must hate me but we need to talk. Please ?!"
"I dunno, fine, come by"
" I'll be there in 20 minutes" The dial tone rang in his ear, as he hung up the phone. Brian sat on his couch, in the middle of a very messy apartment. Beer bottles and take out boxes scattered all over the floor, clothes hanging everywhere, dust piled up. Brian let out a long sigh, as he pulled on a clean shirt, his last he guessed. He grabbed his cell, wallet and keys and was out the door. He climbed into his blue Toyota, put the key in the ignition and roared out of his driveway. The roads were fairly clear, and it let him think of what had happened in the last few monthes
*flash back*
"You know what you doing?," Dom questioned as he took the keys.
" I owe you a ten second car.", with a look of respect and a tight lipped smile, Dom roared away in the orange Supra, leaving Brian standing in the middle of the road, next to a destroyed Charger, as sirens wailed the announcement of their impeding arrival
***
"You just let him go ? What the fuck were you thinking O'Connor ???" The Captain screamed at him. Brian just shrugged.
"The FBI is gonna have your ass for this, you are so shoveling shit files for the rest of your life."
"Come on Brian, just help us find him, bring him in, and your ass is off the line." the Captain bargained with the stubborn blonde.
"You know what, fuck you! My friend is dieing in the hospital and you want me to turn Dom in"
"Do it or you are gone," was the statement he received. Brian reached into his pocket and retrieved his badge, he pulled the gun from the holster he was wearing, and threw them down on the wooden desk.
"Fuck it, leave them alone, Vince, Leon, Letty, everyone, leave alone, lay the entire thing on me, I don't give a fuck. You drop it, and Im gone."
"Brian, be reasonable. These street trash aren't worth it. But maybe if you..."
"Fuck you, leave them alone !" With that Brian stormed out of the office, and out of the precinct, leaving the only career he had ever wanted.
"O' Connor, get the fuck back here, O' Connor," the Captain screamed after him. His shouts fell on deaf ears. Brian walked back to his place, pulled out a picture of the team having a barbeque, grabbed a few Coronas and sank onto his couch.
*end flashback*
"God damnit to fuck," Vince yelled as he dropped his wrench for the millionth time. Sure he should be glad to have his arm, they almost had to amputate it due the extent of the lacerations, but he got lucky with just a snaking scar up his arm, and a dull ache. It just wasnt the same
"Here man, take a break," Leon advised as he rolled out from under the car they were working on. They were about to get back to work, when an engine roar, sent them running to the house. Out of the car got an all too familiar tall blonde. He jogged up the steps of the front porch before timidly knocking on the door. A ragged Mia answered and ushered him in, handing him beer. He had no sooner sat down when Leon and Vince came rushing in.
"What the hell you doing here ?" Vince barked at him. Brian winced at the tone but he knew he had it coming.
" I was thinking ya might be needing an extra hand in the garage," he bargained. No sooner had the words been spoken when Leon walked over and shook his hand, soon followed by a surprisingly happy Vince.
" You mind if I chat with Mia alone for a bit ?, then I'll come see if I can help out" They nodded their heads at him and headed back out to the garage.
"Look Mia, I'm sorry I didn't tell you I was a cop, but I did it to protect you, I'm so sor..." His words were swallowed by Mia crushing herself to him. He wrapped his arms around her slim form and let out a breath of contentment. After a little more reunion and talk of what had become of his budding career, Brian went to join the boys in the garage. Things seem to be back to normal, almost.
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Riiiiinnnnggg......Riiiiiiinnnnnng....a telephone broke the peaceful atmosphere.
"Toretto's " Mia answered.
"Mia ? " a deep voice boomed into the receiver.
"Dom, oh my god, is that you ? Where the hell are you ? What are you doing" Dom was bombarded by the questions pouring out of his sister.
"Look Mia", his voice shaking, "I'm sorry about Vince, an' Letty, an' espcially Jesse. God Jesse, Mia I'm sorry I was't there for the funeral, I know I should have been but..."
"Dom, what you talking about, Jesse is alive" Dom felt like he has just been jackhammered in the chest.
" You serious ??" Silently begging she wasn't doing this to lay on a guilt trip about the truck heist.
"Yah Dom I am, you wanna talk to him, he's sleeping but I'll wake him up for you"
"Nah, I'm on my way"
"Dom wait, where are you..." Mia was answered by the click of Dom hanging up. "What the hell am I gonna do now ?" Mia wondered. Her thoughts were interupted by soft moans from upstairs. Mia grabbed a bottle of water and a bottle of pills before heading up the stairs, judging whether to tell them or not.
Mia became so busy with the diner, and Jesse and feeding her family, that she completely forgot about Dom's call and began to wonder if she had been dreaming it. She was sitting on the couch working on her studies for her courses, while Leon, and VInce fought over the Play Station 2 on the floor. Brian was back at his own apartment. An engine roar outside cut into everybodys activitites. Heavy thuds up the porch steps, made everyone jump up prepared to attack the unexpected visitor. The door swung open and everyone's jaw hit the floor.
"Dom" Mia mangaged to sputter out before walking over to his looming form and throw her arms around him and then abruptly pulling back and smacking him hard across the face
"Holy fucking shit" came the simultaneous response from Vince and Leon. Dom just starred at them not knowing what to do or say or how to react.
"Who's here?" came a weary question from the top of the stairs.
"Jesse" Dom's voice cracked over the single word.
