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Author's Note to my few happy reviewers: Chadlindberggurl and Angelcheeks - You said they were happy that I didn't kill off Jesse, but if you read this second chapter, you will see quite clearly that I DID.for like 3 seconds. LOL. Sorry, I felt evil and needed to severely traumatize and scare people and at the moment all the Jesse/Chad Linberg fans seemed the easiest target. My bad. Chadlindberggurl and Blaze: Thanks for the title ideas, but I'm still not sure either of those or any of the ones I came up with would fit, so I'm still leaving it untitled for now. And one last note for Chadlindberggurl: THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR HELP!!! And just so nobody falls over dead from boredom, ON WITH THE STORY. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Krysta squinted in the bright light as she stepped out of her car in the morning at a rest stop which, according to her map, was about 100 miles out of Los Angeles. She grabbed her backpack and headed to the bathroom, where she rinsed her lightly tanned face and brushed her long red-with-black- streaks hair. She applied some clear mascara and glossy chap stick and then went back outside and put the top down on her car. She sat in it looking at her map for a few minutes and then pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the same highway she had been on for the last 5 days.
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"Yo Jesse you okay?" Vince shouted as he pulled his head out from under the hood of the '69 Ford Mustang he was working on. He generally wasn't a very emotional guy, but Jesse was one of his best friends. He was constantly looking out for him, especially now that he had only been out of the hospital for 2 days. He had his own scars from that day, still so fresh in his mind, but he had only had to get his arm sewed up and have a minor blood transfusion, whereas Jesse had died on the way to the hospital and just barely been revived and had needed major heart and lung surgery immediately and had been in the hospital for 6 months. Vince felt for the kid.
"Yeah I'm fine," Jesse called from the office, where he was working at the computer. Vince could almost hear the pain in Jesse's voice.
"How long's it been since you last took your meds?" Vince asked as he wiped his hands on a rag and walked into the office.
"I took 'em this morning when Mia told me to," Jesse winced as he spoke.
"Don't bullshit me, Jesse," Vince growled in a caring but hard tone, "When was the last time you REALLY took them?"
"3 days ago," Jesse blushed and looked at his hands, "I don't like 'em V. They make me sick and I can't stand the damn things." Dom walked in and heard the last of the conversation. He shook his head grimly and walked right back out. A few minutes later he cam back with a glass of water and a little orange prescription bottle and set then in front of Jesse and then stood back with his arms crossed.
"Take 'em," he said, "no excuses. I don't care if they make you puke your guts out. I want my mad scientist back one hundred percent ASAP." Jesse sighed and swallowed one of the little white pills and washed it down with the water.
"Happy now?" He groaned.
"No," Dom said, "but I will be as soon as you're back to normal."
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Krysta was finally in L.A., and she was happy with what she saw so far. She grinned as she passed a Ben & Jerry's Scoop Shop and quickly pulled a U turn into the parking lot. She ordered 2 scoops of Half Baked in a dish and sat down to eat it.
"Are you new to L.A.?" the waitress asked, trying to make conversation, since it was a slow day.
"How did you guess?" Krys asked.
"New York accent," the waitress admitted, and then looked out the window at Krys's car, "you race?"
"Maybe," Krys hid a smile.
"The racers around here meet every night at an old warehouse in the industrial blocks," the waitress informed her, "Dominic Toretto and his team basically rule the street racing scene here in L.A., but Lance Tran and his pathetic goon squad have always been second best and don't like it. I wouldn't get between Toretto and Tran any day."
"Thanks for the tip," Krysta grinned as she threw her empty dish and spoon in the trash and left.
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"Hey Mia, how's it going?" Brian asked as he walked into the cafe/store from the hallway that lead back and forth from the garage and gave her a kiss. After Dom drove off in the Supra, Brain had basically told Sergeant Tanner to go fuck himself and handed over his badge. The team had accepted him after hearing about it and Mia had forgiven him and now they were a couple.
"Slow," Mia replied, "it's not quite lunchtime, so nobody is here yet."
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"I'm hungry," Krysta said to no one in particular, since she was alone in her car. She drove aimlessly around L.A. for a while until she saw a place with several cars that only racers would drive parked in front. She pulled up across the street and got out. She walked along the row of cars, surveying each one with a grin on her face. A red Mazda Rx-7 was at the front and directly behind it was a pinkish-purple Nissan 240sx and then a white VW Jetta with blue decals and then a dark blue Nissan Maxima and a yellow Nissan Skyline. Behind that was a light blue Chevy Impala and last in line was a red-orange Toyota Supra Turbo.
'I think I'm gonna like it here,' Krys thought as she turned around and walked inside the small general store/cafe. She sat down at the bar and grabbed one of the menus sitting there.
"Welcome to Toretto's. I'm Mia. Can I get you anything?" a skinny brunette asked as she walked over.
"Yeah, how about a tuna sandwich and a Corona?" Krys pulled out her license and showed it to the young woman, who looked about the same age or maybe a year or two younger than herself.
"Sure," Mia replied, and grabbed the Corona from the fridge and handed it to Krys, then went to make the sandwich. Krys stood and wandered around, and then stopped dead in her tracks when she took a closer look at the guy Mia had been talking to when she walked in.
"Oh my god! Brian? Is that you?" she squealed as she ran over and hugged her old friend, "What are you doing here? I thought you moved to San Francisco and became a" she paused and shuddered dramatically "cop."
"I did," Brian looked at his feet, "because of my background in New York, they put me undercover as a new street racer in town here and I met Mia and Dom and the guys and I didn't want to go back." He smiled lovingly over at Mia.
"I know how that is," Krys nodded, "I'm happy that you finally found somewhere to fit in." She patted her old friend on the back. She turned to see Mia standing there with a dazed look on her face.
"Hi, I'm Krysta Hayes, but please call me Krys," she stuck out her hand and Mia shook it, "I'm sure Brian has told you absolutely nothing about me."
"Ummm, sorry, no," Mia replied, handing Krys her sandwich. Krys took a bite.
"She makes good tuna," Krys said to Brian, who cracked an amused smile and chuckled.
"I know!" He agreed, but Krys heard a quiet "bullshit" from the back of the room.
"Excuse me? I don't think I quite heard that, Vince," Mia asked in a sarcastically offended voice. Krys turned and locked eyes with a scruffy brown-haired man with tattoos all up and down his arms wearing a grease- smeared red tank top and an equally dirty pair of faded blue jeans. She kept telling herself it was rude to stare, but she couldn't take her eyes off him, and he stared right back at her.
"Krys? KRYS? Hello? Anybody home in there?" Brian waved his hand in front of her face and she looked over at him.
"What?" she asked.
"Looks like somebody's got the hots for a specific scruffy tattooed man," Brian teased.
"Shut up, you annoying little man-whore," Krys punched him in the arm.
"Oh I'm sorry, Miss Bad-Ass Bitch," Brian held up his hands in mock defeat, "Anyway, I want you to meet everybody, "Guys can you come up here for a minute?" Vince sauntered towards them from where he had been leaning against the far wall and a skinny blonde guy came in through the hall at the back followed by a somewhat larger bleach-blonde guy and after a few moments a large, heavily muscled bald man came in, with his arm around the shoulders of a petite but muscular Latino woman.
"Everybody, this is my old friend from New York, Krysta Hayes," Brian introduced her, and then pointed to each person as he said their name, "You sort of already met Vince Monroe over there and that's Leon Sullivan and then Jesse 'the Mad Scientist' Thompson and then Mia's big brother, Dominic Toretto, but everybody calls him Dom and that's his girl Leticia Garcia, more commonly known as Letty." A round of "hi"s and "hello"s and "how you livin girl?"s went around the group.
"What does she drive?" Vince asked. Brian shrugged.
"It's been a while and I haven't looked outside yet," he said, "What DO you drive now?"
"2003 Dodge Viper Rt-10 convertible," Krys said and heard a couple whistles and a "niiiiiice" from the general direction of Jesse, and then a thought dawned on her and she squealed like a 5 year whining for a cookie, "Oooh ooh Brian I wanna do my trick! Come outside and I bet I can guess which car belongs to whom!"
"Ummm.sure, if everybody has the time," he raised his eyebrows in question as he glanced around at the team. The all shrugged or nodded and Dom said "sure, why not?" Krys smiled excitedly and grabbed her Corona and led everybody outside to the line of beautiful cars park in front of the door.
"Hmmm let's see.from what I hear Dom is the self-proclaimed King around here, so I'd say that this red Mazda Rx-7 in front is his," Krys got that right on her first try, and she moved to the next car, "Letty is respected around here and she's Dom's girlfriend, so I'd say that this fuscia Nissan 240sx is hers." She got a nod from Letty and continued, "Ooh this is predictable. My very own Mad Scientist had a Jetta, so I'll say this one is Jesse's." Jesse nodded. Krysta but her lip and skipped the next car and moved on to the dark blue Nissan Maxima, "Hmmm.scruffy car must belong to scruffy man." She looked over at Vince with raised eyebrows and he grunted. "Mia," Krys said without even stopping to really look at the pale blue car. "New guy is always last. Nice Supra, Brian. The skyline must be Leon's then." She took a much-needed sip of her Corona and finished it off, while everyone looked at her approvingly.
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Whoa that was longer than I meant for it to be. Oh well. What do you think? REVIEW!! If you have any better ideas for a title for this, please put them in your review or email me at theflamingsafetypinnazi@hotmail.com
Author's Note to my few happy reviewers: Chadlindberggurl and Angelcheeks - You said they were happy that I didn't kill off Jesse, but if you read this second chapter, you will see quite clearly that I DID.for like 3 seconds. LOL. Sorry, I felt evil and needed to severely traumatize and scare people and at the moment all the Jesse/Chad Linberg fans seemed the easiest target. My bad. Chadlindberggurl and Blaze: Thanks for the title ideas, but I'm still not sure either of those or any of the ones I came up with would fit, so I'm still leaving it untitled for now. And one last note for Chadlindberggurl: THANK YOU SOOOOOO MUCH FOR ALL YOUR HELP!!! And just so nobody falls over dead from boredom, ON WITH THE STORY. * * * * * * * * * * * * * *
Krysta squinted in the bright light as she stepped out of her car in the morning at a rest stop which, according to her map, was about 100 miles out of Los Angeles. She grabbed her backpack and headed to the bathroom, where she rinsed her lightly tanned face and brushed her long red-with-black- streaks hair. She applied some clear mascara and glossy chap stick and then went back outside and put the top down on her car. She sat in it looking at her map for a few minutes and then pulled out of the parking lot and back onto the same highway she had been on for the last 5 days.
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"Yo Jesse you okay?" Vince shouted as he pulled his head out from under the hood of the '69 Ford Mustang he was working on. He generally wasn't a very emotional guy, but Jesse was one of his best friends. He was constantly looking out for him, especially now that he had only been out of the hospital for 2 days. He had his own scars from that day, still so fresh in his mind, but he had only had to get his arm sewed up and have a minor blood transfusion, whereas Jesse had died on the way to the hospital and just barely been revived and had needed major heart and lung surgery immediately and had been in the hospital for 6 months. Vince felt for the kid.
"Yeah I'm fine," Jesse called from the office, where he was working at the computer. Vince could almost hear the pain in Jesse's voice.
"How long's it been since you last took your meds?" Vince asked as he wiped his hands on a rag and walked into the office.
"I took 'em this morning when Mia told me to," Jesse winced as he spoke.
"Don't bullshit me, Jesse," Vince growled in a caring but hard tone, "When was the last time you REALLY took them?"
"3 days ago," Jesse blushed and looked at his hands, "I don't like 'em V. They make me sick and I can't stand the damn things." Dom walked in and heard the last of the conversation. He shook his head grimly and walked right back out. A few minutes later he cam back with a glass of water and a little orange prescription bottle and set then in front of Jesse and then stood back with his arms crossed.
"Take 'em," he said, "no excuses. I don't care if they make you puke your guts out. I want my mad scientist back one hundred percent ASAP." Jesse sighed and swallowed one of the little white pills and washed it down with the water.
"Happy now?" He groaned.
"No," Dom said, "but I will be as soon as you're back to normal."
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Krysta was finally in L.A., and she was happy with what she saw so far. She grinned as she passed a Ben & Jerry's Scoop Shop and quickly pulled a U turn into the parking lot. She ordered 2 scoops of Half Baked in a dish and sat down to eat it.
"Are you new to L.A.?" the waitress asked, trying to make conversation, since it was a slow day.
"How did you guess?" Krys asked.
"New York accent," the waitress admitted, and then looked out the window at Krys's car, "you race?"
"Maybe," Krys hid a smile.
"The racers around here meet every night at an old warehouse in the industrial blocks," the waitress informed her, "Dominic Toretto and his team basically rule the street racing scene here in L.A., but Lance Tran and his pathetic goon squad have always been second best and don't like it. I wouldn't get between Toretto and Tran any day."
"Thanks for the tip," Krysta grinned as she threw her empty dish and spoon in the trash and left.
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"Hey Mia, how's it going?" Brian asked as he walked into the cafe/store from the hallway that lead back and forth from the garage and gave her a kiss. After Dom drove off in the Supra, Brain had basically told Sergeant Tanner to go fuck himself and handed over his badge. The team had accepted him after hearing about it and Mia had forgiven him and now they were a couple.
"Slow," Mia replied, "it's not quite lunchtime, so nobody is here yet."
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"I'm hungry," Krysta said to no one in particular, since she was alone in her car. She drove aimlessly around L.A. for a while until she saw a place with several cars that only racers would drive parked in front. She pulled up across the street and got out. She walked along the row of cars, surveying each one with a grin on her face. A red Mazda Rx-7 was at the front and directly behind it was a pinkish-purple Nissan 240sx and then a white VW Jetta with blue decals and then a dark blue Nissan Maxima and a yellow Nissan Skyline. Behind that was a light blue Chevy Impala and last in line was a red-orange Toyota Supra Turbo.
'I think I'm gonna like it here,' Krys thought as she turned around and walked inside the small general store/cafe. She sat down at the bar and grabbed one of the menus sitting there.
"Welcome to Toretto's. I'm Mia. Can I get you anything?" a skinny brunette asked as she walked over.
"Yeah, how about a tuna sandwich and a Corona?" Krys pulled out her license and showed it to the young woman, who looked about the same age or maybe a year or two younger than herself.
"Sure," Mia replied, and grabbed the Corona from the fridge and handed it to Krys, then went to make the sandwich. Krys stood and wandered around, and then stopped dead in her tracks when she took a closer look at the guy Mia had been talking to when she walked in.
"Oh my god! Brian? Is that you?" she squealed as she ran over and hugged her old friend, "What are you doing here? I thought you moved to San Francisco and became a" she paused and shuddered dramatically "cop."
"I did," Brian looked at his feet, "because of my background in New York, they put me undercover as a new street racer in town here and I met Mia and Dom and the guys and I didn't want to go back." He smiled lovingly over at Mia.
"I know how that is," Krys nodded, "I'm happy that you finally found somewhere to fit in." She patted her old friend on the back. She turned to see Mia standing there with a dazed look on her face.
"Hi, I'm Krysta Hayes, but please call me Krys," she stuck out her hand and Mia shook it, "I'm sure Brian has told you absolutely nothing about me."
"Ummm, sorry, no," Mia replied, handing Krys her sandwich. Krys took a bite.
"She makes good tuna," Krys said to Brian, who cracked an amused smile and chuckled.
"I know!" He agreed, but Krys heard a quiet "bullshit" from the back of the room.
"Excuse me? I don't think I quite heard that, Vince," Mia asked in a sarcastically offended voice. Krys turned and locked eyes with a scruffy brown-haired man with tattoos all up and down his arms wearing a grease- smeared red tank top and an equally dirty pair of faded blue jeans. She kept telling herself it was rude to stare, but she couldn't take her eyes off him, and he stared right back at her.
"Krys? KRYS? Hello? Anybody home in there?" Brian waved his hand in front of her face and she looked over at him.
"What?" she asked.
"Looks like somebody's got the hots for a specific scruffy tattooed man," Brian teased.
"Shut up, you annoying little man-whore," Krys punched him in the arm.
"Oh I'm sorry, Miss Bad-Ass Bitch," Brian held up his hands in mock defeat, "Anyway, I want you to meet everybody, "Guys can you come up here for a minute?" Vince sauntered towards them from where he had been leaning against the far wall and a skinny blonde guy came in through the hall at the back followed by a somewhat larger bleach-blonde guy and after a few moments a large, heavily muscled bald man came in, with his arm around the shoulders of a petite but muscular Latino woman.
"Everybody, this is my old friend from New York, Krysta Hayes," Brian introduced her, and then pointed to each person as he said their name, "You sort of already met Vince Monroe over there and that's Leon Sullivan and then Jesse 'the Mad Scientist' Thompson and then Mia's big brother, Dominic Toretto, but everybody calls him Dom and that's his girl Leticia Garcia, more commonly known as Letty." A round of "hi"s and "hello"s and "how you livin girl?"s went around the group.
"What does she drive?" Vince asked. Brian shrugged.
"It's been a while and I haven't looked outside yet," he said, "What DO you drive now?"
"2003 Dodge Viper Rt-10 convertible," Krys said and heard a couple whistles and a "niiiiiice" from the general direction of Jesse, and then a thought dawned on her and she squealed like a 5 year whining for a cookie, "Oooh ooh Brian I wanna do my trick! Come outside and I bet I can guess which car belongs to whom!"
"Ummm.sure, if everybody has the time," he raised his eyebrows in question as he glanced around at the team. The all shrugged or nodded and Dom said "sure, why not?" Krys smiled excitedly and grabbed her Corona and led everybody outside to the line of beautiful cars park in front of the door.
"Hmmm let's see.from what I hear Dom is the self-proclaimed King around here, so I'd say that this red Mazda Rx-7 in front is his," Krys got that right on her first try, and she moved to the next car, "Letty is respected around here and she's Dom's girlfriend, so I'd say that this fuscia Nissan 240sx is hers." She got a nod from Letty and continued, "Ooh this is predictable. My very own Mad Scientist had a Jetta, so I'll say this one is Jesse's." Jesse nodded. Krysta but her lip and skipped the next car and moved on to the dark blue Nissan Maxima, "Hmmm.scruffy car must belong to scruffy man." She looked over at Vince with raised eyebrows and he grunted. "Mia," Krys said without even stopping to really look at the pale blue car. "New guy is always last. Nice Supra, Brian. The skyline must be Leon's then." She took a much-needed sip of her Corona and finished it off, while everyone looked at her approvingly.
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Whoa that was longer than I meant for it to be. Oh well. What do you think? REVIEW!! If you have any better ideas for a title for this, please put them in your review or email me at theflamingsafetypinnazi@hotmail.com
