A/N: Ahah! Two updates in one day; ya'll are lucky! Hoorah!
Chapter Six: Don't Forget Too Much
An hour later, Mia, Dom, Ellie, and Jesse were back at the house. Dom was soaked in Vince's blood, who was presumably at the hospital. Dom sat in the kitchen, untouched corona in front of him, head in his hands. Mia was in her room. Jesse was in the garage. Ellie sat tiredly on the couch in a position almost identical to Dom's, minus the beer. Now what? was all she could think. Now what? Leon and Letty were long gone, trying to get a short-notice flight out of the US and down to Mexico. It was out now that it was they hijacking the trucks and forces outside of Ellie's jurisdiction would take control. Dom, Mia, Vince, once he was healed, everyone would go to jail. She shuddered. They had to get out of there. She stood and walked into the kitchen.
"Dom," she said. He looked up.
"You have to get out of here."
"I know. I can't leave Vince."
"I can take care of Vince."
"You can't stay behind. They know you covered for me."
"I haven't. All they've got is suspect. I didn't know about the trucks until three this morning. They can't touch me."
"I don't want to leave you here."
"I don't want you to go. But you have to. And I have to stay." Dom's face became a blank. He nodded.
"That's the way it's gotta be."
"Yeah," Ellie whispered. "Look, I can clear for Vince. He'll only get two years, one if he's lucky. Let me know where you go. I'll send him down when his time is up." Dom nodded. He walked upstairs.
"Line us up a flight," he said, over his shoulder. She could only nod. Her throat was too tight to speak.
* * *
Vince got 18 months. She'd done all she could. Six months in, she visited him. He was sitting on a bench and she walked over to him. He was shocked to see her.
"Hey, Vince," she said, nervously, sitting down.
"Hey, Ellie."
"How ya hangin'?"
"Okay…" he said.
"Vince … you heard from anyone?"
"No."
"Oh…" her voice fell. It must have been obvious she hadn't either by her tone, because he looked a little disappointed as well. He frowned suddenly.
"You're a cop."
"I was a cop."
"What's that supposed to me?"
"It means I turned in my badge six months ago," she whispered.
"D'you turn us in?"
"HELL, Vince, what do you think!" She yelped. "No! Look, I … I went native! I couldn't have turned ya'll in, even if I wasn't --" she broke off, and he finished her sentence for her.
"…Even if you weren't in love with Dominic." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why're you here?" he asked.
"Look, V, I came here, because I've gotta make some kind of peace with you."
"Because you can't make peace with anyone else."
"Yes. But if you all were here, I'd still be trying to settle the score between us. I can't help what was my job. I couldn't know what life here was like." He shook his head.
"That's enough. I've heard it." She frowned.
"V, there's something else. Here's Dom's address in Mexico. Go find him when you're out."
"Where're you going?"
"I'm going home."
"Where's home?"
"Virginia. Country spot, if they haven't urbanized it by now."
"Huccome you're leaving?" he asked, his voice genuinely curious.
"I can't be here anymore."
"The smoke's cooled off. You got it so bad for Dom, why aren't you goin' down there with him?"
"V …" Ellie sighed. Why tell this to him? She plunged on regardless. "I'm a old school Virginia girl. I used to have plans for myself. I still do. I'm going to go back East and see if I can pick up the pieces. I used to want to be a writer. Maybe I can fix what got spoiled in LA and forget what made me so happy. LA is Dom to me. I've made rules for myself I can't go back on. And Dom -" she laughed. "Dom's not the marrying type." Vince chuckled.
"Yeah, you're right there."
Ellie stood up.
"I'll see you around, V."
"No… you won't." She smiled.
"I know." As she walked off, he called,
"Hey, Ellie!" She turned around.
"It's cool," he said. She smiled. "Don't forget too much."
"I won't."
A/N: So, I told you things were going to get original. But we're nearing the finish line here; I hope ya'll've enjoyed this!
Chapter Six: Don't Forget Too Much
An hour later, Mia, Dom, Ellie, and Jesse were back at the house. Dom was soaked in Vince's blood, who was presumably at the hospital. Dom sat in the kitchen, untouched corona in front of him, head in his hands. Mia was in her room. Jesse was in the garage. Ellie sat tiredly on the couch in a position almost identical to Dom's, minus the beer. Now what? was all she could think. Now what? Leon and Letty were long gone, trying to get a short-notice flight out of the US and down to Mexico. It was out now that it was they hijacking the trucks and forces outside of Ellie's jurisdiction would take control. Dom, Mia, Vince, once he was healed, everyone would go to jail. She shuddered. They had to get out of there. She stood and walked into the kitchen.
"Dom," she said. He looked up.
"You have to get out of here."
"I know. I can't leave Vince."
"I can take care of Vince."
"You can't stay behind. They know you covered for me."
"I haven't. All they've got is suspect. I didn't know about the trucks until three this morning. They can't touch me."
"I don't want to leave you here."
"I don't want you to go. But you have to. And I have to stay." Dom's face became a blank. He nodded.
"That's the way it's gotta be."
"Yeah," Ellie whispered. "Look, I can clear for Vince. He'll only get two years, one if he's lucky. Let me know where you go. I'll send him down when his time is up." Dom nodded. He walked upstairs.
"Line us up a flight," he said, over his shoulder. She could only nod. Her throat was too tight to speak.
* * *
Vince got 18 months. She'd done all she could. Six months in, she visited him. He was sitting on a bench and she walked over to him. He was shocked to see her.
"Hey, Vince," she said, nervously, sitting down.
"Hey, Ellie."
"How ya hangin'?"
"Okay…" he said.
"Vince … you heard from anyone?"
"No."
"Oh…" her voice fell. It must have been obvious she hadn't either by her tone, because he looked a little disappointed as well. He frowned suddenly.
"You're a cop."
"I was a cop."
"What's that supposed to me?"
"It means I turned in my badge six months ago," she whispered.
"D'you turn us in?"
"HELL, Vince, what do you think!" She yelped. "No! Look, I … I went native! I couldn't have turned ya'll in, even if I wasn't --" she broke off, and he finished her sentence for her.
"…Even if you weren't in love with Dominic." She narrowed her eyes at him. "Why're you here?" he asked.
"Look, V, I came here, because I've gotta make some kind of peace with you."
"Because you can't make peace with anyone else."
"Yes. But if you all were here, I'd still be trying to settle the score between us. I can't help what was my job. I couldn't know what life here was like." He shook his head.
"That's enough. I've heard it." She frowned.
"V, there's something else. Here's Dom's address in Mexico. Go find him when you're out."
"Where're you going?"
"I'm going home."
"Where's home?"
"Virginia. Country spot, if they haven't urbanized it by now."
"Huccome you're leaving?" he asked, his voice genuinely curious.
"I can't be here anymore."
"The smoke's cooled off. You got it so bad for Dom, why aren't you goin' down there with him?"
"V …" Ellie sighed. Why tell this to him? She plunged on regardless. "I'm a old school Virginia girl. I used to have plans for myself. I still do. I'm going to go back East and see if I can pick up the pieces. I used to want to be a writer. Maybe I can fix what got spoiled in LA and forget what made me so happy. LA is Dom to me. I've made rules for myself I can't go back on. And Dom -" she laughed. "Dom's not the marrying type." Vince chuckled.
"Yeah, you're right there."
Ellie stood up.
"I'll see you around, V."
"No… you won't." She smiled.
"I know." As she walked off, he called,
"Hey, Ellie!" She turned around.
"It's cool," he said. She smiled. "Don't forget too much."
"I won't."
A/N: So, I told you things were going to get original. But we're nearing the finish line here; I hope ya'll've enjoyed this!