A/N: Hello readers! Thank you for all the nice reviews! Sorry I have been so long updating, but I have been at the river, being sunburned and hot, etc. Oh well. It was fun! So, here is the much anticipiated seventh chapter, enjoy!
Chapter Seven: Time Marches On
Ellie Kelson sat down at her desk for the fifth time that day. She was trying to get an article out and she was having serious writer's block. Frustrated, she stomped her foot. It was two years since she'd left LA. She was a writer now, and a good one. She'd had a short nonfiction novella published, a general overlook on LA street racing. It'd had served only to exorcise the scene from her mind. Dom remained. The phone call came just as she had gotten an idea to work from for the article. She picked up the ringing cordless.
"Hello?"
"Ellie?"
"Yup?"
"It's Mia."
"Oh, my God," she whispered. Then, louder, "Mia!"
"How are you?!"
"Holdin' up, you? Where are ya'll? Still in Mexico City?"
"Yeah … good…"
"Is V there?"
"Yeah, we're all here. Well, sort of."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ellie, I have to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"Are you … do you have a boyfriend, married or anything?" Whatever Ellie had been expecting, it wasn't that.
"Uh … no, Mia, why?"
"Ellie, I'm not really calling for me. Dom just handed me your phone number last night, and asked me to call you, find out what was going on."
"Wuh - why?" Her voice quivered every so slightly. Then,
"I think I know."
"Yeah…"
"Mia, I -" She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I've lived, breathed, dreamed Dominic Toretto for two years. I've just been coming out of that, I've just started living on my own again. There's no one, because I can't even conceive someone taking his place. But … I -- I can't handle him back, not now, not after all of this."
"He loves you. That's what I meant when I said sort of. He's not really here. Dom's in Virginia."
"HE WHAT?!"
"No, not literally -- he --"
"Oh … Mia, just --"
"He wants to come out there. He was afraid you were married or something."
"No. Mia, please, don't let him come out here!" her voice was desperate. "Listen to me, please. Dom cannot give me what I need. No matter what, I can never have all of him. I need to let go of him, I need to find someone who can give me what I need! I need a husband, a home … I need … I need, a real estate agent, or something, someone reliable! I can't -- I love Dom, I love him so much, but he can't give me what I need! I told him, back when, that I'd made all sorts of rules for myself. Dom's the only one who can make me break those rules, and if he came back he would. I need … a non-criminal, I don't - Mia, please tell me you understand! Tell him I'm married! Tell him anything - just --"
"Okay, Ellie," Mia broke in softly. "I understand."
"I love him, Mia," she said, tears in her eyes.
"I know you do. He loves you, too. Ellie, I'm going to tell him the truth. You know I can't lie to Dom."
"Yeah … just … don't let him come out here, okay?"
"I won't. Goodbye, Ellie."
"'Bye, Mia."
She hung up the phone, woodenly, tired, the old nagging feeling of regret coming back. So he did still love her. The question she asked herself every night was answered.
Another year or two passed. Dominic invaded every dream, every thought. Everything reminded her of him. It was a Saturday afternoon, it was January, and the crossover for the General Assembly was going on. She worked part-time as a legislative aid during the Assembly and she was running some papers down to Committee Op.'s for Delegate Bowman. Standing by the statue of Washington, she was both reflecting and trying to make herself move on with her job, move on with her life. She thought of him. She sighed, and walked into the GAB and handed her papers to Dawn. She was done for the day, and got in her car. She turned the key in the ignition and got a nasty buzz.
"Great," she thought, looking down. She knew what was wrong, but didn't have the tools to fix it. She'd learned a lot about cars in LA … She chuckled, and pulled out her cell. She was about to dial AAA, when Bowman knocked on her window. Ellie rolled it down.
"Dave," she said.
"Hey Ellie. Car troubles?"
"Yeah."
"Listen, let me give you the number of this garage right around the corner. Good place, good prices, and the guy does great work. Fast, too. It's 555-2936."
"Thanks," she said, nodding appreciatively, and punched it into her cell. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"All right." He walked off. Some kid answered the phone. He introduced the shop and himself so fast she couldn't hear a word he said, only, "how can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm parked over by the capital." She explained the problem. "Can you come give me a tow and fix it up?"
"Sure, I'll be over there in a second."
A/N: So, that was it, yay. I believe Ch. 8 will be the last chapter, so as we are getting to the end, you people better review, review, review!!! It makes me happy! See the button? PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUUUUUSHHH IT, YOU SCURVY DOGS!!
Sorry, that was Jack. He got a little out of control. I'm back now, but the message is the same -- review! I hope you've enjoyed! Drama,drama, drama. Hmm. Well, this is predictable, but OH WELL. yay! Tell me whether or not you thought this was original, towards the end, that is? Thank you!
Chapter Seven: Time Marches On
Ellie Kelson sat down at her desk for the fifth time that day. She was trying to get an article out and she was having serious writer's block. Frustrated, she stomped her foot. It was two years since she'd left LA. She was a writer now, and a good one. She'd had a short nonfiction novella published, a general overlook on LA street racing. It'd had served only to exorcise the scene from her mind. Dom remained. The phone call came just as she had gotten an idea to work from for the article. She picked up the ringing cordless.
"Hello?"
"Ellie?"
"Yup?"
"It's Mia."
"Oh, my God," she whispered. Then, louder, "Mia!"
"How are you?!"
"Holdin' up, you? Where are ya'll? Still in Mexico City?"
"Yeah … good…"
"Is V there?"
"Yeah, we're all here. Well, sort of."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"Ellie, I have to ask you something."
"Yeah?"
"Are you … do you have a boyfriend, married or anything?" Whatever Ellie had been expecting, it wasn't that.
"Uh … no, Mia, why?"
"Ellie, I'm not really calling for me. Dom just handed me your phone number last night, and asked me to call you, find out what was going on."
"Wuh - why?" Her voice quivered every so slightly. Then,
"I think I know."
"Yeah…"
"Mia, I -" She took a deep, shuddering breath. "I've lived, breathed, dreamed Dominic Toretto for two years. I've just been coming out of that, I've just started living on my own again. There's no one, because I can't even conceive someone taking his place. But … I -- I can't handle him back, not now, not after all of this."
"He loves you. That's what I meant when I said sort of. He's not really here. Dom's in Virginia."
"HE WHAT?!"
"No, not literally -- he --"
"Oh … Mia, just --"
"He wants to come out there. He was afraid you were married or something."
"No. Mia, please, don't let him come out here!" her voice was desperate. "Listen to me, please. Dom cannot give me what I need. No matter what, I can never have all of him. I need to let go of him, I need to find someone who can give me what I need! I need a husband, a home … I need … I need, a real estate agent, or something, someone reliable! I can't -- I love Dom, I love him so much, but he can't give me what I need! I told him, back when, that I'd made all sorts of rules for myself. Dom's the only one who can make me break those rules, and if he came back he would. I need … a non-criminal, I don't - Mia, please tell me you understand! Tell him I'm married! Tell him anything - just --"
"Okay, Ellie," Mia broke in softly. "I understand."
"I love him, Mia," she said, tears in her eyes.
"I know you do. He loves you, too. Ellie, I'm going to tell him the truth. You know I can't lie to Dom."
"Yeah … just … don't let him come out here, okay?"
"I won't. Goodbye, Ellie."
"'Bye, Mia."
She hung up the phone, woodenly, tired, the old nagging feeling of regret coming back. So he did still love her. The question she asked herself every night was answered.
Another year or two passed. Dominic invaded every dream, every thought. Everything reminded her of him. It was a Saturday afternoon, it was January, and the crossover for the General Assembly was going on. She worked part-time as a legislative aid during the Assembly and she was running some papers down to Committee Op.'s for Delegate Bowman. Standing by the statue of Washington, she was both reflecting and trying to make herself move on with her job, move on with her life. She thought of him. She sighed, and walked into the GAB and handed her papers to Dawn. She was done for the day, and got in her car. She turned the key in the ignition and got a nasty buzz.
"Great," she thought, looking down. She knew what was wrong, but didn't have the tools to fix it. She'd learned a lot about cars in LA … She chuckled, and pulled out her cell. She was about to dial AAA, when Bowman knocked on her window. Ellie rolled it down.
"Dave," she said.
"Hey Ellie. Car troubles?"
"Yeah."
"Listen, let me give you the number of this garage right around the corner. Good place, good prices, and the guy does great work. Fast, too. It's 555-2936."
"Thanks," she said, nodding appreciatively, and punched it into her cell. "I'll see you tomorrow."
"All right." He walked off. Some kid answered the phone. He introduced the shop and himself so fast she couldn't hear a word he said, only, "how can I help you?"
"Yeah, I'm parked over by the capital." She explained the problem. "Can you come give me a tow and fix it up?"
"Sure, I'll be over there in a second."
A/N: So, that was it, yay. I believe Ch. 8 will be the last chapter, so as we are getting to the end, you people better review, review, review!!! It makes me happy! See the button? PUSH! PUSH! PUSH! PUUUUUSHHH IT, YOU SCURVY DOGS!!
Sorry, that was Jack. He got a little out of control. I'm back now, but the message is the same -- review! I hope you've enjoyed! Drama,drama, drama. Hmm. Well, this is predictable, but OH WELL. yay! Tell me whether or not you thought this was original, towards the end, that is? Thank you!