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FEELS LIKE FOREVER
Dom could see smoke on the horizon. A wispy grey tower floating towards the sky. It was a racer, he could just hear the purring engine and he knew the person behind the wheel was someone who could handle street racing. It was getting closer, he could see it. An black shape making its way down the road, different colours created by the sun's rays. Letty was still tinkering beneath the car; he could hear her grunt as she twisted the wrench hard. The sun was layering thickly on the back of his neck, burning into him but he hardly noticed. He was concentrating on the horizon, shading his eyes against the sun as he did. He could feel goosebumps rising on his arms. Something was about to happen, he could feel it. He wasn't one for superstitions but there something in his skin he couldn't define.
"Hey, wake up there ya big lug!" Letty's rough voice cracked through his dreamlike state.
He grinned at her, winking as he squatted down to her level.
"What got you distracted?" she asked through her teeth as she worked
"I can hear a racer's engine coming this way"
Letty paused and looked at him out of her inky black eyes
"You don't think that Brian..."
"Don't want to think about it"
Letty shrugged as she continued working. The screw was too damn tight. Then with a satisfying clunk, it fell out of its aged position. She settled the wrench on the floor and carefully dealt with the wiring behind the panel before redoing the screw. Dom stayed silent, his face a quiet storm again as he thought. She knew he was thinking about that racer and if it could possibly be Brian.
"Baby"
Dom's head snapped around as he looked at her. She was looking at him intently, her eyes boring into him as took in his expression on his face. There was something there. That compressed rage he unleashed only when completely pushed. The last time she'd seen it had been at Race Wars when he'd let loose on Johnny Tran and nearly killed the guy, luckily Vince and Leon had pulled him off. Murder would look really nice with his record.
"It could be Brian so you're gonna have to deal with it" she slid out from under the car as she spoke "I mean it can't really be anyone else right? Vince's waiting for his sentence, Jesse's...Jesse's gone and you know hardly anyone comes along this road, we picked the house because of it"
Dom said nothing still, just watching her out of angered eyes. He didn't want the past dredged up; Mia was one who dealt with that. He'd seen the tears she shed over what had gone before and he wasn't willing to do that to himself. He only let select people see into his past. Brian had been one of them. Now he could be back if the motor wasn't lying. He didn't know if he could deal with it. Brian had lied to them and saved Vince's life. If he hadn't appeared on the highway with Mia that night, maybe Vince would have joined Jesse.
He rubbed a hand over his head distractedly. Hours seemed to melt into days here. He couldn't tell how long he'd been here in Mexico. It felt like forever. Letty lay on the floor beside him, fingering her tool belt and watching him intently. She was a vision of greasy beauty. Right now he couldn't appreciate it, she had been on his mind constantly since he'd been ripped from her and now he couldn't feel his heart skip a couple of beats as usual when taking her in as she fixed up a car. His mind was consumed with thinking about the possibility of Brian walked in the door. Would he act like nothing had changed? Things had changed, in Dom's mind they were all Brian's fault
*
A plate fell from her grasp and smashed into a thousand pieces on the floor. Mia didn't notice. Her heartbeat sped up. She barely dared hope. An engine was approaching, a racer's engine. When you grew up surrounded by cars, you learnt to distinguish between ordinary and street race. Whoever was driving however far away was sending a clear message to all other racers who could hear the engine that he was arriving soon. Hmmm he? She was giving it a gender already, her heart was already fixed on one particular person who she didn't dare speak of. Then the charade would shatter and she'd have no dream to pin her life on anymore. Then the sea would look even more inviting than before. Hot blood pulsed through her veins. No one would stop her if she went again.
She turned back to the food she was making and restarted with unusual vigour. The others wouldn't notice the difference; she'd been smashing around in the kitchen with vented anger and now it was with hope of distraction from what was fast approaching the house. Mia stirred the pan, her motions slowly down now. Everything began slotting back into place. She might see Brian. The thought fizzled inside her chest, making her smile at last. But she had to remember that it might not be; it could be anyone else. Inside, something told her it was him even though she steeled herself for disappointment.
*
"What am I going to say?" Vince began to laugh but then remembered it wasn't good for his chest so settled for smirking at Brian wickedly "I'm gonna say 'look what I picked up off the streets'"
"Very funny Vince"
"I thought so, has a good ring to it" Vince gulped down more water "seriously, I don't know what I'm gonna say, I bet Dom's pretty pissed with you, I mean you dated his sister, got in with the team and were a cop all along, that's a serious breech of friendship, trust and everything sacred"
"Way to make me feel better" muttered Brian
"I'm just tellin' you how it is boy, you may not be forgiven and definitely not forgotten if I know the Torettos" Vince was obviously enjoying making Brian feel more depressed "The whole thing with the Trans came around because Dom slept with Johny's sister"
"Then Dom should know how it feels to have someone taken away from them like that"
Vince stayed silent at this comment and didn't comment as Brian pressed the accelerator down harder. They could see the house more clearly now, it was bigger than Brian first estimated. It was white with brown brick-framed windows. The door was an open gaping hole in the heat of the day and there were a couple of cars parked out the front, one of them glowed an intense midday orange. Brian swallowed slightly, his mouth was so dry. This was the Toretto's Mexico home, that was his car. He was about to see them again. Nothing could prepare him for it. So he just drove, waiting for the minutes to tick by as he got closer and imagined Mia's face when he arrived. He tried not to think about Dom.
The house was getting larger still and now he could make out two figures working on a car out the front. He picked out Letty, shiny dark brown hair pulled back messily, faded blue jeans partly unzipped and a tiny green tank top. His heart skipped slightly as he easily recognised Dom in his loose white wifebeater and black pants. It was like nothing had changed. He began to slow the car down in hope that he wouldn't reach his destination. But everything had changed and they were all going to have to deal with it very soon.
FEELS LIKE FOREVER
Dom could see smoke on the horizon. A wispy grey tower floating towards the sky. It was a racer, he could just hear the purring engine and he knew the person behind the wheel was someone who could handle street racing. It was getting closer, he could see it. An black shape making its way down the road, different colours created by the sun's rays. Letty was still tinkering beneath the car; he could hear her grunt as she twisted the wrench hard. The sun was layering thickly on the back of his neck, burning into him but he hardly noticed. He was concentrating on the horizon, shading his eyes against the sun as he did. He could feel goosebumps rising on his arms. Something was about to happen, he could feel it. He wasn't one for superstitions but there something in his skin he couldn't define.
"Hey, wake up there ya big lug!" Letty's rough voice cracked through his dreamlike state.
He grinned at her, winking as he squatted down to her level.
"What got you distracted?" she asked through her teeth as she worked
"I can hear a racer's engine coming this way"
Letty paused and looked at him out of her inky black eyes
"You don't think that Brian..."
"Don't want to think about it"
Letty shrugged as she continued working. The screw was too damn tight. Then with a satisfying clunk, it fell out of its aged position. She settled the wrench on the floor and carefully dealt with the wiring behind the panel before redoing the screw. Dom stayed silent, his face a quiet storm again as he thought. She knew he was thinking about that racer and if it could possibly be Brian.
"Baby"
Dom's head snapped around as he looked at her. She was looking at him intently, her eyes boring into him as took in his expression on his face. There was something there. That compressed rage he unleashed only when completely pushed. The last time she'd seen it had been at Race Wars when he'd let loose on Johnny Tran and nearly killed the guy, luckily Vince and Leon had pulled him off. Murder would look really nice with his record.
"It could be Brian so you're gonna have to deal with it" she slid out from under the car as she spoke "I mean it can't really be anyone else right? Vince's waiting for his sentence, Jesse's...Jesse's gone and you know hardly anyone comes along this road, we picked the house because of it"
Dom said nothing still, just watching her out of angered eyes. He didn't want the past dredged up; Mia was one who dealt with that. He'd seen the tears she shed over what had gone before and he wasn't willing to do that to himself. He only let select people see into his past. Brian had been one of them. Now he could be back if the motor wasn't lying. He didn't know if he could deal with it. Brian had lied to them and saved Vince's life. If he hadn't appeared on the highway with Mia that night, maybe Vince would have joined Jesse.
He rubbed a hand over his head distractedly. Hours seemed to melt into days here. He couldn't tell how long he'd been here in Mexico. It felt like forever. Letty lay on the floor beside him, fingering her tool belt and watching him intently. She was a vision of greasy beauty. Right now he couldn't appreciate it, she had been on his mind constantly since he'd been ripped from her and now he couldn't feel his heart skip a couple of beats as usual when taking her in as she fixed up a car. His mind was consumed with thinking about the possibility of Brian walked in the door. Would he act like nothing had changed? Things had changed, in Dom's mind they were all Brian's fault
*
A plate fell from her grasp and smashed into a thousand pieces on the floor. Mia didn't notice. Her heartbeat sped up. She barely dared hope. An engine was approaching, a racer's engine. When you grew up surrounded by cars, you learnt to distinguish between ordinary and street race. Whoever was driving however far away was sending a clear message to all other racers who could hear the engine that he was arriving soon. Hmmm he? She was giving it a gender already, her heart was already fixed on one particular person who she didn't dare speak of. Then the charade would shatter and she'd have no dream to pin her life on anymore. Then the sea would look even more inviting than before. Hot blood pulsed through her veins. No one would stop her if she went again.
She turned back to the food she was making and restarted with unusual vigour. The others wouldn't notice the difference; she'd been smashing around in the kitchen with vented anger and now it was with hope of distraction from what was fast approaching the house. Mia stirred the pan, her motions slowly down now. Everything began slotting back into place. She might see Brian. The thought fizzled inside her chest, making her smile at last. But she had to remember that it might not be; it could be anyone else. Inside, something told her it was him even though she steeled herself for disappointment.
*
"What am I going to say?" Vince began to laugh but then remembered it wasn't good for his chest so settled for smirking at Brian wickedly "I'm gonna say 'look what I picked up off the streets'"
"Very funny Vince"
"I thought so, has a good ring to it" Vince gulped down more water "seriously, I don't know what I'm gonna say, I bet Dom's pretty pissed with you, I mean you dated his sister, got in with the team and were a cop all along, that's a serious breech of friendship, trust and everything sacred"
"Way to make me feel better" muttered Brian
"I'm just tellin' you how it is boy, you may not be forgiven and definitely not forgotten if I know the Torettos" Vince was obviously enjoying making Brian feel more depressed "The whole thing with the Trans came around because Dom slept with Johny's sister"
"Then Dom should know how it feels to have someone taken away from them like that"
Vince stayed silent at this comment and didn't comment as Brian pressed the accelerator down harder. They could see the house more clearly now, it was bigger than Brian first estimated. It was white with brown brick-framed windows. The door was an open gaping hole in the heat of the day and there were a couple of cars parked out the front, one of them glowed an intense midday orange. Brian swallowed slightly, his mouth was so dry. This was the Toretto's Mexico home, that was his car. He was about to see them again. Nothing could prepare him for it. So he just drove, waiting for the minutes to tick by as he got closer and imagined Mia's face when he arrived. He tried not to think about Dom.
The house was getting larger still and now he could make out two figures working on a car out the front. He picked out Letty, shiny dark brown hair pulled back messily, faded blue jeans partly unzipped and a tiny green tank top. His heart skipped slightly as he easily recognised Dom in his loose white wifebeater and black pants. It was like nothing had changed. He began to slow the car down in hope that he wouldn't reach his destination. But everything had changed and they were all going to have to deal with it very soon.