Returning Home
Disclaimer- I don't own anything that any one else owns... So back off! lol
*Note* This happens after Brain gives Dom his car. But the injuries Dom had after the Charger crashed, don't exist.....
Paradise
'Where am I...' Dominic "Dom" Toretto thought to himself as he sat up in bed. He realized that nothing seemed familiar as he looked around. The white cotton sheets, the faint pink-ish walls.... The red blanket.
Red. Red, the color of blood. Blood red.
It came back to him in a rush. The bullets, the car, the team, the trucks, Brain.... Jesse. Good god, Jesse.
He rubbed his eyes and sighed. He had loved Jesse as if he was his own brother. His own son. But now wasn't the time to start dwelling on it. Not now. Not today. He had to figure out a plan.
He threw back the covers and stumbled into the bathroom. He didn't bother glancing into the mirror. He knew he looked like shit. He threw his white wife-beater into the sink and struggled out of his jeans. Just as he was about to turn on the water to the shower, the phone rang. Turning around, he jogged back to the table by the bed. He glanced back at the bathroom and was considering just leaving the damn thing ringing while he took a much needed shower.
RING! The ugly pink thing screamed again.
He growled and picked up the receive.
"Make it quick." He snapped into it.
"Dom?" came a whimpered reply.
His face softened. "Mia? Princess, is that you?"
"Oh Dom.... I'm so scared." she sobbed.
"Why? What's wrong?" he asked, regretting already snapping at her.
"They... they..." she sobbed again. "They all left Dom... All of them. Gone... Dom!"
"They? Who's they baby?"
Mia started crying louder.
"Ssshh. Ssshh. It's okay princess. Everything is fine. I'm here. I'm here. Your brother is going to take care of it. Alright? Ssshh." he said, wishing she'd stop. He hated to see his sister so upset. He hated to see any one so upset.
"I'm sorry Dom," she whispered. "But I'm so scared. I'm all alone. Everyone left."
"Everyone?" he repeated.
"Letty...Vince...Leon..." she sobbed again. "Brain. Brain left too...."
"Where? Where did they go?" he asked softly.
"I...I don't know..." she hiccuped.
"What did they say?" he glanced towards the shower again, wishing more than ever that he had just jumped in.
"They just left......" she hiccuped again.
"Okay. Okay." A new thought occurred to him. "Mia... how did you know where I was?"
There was a slight pause. "I looked in your room... I found the brochure." she admitted.
He nodded. They were supposed to come together... all of them.
"Why did you leave?" she asked softly.
He rubbed his temple. 'Why did I leave....' he wondered.
"Dom?" she whispered.
"I'm here angel. But I have to go. I'll call you. Promise." he replied.
"But what about me? What am I going to do? I'm all alone...." she demanded softly.
He paused. "I don't know Mia. Just.... just take care okay? Don't go out of the house. Just stay put. I'm going to call you. Soon. We'll figure something out."
"I'm scared Dom."
"Me too. I'll talk to you soon. Take care." He placed the receive on the cradle gently and walked back into the bathroom, shutting the door.
Dom walked out onto the rectangular balcony overlooking the sparkling blue Gulf Of Mexico. He was a still a little damp from the shower, but he didn't seem to notice. He thought back to the conversation with Mia, and sighed. She was so fragile. She couldn't take big things like this.... She was sweet and kind... not tough and mean. He gazed around at the spectacular view.
'Mia would love this. She'd kill to be here.' he thought wistfully, and felt a pang of shame for not bringing her with him.
'But,' he argued with his conscience,'I didn't bring anybody else. I wasn't thinking clearly. I just knew that I had to get out of there. Away from all of it. I just.....drove.'
With that he strode over to the railing and looked down to the parking lot.
'Good.' he thought with satisfactory. 'No body screwed with my car.' He also noticed that the orange convertible stood out among the dingy cars also parked there. 'Good.' he though again, and walked back inside.
'Now what....' he wondered once he was back inside. He felt his stomach growl. 'What time is it.....' he asked himself, realizing that not only did he not know what time it was, but he also had no idea what day it was.
He shrugged and headed down to the lobby.
"Buenos dias senor. Como anda hoy? Como lo puedo ayudar yo?" the desk clerk greeted him.
Dom shook his head. "Hay alguien que sabe ingles aqui?" he said in the little Spanish he knew.
"I do." said a tall, dark man coming up behind the clerk. "Good morning. I'm the manager of this establishment. Is there a problem?"
"Good morning. I need to know how long I've rented the room I'm in, and when I'm supposed to check out." Dom said pleasantly.
"Of course sir. Just one second." he typed something on the computer and looked up from the screen. "May I have your name again?"
"Dom," he paused. "Dominic Toretto."
He nodded, and looked down at the screen again. "Yes, Mr. Toretto. It says you've checked in until the 22nd." He looked up. "Is that correct?"
Dom paused. "Yes. I suppose so. What day is it?"
The manager raised an eyebrow. "The 18th. Sunday."
"Hm-hm. Thank you." Dom replied and walked out to his car.
"Where the hell am I?" he growled, driving around aimlessly. "I can't even find a place to grab some breakfast! Who the hell would want to come here?"
Spotting a dark brown restaurant he pulled into the parking lot and jumped out. "Finally!" he muttered.
"Bienvenido a Don Pablo! Cantos stara sentandose con usted hoy?" the pretty hostess smiled at him.
"Hay alguien que sabe ingles aqui?" he said again.
She nodded. "I'm sorry. How many will be sitting with you today?"
He smiled. "Just me. Unless you know something I don't.....?"
She blushed. "Right this way."
"Of course." he followed close behind her.
'Not bad.' Dom thought to himself as he walked out. 'The food was kinda crappy; nowhere near Mia's. But not bad....'
Jumping into the car, he glanced at the clock on the dashboard. It was only 12:00. 'Maybe I'll just take a little drive before I go back and call Mia.' he thought.
