After the Fire
AN:Hello, everybody.
I have been at for nearly a year at the time of this writing. I have spent a lot of that time reading fics for "The Fast and the Furious". (I've spent a lot more trying to get the site to load on my piece of junk computer.) This is the first one I have written, though. Hopefully, it will be the first of many.
I'd like to thank Tempest for her encouragement. Also, I'd like to point out that I do not own any of the characters from "The Fast and the Furious".
In any case, this is my interpretation of where Leon went after the movie. Please, enjoy.
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Hector walked into his garage and turned on the lights. He was shocked to see a man in there sitting on the hood of a black Honda Civic. It took him a second to recognize the man.
"Leon, what the hell..." asked Hector.
"Hector, I need to borrow your paint booth for a bit." said Leon. "It's a long story."
"Okay, I guess." said Hector. "What's going on? What's wrong?"
"I'll tell you later." said Leon. "Do you have any orange paint?"
"Yeah, yeah." said Hector. "Just be careful. I'll talk to you later."
Within half an hour, Leon had the Civic in the paint booth with the lights and windows masked off. The side view mirrors, turn signals, and wheels had been removed. He started spraying the car orange.
After he finished with the car, Leon started with the mirrors. Hector knocked on the door.
"Come in." said Leon.
Hector walked in. "How's it coming?" he asked.
"Pretty good." said Leon. "Hey, you got any spare parts lying around?"
"Come see." said Hector. He directed Leon outside.
Hector led Leon to an Acura Integra on a trailer. "Is this the one that blew its engine at Race Wars?" asked Leon.
"Yeah, it is." said Hector. "You can probably take something off it."
"Body kit's a no go since it's a different model." said Leon. "I can probably use this spoiler and these wheels. This thing have neons?"
"Take a look." said Hector. Leon looked under the car.
"Nice." said Leon. "Thanks a million."
Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, Leon put the new wheels on the Civic in the paint booth and then drove it onto the lift. He replaced the arched wing from the Civic with the carbon fiber wing from the Integra.
He raised the lift and went to work on the neon lights. He removed the green neons that were there originally and replaced them with the neons from the Integra.
While he was setting the neons in place, one of the ones he had removed rolled off the workbench. He noticed and quickly grabbed it. The neon tube still fell and hit the floor, denting the metal and cracking the glass a little. Leon took a look at it and groaned. He swung it at the closest side of the lift, shattering it.
After seeing what he'd done, Leon sat on the closest stool and wrapped his hand around his face.
"Ready to talk?" asked Hector.
"Might as well." said Leon. "Have a seat."
Hector took a seat. Leon proceeded to tell him what had happened. He told him about the team's other activities of hijacking trucks to steal the electronic equipment inside. He then went on to explain that the most recent one had gone horribly wrong that morning. When it was over, Vince was in the hospital, Dom and Letty were on the run, and he himself thought he might get arrested at any time.
"Right now, I'm trying to disguise the Civic." explained Leon. "I used it in the heists. Now, I'm using it to make a run for it.
"Oh man, that's nuts." said Hector.
"After this, I'm gone, I'm ghost, I'm outta here." said Leon.
"Hey, why can't you take the Skyline?" asked Hector.
"The police know it's mine." said Leon. "They might be looking for it."
"Oh." said Hector. "Damn, Leon. What are you gonna do?"
"I don't know." said Leon. "I'll see."
"Alright, see you when you're done." said Hector.
"Okay." said Leon. "Say, you have any vinyl graphics left?"
"Sure, I'll get those for you." said Hector.
The following morning, the Civic was finished. The new paint had been applied, the new wheels were on, the new spoiler was on, and the new graphics, yellow curving stripes, were in place.
"You know where the Skyline is." said Leon. "The last favor I ask is for you to bring 'er home. You know where to hide it?"
"Sure, man." said Hector. "Call me when you get there. Let me know you made it."
"You got it." said Leon as he climbed into the car and started it. He drove out of the garage and took to the street.
Leon drove through the maze of streets in L.A. Eventually, he came upon the highway and headed north. He drove along and looked at the scenery as he drove. The mountains and desert looked nice that time of year.
Twenty minutes into his journey, he glanced in his rearview and saw a CHP cruiser fast approaching with its lights on. He quickly got scared and got ready to floor the accelerator. Just then, the cruiser passed him and kept going up the highway, chasing a tractor-trailer that was weaving all over the road. Leon breathed a sigh of relief.
A couple of hours after he left L.A, he had reached his destination, Bakersfield.
He drove around Bakersfield for about ten minutes until he found the house he was looking for. He pulled into the driveway. A dog in the front yard started barking at him. He parked the Civic and got out.
"Easy there, Jet." Leon told the dog.
A man who looked a lot like Leon stepped out of the house and asked "What's going on out...Leon?"
"Hey, Steve." said Leon. "Can your brother come in for a rest?"
After Steve let Leon in, Leon told him the whole sordid story.
"I knew it was wrong." said Leon. "I don't know why I didn't try to stop Dominic."
"Dear God!" yelled Steve. "You were behind those? I heard about the truck heists and I never assumed you'd be involved."
"I'm sorry." said Leon. "We were desperate. We weren't getting anywhere racing without decent equipment. I would've been okay with slowly building my way up in the racing world, but Dom had his own reasons for racing."
"What was that?" asked Steve.
"Another racer had a car he wanted." explained Leon. "It was a black Dodge Charger he had built with his father. It was all he had left of him. The guy wouldn't let it go without a race."
"There are other ways." said Steve.
"Try explaining that to Dom." said Leon. "Look, can I use the phone? I promised someone I'd call."
"Yeah, go ahead." said Steve.
Leon walked over to the phone and called Hector.
"Hello?" said Hector.
"Hey, Hector." said Leon. "What's up?"
"Man, you gotta come back!" said Hector.
"Why? What's wrong?" asked Leon. Hector told him and his eyes widened with shock. "When did this happen?" he asked. "Oh shit, where is he?" he asked. "I'm on my way back."
Leon hung up the phone and started to panic.
"Leon, what's wrong?" asked Steve.
"I gotta go back to L.A." said Leon. "Jesse's been shot!"
AN:Sorry that was so short, but what do you think so far?
AN:Hello, everybody.
I have been at for nearly a year at the time of this writing. I have spent a lot of that time reading fics for "The Fast and the Furious". (I've spent a lot more trying to get the site to load on my piece of junk computer.) This is the first one I have written, though. Hopefully, it will be the first of many.
I'd like to thank Tempest for her encouragement. Also, I'd like to point out that I do not own any of the characters from "The Fast and the Furious".
In any case, this is my interpretation of where Leon went after the movie. Please, enjoy.
----------
Hector walked into his garage and turned on the lights. He was shocked to see a man in there sitting on the hood of a black Honda Civic. It took him a second to recognize the man.
"Leon, what the hell..." asked Hector.
"Hector, I need to borrow your paint booth for a bit." said Leon. "It's a long story."
"Okay, I guess." said Hector. "What's going on? What's wrong?"
"I'll tell you later." said Leon. "Do you have any orange paint?"
"Yeah, yeah." said Hector. "Just be careful. I'll talk to you later."
Within half an hour, Leon had the Civic in the paint booth with the lights and windows masked off. The side view mirrors, turn signals, and wheels had been removed. He started spraying the car orange.
After he finished with the car, Leon started with the mirrors. Hector knocked on the door.
"Come in." said Leon.
Hector walked in. "How's it coming?" he asked.
"Pretty good." said Leon. "Hey, you got any spare parts lying around?"
"Come see." said Hector. He directed Leon outside.
Hector led Leon to an Acura Integra on a trailer. "Is this the one that blew its engine at Race Wars?" asked Leon.
"Yeah, it is." said Hector. "You can probably take something off it."
"Body kit's a no go since it's a different model." said Leon. "I can probably use this spoiler and these wheels. This thing have neons?"
"Take a look." said Hector. Leon looked under the car.
"Nice." said Leon. "Thanks a million."
Deciding to kill two birds with one stone, Leon put the new wheels on the Civic in the paint booth and then drove it onto the lift. He replaced the arched wing from the Civic with the carbon fiber wing from the Integra.
He raised the lift and went to work on the neon lights. He removed the green neons that were there originally and replaced them with the neons from the Integra.
While he was setting the neons in place, one of the ones he had removed rolled off the workbench. He noticed and quickly grabbed it. The neon tube still fell and hit the floor, denting the metal and cracking the glass a little. Leon took a look at it and groaned. He swung it at the closest side of the lift, shattering it.
After seeing what he'd done, Leon sat on the closest stool and wrapped his hand around his face.
"Ready to talk?" asked Hector.
"Might as well." said Leon. "Have a seat."
Hector took a seat. Leon proceeded to tell him what had happened. He told him about the team's other activities of hijacking trucks to steal the electronic equipment inside. He then went on to explain that the most recent one had gone horribly wrong that morning. When it was over, Vince was in the hospital, Dom and Letty were on the run, and he himself thought he might get arrested at any time.
"Right now, I'm trying to disguise the Civic." explained Leon. "I used it in the heists. Now, I'm using it to make a run for it.
"Oh man, that's nuts." said Hector.
"After this, I'm gone, I'm ghost, I'm outta here." said Leon.
"Hey, why can't you take the Skyline?" asked Hector.
"The police know it's mine." said Leon. "They might be looking for it."
"Oh." said Hector. "Damn, Leon. What are you gonna do?"
"I don't know." said Leon. "I'll see."
"Alright, see you when you're done." said Hector.
"Okay." said Leon. "Say, you have any vinyl graphics left?"
"Sure, I'll get those for you." said Hector.
The following morning, the Civic was finished. The new paint had been applied, the new wheels were on, the new spoiler was on, and the new graphics, yellow curving stripes, were in place.
"You know where the Skyline is." said Leon. "The last favor I ask is for you to bring 'er home. You know where to hide it?"
"Sure, man." said Hector. "Call me when you get there. Let me know you made it."
"You got it." said Leon as he climbed into the car and started it. He drove out of the garage and took to the street.
Leon drove through the maze of streets in L.A. Eventually, he came upon the highway and headed north. He drove along and looked at the scenery as he drove. The mountains and desert looked nice that time of year.
Twenty minutes into his journey, he glanced in his rearview and saw a CHP cruiser fast approaching with its lights on. He quickly got scared and got ready to floor the accelerator. Just then, the cruiser passed him and kept going up the highway, chasing a tractor-trailer that was weaving all over the road. Leon breathed a sigh of relief.
A couple of hours after he left L.A, he had reached his destination, Bakersfield.
He drove around Bakersfield for about ten minutes until he found the house he was looking for. He pulled into the driveway. A dog in the front yard started barking at him. He parked the Civic and got out.
"Easy there, Jet." Leon told the dog.
A man who looked a lot like Leon stepped out of the house and asked "What's going on out...Leon?"
"Hey, Steve." said Leon. "Can your brother come in for a rest?"
After Steve let Leon in, Leon told him the whole sordid story.
"I knew it was wrong." said Leon. "I don't know why I didn't try to stop Dominic."
"Dear God!" yelled Steve. "You were behind those? I heard about the truck heists and I never assumed you'd be involved."
"I'm sorry." said Leon. "We were desperate. We weren't getting anywhere racing without decent equipment. I would've been okay with slowly building my way up in the racing world, but Dom had his own reasons for racing."
"What was that?" asked Steve.
"Another racer had a car he wanted." explained Leon. "It was a black Dodge Charger he had built with his father. It was all he had left of him. The guy wouldn't let it go without a race."
"There are other ways." said Steve.
"Try explaining that to Dom." said Leon. "Look, can I use the phone? I promised someone I'd call."
"Yeah, go ahead." said Steve.
Leon walked over to the phone and called Hector.
"Hello?" said Hector.
"Hey, Hector." said Leon. "What's up?"
"Man, you gotta come back!" said Hector.
"Why? What's wrong?" asked Leon. Hector told him and his eyes widened with shock. "When did this happen?" he asked. "Oh shit, where is he?" he asked. "I'm on my way back."
Leon hung up the phone and started to panic.
"Leon, what's wrong?" asked Steve.
"I gotta go back to L.A." said Leon. "Jesse's been shot!"
AN:Sorry that was so short, but what do you think so far?