The Truth Comes Into the Open
Brian cursed as he saw the lights flash in his mirror.
'What the hell are they doing?' he thought, pulling the truck over and killing the engine.
"Show me your hands. Very good. Now open the door."
'How the hell am I supposed to show you my hands and open the door, asshole? You just cancelled yourself out. Wait…did I just call Sgt. Tanner an asshole? Where did that come from?' Brian thought, getting out of the truck.
"Put your hands on your head-behind your head. Face the front of the vehicle, walk backwards towards the rear. Take two steps to your right, stop right there."
Brian followed orders and stood as Muse frisked him roughly.
"What'd I do, man?" he asked as Muse cuffed his arms behind his back, hard.
"Shut up." Muse ordered. "He's clean sarge."
Brian watched the LA landscape fly by as they took him to headquarters. He stumbled out of the car and began tugging on the cuffs in annoyance.
"Damn! Muse, will you get these things the hell offa me? Shit, you put'em on so god damned tight!" Brian snapped as Muse keyed the lock open. Brian rubbed his wrist angrily, following Muse and Tanner into the headquarters.
"I like realism." Muse said, smiling wickedly at the younger man.
"You like realism…" Brian muttered, still rubbing his wrist.
"Never know who's watching. Especially if it's that bloke that doesn't like you. Don't wanna blow your cover now do you?" Muse taunted.
'Fuck face.' He thought
Later, all Brian could remember from the brief was Tanner's final warning.
"Not that I want to contradict Harry's fine judge of character but, uh, Toretto did hard time for nearly beating a guy to death. He's got nitrous oxide in his blood and a gas tank for a brain. Do not turn your back on him. Period."
Little did he know, Brian would end up doing the exact opposite.
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Eli looked out from under the Neon she was working on-someone had pushed the goddamned brakes too hard the ass-and nearly collapsed in laughter at what was pulling into the drive.
"Well, well, well…" she said loudly, rolling out from beneath the Neon and standing.
"If it ain't what got Ms. Letty's pants in a twist." She finished. "OW!" she yelled as Dom smacked the back of her head angrily, "What the FUCK?"
"We'll talk later." He said quietly. Eli nearly lost it but was calmed as Jesse and Mia pulled her away from Dom. Needless to say, Eli and Dom did not get along very well, constantly butting heads.
"And what is this?" Dom asked Brian, who stood in front of the car, a slight tinge of pink in his cheeks.
"This is your car." Brian said confidently.
"My car?" Dom asked. "I said a ten second car not a ten minute car."
"You could push this across the finish line…" Jesse said, pounding on the side panel. "Or tow it…"
"You couldn't even tow that across the finish line." Eli said before moving back to her Neon and sliding back under. During the conversation you could occasionally hear a snort from beneath the Neon and Dom decided that Eli would get a very bad ass kicking later that night.
"No faith, man." Brian said.
"Oh I got faith. This isn't a junkyard though it's a garage." Dom replied. He snorted when Brian told him to pop the hood and Jesse examined the engine (s. are there two in there in the movie? I never know if there are or not).
The next morning, Jesse showed Brian what the car would look like with a special program and he was surprised.
"Man you should be goin' to, like, MIT or somethin' for this shit." Brian said, looking at Jesse wide eyed.
"Can't. I got that-that…shit what is it? That attention disorder thing…" he said, waving his cigarette around.
"What ADD?"
"Yes. That…shit… Yeah. You know, I was good in algebra. And like math and shit. Everything else I failed. Dropped out of school. I don't know. It's just something about engines that calms me down, you know?" Jesse asked, looking at Brian whose vision of these people was changing every second he spent with them.
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As Brian approached Letty's house he saw a small figure on the porch. As he drew closer, he realized that it was Eli and that she was shaking. She looked up in surprise as his feet touched the first steps and her eyes grew confused, then angry, then just plain not caring.
"Eli? You okay?" he asked, approaching her cautiously.
"I'm fine." She snapped, turning away from him. Automatically, his eyes raked her skin, looking for any sign of abuse or discomfort.
"I'm not the bad guy, you know." He said, walking closer.
"No shit, chumpy. That's Dom-shit. I didn't just say that." She said, whirling around on the porch swing. "You forget I ever said that or I swear to god-"
"Brian?" said a voice and they both jumped, looking at the door. Letty stood in the doorway in a tank top and low cut leather pants, looking stunningly good.
"Hey Let." Eli said. "Brian and I were just talking. Weren't we Brian?" Brian stared at Eli , whose eyes were pleading with him not to tell her anything.
"Yeah. Just talking about cars, Let. About cars." He said, locking eyes with Eli once more as Letty pulled him inside.
A/N: SOOOORRRRRRYYYYY! About the LOOOOOOOOOOOOONG (horrendously long) wait peeps! I tend to write myself into corners even with a guide (the script) to back me up. Anyway, this chappie is for those who reviewed! And I bet you have a million questions now right? Like what happened to Eli to make her like that? How's the cookout gonna go? When will I shut up? (Everybody wants to know that!)