Saving Jane

Chapter Seven: "What The Fuck Did They Do?"

A/N: Okay, so anyone who doesn't like this storyline doesn't need to be reading this story. I keep getting nasty reviews from idiots who have no life and seem to think that making mine hell is amusing. So please just stop it. I'm getting incredibly sick of the B.S.

And to make something clear this is NOT a Dom/Letty fic. Letty may not be a *itch in the movies but she is in this fic because it suits my evil purposes. Anyone who doesn't like it can just hit the little 'back' button at the top-left of their browser.

WARNING: The rating has gone up to 'M' because I decided to add a little language for some realism. I figured if Dom was ticked off enough he'd cuss a little, and there was cussing in the movie too. There are several F-words in this chapter. Be warned (hence the whole 'WARNING' thingy). Also, I may add sex later on depending on my mood, but I make no promises. Simply be warned.

Sorry it's a shorty chapter.

XOXO

~ Jane McB.

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It wasn't long before Jane had found out that Dom was taking her to the doctor's office the next day, and she didn't like it one bit. Jesse had accidently spilled the beans while they were playing video games and he had seemed very nervous about her reaction when he'd let it slip. She hadn't yelled or gotten angry like he seemed to think she would. Instead she remained quite calm and finished their game before politely excusing herself to speak with Dom about it. She couldn't afford for anyone to find out about her, at least anymore than the Torettos already had. She had to get to the border, and fast, preferably before her father found out that his goons had screwed up and not finished the job of offing her like they were supposed to.

Jane walked calmly into the living room, her face showing no emotion.

"Dom, I would like to speak privately with you if you have a moment," she said neutrally.

Everyone's eyes turned to her in unpleasant anticipation; they knew something had upset her just by the evenness of her tone and the lack of emotion in it.

She felt Jesse's presence behind her and she moved to the side in the doorway so that he could pass. He seemed surprised that she knew he was there, and walked meekly by her.

Dom's face held raw determination in it as he looked at her.

"We'll go in the kitchen," he said, not wasting time. He walked toward the swinging door and pushed it open, holding it for her. She strode over to him and entered the kitchen, forced to get uncomfortably close to him as she squeezed past him in the narrow doorway. Her pale face turned pink with a slight blush, and though Dom noticed, he said nothing.

He followed her in, letting the door swing shut behind him. He leaned against the kitchen counter and watched her intently.

"What did ya need to talk to me about?" he asked, folding his large arms against his broad chest. She found it hard to focus when he looked like that, strong and utterly determined. She knew one thing though, and it was that he wasn't going to back down easily.

"Jesse said that you have a doctor's appointment for me tomorrow," she said with more calm than she felt.

Dom's eyes darkened and he looked irate.

"Don't be angry with him," she said severely. "It wasn't his fault, it just slipped out. Besides, it was best that I know. You need to cancel that appointment; if you don't they may charge you a fee when I don't show up."

"You are going to show up at that appointment tomorrow, 'cause I'm taking you," Dom said in a no-nonsense tone. "That's final."

Why was he so determined? Jane closed her eyes briefly and took a cleansing breath, fighting for calm. When she opened them again she felt more in control. She was teetering on the edge of a mental breakdown from living in years of hell; even a little control could keep her from falling off the edge.

"It isn't final, Dom. It can't be final because I can't go." Her voice was neutral, not an ounce of frustration or attitude in it; she was doing everything she could to handle this with maturity and keep from fighting with one of the few people in her life that had ever been good to her. It didn't appear to be working all that well.

"Why the fuck not?" he said, nearly shouting now. Jane gritted her teeth and winced, a heavy feeling in her gut. She was fighting tears now, tears that had been building up for the past seventeen years of her life.

She just wanted it to stop.

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Fuck it! I'm makin' her cry, Dom thought, severely frustrated. He could see how hard Janie was struggling for control, the way she fought her emotions like a warrior. She was a tough little thing, that was for damn sure. He shouldn't have gotten so mad; whatever was wrong was serious to her, and even if her lack of cooperation frustrated him he knew he needed to have a helluva lot more patience if he was going to manage not scaring her away.

"Look, Janie," he said, rubbing his hand across the back of his head. "I'm sorry. I just don't get why you're so dead set on not going to the doctor. You're sick and you need to be looked after."

Through shining eyes she smiled at him, gratitude reflected in her expression.

"I know you want to help me but I'm fine, really," she said. "I just can't go."

"But why, Janie?" he asked, trying to reign in his frustration. He was normally pretty in control of his emotions but this kid was taking him on the emotional rollercoaster of his life. Down straight to hell whenever she so much as frowned, and straight up to heaven when she smiled at him. Didn't make any damn sense.

"You're not stupid, Dom," she said, not meeting his eyes. "You know I'm on the run; you can tell just by looking at me."

His heart softened and he stepped forward, gently grasping her fragile shoulders in his large hands. His gut wrenched when she flinched at the unexpected contact.

"No one's gonna hurt you, Janie," he said seriously, willing her to understand. "I swear it. I won't let anything happen to you."

She looked up at him with sad eyes full of sorrow and hopelessness that had taken many years to build up.

"It's not me I'm worried about, Dom," she said.

"Whoever hurt you isn't all-powerful, Janie."

"I think you'd be surprised," she whispered, tears beginning to flow freely from her dark green eyes. He held her tightly against his chest, torn between rage and sorrow for this sweet girl who had been so hurt. She didn't shy away this time but clutched him closer, weeping freely now into his dark grey t-shirt.

"What the fuck did they do to you, Janie?" he whispered. "What the fuck did they do?"