The Fuel Cap is On Too Tight So Watch Out It Might Ignite

Rated M: For Violence, Curing, and Eventual Intercourse

Parings: Bria/Dom (Brian/Dom)

No Beta (Was looked over by the wonderful Nickyfox)

Gender Bend

A/N: Merry Christmas and Happy New Year, I hope that everyone was well, I haven't been feeling too well and did some major research so I can shoot out some more chapters! I hope you like it! ^_^

Chapter 2

When Bria woke up, if what she did could be called that, she knew immediately that the room she was in wasn't hers. It wasn't the little hobble of a closet that she slept in at the back of Racer's Edge that smelt like bitter metal and greasy motor oil. Here, in this room, the first and only thing she could smell was dust. A sour, acidic taste filled her dry mouth with a disgusting tang that made her groan despite the fact that her lips were stuck together with dry spit.

I must have been asleep for a while. She thought to herself as she sat up. Her breath hitched as she started to feel everything wrong with her. Her brow creased as she looked at the wrist brace on her left hand. Under the brace her hand was bandaged; she started to notice that someone has done some first aid on her. She lifted up the enormous t-shirt she was wearing and surveyed the bandages that were so tight she was having a hard time breathing. She also noticed that her face hurt like someone had taken a hammer to it. Was I in a fight? She wondered letting the t-shirt fall down covering her body again. She was having a hard time remembering what happened or where she was. The constant slew of pain was not clearing up the picture any more than she needed. In fact, it meddled with her thoughts, the pain inky black as spreading over her colorful memories, creating blank space where her memory was.

The last time she had felt this way was when she and Roman had a fall out a week before the "Big Bust" as she liked to call it. They had both gotten pretty messed up at Roman's grandma's house before Roman made some comment about Bria and her being a cop, it of course ended with a full body throw-down that had the both of them hurting and neither wanting to see each other ever again. After the "Bust" despite the fact that it wasn't on purpose and not her fault, Roman still told Bria that she was dead to him.

Either way she was fucked up. She probably had a concussion, a fractured cheekbone, maybe one if not more broken ribs, and that was just the major stuff. She probably had road rash all over her back and stomach from playing roly-poly in the streets with

…Ah! I fought Vince. Bria suddenly remembered. He had taken her coming to the diner as violently as she thought he might. Look where it got her! A trip to the hospital the moment she got over the throbbing pain her entire body was in.

Bria got up out of the bed grabbing the sling on the dresser next to her and fitting it around her shoulders. She noted the bottle of pain pills and a glass of water, but decided that since she really could not discern what the pills were, it was safer to not take them despite the horrible pain she was in. She had no fucking idea where she was, and that was a problem. The room was pretty empty: only the bed and a dresser. The walls a pale blue color, with no distinctive posters on the wall to tell her if the room belonged to anyone.

She crept towards the door, noting the multitude of bruises that covered her lily-white legs. I need to get a tan or wear longer clothing, she thought, noting that the shirt and the shorts she was wearing were not hers, it would make the bruises not seem so severe, like I did back when I was in middle school, before I met Roman.

She opened the door quietly peeking through the slit she made and saw nobody, there was a dining table, chairs and some horrific-looking fine china cabinets, that blocked her vision from being wide. She slipped out of the bedroom into the dining room, her feet quiet on the wood floors. She looked around and went out the door of what she deduced was the front hallway, before she heard the arguing.

"What the fuck were you thinking Vince?" a deep voice asked sounding like a roar from where she was standing.

"That bitch had it coming Dom!"

"What? She had it coming, why? What the fuck did she do to you Vince? Huh? Can you answer me that?"

"She was rude Dom…"

"So wait," Dom interrupted, "If someone is fucking rude to you, you think that's an okay to fight them?"

"Naw, Dom. That's not what I'm saying."

"That's what you just said Vince."

"Naw man, I mean it's more that just that, she was fucking rude and the bitch was trying to get in Mia's pants. She's a fag, and she needs to stay away from my family."

"… WHAT?" it was quiet and Bria hear a series of calming breaths before Dom continued, "Look Vince. Mia's a grown woman. I've had to come to that conclusion a long time ago, so if she's not saying no to the attention, it's not my fucking business, and I'm her FUCKING BROTHER." Another calming breath. "So, firstly, you need to back the fuck off with that shit. Don't use Mia as your excuse."

There was a flop as if someone had sat down, and Bria scooted closer to the front door hoping to get a chance to see what was going on before making a beeline out of the front door.

"Secondly…" Dom continued, "do you have a problem with gays? Are you homophobic? Because that shit ain't gonna fly around here, Vincent. Me and Letty are together on and off, but she likes women just as much as I do, and fucking Jesse likes men, so you nip that shit in the bud, Vince. Pronto. There ain't nothing wrong with loving someone, no matter who they are." Bria heard a deep sigh, "Look, in this situation you are completely in the wrong. You hauled off on a customer, for no good reason, and I only backed you up because you're family. Vince, you can't go around starting fights with people just because you feel like it. Especially a woman. Your reasons are weak as fuck man, you embarrassed me! Going fucking toe to toe with a woman, and you practically got your ass handed to you. Were you even fucking thinking? Don't answer that." He paused. "She could sue us, Vince! One call to the police, and we would lose you. Because what you did was assault."

Bria had heard enough. Her emotions were being pulled two ways. She was happy that Dom cared enough about what happened to reprimand Vince about his actions. She was also pissed that he was more concerned about the possibility of losing Vince over the fact that she could have been killed. This undercover job was dangerous, and she understood that. However, she never expected to be hurt so soon and so severely so early into the attempt. She needed to escape and regroup to lick her wounds and seriously think about her life choices. She tiptoed down the rest of the hallway, opened the door, and silently closed it behind herself to step outside. All she needed to do now was get find the red truck and drive back to Racer's edge. She chuckled to herself, thinking about how easy it just was for her to slip out the front door. She turned to face a very irritated-looking Letty and a smirking Jesse sitting on the edge of the stairs, staring at her with wide eyes.

"You got pretty far." Letty said, standing up and propping her fist on her hip, "But you need to get your busted ass back in the house now." Bria scoffed.

Who the hell did she think she was talking to? Bria was not a child and she did not like being treated like one.

"Look," she replied inching her way down the steps as if Letty hadn't just told her that she wasn't going anywhere anytime soon,

"I appreciate the brace..." She said pulling her arm out of the sling and lifting it up "...and bandages and all, but I have work to get to and…"

"Dom already fixed that problem, you're out of a job." Letty interrupted.

"What?"

"You work for Harry right?" Bria nodded. "When Dom dropped off the truck with Leon, he told Harry to fire you, so you're out of a job. You've been fired." Letty was saying all this so nonchalantly that Bria was having a hard time understanding it.

"What? Why? What the fuck? I needed that job; I live there too! Who gave anyone the okay to make life decisions for me?" She was panting by the time she finished, her ribs really starting to bother her with all the talking and walking.

"I don't need anyone's okay for me to make that decision." Bria jolted as Dom's voice came from behind her. "I made the decision because it was my family that fucked up and that makes you my responsibility."

Bria grimaced in pain and annoyance, "What if I don't want to be your responsibility?" she asked turning herself to fully face Dom.

"That's not your decision either." Dom said walking down the front porch and standing in front of her.

"This is bullshit and you know it!" She muttered waving her working hand wildly in front of herself, "How can you ask me, to trust the people, who sat idle while I was being beat up, huh? You expect me to believe that you're doing this because you care about me? All you fucking care about with whether or not I'm gonna fucking snitch on Vince. Well, guess what? I'm won't, so I'm asking you kindly to get your people out of my fucking way."

Dom grimaced he did not appreciate the way Bria was talking to him, and to some extent he understood what she was talking about. Vince fucked up, he could see that, but he could not trust the word of a stranger with the life of his family.

"Look, this is hard for the both of us, and to some extent you're right, I'm concerned that Vince's stupidity could end up with him being arrested and having to go to jail, but more than that, I am concerned about you." He was not lying, they could not take her to the hospital and Mia was due back from nursing school any moment. He wanted to make up for what happened. He knew from the moment that she had stepped into the Cafe and Diner that Bria was interested in Mia, she seemed to be a little interested in him also, but he knew that it would probably create problems with Vince. Vince had been in love with Mia since he first met her in the third grade, but Dom never thought that it would pan out like this, that his ignorance about the depth of feeling that Vince had for Mia would probably cost them their family, and personal comfort for at least a month.

"I'm worried about the concussion you might have…" he continued, "the broken ribs, the shattered or broken cheekbone, the fractured wrist, the bruises, scratches, and all the shit that comes with the idiotic fight that you and Vince had. So, no, I'm not going to ask anyone to move from where I asked them to be, and you're going to be the civil one and come inside. That way when Mia comes back from nursing school we can all act like you didn't get up despite your injuries." Dom smiled, he white teeth blinding all of Bria's reasoning. In regards to her mission this was a better solution than she could had planned. She had planned to, prior to her decision to quit which was still up in the air, pop up at one of the night races and put her car up for collateral. But now she would be stuck in their house, in close quarters with everyone without needing an excuse. She couldn't have asked for a better situation. The downside of course being that she would be in close quarters with a Vince, and that made all the advantage, suddenly turn sour.

"Vince has to stay the fuck away from me." Bria demanded poking Dom in the chest with her index finger, "I'm not joking, he comes too close and I'll shank him into his next life." She could see the gears in Dom's head whirling trying to find a solution to the wrench she had just thrown into his plans.

"Vince lives here, so I can't do anything about him running into you or being in your space, but I can make him promise not to touch you on purpose or start anymore fights for the time being." Bria thought about it, looking over at Vince, watching him pout in annoyance, he honestly probably wasn't that bad, he was probably a nice guy, but she really didn't want a repeat, and she needed to get her job done so she could get the fuck out of Echo Park.

"Deal."

A/N: I have an idea of how I want the story to go, anyone wanna guess? Was Bria a little OC? Please review! ^_^