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

Rated M: For Physical Violence, Cursing, Bigotry and Eventual Intercourse

Parings: Bria/Dom (Brian/Dom)

No Beta (Was looked over by the wonderful Nickyfox)

A/N: I added some stuff I hope you like it! ^_^

Gender Bend

Chapter 1

Bria had been stalking the Toretto clan for the last few weeks, stopping at their little breakfast and cafe to flirt and information gather through Mia. She had met most of the clan and, because of her many visits, had deemed coming to get her tuna sandwich with no crust as a much safer venture if they weren't there. It was clear to her from their first glance her way that most of the group didn't approve of her. Especially Vince: for him, it seemed that her just breathing was an issue. And after turning him down when he made an attempt to coax her to his bed, his harassment had become outright animosity.

Despite that, Bria actually enjoyed the banter between her and Mia: she was sexy in a kind of innocent way, and she gave Bria a feeling of comfort that she hadn't felt in a long time. Another perk was, of course, that Bria got to experience some smoldering from the oldest Toretto, when he suddenly got thirsty and wanted to stare. She didn't mind, she stared back. And while Mia made Bria want to cuddle, Dominic made her palms sweat, her throat dry and her entire body thrum with sexual tension.

Toretto's Breakfast and Café was old, so Bria had to duck down to bend her six-foot frame whenever she stepped into the establishment, which was more and more often as of late. As much as she would like to credit it to her ingenious plan to integrate herself into the racing scene fold, she knew it had more to do with the Toretto's, namely Dominic. Even though she came there almost everyday, if not multiple times a day to talk to Mia, it was honestly the oldest Toretto that held her attention. Today was no different. As she stepped out, her baggy jeans hanging off of her thin hips, she brushed some imaginary lint off of her crop top that covered what little breasts she had. She could feel the gravitational pull that invited her every time she came close to the breakfast and cafe. Her slender hand carded her fingers through her short blonde hair in frustration, causing it to puff up. She sighed before grabbing a motor magazine and making her way to the café. Here we go, she thought to herself.

She flopped down at the bar, the stool scraping loudly as she slapped her magazine on the counter and looked up at the perkiest little behind she had seen in a long time.

Mia, putting down what was in her hand let out a long deep and suffering sign, asking "Tuna on white, no crust right?"

"I don't know. How is it?" Bria responded trying to look engrossed in the magazine.

"Everyday for the last three weeks you've been comin' in here and you've been askin' me how the tuna is." Mia tilted her hips, irritation framing her face, "Now, it was crappy yesterday, it was crappy the the day before and guess what? It hasn't changed."

Bria smirked, "I'll have the tuna."

"No crust?" Mia asked smirking back.

"No crust." Bria said absently nodding her head.

As Mia went over to make the food, Dom with his shiny bald head and tan skin slowly stood up his boots thudding heavily on the wooden floor as he walked towards the refrigerator in the back, grabbing a can of beer. Taking the opportunity to look Bria up and down, causing her breath to hitch and her nipples to bead. Man, did Dom make her feel like she was hot and horny all the time. He took a long swig of his beer, his Adam's apple moving up and down, some of the spilling beer combining with the sweat that was already caressing its way down into his wife-beater, making Bria want to take a moment and fan herself with her magazine. Mia cut into her line of sight banging down the plate with her sandwich loudly onto the counter, and by the time Bria looked back Dom had sat down his back to them again.

"Thank you." Bria said, setting the magazine down, glancing up as Mia turned the magazine, and started asking Bria about her interest in cars. There was a moment of serenity, Mia's soft voice bringing a false sense of safety and comfort that Bria had not felt in a long time. Then she heard the loud rumblings of engines coming closer and she knew she was in trouble. Bria turned to see a red, yellow, blue then white quartet of racing cars slipping into the parking area in front of the breakfast and cafe. These cars were all decked out with racing numbers and silver chrome decals.

Damn, shit was going to hit the fan any second. At least she had finished most of her sandwich…

The first thing Bria saw was a flame-tipped combat boot kick its way out of the car, followed by short legs covered in camo, haloed by a black thong and a red see through lace shirt.

Letty, Bria thought to herself, turning to watch the rest of the group clamber out of their cars. Leon came out next in a blue and white flannel and a chunky gold chain, his hair poofed back and a toothpick between his lips. Vince, looking stocky in a red wife-beater and his arms battle-scarred with tattoos, came out to yell at who Bria could only guess was young Jesse with his jean jacket and multi-colored beanie. Bria was sure it had something to do with the car not working.

"Talk to me, Jesse. This ain't working brother…" Vince had yelled, opening the front hood of his car.

"It's your fuel map. It's got a nasty hole." Jesse replied walking over to investigate the car, "That's why you're unloading in third."

Leon walked up, leaned on the edge of the hood and said, "I told you it was third," his southern drawl making his I-told-you-so more condescending. Vince quickly cut him off with a, "Shut up" and looked over at Jesse.

"I lengthen the injector pulse another millisec and just tune the Nos timer, you'll run nines." Jesse responded, looking up from the car. Bria turned away from the conversation, knowing that it wouldn't take long for them to notice the red Racer's Edge dodge truck sitting parked behind a busted, brown rusted hatchback.

Vince looked up from the car and saw it, that same fucking car, that had been popping up on his street almost every damn day for the last month. He grabbed Jesse by his chin, forcing him to look at the truck. and turned to see Bria talking to Mia.

"What's up with this bitch? What is she, sandwich crazy?"

"Naw V, she ain't here for the food dawg…" Leon said, his eyebrows suggestively dancing up and down.

"Chill out man, she's just slinging parts for Harry" Letty tried to cut in.

"I know what she's slinging," Vince said.

The crew flew in and greeted Mia as Letty made a beeline to the back. Letty was asking Dom if he wanted something to drink; her answer was him lifting the Corona he grabbed earlier. Vince leaned over the counter as he shoved a bowl of sugar Bria's way and sat down next to her.

"Finally came to your senses now?" He asked staring into Bria's face looking for a reaction. "Like a bitch in heat you've come lookin' for a good fuck. I'd be willin' to give you a ride." Bria didn't respond, staring straight at Vince. She heard "Ah, she's beautiful" from Jesse in the back, and the mouthful complement of, "I like her haircut" from Leon as he continued to chew on whatever he had stuck in his mouth.

Bria jolts out of staring when she hears Mia yelling Vince's name, knowing that it was getting close to time for her to leave before something happened. She stood up, pulling her wallet out, and handing her payment to Mia, "Thank a lot Mia, see you tomorrow." The moment she said it, Bria was sure that she had said the wrong thing. The only thing she could do now was flee before her smart mouth dug the hole deeper.

Vince couldn't fucking believe this piece of shit! She was just going to act as if he wasn't here and walk away. And she fucking told Mia she'll be back here tomorrow?

"I love this part." Leon whispered to Jesse from the back.

Vince fucking hated white entitled girls like Bria, girls that felt that they were too good for him and also poached on his turf. There was no misunderstanding that Bria wasn't interested in Vince and more than a little interested in Mia.

Vince slammed his fist into the counter, walked out after Bria and screamed, "Yo! Try Fatburger from now on. You can get yourself a double cheese with fries for $2.95, Bitch."

Bria walks faster, knowing that at this point that something, hopefully just an argument might happen, but couldn't help but reply, "I like the tuna here."

"Bullshit, asshole. No one likes the tuna here." Vince replied following behind Bria, his steps quickly eating the distance between them despite Bria's long strides.

"Yeah, well. I do." Bria replied wanting to punch herself. Why can't I just shut up? She thought as she pulled her keys out of her back pocket her shaking hand failing at it's attempt to stay steady so she could quickly open the car door when she finally made it. It seemed miles away as she raced to get away from Vince. She was actually happy that she was as close to the car as she was when Vince kicked her in the back. It gave her leverage when she pushed herself off the driver door and drilled her fist into his face. Vince took the blow well, and tackled her, lifting her light frame off the ground and slammed her into the side of the truck. Bria could see Letty running to the front of the café, pulling her sunglasses off, but did not see the next punch. The back of her head slammed into the door again, but she retaliated and punched Vince hard enough this time that he released her. As Vince stumbled back, Bria pushed herself off the car and tackled him. She got him in a headlock, but Vince started nailing her in the side with a flurry of punches. She heard something that sounded like Mia's voice, but her ears were ringing. She pushed Vince against the rusted hatchback and uppercut him. Vince retaliated and punched Bria hard enough to take her down. Vince clambered over her prone form and punched her, over and over in the face.

"You're just gonna take it now huh, bitch? Coming in here stinking up the place with your nasty slutty smell." She felt her lip split. Her mouth filled with blood and her head banged against the cement. She was sure her arm was dislocated. What worried her more than anything was that she couldn't hear anything. The ringing from earlier was gone, and Vince's mouth was moving but she wasn't registering any sounds. Everything around her was blurry; for one second she was sure she was about to die. Vince has his knee dug into her side, putting pressure on what she was sure was her lungs. He had, in the time that she was day-dreaming, come up with the idea that choking her, with his calloused hands, was a better idea than battering her face. She could feel the tight constriction and burning need for air crawling up her chest from throat. She started scrambling and scratching at his hands. She saw flickers of lights out of the corner of her eyes and then honestly knew that now she was about to be killed. Suddenly, his weight was gone and she scrambled to the side rolling towards the truck before looking up to find Dom.

Despite the blood and pain she was drowning in, Bria said, "Hey man, he was in my face." She raised her hands in surrender as high as she could put them.

"Well, I'm in your face now." Dom says taking a quick cursory glance at all of Bria and grimacing as if he didn't like what he saw. He was about to say something else when Vince shoved past Dom kicking and throwing punches. Bria backed closer to the car her fingers gripping at the handle and opened the door, slipping into the driver seat. Apparently she had left the car door open, she needed to remedy that quickly. She used her raw fingers quickly pushing the buttons on the driver-side car door, locking the doors behind her.

As Dom pushed Vince back, Bria rolled down the windows a bit to hear what was going on. Watching as Dom screamed, "Relax! Don't push it." Dom shoved Vince towards Leon who grabbed him and kept him from making his way back to Bria.

"You embarrass me!" Dom screamed, pointing his fingers at Vince. He seemed seething his chest heaving with the words that seemed to rush from his lips, like water from a broken dam. Bria watched as Leon corralled Vince back into the café also fussing at him, his lips marred with a frown as his pushed Vince closer to the café. Bria turned her eyes back towards Dom as Dom looked down and noticed what was probably her wallet on the ground.

"Jesse, give me the wallet." Dom commanded, his voice breathy from his yelling.

Jesse passed the wallet with a grimace and Dom opened the black leather wallet to find an Arizona License.

"Bria Lear Spilner, sounds like a serial killer name. Is that what you are?" Dom asked looking up and finally noticed that Bria had somehow made it into the car. He moved to the driver window and repeated his question concern flushing up his face as he noticed the bruising that was already starting on Bria. Bria who had been painstakingly checking her injuries shook her head no, tempted to roll up the window and ignore the world until she started to feel good enough to drive herself to the closest hospital.

"Hey!" Dom yelled and knocked on the window. Bria jolted in a way that didn't help any of her injuries none.

"Open the door," He directed pointing his finger to the lock buttons on the driver door.

Bria looked at him and couldn't help but smirk. It was comical how he really thought she would willingly open the door. She moved as if she was going to press the button he was pointing to and instead rolled up her window and flopped over on her side ignoring the man that was staring lasers at her through the car window. Hopefully, he would just go away. He had already showed her that he was good at ignoring her presence. The moment he did, she would drive away and talk to her superiors about reassignment. She had fucked up. There was no way she was going to get anymore information or even slip into the racing scene after what just happened. If anything, she would probably be blacklisted and wouldn't be able to even fucking continue doing her job as an undercover in the Los Angeles area for a while.

She gingerly used her hands, which she noticed were scraped and busted, Wow I really fucked myself up in that fight and patted her pockets again and sighed, her keys weren't there, which meant that they were somewhere outside. Is there anything else that could go wrong right now?

Because honestly she was fucking done with the world throwing curveballs at her face, because they were more akin to throwing a branch into the spokes of her bike as she's going over thirty miles. It was a train wreck waiting to happen and she wanted to know who was responsible because she didn't remember asking for this shit. Her muscles started to stiffen and she groaned. She wasn't even sure where she should go. Going to the hospital would blow her cover and make a report, going back to work would make Harry irritated and he would probably call Tanner, who would tell Bilkins and get her in deeper shit than she was already in. There was a possibility that she could sneak past and make it to the closet of a room that she stayed in at the back of Racer's Edge, but that room wasn't equipped to deal with her broken like this. Honestly she was starting to doubt that she would be able to move from where she currently was. Then she heard it, the jangle of her traitorous keys. She wasn't going to need to open the door anymore, because by the breeze she was suddenly feeling Dom had opened the door himself. She could feel the familiar claws of panic press its way down her throat stealing her breath as the door open.

She could feel his looming presence before she turned to see him bend to her level. Her breath was becoming more and more choppy as Dom got closer and closer to her. And the moment he slid his large arms under her and picked her up, the pain of her injuries was so intense she blacked out.

A/N: So what do you think so far? See any grammar errors? Want to guess what will happen next? Please review!