TFATF Fic - Shock of Silence 3/11
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raynedanserwritesCHAPTER: 3 of 11
AUTHOR: Den
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: N/A
SUMMARY: After TFATF, what becomes of the team?
DISCLAIMER: Vince, Mia, Brian, Dom, Jesse, Leon, Letty and Lance and Johnny Tran all belong to Universal Pictures. I have borrowed them solely for my entertainment and that of my friends, and no gain, financial or otherwise, will be realized from this story. The other characters are a creation of my imagination.
NOTES: The biggest complaint I have heard about TFATF and the stories that have stemmed from it is that the characters are cardboard. One dimensional. It was my hope with this story that I would give more to them. To make them jump out at you and be more than a cardboard cutout. I hope I did that.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
***** ***** *****
"You ready?" he asked. He held his hand out to Mia because he knew she would be reassured by that small amount of contact. Leaving wasn’t easy for her, but he couldn’t think of anything else he could do until they knew who was doing this.
She slipped her hand into his. "As much as I can be. Let’s go."
When she opened the front door moments later, she saw Brian leaning against one of the white posts on the porch. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets as he stared down at the planks of the deck. Dark sunglasses rested on top of his head, half hidden in unruly blond curls. He stood straight when Mia opened the door. The blue shirt he wore matched his eyes. They moved from a clearly upset Mia, to Vince, then back to Mia.
"Everything okay?"
Mia sighed impatiently and narrowed her gaze on him. "Not today, Brian. I told you last week that I didn’t know where they were."
Brian snorted. "Like I’d believe Dom’s only living relative doesn’t know where the fuck he is."
Vince had heard enough. Punk just couldn’t keep from pushing it, even after Mia had given him his answer. Vince’s fist connected with Brian’s jaw. Vince watched him stumble. At least he was smart enough not to swing back.
"Don’t care what you believe, O’Connor. Get the fuck out of here." Vince spoke through teeth that he’d clenched so tightly his jaw ached. Before Brian had a chance to respond, Vince had already shoved his way past him and walked to the car.
His hand was on the car door handle when Brian spoke again. Mia’s eyes caught Vince’s over the car, begging him to back off.
"Did you say something?" he asked Brian, forcing his voice to be calm. He still faced Mia, not trusting his temper.
"I was talking to Mia. I asked if you were going somewhere."
The look Mia gave Brian would have made Vince crumble to dust. He was glad the look wasn’t intended for him. He turned to face Brian and leaned against the car door.
"Yes, Brian, I am. I’m going away," Mia hissed.
Vince folded his arms across his chest and smirked as Brian’s gaze swung back and forth again. He could read the unasked questions in Brian’s eyes and wanted to laugh.
"With him." Brian made it a statement, not a question.
Vince grinned. "Yeah, with me. Go away, Spilner." He deliberately used the false name Brian had given them, infusing it with scorn.
Vince pulled away, glancing quickly in the rear view mirror. He could see Brian standing in the middle of the front lawn with a look of disbelief splashed across his face. Vince could guess what was running through his mind and didn’t care. The bastard had betrayed them all. He absently fingered the scar that twined around his right arm. The fact that Brian had saved his life didn’t matter. In the end, he had cost all of them far too much.
*****
Brian stood in the center of the lawn as the last sounds from the Maxima faded into silence. He looked around him. Not twenty feet away from him, Jesse had been killed. Twenty feet in another direction, he'd had his last real words with Dom just moments before Jesse's murder. This was the house he'd made friends in, fallen in love in, but he didn't belong here anymore. He understood that. He hadn't belonged here for several months now.
Jesse was dead, Vince had nearly died, Dom and Letty were gone. He'd lost Mia. She was apparently very comfortable with Vince. He didn't know quite how he felt about that.
What if she really didn't know where Dom was? What if Dom really hadn't told her where he'd gone? At one time, he'd been positive she'd known where Dom was hiding, but that sureness was now slowly giving way to doubt. Someone was stalking her, terrorizing her. If Dom knew about that, he'd come back, wouldn't he? She was his baby sister. He wouldn't care about his own legal problems, would he? He wouldn't let her go through this alone, would he?
No, he wouldn't. Not Dom. He'd come back and kick some ass.
Which meant that Brian owed Mia an apology. He sighed. He hated apologies.
AUTHOR: Den
RATING: PG-13
PAIRING: N/A
SUMMARY: After TFATF, what becomes of the team?
DISCLAIMER: Vince, Mia, Brian, Dom, Jesse, Leon, Letty and Lance and Johnny Tran all belong to Universal Pictures. I have borrowed them solely for my entertainment and that of my friends, and no gain, financial or otherwise, will be realized from this story. The other characters are a creation of my imagination.
NOTES: The biggest complaint I have heard about TFATF and the stories that have stemmed from it is that the characters are cardboard. One dimensional. It was my hope with this story that I would give more to them. To make them jump out at you and be more than a cardboard cutout. I hope I did that.
FEEDBACK: Yes please.
***** ***** *****
"You ready?" he asked. He held his hand out to Mia because he knew she would be reassured by that small amount of contact. Leaving wasn’t easy for her, but he couldn’t think of anything else he could do until they knew who was doing this.
She slipped her hand into his. "As much as I can be. Let’s go."
When she opened the front door moments later, she saw Brian leaning against one of the white posts on the porch. His hands were stuffed deep into his pockets as he stared down at the planks of the deck. Dark sunglasses rested on top of his head, half hidden in unruly blond curls. He stood straight when Mia opened the door. The blue shirt he wore matched his eyes. They moved from a clearly upset Mia, to Vince, then back to Mia.
"Everything okay?"
Mia sighed impatiently and narrowed her gaze on him. "Not today, Brian. I told you last week that I didn’t know where they were."
Brian snorted. "Like I’d believe Dom’s only living relative doesn’t know where the fuck he is."
Vince had heard enough. Punk just couldn’t keep from pushing it, even after Mia had given him his answer. Vince’s fist connected with Brian’s jaw. Vince watched him stumble. At least he was smart enough not to swing back.
"Don’t care what you believe, O’Connor. Get the fuck out of here." Vince spoke through teeth that he’d clenched so tightly his jaw ached. Before Brian had a chance to respond, Vince had already shoved his way past him and walked to the car.
His hand was on the car door handle when Brian spoke again. Mia’s eyes caught Vince’s over the car, begging him to back off.
"Did you say something?" he asked Brian, forcing his voice to be calm. He still faced Mia, not trusting his temper.
"I was talking to Mia. I asked if you were going somewhere."
The look Mia gave Brian would have made Vince crumble to dust. He was glad the look wasn’t intended for him. He turned to face Brian and leaned against the car door.
"Yes, Brian, I am. I’m going away," Mia hissed.
Vince folded his arms across his chest and smirked as Brian’s gaze swung back and forth again. He could read the unasked questions in Brian’s eyes and wanted to laugh.
"With him." Brian made it a statement, not a question.
Vince grinned. "Yeah, with me. Go away, Spilner." He deliberately used the false name Brian had given them, infusing it with scorn.
Vince pulled away, glancing quickly in the rear view mirror. He could see Brian standing in the middle of the front lawn with a look of disbelief splashed across his face. Vince could guess what was running through his mind and didn’t care. The bastard had betrayed them all. He absently fingered the scar that twined around his right arm. The fact that Brian had saved his life didn’t matter. In the end, he had cost all of them far too much.
*****
Brian stood in the center of the lawn as the last sounds from the Maxima faded into silence. He looked around him. Not twenty feet away from him, Jesse had been killed. Twenty feet in another direction, he'd had his last real words with Dom just moments before Jesse's murder. This was the house he'd made friends in, fallen in love in, but he didn't belong here anymore. He understood that. He hadn't belonged here for several months now.
Jesse was dead, Vince had nearly died, Dom and Letty were gone. He'd lost Mia. She was apparently very comfortable with Vince. He didn't know quite how he felt about that.
What if she really didn't know where Dom was? What if Dom really hadn't told her where he'd gone? At one time, he'd been positive she'd known where Dom was hiding, but that sureness was now slowly giving way to doubt. Someone was stalking her, terrorizing her. If Dom knew about that, he'd come back, wouldn't he? She was his baby sister. He wouldn't care about his own legal problems, would he? He wouldn't let her go through this alone, would he?
No, he wouldn't. Not Dom. He'd come back and kick some ass.
Which meant that Brian owed Mia an apology. He sighed. He hated apologies.
