TFATF Fic - Shock of Silence 5/11
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raynedanserwritesCHAPTER: 5 of 11
AUTHOR: Den
RATING: R (language)
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: Well DUH!
***** ***** *****
Vince and Mia slid into an easy silence that grew as the city disappeared behind them. Vince still hadn’t decided where they were going. He wasn’t sure it even mattered as long as no one could find them. He just drove. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but figured he’d know when he saw it.
They’d driven most of the day. When they weren’t driving, they were eating, looking at scenery - anything Vince could think of to try to distract her, even for a minute. It didn’t work though. Even when she smiled, her eyes still had a haunted look and her smiles never reached her eyes.
Mia sat curled in the seat next to him. She’d pulled her sunglasses down onto her nose and had been quiet so long, Vince thought she was sleeping.
"You didn’t have to hit him, you know," she said finally.
He kept his eyes on the road. "I know."
She sat up and locked her eyes on him. Vince felt like a lab specimen under a microscope.
"But you did it anyway."
He swallowed. "Yeah, I did it anyway."
Moments later, they rounded a corner in the road. A white wooden sign announced "Bed & Breakfast." Vince slammed on the brakes and made a sharp turn onto the crushed rock driveway. On both sides, tall trees reached their branches across the road and created a lush, green canopy. The driveway was long and a couple of seemingly random twists prevented them from seeing to the end. After the second curve, an expansive lawn heavily planted with apple trees in full bloom stretched out on their left. The right side was still heavily wooded.
After one final turn, the orchard became a lawn randomly dotted by colorful wildflower gardens. A large farmhouse with a covered porch stretched across the front looked like it had been planted in the middle of the field with the flowers. The setting sun behind the house gave everything a homey glow.
Mia inhaled sharply. "V, we can’t afford this."
She was right. He knew she was right. He also knew that she needed something as different from home as possible. From the looks of things, he’d found it.
"We have the money that Dom left us," he answered after a long silence.
"Vince, that’s for emergencies."
He slowed the car to a stop in front of the house then turned to face her. He allowed himself the luxury of reaching out to touch her cheek briefly when what he really wanted to do was hold her in his arms.
"Mia, if this doesn’t count as an emergency, I don’t know what does."
The first person they found inside the house reminded Vince of his grandmother. White hair was pulled into a long braid flopped over one shoulder. She wore jeans and a tee shirt and nothing on her feet. Glasses had been pushed to the top of her head. The smile she greeted them with was warm and friendly and made her eyes sparkle.
Like what Mia’s smile is supposed to do, Vince thought.
"Can I help you kids?"
"We’d like a room, please," Mia answered politely.
The woman’s smile grew as she nodded at Mia. "Sure. Have your young man get the bags then check in with my husband, Artie. I’m Charlotte. Follow me, honey."
*******
The room that Charlotte led Mia to was on the third floor at the top of the house. It’s walls were painted a pale blue. A full size bed with a white iron headboard and footboard took up the right side wall of the room. A log cabin quilt in shades of blue covered the bed. Pillows with matching shams were tossed across the top. A white eyelet skirt wrapped around the bed. White tables draped with white doilies sat on either side of the bed. On one table, an electric hurricane-style lamp glowed warmly. On the other table, an array of wild flowers filled a clear vase.
Opposite the door, a large bay window faced the back yard and acres of woods. Two white wicker chairs with blue cushions flanked a small table with a table cloth that matched the bed skirt. Another vase of flowers sat on top of the table.
Mia walked to the bay window and looked out. "It’s beautiful," Mia whispered.
"Thank you. This is my favorite room." Charlotte crossed over to the wall across from the bed and opened several built in doors and drawers. "TV and VCR are here, drawers for your clothes, anything you need. Bathroom is across the hall and feel free to use the fire place. Breakfast is at 7, I’ll see you then." With that, she slipped out of the room, leaving Mia standing in the middle by herself.
Mia looked at the wall across the bed. A brick fireplace with a small pile of wood dominated it. A dark wood mantel clock ticked away quietly.
She stepped into the room, kicked off her shoes and flopped back on the bed. She would close her eyes for only a minute, she told herself. Just for a minute. As she dropped into an uneasy sleep, images of Dom holding Jesse’s body mingled with Mrs. Mueller’s cat.
******
"Looks like we’re inside a fucking Easter Egg," Vince grumbled from the doorway. He came into the room and dropped their luggage onto the floor. He crossed to the fire place and began adding contents from a stocked wood-box to get it going.
Mia sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. "But it’s a pretty Easter Egg," she giggled. She sat up in bed and watched as the flames in the fire place grew, casting the room in a warm glow. She drew her knees up in front of her, wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin on her knees.
The bed creaked when Vince sat next to her and stretched his legs straight in front of him. Mia leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.
"You miss him?" Vince asked.
"Dom? Every day. What about you?"
Vince hesitated before answering. "Yeah."
"Hey, V? Do you hate him? For everything that’s happened?"
Vince pulled away. "What? No. No! He’s doing what he has to. I know that. What about you?"
"No. I worry. Wonder where he is. What they’re doing. If they’re ok."
They slid into a comfortable silence. Mia watched the flames dance to a rhythm of their own. She settled her head back against his shoulder.
"V?"
"Mm hmm?"
"You don’t know who is doing this to me, do you?"
"Not a damn clue."
"Then how are we going to stop them?"
"I don’t know."
The silence grew again as the fire began to die down. The golden glow cast into the room dimmed and Mia’s eyes grew heavy.
"I think it’s bedtime for me, but there’s only one bed, V."
Vince looked around the room. One bed, no couch and he was not sleeping on those wicker chairs. He looked to Mia and the bed she was sitting on and swallowed. "We’re adults. We can share," he answered hoarsely.
Mia nodded slowly. "Turn around then. Me first."
He did as she asked and tried to ignore the rustle of fabric as she changed for bed. The creaking bed was another thing altogether. That, he couldn’t ignore.
"OK, V," he heard finally.
When he turned around, she was already buried up to her chin beneath the light weight quilt. Her long dark hair haloed around her head on the pillows. She’d already closed her eyes. He bent over, undid the laces on his boots and kicked them off. They landed in a heap next to the luggage. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. Shit, now what? Fuck it, he thought and shrugged off his tee shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed, twisted and slid beneath the covers.
"You can open your eyes now, Mia."
Without answering, she reached over, snapped off the light and rolled onto her side. Vince stayed on his back and crossed his arms over his stomach as he tried to relax.
He was almost asleep when Mia spoke.
"V?" She sounded nervous, small in the dark.
"Yeah, Mia."
"Could you just - I mean - could you hold me, please? Is that okay?" she asked nervously.
Vince smiled in the dark, grateful Mia couldn’t see him. "Yeah, Mia. It’s okay." He rolled over, wrapped himself around her and slid one arm beneath her pillow. When she fidgeted against him to get comfortable, he knew there was no way she didn’t know how okay it really was.
Vince the protector. Yeah, right. Shit.
AUTHOR: Den
RATING: R (language)
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: Well DUH!
***** ***** *****
Vince and Mia slid into an easy silence that grew as the city disappeared behind them. Vince still hadn’t decided where they were going. He wasn’t sure it even mattered as long as no one could find them. He just drove. He didn’t know what he was looking for, but figured he’d know when he saw it.
They’d driven most of the day. When they weren’t driving, they were eating, looking at scenery - anything Vince could think of to try to distract her, even for a minute. It didn’t work though. Even when she smiled, her eyes still had a haunted look and her smiles never reached her eyes.
Mia sat curled in the seat next to him. She’d pulled her sunglasses down onto her nose and had been quiet so long, Vince thought she was sleeping.
"You didn’t have to hit him, you know," she said finally.
He kept his eyes on the road. "I know."
She sat up and locked her eyes on him. Vince felt like a lab specimen under a microscope.
"But you did it anyway."
He swallowed. "Yeah, I did it anyway."
Moments later, they rounded a corner in the road. A white wooden sign announced "Bed & Breakfast." Vince slammed on the brakes and made a sharp turn onto the crushed rock driveway. On both sides, tall trees reached their branches across the road and created a lush, green canopy. The driveway was long and a couple of seemingly random twists prevented them from seeing to the end. After the second curve, an expansive lawn heavily planted with apple trees in full bloom stretched out on their left. The right side was still heavily wooded.
After one final turn, the orchard became a lawn randomly dotted by colorful wildflower gardens. A large farmhouse with a covered porch stretched across the front looked like it had been planted in the middle of the field with the flowers. The setting sun behind the house gave everything a homey glow.
Mia inhaled sharply. "V, we can’t afford this."
She was right. He knew she was right. He also knew that she needed something as different from home as possible. From the looks of things, he’d found it.
"We have the money that Dom left us," he answered after a long silence.
"Vince, that’s for emergencies."
He slowed the car to a stop in front of the house then turned to face her. He allowed himself the luxury of reaching out to touch her cheek briefly when what he really wanted to do was hold her in his arms.
"Mia, if this doesn’t count as an emergency, I don’t know what does."
The first person they found inside the house reminded Vince of his grandmother. White hair was pulled into a long braid flopped over one shoulder. She wore jeans and a tee shirt and nothing on her feet. Glasses had been pushed to the top of her head. The smile she greeted them with was warm and friendly and made her eyes sparkle.
Like what Mia’s smile is supposed to do, Vince thought.
"Can I help you kids?"
"We’d like a room, please," Mia answered politely.
The woman’s smile grew as she nodded at Mia. "Sure. Have your young man get the bags then check in with my husband, Artie. I’m Charlotte. Follow me, honey."
*******
The room that Charlotte led Mia to was on the third floor at the top of the house. It’s walls were painted a pale blue. A full size bed with a white iron headboard and footboard took up the right side wall of the room. A log cabin quilt in shades of blue covered the bed. Pillows with matching shams were tossed across the top. A white eyelet skirt wrapped around the bed. White tables draped with white doilies sat on either side of the bed. On one table, an electric hurricane-style lamp glowed warmly. On the other table, an array of wild flowers filled a clear vase.
Opposite the door, a large bay window faced the back yard and acres of woods. Two white wicker chairs with blue cushions flanked a small table with a table cloth that matched the bed skirt. Another vase of flowers sat on top of the table.
Mia walked to the bay window and looked out. "It’s beautiful," Mia whispered.
"Thank you. This is my favorite room." Charlotte crossed over to the wall across from the bed and opened several built in doors and drawers. "TV and VCR are here, drawers for your clothes, anything you need. Bathroom is across the hall and feel free to use the fire place. Breakfast is at 7, I’ll see you then." With that, she slipped out of the room, leaving Mia standing in the middle by herself.
Mia looked at the wall across the bed. A brick fireplace with a small pile of wood dominated it. A dark wood mantel clock ticked away quietly.
She stepped into the room, kicked off her shoes and flopped back on the bed. She would close her eyes for only a minute, she told herself. Just for a minute. As she dropped into an uneasy sleep, images of Dom holding Jesse’s body mingled with Mrs. Mueller’s cat.
******
"Looks like we’re inside a fucking Easter Egg," Vince grumbled from the doorway. He came into the room and dropped their luggage onto the floor. He crossed to the fire place and began adding contents from a stocked wood-box to get it going.
Mia sat up and wiped the sleep from her eyes. "But it’s a pretty Easter Egg," she giggled. She sat up in bed and watched as the flames in the fire place grew, casting the room in a warm glow. She drew her knees up in front of her, wrapped her arms around them and rested her chin on her knees.
The bed creaked when Vince sat next to her and stretched his legs straight in front of him. Mia leaned over and rested her head on his shoulder.
"You miss him?" Vince asked.
"Dom? Every day. What about you?"
Vince hesitated before answering. "Yeah."
"Hey, V? Do you hate him? For everything that’s happened?"
Vince pulled away. "What? No. No! He’s doing what he has to. I know that. What about you?"
"No. I worry. Wonder where he is. What they’re doing. If they’re ok."
They slid into a comfortable silence. Mia watched the flames dance to a rhythm of their own. She settled her head back against his shoulder.
"V?"
"Mm hmm?"
"You don’t know who is doing this to me, do you?"
"Not a damn clue."
"Then how are we going to stop them?"
"I don’t know."
The silence grew again as the fire began to die down. The golden glow cast into the room dimmed and Mia’s eyes grew heavy.
"I think it’s bedtime for me, but there’s only one bed, V."
Vince looked around the room. One bed, no couch and he was not sleeping on those wicker chairs. He looked to Mia and the bed she was sitting on and swallowed. "We’re adults. We can share," he answered hoarsely.
Mia nodded slowly. "Turn around then. Me first."
He did as she asked and tried to ignore the rustle of fabric as she changed for bed. The creaking bed was another thing altogether. That, he couldn’t ignore.
"OK, V," he heard finally.
When he turned around, she was already buried up to her chin beneath the light weight quilt. Her long dark hair haloed around her head on the pillows. She’d already closed her eyes. He bent over, undid the laces on his boots and kicked them off. They landed in a heap next to the luggage. He unzipped his pants and stepped out of them. Shit, now what? Fuck it, he thought and shrugged off his tee shirt. He sat on the edge of the bed, twisted and slid beneath the covers.
"You can open your eyes now, Mia."
Without answering, she reached over, snapped off the light and rolled onto her side. Vince stayed on his back and crossed his arms over his stomach as he tried to relax.
He was almost asleep when Mia spoke.
"V?" She sounded nervous, small in the dark.
"Yeah, Mia."
"Could you just - I mean - could you hold me, please? Is that okay?" she asked nervously.
Vince smiled in the dark, grateful Mia couldn’t see him. "Yeah, Mia. It’s okay." He rolled over, wrapped himself around her and slid one arm beneath her pillow. When she fidgeted against him to get comfortable, he knew there was no way she didn’t know how okay it really was.
Vince the protector. Yeah, right. Shit.
