TFATF Fic - Shock of Silence 8/11
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raynedanserwritesCHAPTER: 8 of 11
AUTHOR: Den
RATING: PG-13 (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!
***** ***** *****
For the second time in less than a week, the police had been called to the Toretto residence. For the second time in less than a week, Mia waited for a crime scene unit to arrive to cover her life in print dust. For the second time in less than a week, she had Vince’s arms to shield her. This time, she realized they held a promise of more.
"Hey, guys, I’ll wait for CSU if you want to get going."
Mia groaned when she recognized Brian’s voice. She wondered what the hell it would take to get him to leave her alone. "Easy, V," she whispered when she felt him tense.
Brian crossed the room to where they were standing against the wall, surveying the damage as he crossed the room. "You know how to throw one hell of a party, Mia," he smirked.
Behind her, Vince’s body vibrated with tension. She snuggled into his arms to try to relax him. "Vince-" she said.
She turned her attention to the blond man in front of them. He’d walked in and taken charge like he belonged there. At one time she’d thought he might belong. Now, the only thing Mia wanted was him out of her home and her life. For good.
"Go to hell, Brian."
"Already there."
"Then just go away."
He looked around the ransacked room before answering. "Nah, I can’t do that. I’m the only one here until CSU arrives."
Mia sighed. "Brian, what the hell do you want?" she asked. "I’ve told you, I don’t know where Dom and Letty are."
"Bullshit! You’re his baby sitter. His only living relative." Brian paused as he looked at Vince. "And you’re his oldest friend - do you really expect me to believe he hasn’t contacted you even once? Come on! Even I’m not that stupid!"
"Wouldn’t be so sure of that," Vince grumbled.
Brian took a step closer. "What’s that, Vince? I didn’t quite hear you."
Vince tightened his hold on Mia. "Nothing, O’Connor, absolutely nothing."
Mia knew Brian was taking in every detail - not just of the living room, but of the two of them as well. She knew she and Vince looked cozy but also knew that until she had a chance to talk to Vince, cozy was all that it was. Brian didn’t know that, though and at the moment, that suited her just fine.
Brian gripped her lower arm tightly. "Mia, tell me where he is," he insisted.
Mia snatched her arm free and massaged where he had touched her. Pink welts formed where his fingers had curled around her arm. She looked up and met his eyes. Never had she hated so much than she did him at that moment. She wondered what had ever possessed her to think she had cared about him.
"You do not want to be doing that again, O’Connor." Vince let go of Mia and stepped around her, making his body a barrier between her and Brian.
"Get out of here, Brian. Just go. I just saw CSU pull in and I want you out of my house. If you ever come here again, I’ll slap your ass with a harassment suit."
"Mia-" he began, then turned on his heel and left as the CSU members filled the living room and began their job.
Vince spun her around and examined her arm. "Are you okay?"
A smile flickered across her face. "I’m fine, V."
"Because if that little fucker had hurt you-"
"V, I’m fine. He won’t ever hurt me again."
*****
Upstairs, Vince found Mia sitting on her bed, facing away from her open door. He entered without knocking, leaned against the wall and watched her in silence. Her long hair spilled down her back in dark chocolate waves. She looked small and fragile. Short of tracking Dom down and dragging his ass back, Vince didn’t know what he could do to make it go away.
That was a new feeling for him. Always before, if something was broken, he could buy the parts, dig out the tools and fix it. Then again, before it had always been something mechanical. Not his best friend’s baby sister. Not the woman he’d been in love with for as long as he could remember.
Vince went around the bed and knelt in front of her. She was holding her hands together in her lap. He covered them with his own.
"I’m sorry, Mia," he whispered as he finally broke the silence.
Mia raised sad eyes to him. "For what, V?"
He shrugged. "I don’t know. Because Brian is an ass. Because Jesse was murdered and Dom disappeared. Because Lance clobbered me over the head before I figured out he was behind all this. And because I don’t know what to do to make him fucking stop."
Mia chuckled softly and slowly shook her head. "You’ve done the best you could with the little that Dom left you, Vince."
He still knelt in front of her, waiting for her to continue. When one of her small hands slid from beneath his and cupped his cheek, he looked up at her in surprise. Her lips met his with the lightest whisper of touch.
Vince pulled back, ready to ask a question, but forgot it as soon as he saw the look on her face. "Mia?"
"I knew I should have started dating my brother’s friends sooner," she teased.
"You dated Brian," he pointed out.
"With friends like that, who needs enemies?"
Right then, Vince knew he had to leave. Knew that if he didn’t, something was going to happen to change things between them forever. He’d been waiting for a chance like this, but now the very idea scared the shit out of him.
He stood slowly. "I should go," he whispered. "If I stay-"
Mia smiled. "If you stay, you might kiss me again?"
She paused for only a moment and watched him. Vince would have sworn she looked all the way to his soul. She got up from the bed and stood in front of him. Touching his arm lightly, she met his eyes.
"Would that be so bad?" she asked.
"Mia-"
Her hand slid to his shoulder, leaving a hot trail where she touched him. Her hand came to rest at the back of his head. At the same time, she pulled him down and rose on her toes to kiss him. The kiss was soft, gentle and lingering as she sought her own confidence. She pressed herself against him and twined her fingers through the hair that curled at the nape of his neck.
Vince moaned quietly. Where her lips and fingers had touched him, it felt as though his skin was on fire. With her body pressed against his, his jeans became tight across his groin. There was no doubt that he wanted her. He knew when she moved against him that she knew. But did he want her like this? With emotions running high?
He pulled back, then kissed her softly, just barely touching her lips with his. He smiled as he brushed his finger down her cheek, then drew in a ragged breath. When he spoke, his voice was thick with emotion.
"Mia, I want you. I won’t tell you I don’t. But not like this. Not with Lance’s shit hanging over us."
Mia grinned. "Kissing me is that bad, huh?"
He shook his head. "No. No, it’s that good. That’s half the problem."
Mia flopped across her bed and stared at the ceiling. Her hair hung over the edge of the mattress as she stretched her arms over her head. She made a mental note to thank Leon and Teri for cleaning up her room and exhaled loudly.
"So, now what?" she asked finally.
She felt the bed give as Vince stretched out next to her and propped himself up on his elbow. "We talk to Leon and Teri. See what we can come up with to stop Lance," he answered finally.
She rolled onto her side so she could face him. "That’s not what I meant."
A half-smile tugged at his mouth. "I don’t know. I guess we just take it one day at a time.
Mia smiled. "I can handle that. We need to head out to the beach to meet up with Teri and Leon."
AUTHOR: Den
RATING: PG-13 (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!
***** ***** *****
For the second time in less than a week, the police had been called to the Toretto residence. For the second time in less than a week, Mia waited for a crime scene unit to arrive to cover her life in print dust. For the second time in less than a week, she had Vince’s arms to shield her. This time, she realized they held a promise of more.
"Hey, guys, I’ll wait for CSU if you want to get going."
Mia groaned when she recognized Brian’s voice. She wondered what the hell it would take to get him to leave her alone. "Easy, V," she whispered when she felt him tense.
Brian crossed the room to where they were standing against the wall, surveying the damage as he crossed the room. "You know how to throw one hell of a party, Mia," he smirked.
Behind her, Vince’s body vibrated with tension. She snuggled into his arms to try to relax him. "Vince-" she said.
She turned her attention to the blond man in front of them. He’d walked in and taken charge like he belonged there. At one time she’d thought he might belong. Now, the only thing Mia wanted was him out of her home and her life. For good.
"Go to hell, Brian."
"Already there."
"Then just go away."
He looked around the ransacked room before answering. "Nah, I can’t do that. I’m the only one here until CSU arrives."
Mia sighed. "Brian, what the hell do you want?" she asked. "I’ve told you, I don’t know where Dom and Letty are."
"Bullshit! You’re his baby sitter. His only living relative." Brian paused as he looked at Vince. "And you’re his oldest friend - do you really expect me to believe he hasn’t contacted you even once? Come on! Even I’m not that stupid!"
"Wouldn’t be so sure of that," Vince grumbled.
Brian took a step closer. "What’s that, Vince? I didn’t quite hear you."
Vince tightened his hold on Mia. "Nothing, O’Connor, absolutely nothing."
Mia knew Brian was taking in every detail - not just of the living room, but of the two of them as well. She knew she and Vince looked cozy but also knew that until she had a chance to talk to Vince, cozy was all that it was. Brian didn’t know that, though and at the moment, that suited her just fine.
Brian gripped her lower arm tightly. "Mia, tell me where he is," he insisted.
Mia snatched her arm free and massaged where he had touched her. Pink welts formed where his fingers had curled around her arm. She looked up and met his eyes. Never had she hated so much than she did him at that moment. She wondered what had ever possessed her to think she had cared about him.
"You do not want to be doing that again, O’Connor." Vince let go of Mia and stepped around her, making his body a barrier between her and Brian.
"Get out of here, Brian. Just go. I just saw CSU pull in and I want you out of my house. If you ever come here again, I’ll slap your ass with a harassment suit."
"Mia-" he began, then turned on his heel and left as the CSU members filled the living room and began their job.
Vince spun her around and examined her arm. "Are you okay?"
A smile flickered across her face. "I’m fine, V."
"Because if that little fucker had hurt you-"
"V, I’m fine. He won’t ever hurt me again."
*****
Upstairs, Vince found Mia sitting on her bed, facing away from her open door. He entered without knocking, leaned against the wall and watched her in silence. Her long hair spilled down her back in dark chocolate waves. She looked small and fragile. Short of tracking Dom down and dragging his ass back, Vince didn’t know what he could do to make it go away.
That was a new feeling for him. Always before, if something was broken, he could buy the parts, dig out the tools and fix it. Then again, before it had always been something mechanical. Not his best friend’s baby sister. Not the woman he’d been in love with for as long as he could remember.
Vince went around the bed and knelt in front of her. She was holding her hands together in her lap. He covered them with his own.
"I’m sorry, Mia," he whispered as he finally broke the silence.
Mia raised sad eyes to him. "For what, V?"
He shrugged. "I don’t know. Because Brian is an ass. Because Jesse was murdered and Dom disappeared. Because Lance clobbered me over the head before I figured out he was behind all this. And because I don’t know what to do to make him fucking stop."
Mia chuckled softly and slowly shook her head. "You’ve done the best you could with the little that Dom left you, Vince."
He still knelt in front of her, waiting for her to continue. When one of her small hands slid from beneath his and cupped his cheek, he looked up at her in surprise. Her lips met his with the lightest whisper of touch.
Vince pulled back, ready to ask a question, but forgot it as soon as he saw the look on her face. "Mia?"
"I knew I should have started dating my brother’s friends sooner," she teased.
"You dated Brian," he pointed out.
"With friends like that, who needs enemies?"
Right then, Vince knew he had to leave. Knew that if he didn’t, something was going to happen to change things between them forever. He’d been waiting for a chance like this, but now the very idea scared the shit out of him.
He stood slowly. "I should go," he whispered. "If I stay-"
Mia smiled. "If you stay, you might kiss me again?"
She paused for only a moment and watched him. Vince would have sworn she looked all the way to his soul. She got up from the bed and stood in front of him. Touching his arm lightly, she met his eyes.
"Would that be so bad?" she asked.
"Mia-"
Her hand slid to his shoulder, leaving a hot trail where she touched him. Her hand came to rest at the back of his head. At the same time, she pulled him down and rose on her toes to kiss him. The kiss was soft, gentle and lingering as she sought her own confidence. She pressed herself against him and twined her fingers through the hair that curled at the nape of his neck.
Vince moaned quietly. Where her lips and fingers had touched him, it felt as though his skin was on fire. With her body pressed against his, his jeans became tight across his groin. There was no doubt that he wanted her. He knew when she moved against him that she knew. But did he want her like this? With emotions running high?
He pulled back, then kissed her softly, just barely touching her lips with his. He smiled as he brushed his finger down her cheek, then drew in a ragged breath. When he spoke, his voice was thick with emotion.
"Mia, I want you. I won’t tell you I don’t. But not like this. Not with Lance’s shit hanging over us."
Mia grinned. "Kissing me is that bad, huh?"
He shook his head. "No. No, it’s that good. That’s half the problem."
Mia flopped across her bed and stared at the ceiling. Her hair hung over the edge of the mattress as she stretched her arms over her head. She made a mental note to thank Leon and Teri for cleaning up her room and exhaled loudly.
"So, now what?" she asked finally.
She felt the bed give as Vince stretched out next to her and propped himself up on his elbow. "We talk to Leon and Teri. See what we can come up with to stop Lance," he answered finally.
She rolled onto her side so she could face him. "That’s not what I meant."
A half-smile tugged at his mouth. "I don’t know. I guess we just take it one day at a time.
Mia smiled. "I can handle that. We need to head out to the beach to meet up with Teri and Leon."
