TFATF Fic - Shock of Silence 9/11
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raynedanserwritesCHAPTER: 9 of 11
AUTHOR: Den
RATING: R (for violence)
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 looked at Mia in the passenger seat next to him, then down to where her hand was enclosed in his. He wondered what Dom would do if he knew. But then, lately he’d wondered what Dom would do about a lot of things.
"So, we didn’t need to bring any food?" he asked again.
"V! For the tenth time... Teri said she’d take care of it. We’ve got the blankets so we’re all set," she answered again, chuckling.
******
Leon’s yellow Skyline sat by itself in the beach parking-lot. Vince pulled in beside it and shut the car off. He reached behind them and grabbed two blankets from the backseat.
The path to the beach cut through a field splashed with bright wild flowers. Vince waited patiently as Mia picked a handful. When she’d skipped back to the path, Vince wrapped his arm around her.
"Happy now?" he asked as he squeezed her close. He relaxed as Mia snuggled closer to him.
"Yup. They were too pretty not to have to enjoy during dinner."
The path was short and dipped down a small grassy hill before opening onto the small beach that was surrounded by ocean, a high cliff on one side and a thick stand of trees on the other. As they reached the bottom of the hill, Mia slipped from Vince’s hold and ran to where Teri sat on the beach. Leon stood at the only picnic table. He’d brought a portable grill and was flipping steaks and foil packets.
Vince peeked over Leon’s shoulder. The steaks looked moist as marinade dripped from them into the fiery coals underneath and the smell of garlic and onion wafted from the foil packets. He inhaled deeply through his nose.
"Smells good," he commented. A cooler was on the ground nearby. Vince pulled it open, plucked a pair of Coronas and dropped the lid. He set one on the table where Leon could reach it. The other, he twisted open as he straddled the bench and sat down.
Leon closed the grill, then opened the beer and took a long drink. He studied Vince’s face. "Thanks. You look like shit. What the hell ran into you?"
"We had a surprise when we got back to town this morning." Vince looked past Leon to where Teri and Mia sat on one of the blankets, then turned his attention back to Leon and filled him in on everything that had happened since yesterday - from Mia’s tampered brakes, to the hole in the living room floor to Brian’s latest visit.
Leon whistled through his teeth and shook his head. "I can’t say as though I’m surprised. Lance hasn’t exactly been wrapped tight since Brian killed Johnny." He was quiet as a new thought occurred to him. "Shit, I have to tell Teri."
"Glad it’s you and not me, bro."
"Yeah, but maybe she can help us figure out how to stop him."
Vince set his beer on the table. "Mia! Teri! Can you come here?"
Mia and Teri got up from the blanket and were still giggling when they reached the picnic table. When Vince patted the bench space in front of him, Mia sat down and leaned back against him. Vince curled his arms around her and smiled at the look of surprise on Leon’s face. Teri leaned against Leon and took one of his hands in hers.
"What’s up guys?" Teri asked. She looked expectantly from one face to the next. Her gaze lingered on Vince’s bruised face the longest.
"Mia, you should tell her," Vince prompted.
"Teri, Lance is the one - um - harassing me."
Teri shook her head. "No, that can’t be right."
"You know me. You know I wouldn’t lie about this."
"How can you be sure?"
"What do you think happened to my face?" Vince asked quietly.
"Oh my God." Teri was quiet as she absorbed the news. "So what do we do now?" she asked finally. She sat down at the other side of the table. Leon stepped behind her and began to slowly rub her shoulders.
"We need to figure out how to stop him," Vince answered.
******
Lance thrummed the fingers of one hand rapidly against the steering wheel while the other hand gripped it so tightly that the knuckles were blanched white. Heavy metal music blared from the speakers. A loaded hand gun rested in the seat next to him.
He needed time to think, to plan and replan. Things were rapidly tumbling out of control and he didn’t know what to do to get it back.. He knew of a secluded beach several miles up the highway. In the past, he’d gone there seeking its peace and solitude when he needed to think. If ever he needed those qualities, he needed them now.
Being caught that morning was an unwanted kink in his plans. With Thom and Pornchai laid up, that left Lance alone to finish this. The problem was that he didn’t know what his plans were anymore.
Lance pulled into the parking lot and frowned when he recognized the Maxima and Skyline already parked there. His desire for a peaceful place to think quickly turned into a rage.
He could turn back. He could keep going and drive as he rethought the plan along the way. But a new plan began to take shape and he parked next to the yellow Nissan. He took the hand gun from the passenger seat and tucked it behind him in the waist of his pants. When he got out of the car, he was whistling merrily.
AUTHOR: Den
RATING: R (for violence)
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 looked at Mia in the passenger seat next to him, then down to where her hand was enclosed in his. He wondered what Dom would do if he knew. But then, lately he’d wondered what Dom would do about a lot of things.
"So, we didn’t need to bring any food?" he asked again.
"V! For the tenth time... Teri said she’d take care of it. We’ve got the blankets so we’re all set," she answered again, chuckling.
******
Leon’s yellow Skyline sat by itself in the beach parking-lot. Vince pulled in beside it and shut the car off. He reached behind them and grabbed two blankets from the backseat.
The path to the beach cut through a field splashed with bright wild flowers. Vince waited patiently as Mia picked a handful. When she’d skipped back to the path, Vince wrapped his arm around her.
"Happy now?" he asked as he squeezed her close. He relaxed as Mia snuggled closer to him.
"Yup. They were too pretty not to have to enjoy during dinner."
The path was short and dipped down a small grassy hill before opening onto the small beach that was surrounded by ocean, a high cliff on one side and a thick stand of trees on the other. As they reached the bottom of the hill, Mia slipped from Vince’s hold and ran to where Teri sat on the beach. Leon stood at the only picnic table. He’d brought a portable grill and was flipping steaks and foil packets.
Vince peeked over Leon’s shoulder. The steaks looked moist as marinade dripped from them into the fiery coals underneath and the smell of garlic and onion wafted from the foil packets. He inhaled deeply through his nose.
"Smells good," he commented. A cooler was on the ground nearby. Vince pulled it open, plucked a pair of Coronas and dropped the lid. He set one on the table where Leon could reach it. The other, he twisted open as he straddled the bench and sat down.
Leon closed the grill, then opened the beer and took a long drink. He studied Vince’s face. "Thanks. You look like shit. What the hell ran into you?"
"We had a surprise when we got back to town this morning." Vince looked past Leon to where Teri and Mia sat on one of the blankets, then turned his attention back to Leon and filled him in on everything that had happened since yesterday - from Mia’s tampered brakes, to the hole in the living room floor to Brian’s latest visit.
Leon whistled through his teeth and shook his head. "I can’t say as though I’m surprised. Lance hasn’t exactly been wrapped tight since Brian killed Johnny." He was quiet as a new thought occurred to him. "Shit, I have to tell Teri."
"Glad it’s you and not me, bro."
"Yeah, but maybe she can help us figure out how to stop him."
Vince set his beer on the table. "Mia! Teri! Can you come here?"
Mia and Teri got up from the blanket and were still giggling when they reached the picnic table. When Vince patted the bench space in front of him, Mia sat down and leaned back against him. Vince curled his arms around her and smiled at the look of surprise on Leon’s face. Teri leaned against Leon and took one of his hands in hers.
"What’s up guys?" Teri asked. She looked expectantly from one face to the next. Her gaze lingered on Vince’s bruised face the longest.
"Mia, you should tell her," Vince prompted.
"Teri, Lance is the one - um - harassing me."
Teri shook her head. "No, that can’t be right."
"You know me. You know I wouldn’t lie about this."
"How can you be sure?"
"What do you think happened to my face?" Vince asked quietly.
"Oh my God." Teri was quiet as she absorbed the news. "So what do we do now?" she asked finally. She sat down at the other side of the table. Leon stepped behind her and began to slowly rub her shoulders.
"We need to figure out how to stop him," Vince answered.
******
Lance thrummed the fingers of one hand rapidly against the steering wheel while the other hand gripped it so tightly that the knuckles were blanched white. Heavy metal music blared from the speakers. A loaded hand gun rested in the seat next to him.
He needed time to think, to plan and replan. Things were rapidly tumbling out of control and he didn’t know what to do to get it back.. He knew of a secluded beach several miles up the highway. In the past, he’d gone there seeking its peace and solitude when he needed to think. If ever he needed those qualities, he needed them now.
Being caught that morning was an unwanted kink in his plans. With Thom and Pornchai laid up, that left Lance alone to finish this. The problem was that he didn’t know what his plans were anymore.
Lance pulled into the parking lot and frowned when he recognized the Maxima and Skyline already parked there. His desire for a peaceful place to think quickly turned into a rage.
He could turn back. He could keep going and drive as he rethought the plan along the way. But a new plan began to take shape and he parked next to the yellow Nissan. He took the hand gun from the passenger seat and tucked it behind him in the waist of his pants. When he got out of the car, he was whistling merrily.
