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FIC: Along the Way (2/7?)

Title: Along the Way
Author: NightRider
Rating: PG
Fandom: The Fast and Furious
Characters: Dom, Brian, Mia, Rico, and Tego
Spoilers: All four movies
Beta: The forever amazing souleswanderer and fantastic raynedanser
Disclaimer: I own nothing related to Fast and Furious and no money was made from writing this story.
Summary: Dom has questions. He hopes Brian has answers.

A/N: This chapter is direct result of everyone who read, responded and offered such wonderful encouragement after reading my first story in this fandom. I offer a heartfelt thank you and a story that looks like it's shaping up to be much longer than I intended.

Brian jerked awake, his body lurching forward, his hand involuntarily reaching for his gun. He swallowed, his eyes adjusting to the darkness as his heart pounded against his chest. He ran his hand over his face – he was safe. More importantly, his friends were safe.

He swung his legs over the side of the bed, his head falling into his hands. He pressed his fingers against his eyes as if he could stop the images, as if he could quash the people in his mind forever – Vince, Jesse, Letty, Bilkins, Tanner, or any number of others along the way – none less important than the rest, but always there. Always there lurking, waiting for him to stop, to rest, to think.

He’d fallen asleep wearing his jeans. He pulled them off, opting for a pair of running shorts and a tee shirt that wasn’t covered with engine grease.

He heard the bathroom door open as the screen door slammed closed. Someone might have called his name, but he didn’t stop. The sounds of his tennis shoes hitting the packed dirt drowned out everything else.

The first mile was filled with Johnny Tran and the lack of pulse he’d felt when he touched his throat. Then he thought of Jesse and remembered Dom, covered in Jesse’s blood. He remembered the look they’d shared as if it was yesterday. He ran faster.

The second mile was filled with street races, too many to count, and Carter Verone and rats. Brian hated rats.

The third mile was reserved for the Toretto family and everything Brian had done to rip them apart.

Somewhere between the fourth and fifth mile Brian stopped thinking, his mind solely focused on the steady ache in his muscles and keeping his breathing even.

When he ended up on the doorstep of the makeshift Toretto home, he was sweaty, dirty, and running on fumes. It was barely light out, the hazy dawn just beginning to filter through the brown curtains in the living room. Brian had gotten used to everyone’s routine – Mia would be up first and Dom would show signs of life sometime before noon.

He showered and pulled on a pair of jeans and a tee shirt that at some point in its life had been white. He was going to have to do laundry soon. Mia mentioned there was a laundry mat a few miles up the road.

He pulled a soda out of the refrigerator and walked down the steps to the garage. When he opened the door, the single light bulb was already lit, swinging from its chain above the Eclipse.


“The roadrunner returns,” Dom replied, not looking up from the engine. He’d been there for awhile if the tools that were strewn across the garage were any indication.

“Roadrunner?” Brian looked down, shrugging. “I guess, yeah. Gotta keep in shape, you know?”

“That left over from being a cop?” Dom asked. Brian’s hand tightened around the soda can. Even though Dom’s tone was conversational, Brian didn’t feel like analyzing his less than stellar police career first thing in the morning.

“Not really. Always was good at running.” Dom had finished putting the headers in, which knocked about three hours off Brian’s plan for the day. “Looks like you got it under control,” Brian commented, pointing at the engine before turning on his heel and starting for the door.

“You’re not.”

Brian froze, his back facing Dom, his shoulders square. “What?”

“Good at running,” Dom finished. “In fact, you suck at it.”

Brian didn’t know what to say. His usually quick mind was sluggish and hazy and whatever bullshit response he’d come up with died on his lips when Dom said, “Hand me that adaptor fitting.”

Brian swallowed, his eyes blinking at the closed door. “Yeah, sure.”

It was mindless work, passing Dom whatever he asked for. A few minutes later he was taking apart the fuel injection system.

Somewhere in the middle of pressure gauges and steel brake lines, Dom asked, “Do you have any siblings?”

“The fuel mix should be three – wait, what?”

“You know, brothers and sisters. Hermanos and hermanas. Fratello and –“

“I get it,” Brian interjected. “No.” He hoped he’d put enough firmness and general disinterest to sway Dom for pursuing that conversation any further.

Dom made a noise in his throat and wiped his hands on a rag. “What about your parents?”

Brian looked up, his jaw set. “Why?”

Dom shrugged. “Just curious.”

“Don’t be. There’s nothing to tell.” Brian wiped his hands on his jeans. “You finished reattaching those wires?”

Brian should have known better because if there was anything he knew about Dominic Toretto, it was that he never let anything go. Not until he’d extracted each and every bit of information he wanted in vivid, graphic detail.

“I don’t think that’s true. I think there’s a lot to tell,” Dom said, his eyes slowly drifting to meet Brian’s gaze. “You know everything about me – my family, how my father died, my sister, my past, everything. And I don’t know shit about you.”

Brian looked at the ground, his eyes expressive and vivid, the storm waging just beyond Dom’s reach, and when he looked up again, it was gone, and there was nothing but frozen glass staring back at him. “You ever think there was nothing to tell? This is it, Toretto.”

Dom didn’t respond. He just raised an eyebrow that all but verbally called Brian on his bullshit.

Brian’s temper flared in an instant – why, he had no idea – but there was something about that smug expression on Dom’s face, like he knew something Brian didn’t, that sent his temper into overdrive. “I hate to disappoint you, but what you see is what you get, and as much as I’d like to stand out here and play twenty questions, I’ve got someplace to be.”

“Yeah?” Dom looked mildly interested, his arms crossing over his chest out of habit. “Where?”

“Get out of my way, Dom,” Brian said, his voice low. Dom cocked his head to the side as if considering Brian’s request, as if he had some right to keep him here. Finally, Dom stepped back, watching quietly as Brian disappeared out of sight.


Brian knew very little about Mexico, especially the southern border where they were living now. His grasp of the Spanish language was barely passable and he all but screamed American tourist everywhere he went.

He walked for the better part of the afternoon. It was a chilling thought to realize he had no place to go, no money, and basically no friends except the ones that were sitting back at Toretto’s place, and to call them friends? Not so much. People whose lives he’d ruined was a more apt description. He’d been waiting for the ax to fall since they got here, waiting for Dom to finally snap and finish what he’d started back in LA, to finish Brian because of Letty. Truthfully, Brian wouldn’t have blamed him. At least it would be over. Finally. After five years, one way or another, he needed it to be over.

Brian smelled the smoke before he saw the fire. He heard the screams before he saw the faces. As he rounded the corner, he saw it, a house fire, burning brightly against the falling sun. Two women were holding another woman back as she fought against their grasp, her small hands wildly clawing at their arms.

Despite his dismal Spanish, he knew to enough to know absolute panic, abject horror and the phrase ‘my daughter’ and ‘Maria’ being screamed over and over. And then Brian was running again. His elbow was through the glass window, his shirt was covering his mouth, and he was yelling Maria at the top of his lungs.

The smoke was burning his eyes, squeezing his lungs. He ducked as part of the ceiling gave way, the wooden frame collapsing as flames engulfed the roof. He rolled away, underneath the dining room table, his eyes blinking against the red, hot heat. He felt a hand against his, tiny fingers wrapping around his ring finger.

“Maria, it’s all right,” he said. Brian realized she had no idea what he was saying, but he smiled, all teeth and confidence, and pulled his shirt over his head, covering her face. Then he was up, running with Maria cradled against his chest. He turned and threw his shoulder against the door, the old wood splintering and falling away, and Brian dropped to his knees outside. Again, a woman screamed, and Maria squirmed in his arms.

He let her go and pressed his hands to his knees. There were more voices still yelling in Spanish, and two people grabbed his biceps and pulled him away. He struggled, his legs stubbornly refusing to carry his weight, and finally he managed to get his feet underneath him.

Somewhere behind him, what was left of the house collapsed, the flames engulfing every inch of wood, and Brian stared at his tennis shoes. Fuck, they were the only shoes he had.

Someone was pulling at his arm, talking a mile a minute, and Brian stared at her, trying to blink the smoke and ash out of his eyes. He thought she was thanking him, but she was talking too fast and Brian just kept staring at her.

A man approached and pointed at Brian. “Hospital?”


“'Cause you’re bleeding,” he said.

“Am I?” Oh, his elbow. His hands throbbed suddenly and he realized he was probably burned as well. Eh, this didn’t even make his top ten. “I’m fine. Thanks, though.”

“You need a ride home?”

“Nah, it’s okay.” Unfortunately Brian had no idea how to tell him where he lived, and really, he was more concerned about how the hell he was going to afford a new pair of shoes.

People milled around, watching the fire burned down to embers, and occasionally someone pointed at Brian and whispered. Eventually Brian figured he should attempt to amble home, and fortunately his legs decided to cooperate – if stumbling and busting his ass twice counted as cooperation.

He did manage to find Toretto’s house, though, and considered it a personal victory when he made it up the stairs without falling flat on his face.

“Brian, what the –“ Mia stopped, her eyes wide as she stepped back against the screen door so Brian could pass. “What happened to you?”

“I ruined my shoes,” Brian said, pointing down as his dirty, half charred trainers. His big toe poked out a hole in the fabric and wiggled as if adding necessary confirmation to Brian’s statement.

There was a screech of tires outside and a car door slammed. Someone was running.

“Mia, is he back yet?” Dom called.

The front door opened, and Brian continued to the refrigerator and pulled out a Corona. He paused, considering, and said, “You guys want a beer?”

“He just got here. Dom, he’s hurt,” Mia said softly.

The beer tasted good, cool and refreshing against Brian’s tongue as he swallowed the entire contents in less than twenty seconds. He reached for another, twisting the metal lid off and tossing the cap over his shoulder into the trash. When he turned around, Dom was somehow managing to fill the entire doorway.

“What the hell happened to you?” Dom asked, his eyes scanning Brian’s body. Brian scratched at a spot on his chest, a piece of ash falling away to reveal a small blister. Someone had been nice enough to give him a flannel shirt which he hadn’t bothered to button. He wondered if he’d thanked them.

“Earth to O’Conner! I asked you a question. What happened?”

Brian wondered why the hell Dom was yelling. He also wondered why everything in the house smelled like smoke. Dom grabbed his elbow and Brian hissed, his jaw clenching as he swallowed the pain along with a mouthful of Corona. Dom released his arm as if he’d been burned.

“Come over here, Brian. Sit down,” Dom suggested, easing back from the doorway. He made eye contact with Mia and might have said something, but Brian wasn’t paying attention. Instead, he padded across the living room floor and flopped on the couch. Pain registered somewhere in Brian’s mind, but he didn’t give it much notice. Instead, he focused on his toe that was mocking him through the hole in his shoe.

“Car fire?” Dom asked, sitting on the coffee table across from Brian.

“House fire,” Brian corrected.

“How exactly did you end up in a house fire?” Dom asked. Brian noted Dom didn’t sound angry anymore and figured that was a good thing. If Dom was going to finish what he’d started back in LA, two well aimed swings would probably do it tonight.

Brian pointed at his feet. “I ruined my shoes.”

“What does that have to do with anything?” Dom asked, rubbing his eyes.

“He’s really worried about his shoes,” Mia said.

“We’ll get you new shoes, Brian. Don’t worry about it.”

“I don’t take handouts,” Brian said automatically, his voice firm. “I’m no one’s charity case.”

“Whose house were you in?” Mia asked, flashing a quick look to Dom.

“Not sure,” Brian said, reaching underneath the flannel to scratch his elbow. There was blood on his fingertips when he pulled his hand away. “I didn’t get her name.”

Dom leaned forward, his gaze not leaving Brian’s face. “Brian, where was she?”


“And you were inside her burning house?” Mia asked, obviously confused. Brian felt for her. He was confused too.

“Brian, who was inside her house?” Dom asked quietly.

Brian crossed his arms over his chest. His brain was starting to hurt. Good, his hands, feet, and the rest of his body would have some company. “I thought I said I didn’t want to stand here and play twenty questions.”

“That was this morning, and you’re sitting not standing,” Dom replied, his voice completely even.

“I’m taking a shower,” Brian said, pushing off the couch and sidestepping around Dom. He didn’t owe them any answers and he certainly didn’t have to explain this.

“We’re not done here,” Dom said, standing and crossing his arms over his chest.

“Can’t it just be a stupid fucking house fire?” Brian yelled, yanking the flannel shirt off as he stalked to the bathroom. “Wrong place, wrong time, okay? No big story, just a stupid fire.”

He slammed the door with enough force to shake the house. The house wasn’t the only thing that was shaking.


Dom was standing at the bathroom door ready to kick it down when an old pick-up rolled to a stop outside. Dom swallowed and pulled himself away from the door, walking to the screen to meet the newcomer.

“Can I help you?” Dom asked, his tone neither helpful nor polite.

“I’m sorry to bother you,” the man said quietly. “Name’s Tony.”

Tony, the next door neighbor of Maria and Ms. Cruz gave a short, detailed account of what happened earlier. He talked about the crazy, heroic white guy that busted through the living room window and rescued a little girl that he didn’t know and by all rights, shouldn’t have been able to save.

“What’s his name?” Tony asked.

“Brian Spi –” Dom paused – “His name is Brian.”

“How did you know where he lived?” Mia asked.

Tony shrugged. “He wouldn’t go the hospital or let me take him home. He could barely walk so I followed him. Wouldn’t be right for him to collapse in the street after what he did.”

“Thanks, Tony,” Dom said, reaching out and shaking the other man’s hand. “I appreciate you looking out for him.”

“Are you kidding? It was the least I could do. I should have –“ Tony glanced at his hands. “I should have gone in that house, but –“ he shrugged, fear clouding his eyes - “I was afraid.”

The conversation died away, each lost in their own thoughts. Dom didn’t know if he’d have gone in that house either. For Mia or Vince or someone else he loved, sure, but for a stranger? He doubted it.

“You all should come by for dinner in a few days. Ms. Cruz asked, well, demanded that I bring the angel by for dinner on Thursday.”

Dom coughed and Mia smirked. “Angel?”

“Now I can tell her his name,” Tony said, smiling.

“If you call him angel, we’ll never get him to show,” Mia said.

“He’ll be there,” Dom promised, walking Tony to the door.

“All of you should come. Brian should know where it is,” Tony said.

“In case he doesn’t –“ Dom passed him a pad of paper and a pen and Tony jotted down directions. The house was nearly two miles away.

“Good night, Tony,” Mia said. “Give our regards to the Cruz family.”

Mia and Dom watched as Tony started his truck, the engine coughing and sputtering to life, before he pulled down the dusty driveway and onto the street.

“Dom?” Mia said, resting her hand on his arm.

“What?” he said, turning to meet her gaze.


“I’m fine, Mia. Really.”

“Are you sure? Because you don’t look fine.”

Dom rubbed his hand over his face, hoping when he met Mia’s gaze again he’d look perfectly composed and completely in control. “I don’t get him,” Dom admitted finally.

“What’s to get? He saved a little girl today,” Mia said.

“So why wouldn’t he just tell us that?”

She shrugged, pulling her fingers through her hair. “I don’t know. Maybe he didn’t think it was worth mentioning.”

“Not worth mentioning?” Dom barked.

“Hey, don’t yell at me,” Mia snapped. “Brian’s had a long day. Hell, he almost died today. Again.”

Dom’s jaw twitched. How many of those O’Conner near death experiences were his fault? At least he couldn’t claim responsibility for this one. That was something, wasn’t it?

“He’s been in that shower a long time,” Mia commented, her eyes focused on the bathroom door. The water was still running.

“Maybe you should check on him,” Dom suggested. He rubbed his palms together, the desire to push through the bathroom door returning with a vengeance.

“I’m not the one he wa-" She stopped, the words dying on her lips as Dom spun to face her. “Never mind.”

“What were you going to say?” Dom asked, his voice hard.

“Dom, he needs you. Okay? He needs someone who knows what they’re doing because right now, he doesn’t have a clue. Just, be there for him. You owe him that.” She crossed her arms over her chest like she was daring Dom to challenge her.

Dom nodded because, really, there wasn’t anything he’d deny his sister. And if he was going to be honest, he owed Brian everything. If he could get him to sit still long enough, he might tell him that. Maybe.

“I’m going to bed,” Mia said, wrapped her arm around Dom’s shoulders for a quick hug. “Don’t fuck this up.”

Dom smiled with confidence that was flagging and humor that didn’t reach his eyes. “Don’t worry. I got this.”

Truthfully, he didn’t have anything except a life-size riddle named Brian O’Conner who was an enigma wrapped in a mystery with a hero complex the size of a small country. Yeah, he had this all right. Suddenly racing cars and semi truck heists seemed a whole lot easier than whatever was standing on the other side of the bathroom door.

Chapter 3


( 29 comments — Leave a comment )
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:01 pm (UTC)
I really like your characterization of everyone. I'm really curious about your take on Brian's past. Also:

Suddenly racing cars and semi truck heists seemed a whole lot easier than whatever was standing on the other side of the bathroom door.

That is a wonderful line and really sets a nice tone for the rest of the story.
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:05 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

I have some ideas on Brian's past. I'm glad you're curious and want to read about it. :)

Thanks again for taking the time to read and respond!
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:04 pm (UTC)
Wonderful! Absolutely wonderful! I really enjoyed this part, and can't wait to see what youv'e got in store for us :)
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:06 pm (UTC)
Thank you so much!

I'm glad you enjoyed this chapter!
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:13 pm (UTC)
As always, sweetie, you do such a terrific job of writing perfectly in character. I can't wait to see the rest of this!
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:14 pm (UTC)
It helps when you have a stellar beta to back you up. ;)

Thank you for the kind review!
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:25 pm (UTC)
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:39 pm (UTC)
Okay...have to recollect myself now. Jesus...there were many...scenes and sentences that somehow... I can't describe this, have you ever read a fanfic or a book where there were phrases that made your heart wrench ina good and bad way at the same time? This part was full of them, at least for me. Cause...there seems to be a bigger and deeper meaning between and behind what is said.
I like how you describe Brians behaviour, somehow he seems to be in a shock-like state of mind, slowly coming back to reality. The way he talks and acts is - at least I think so - somehow realistic after what happened. I wouldn't be surprised if Dom found him uncincious or unmoving, standing, just staring at the wall in the shower. He doesn't seem to realize what he just did if you ask me... which is another thing you got quite good. Brian never thinks before he acts. Jumping thourgh a window to catch an armed guy, turning his car on a highway on full speeed to show his best friend he's the cooler driver, jumping on a boat with a car, running into a burning house to safe a little girl.... fits right into the Brian's crazy/heroic bullshit line. Well done!
I like Dom's protectiveness that slowly grows and comes to surface. We all know he protects his 'family', and he watches out for Brian as well, I think he'd do the same for Jesse, Leon etc. It'S as if he's already considering Brian a part of his family, even though he's not absolutely sure and not realizing it himself, but Brian's making things hard.
I like it, I really do, and I'm so looking forward to the next part of this!!!! Thanks for writing, thanks a lot for continuing!!!!

and I hope the crap I wrote did make any sense >.> English isn't my native tounge so uhm.... meesa not good with words.

Keep up the good work!
Sep. 7th, 2009 02:15 am (UTC)
Wow. Thank you so much! Your English is fine. I wouldn't have guessed it wasn't your first language.

There's a lot going on with Brian right now. Personally, I think it's been building up for years. There's only so much one person can take, and I think he's about reached his limit.

Dom cares for Brian. I'm glad that shows. I don't think he knows what to feel towards him and knows even less about how to express it. Like you said, Brian's not exactly making it easy for him.

Thanks for writing, thanks a lot for continuing!!!!

You're very welcome! With readers like you, it's hard not to want to write more. I'm so happy you enjoyed this chapter. :)
Sep. 7th, 2009 01:37 pm (UTC)
I agree, and I really think that's something that's even clear to see in the fourth movie. About Brian reaching his limit, I mean... When you wrote about Dom seeing guilt in Brian's eyes, I immediately thought of the scene in the hideout, where Dom punches him. After Brian told him about Letty's real intentions, Dom's not the only one who looks close to tear I think. Somehow I connected this scene to your interpretation of Brian's state of mind... does that make any sense to you?
Another thing I realized when I read this part again today was the fact that different from Dom, Brian has lost everything. First he lost his 'family' from the first movie, with Tanner as a father figure, then he lost Rome (and we still don't know why or what happened) and his FBI-family, his job... I like the way you made him worry about his shoes, somehow I think it's working like a symbol... now he even ruined his trademark tennis shoes. His clothes are burned and dirty, so there's not much left of 'him' .....

okay maybe I'm interpreting too much, but it kept me thinking all day so I thought I might as well share my crazy thoughts with you.
Sep. 7th, 2009 02:03 pm (UTC)
Actually it makes a lot of sense. It was very obvious Brian felt responsible for Letty's death. Screaming "I'm sorry, Dom" gave it away. Even if Letty came to him, he's the one that put her out on the street undercover. You know Brian's going to accept all the blame hands down even if she was doing it for Dom.

Another thing I realized when I read this part again today was the fact that different from Dom, Brian has lost everything.

Yes, he really has lost everything. Again. It's not like Dom hasn't paid a high price, but he was the one breaking the law, and Brian was the one that was supposed to stop him. Personally, there's plenty of guilt to go around, but Dom and Brian are so bull headed they seem to want to keep it all to themselves. ;) They're both fighting complex battles, and I hope I'm able to make it realistic in this story because there's no easy fix to these major life issues.

Ah, Brian's shoes. I have no idea where that came from. I remember noting he basically wore the same shoes through the series. Even though it's trivial, when you've lost everything, sometimes a pair a shoes can mean the world to you. Considering everything Brian's been through, fixating on something minor is a lot better than trying to tackle the whole problem that is his life.

I'm thrilled you've been thinking about this story! That's one of the highest forms of praise you can give! If this story has managed to make you think then I'm doing something right.

I hope you continue to enjoy! Thank you for taking the time to share your thoughts with me. I'm always curious to know what people think. :)
Sep. 7th, 2009 03:25 pm (UTC)
you're doing all right big time here! I really like this story, and I think aside from the stories by khaleesian (out of question) this is one of the best I've read so far.

I know how much work, effort, love, time, sweat, tears, thought etc etc it takes to write a good fanfic, so I think reviewing is the duty of a good reader. It's payment for inspiration, fun, motivation, new input, great and new ideas etcetc.
Sep. 8th, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)
Yes, I completely agree. I always try to be supportive of authors, vidders, etc. Time is one of the most precious things we have, and if someone is going to take their valuable time and create something for everyone to enjoy, I want to be appreciative. That's even more important in a small fandom like Fast and Furious. :) I know I was shocked and so pleased about the amazing feedback and reception I received when I joined this fandom.
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:48 pm (UTC)
I loved it......Brian my hero ;)

Can´t wait for the next part, but don´t worry I´m not expecting it tomorrow (well if you´ve got nothing to do.....?) ;)
Sep. 7th, 2009 01:50 am (UTC)
I have some other stories I'm working on that I really need to get back to. Fast and Furious took my mind over...well, fast and furiously. ;)

More will follow, though! Thank you so much for the kind review!
Sep. 6th, 2009 07:53 pm (UTC)
Yay for Brian's past! Well, actually, it's not sounding all that cheery, but I'm glad to see some exploration of his character :)

Lovely chapter, can't wait to see what's next!
Sep. 7th, 2009 01:52 am (UTC)
The movies left Brian's past very blank except for Roman in the second film. It's going to be fun to explore. :)

Thank you for reading and responding! I appreciate it!
Sep. 6th, 2009 08:21 pm (UTC)
I have nothing to say except: I love this! Looking forward to more :)

Also: icon-twins!
Sep. 7th, 2009 01:51 am (UTC)
This is a fabulous icon! I love Brian's guarded and wary expresion.

Thank you so much for the kind review! I'm glad you're enjoying the story.
Sep. 7th, 2009 12:06 am (UTC)
This is going to sound stupid but I just about had tears in my eyes. He gives up his life five years ago, and managed to regain it back doing undercover work. Then Letty's dies, all because he so, so, want what is best for Letty and Dom, bring back the family he obviously never had. Plus he could reap the benefits of what the task force had failed at, bringing in Braga. Raise what I think he's sorely lacking in - self-esteem. Then it all goes to hell in a handbasket with the Feds refusing leniency for Dom, Brian's hard work gone for naught. Now he has to deal with no prospect of a career, no money, the uncertainty of the people around him. Brian is on the brink of a nervous breakdown. Man, Brian needs a break.

Forgive me for interjecting my feelings on your story. It's just that damn good. I hope you will post more soon.
Sep. 7th, 2009 01:54 am (UTC)
No, you don't sound stupid at all. In fact, I was nodding saying yes while reading your thoughts.

Brian has given up so much over the last five years. No matter what he does and how hard he tries, things don't seem to go his way. One thing I've been thinking about is just how much can one person take? If I was Brian, I'd have thrown up my hands years ago and walked away.

You're exactly right. Brian deserves a break. He's so used to putting everyone else first, I'm not sure he knows how to stop.

Thank you for the fantastic review and taking the time to type out your thoughts. It means a great deal to me to know that this story has touched someone.
Sep. 7th, 2009 12:52 am (UTC)
God... Brian is just perfect and fucked up all in the same. hopefully Dom can fix him :D Loved the chapter!
Sep. 7th, 2009 01:48 am (UTC)
Dom's got his work cut out for him. :)

Thank you for reading and taking the time to respond!
Sep. 7th, 2009 11:23 pm (UTC)
This is an awesome story. It's a perfect parallel to the movies that shows how much Brian has given up over the years and what it's doing/has done to his frame of mind. It seems like life itself is against him at every turn, no matter what he does. It's taking its toll on him, and he's about to break.

I'm so looking forward to more. Thank you for sharing :)
Sep. 7th, 2009 11:33 pm (UTC)
Thank you!

Brian can take a lot of stress, more than most, but eventually it catches up with him. It's been fun and interesting to explore the affects of what happened to my favorite characters following the films.

Thanks again for taking the time to read and respond. I hope you continue to enjoy the story!
Sep. 8th, 2009 01:42 am (UTC)
Great chapter! Hopefully Brian will open up to Dom. Looking forward to the next installment.

Sep. 9th, 2009 01:52 am (UTC)
Thank you so much!

Brian's got a long way to go. I can't see an easy fix to this, but it definitely won't be boring to write.

Thanks again!
Sep. 9th, 2009 01:42 am (UTC)
a hero complex the size of a small country

That seems about right.

I've really enjoyed this story so far. Poor Brian seems so lost. Hopefully, Dom can help him. I look forward to the next part.

Sep. 9th, 2009 01:53 am (UTC)
Brian's hero complex was one consistent factor in the movies.

I'm so glad you're enjoying this! Thanks for taking the time to read and respond. I hope you to continue to enjoy!
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