Fandom: The Fast and Furious
Characters: Dom, Brian, Mia, Rico, and Tego
Spoilers: Fourth movie
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: Brian has no plans for the future. Everything up to this point had been consumed by Dom.
They pulled off onto the side of the road, clouds of dust and sand billowing around them. Brian watched as Dom all but jumped out of the car and pulled Mia against him.
Mia melted into Dom’s embrace, and Brian could see Dom murmuring into her ear. He didn’t know what he was saying, the conversation wasn’t meant for him, but Brian imagined it was something like 'you shouldn’t have come, thank you for saving my life, I’ve missed you, and I love you.’
Dom kept one arm around Mia, but he still managed to shake Rico’s hand and slap Tego on the back. They bickered back and forth, laughing with smiles that threatened to stretch off their faces, it was a conversation meant for friends. It wasn’t perfect. It wasn’t the family Dom had had before, but it was the best Brian could do.
Brian smiled, watching from a distance, his hands shoved in the pockets of his jeans. His work here was done. With a final nod, he turned, reaching for the door handle.
Dom’s booming voice echoed across the desert. “O’Connor.”
Brian froze, swallowing hard before slowing turning around. Four sets of eyes were watching him curiously. “Yeah?”
Dom raised an eyebrow. “Where you going?”
Brian jerked his thumb towards the Skyline as if that answered everything, as if he actually had someplace to go. He’d strategically left the car on the outskirts of the border town in Mexico. The last few months of Brian’s life had been consumed with Dom’s trial; the last few weeks had been filled with planning Dom’s escape. Truthfully, he hadn’t put a lot of thought past that.
Whatever decision Brian was going to have to make was taken out of his hands when Dom said, “I’ll drive.”
Brian watched Dom stride across the packed dirt with a look of determination. “Drive what?”
“The Skyline, you idiot,” Dom replied, tossing the key to the Charger to Tego. “We can make it another hundred miles before we need to stop again.”
Brian continued to stare, wondering where in the conversation he’d made the wrong turn. Then there was a hand on his shoulder and he was shoved around the front of the car. Normally Brian would fight back, say ‘what the hell, man,’ but this was Dom, and Brian was really confused. He watched Dom climb into the driver’s seat, the engine purred to life a second later. Not knowing what else to do, Brian opened the passenger door and got in.
“I could have driven, you know,” Brian said quietly after several miles of bland landscape blurred into the background.
Dom looked at him for a second. “I wouldn’t want you to get lost.” If there was a joke in there somewhere, Dom wasn’t smiling.
The quick retort died on Brian’s tongue when Dom reached out and squeezed his knee. His grip was firm, and Brian could still feel the imprint of Dom’s fingers after he pulled his hand away.
For the first time in five years Brian didn’t feel lost at all.