Blurred Lines: The Fast and the Furious Remake
Rated: M (mostly for language and bothersome situations – although I promise it won't be too intense.)
Disclaimer: I don't own anything.
A/N: Well, I had the next chapter done and was going to post last week, but my flash-drive broke and the only way to get my info off of it is to send it to the recovery center – I am not happy. So I will probably end up doing that, and while I'm waiting for it I will add in some flashbacks that I've been working on that are saved on my laptop. Sorry for the wait – and technological difficulties that postponed everything.
Alyssa was sitting on the couch occupying herself with crappy television when the front door slammed. She was slightly annoyed – he was an hour and a half late and hadn't called. She couldn't see him in the kitchen from the living room and called, "Nice of you to show up-".
She stopped, blood draining from her face as his frame appeared in the doorway. She clicked off the T.V. Alyssa was fairly certain that the stains on his shirt were from blood. A quick once-over of him had her assuming that he wasn't hurt… and she was more than a little terrified.
She stood up slowly. "What happened?" she hissed. "Dom, what did you do?"
He hadn't spoken yet, but his demeanor gave her a warning. The suppressed rage he had been fighting to keep under wraps for the past six months after his father's death was no longer in his control. She could see him wearing it like a second skin. And she suddenly wished Vince was home or that Aunt Rita was there – or anyone but Mia at that point. His eyes locked on hers and she fought the urge to wince. Cold, hard eyes, expressionless face – she didn't know this man. "Dominic, what did you do?" she demanded again.
"About an hour ago Kenny Linder came into the garage", he said finally, voice hard as gravel. "He was just rushed to the E.R. I beat him with a torque wrench", he said flatly.
Alyssa just stared at him silently in shock. This was not something they taught you how to deal with in high school. She took a deep breath, bracing herself, before walking towards him cautiously. "Come on", she said quietly, stopping in front of him, but not touching. "Let's go take a shower."
The look on his face was completely devoid of emotion, but she turned slowly and was more than slightly surprised that he followed her. Alyssa was fairly certain that the adrenaline he had been running on earlier was near a crashing point and that he wouldn't take issue with her making decisions for the time being. They went upstairs and he followed her into the bathroom silently. The knot forming in her stomach tightened as she wondered if it was really possible that he had beaten a man so badly with a wrench that the man was in the hospital. She forced thoughts of jail time, assault, and police out of her mind as she locked them in and rid him of just his shirt and then pushed him into the shower. Fighting back tears of anger and frustration, she stepped in behind him in her full outfit – never mind that wet jeans were a pain in the ass to get off.
They stood silently under the hot spray of water and she just stepped forward into his space enough to lean her head against his chest. She couldn't believe this was happening. Alyssa had thought that after their big blow out a few months ago things were finally looking up. Now they were drowning again.
After she got them both back into their bathroom – and took ten minutes to pry her jeans off – Dom had just thrown his clothes into the garbage without a word. She insisted that he stay put while she called Letty. Thank god it was only three o'clock. It didn't really take much convincing for her to get Letty to agree to have Mia spend the night, and she asked that Letty come pick up a few things before going by to see Mia at the store.
When Letty showed up fifteen minutes later, Alyssa was sitting on the porch with a duffle bag. Alyssa knew as soon as Letty stopped in front of her, that she had just assumed that since Vince was gone for the day, Alyssa and Dom wanted some privacy – at least until she saw Alyssa's face. "Dammit, girl, what did he do?" Letty demanded seriously. "I'll go kick his ass."
"It's worse than that" Alyssa said tonelessly, looking away. "He fucked up", she stated hollowly, burying her face in her hands. She glanced up at Letty helplessly. "I don't know what we're going to do."
Letty was staring at her critically. "Did he knock you up?"
Alyssa snorted, "I'm not pregnant – no one's pregnant Letty. I wish it was just that simple – I could deal with that." Alyssa grabbed the bag next to her as she stood up and Letty followed her to the car. She threw the bag onto the passenger seat and they both leaned against the side of the car. "You can't tell Mia", Alyssa said pleadingly. "Not until I can figure something out – just until tomorrow night, please don't let her come back here."
Letty nodded warily. "You're really starting to scare me", she said quietly.
Alyssa just nodded tersely. "He's going to go to prison, Let", she whispered hoarsely. "He told me that he beat Kenny Linder with a torque wrench. I have to talk to him – I need to know what the fuck happened. And I need to find a good lawyer."
"You're serious, aren't you?" Letty questioned finally, voice strangled from shock.
"I wish I wasn't", Alyssa whispered.
"Fuck – Mia… she's gonna lose it", Letty muttered. "Things were bad enough already."
"Of all days for Vince to be gone", Alyssa whined, running a hand through her hair exasperatedly. "This is so out of my league. I have to get a hold of Aunt Rita…"
"I'll keep Mia away until you call me", Letty said quietly. "You know she's gonna be pissed at you for not telling her immediately though", she reminded.
Alyssa just nodded once. "Thank you- I'm just…" Alyssa choked. "I'm losing it here, Let. Vince needs a fucking cell phone", she snapped. "I don't know what to do. It's completely selfish, but we're all so completely beyond screwed right now", she muttered. "Thanks, Let, you're a fucking lifesaver right now. I just need some facts before Mia freaks out and no one else gets a word in edgewise."
"'Lyss… the cops? What-"
Alyssa grimaced, "I don't know. That's what I have to find out."
Letty sighed, "Okay, girl, I got you. If you need anything give me a call, alright?"
"Just, umm – if Vince calls you for some reason, tell him to get his ass back here", Alyssa muttered tiredly.
"What time's he supposed to be back?" Letty questioned.
"After midnight", Alyssa groaned. "He probably won't be back until after two knowing him – I know I won't get any sleep tonight. Thank god tomorrow is Sunday and we don't have to open the shop or garage – not that we could, but at least it will look normal."
Letty just raised an eyebrow. "You realize that your illusion of normal will probably be shattered before tomorrow is even over, right?" she warned.
"Yeah, thanks for ruining my last shred of hope, by the way", Alyssa stated sarcastically.
"Sometimes reality checks are necessary", Letty said pointedly.
"I'm pretty well tuned in with the fates, Letty", Alyssa rolled her eyes. "They don't like me."
"Well, I guess I'll start blaming all our bad karma on you then?" she asked with a shrug.
"Not all of it", Alyssa rebuffed, "just unusual, natural disasters."
"So, hurricanes in L.A.?" Letty snickered.
"My fault", Alyssa agreed blandly. "Now go bother Mia, would you? I've got the other one to deal with. God only knows what he's doing up there."
Letty gave her a pensive look. "Everything's going to change isn't it?" she murmured quietly.
"I don't see how it couldn't" Alyssa shook her head. "I'd love to have the right to ignore this... Never I my wildest nightmares did I even prepare for this."
"None of us did – we're in this together, no matter what happens." Letty reached over and gave her a hug. "You aren't Super Woman, okay? We're family."
Alyssa bit her lip, "Do you want to-"
Letty shook her head, "No, hun, I think you were right the first time. I'll occupy Mia."
"Stupid, bull-headed, never listens to logical advice-" Alyssa muttered angrily. "Could we have stopped this?"
"You know Dom… he doesn't think when he's pissed", Letty said quietly.
"So we should have seen this coming", Alyssa restated flatly.
"I didn't say that", Letty said, keeping her low tone.
Alyssa straightened up, stepping away from the car, "I'd better go into the war zone", she said reluctantly.
"Alright, I'll get out of here", Letty said walking around to the driver's side.
"I don't want to go back in there", Alyssa murmured shaking her head. "Thanks, Letty. I'll call you early in the afternoon." Alyssa waved back as Letty pulled out of the driveway and waited until she was out of sight before trudging up the porch and towards the kitchen phone. She dialed the number and listened to it ring forever before the machine picked up.
Alyssa swore under her breath and left a hurried message. "Aunt Rita, whatever you're doing this late at night that you aren't home had better be super important", she murmured. "Call back or just come over as soon as you get this – it's an emergency." Then she hung up and made her way upstairs to the bedroom.
When she opened the door and stepped into the room, her shoulders dropped slightly. He hadn't moved in twenty minutes. She pushed the door shut silently and leaned against it and closed her eyes. "I need you to tell me what happened today", she said slowly. "I don't care how bad it is…. Don't censor it. I just need to know."
Three hours later, Dominic was asleep, and Rita was nowhere to be found, Alyssa crept out of the room, cell phone in hand. She walked downstairs and settled on the steps of the front porch to make a quick call and wait for Vince to get home.
She dialed a familiar number on her phone and listened to it ring. "Ali, it's after midnight", he grumbled finally.
"Nick, I need a lawyer – a damn good one", she said hoarsely.
"What happened?" he demanded, waking up.
"Not for me. Just, can u get me a number please?" she pleaded.
She heard him sigh, "Alright kid. But you'd better explain things to me later. Give me a few minutes to find it, okay?"
"Thanks", she murmured. "Can you just call back and leave me the number on my voicemail so I can write it down later? I don't really want to talk to anyone right now."
"We'll talk later then", he said. She hung up. And five minutes later when he called back she let him leave the message.
She sat outside for another hour and half, not really paying attention to the time, when the gravity of the situation finally made its way through the temporary wall she had put up. She was throwing up in the bushes when headlights approached the driveway and Vince pulled in.
The car engine was still on when she felt him holding her hair back. "Come on, let's get you back inside", he muttered. "Where's Dom?"
"No", she said hoarsely, before Vince could direct her back to the porch. Alyssa coughed twice and stood up, "First, go turn your car off, moron", she grumbled, pushing him away.
"Have you been crying?" Vince asked suspiciously, narrowing his eyes at her. They widened comically, and had it been any other time, she would have laughed in his face. "Are you pregnant?" he demanded roughly.
"No, Goddammit, Vince", Alyssa growled, swatting his hands off her arms. "Car, now", she stated flatly. "It's not like I'm going anywhere."
"Stay put", he warned unnecessarily before jogging to his car, turning the key, pocketing it and coming back to where she was sitting back on the porch steps with her head in her hands, elbows on her knees. He walked up to the top step silently and sat down behind her, pulling her against his chest and crossed his arms in front of her, locking her in place. "You're not gonna make me chase you down tonight?" he asked curiously. "Not that I want you too – I'm too fucking tired", he added.
She just shook her head, turning slightly to rest the side of her face against his chest before she started shaking. "Vince-"
He groaned and ran a hand through her hair soothingly, "What's wrong, baby doll?" he asked quietly. Dominic had been her rock since the first day they had met, but Vince… he was her brother. And he had always protected her from the injustices of living in the world of Dom. And now that she was in his arms, she could finally let herself crumble. He shook her lightly when he thought she was going to start hyperventilating. "Alyssa, where is Dom?"
Through her haze of emotional turmoil, she somehow recognized the edge to his voice that she knew she'd better get rid of it quickly. The last time he had growled at her like that when he wasn't mad at her, had been three months ago when she had caught Dominic in bed with Johnny Tran's sister and they had had a screaming match. She had left and went to Letty's for the weekend. Vince had cornered her after Dom had talked her into coming back home, saying if Dom ever so much laid a hand on her, he would kick his ass.
Alyssa had laughed for twenty minutes at the mere thought of Dominic physically hurting her. Granted, during an argument, they both knew the buttons to push for an effective verbal attack, but he never would have hit her – or any girl for that matter.
She attempted to pull back slightly to see his face – instead of looking at his jaw – but he didn't let her. She huffed at him in irritation. "He's upstairs asleep", Alyssa muttered roughly.
"And you're down here crying why?" he said pointedly, looking down to study her face.
Alyssa gnawed on her bottom lip nervously. He was going to shit a brick. "I tell you now and you don't say a word about it until morning", she said seriously. "I mean it – he'd probably welcome you killing him right now, but everything is going to blow up tomorrow and I need you to keep your shit together so I can try to take care of some of this without babysitting you."
"I'm going to assume you have a good reason for acting like a bitch right now and not go near that last part", he said warningly. "What the fuck happened today?"
"Linder went to the shop today", she said in a nearly inaudible whisper. "Dom lost it. He hit him with a wrench until he was unconscious. I guess someone called an ambulance and he was rushed to the hospital. I don't know if he's alive."
It took nearly twenty seconds before Vince found what he deemed an appropriate response to the situation at hand. He was up from his spot behind her faster than she could stop him and headed out to the middle of the front yard. He punched the oak tree. "Motherfucker!" he shouted angrily.
Alyssa was sprinting across the yard after him after recovering from the shock of his quick action and wrapped her arms around him from behind. She was under no illusions that she could match his strength if he didn't want to listen to her, but she didn't want to drive him to the hospital for a broken hand. "Jesus Christ, Vince, stop", she murmured harshly, resting her forehead against his shoulder blade.
She felt the tremors of rage radiating off of him and didn't dare move. A few minutes later, only slightly calmer than previously, he spoke. "Where is Mia?" Vince asked in a measured tone.
"At Letty's until I call over there tomorrow", Alyssa said quietly. "I called Aunt Rita, but she never called back."
He pulled out of her grip slowly, and she let him go. A few seconds later, he turned to look at her. "Worst case scenario?" he asked finally.
"Dom pleads guilty – which he will – and he goes to jail. I'm not sure how long for", she said softly. "I'm calling a lawyer in the morning."
"You think he'll plead guilty?" Vince asked looking at her incredulously.
Alyssa raised her eyebrows, "He did it, Vince. The man deserved a punch in the face at the very least – but I draw the line at a coma, brain damage, or death", she said exasperatedly. "I did actually talk to him earlier. He told me he would turn himself in."
Vince was momentarily speechless, and he scrubbed a hand over his face. "Dammit", he muttered. "How long have you been here alone with him?"
"Vince, give me a break-" she started. She slapped at his hand again when he pulled at her shirt looking for nonexistent bruises. "Stop it!" she finally snapped angrily. "You're being irrational."
"How long has this shit been going on today?" he demanded.
"Seven hours, give or take", Alyssa muttered, shrugging and raking a hand through her hair. "Why?"
"You look like hell", he said with what Alyssa had called his 'angry eyebrows' look.
"I'm sorry, you're right", she snarled. "I should have taken a timeout in the middle of all the insanity to pretty myself up just for you."
He just sighed and tugged her against him gently, wrapping her in a bone-crushing hug. "I'm sorry I wasn't here earlier", he murmured quietly.
Her hands fisted his shirt against his chest. "I don't care what you say", she muttered, "I'm buying you a beeper." She felt him stifle a laugh before he picked her up bridal-style and headed back up the yard towards the house. "Vince, your hand-" she protested.
"S'okay – needs ice", he said gruffly.
Alyssa whined. "Don't make me pop something back into its socket", she pleaded. "It was bad enough watching you do it to Dom when he popped his knee three months ago."
He set her down when they got to the porch and she picked up her cell phone and stuffed it into her pocket as they went into the house and she followed him into the kitchen. And she watched as he got out an ice pack and set it on his bruised hand. "It's just a finger", he said giving her a look of amusement that she found completely inappropriate at the moment.
"Good, let's just chop the damn thing off then", she snapped sarcastically. "It's only your right hand – you don't use that much, do you?" she asked insinuatingly.
"No thanks", he said grimacing. "Give the ice a few minutes and then you can do it."
"I don't want to", she complained.
"Alyssa, it's just like every other shit thing you hate that you do anyways – just suck it up and do it", he growled.
"Okay, okay", she said apologetically, "Sorry – but you know this shit freaks me out."
"Don't worry – you won't feel a thing", he grumbled.
Alyssa went to the cupboard and pulled out the generic pain pills and went to get a water bottle from the fridge. She set in and a few pills on the table in front of Vince and he gave her a dirty look. She giggled, "Drink the water. Beer and aspirin don't mix. Beer does not mix with everything, despite what you and Dom think."
He glared at her but motioned for her to open it and he took the pills. "Cruel and unusual punishment", he muttered half-heartedly.
She patted his shoulder sympathetically as she got up again, "That thing cold enough still?" she asked as she dug through the freezer for her secret stash of chocolate ice cream that she hid in the back to keep it away from Mia.
"It's fine", Vince answered quietly.
She grabbed the carton and a spoon and pulled a chair right next to him, "Share?" she asked raising an eyebrow.
"Gimme some of that", he demanded nodding, reaching for the spoon teasingly with his good hand.
She wielded her spoon like a weapon, threatening to hit him with it. "Share, not steal", she replied pointedly, digging in and getting a giant chunk. She stuck the whole thing in her mouth and made a face at the cold before taking the spoon out of her mouth, leaving half the ice cream still on it. Somehow, two seconds later, it ended up in Vince's mouth. "Eww!" she garbled around her mouthful, trying not to laugh.
"What?" he asked carelessly after he swallowed.
"That was just in my mouth!" she said incredulously.
"I've also take gum out of your mouth with my tongue on a dare", he reminded with a smirk.
Alyssa shuddered, "Right – that was worse."
He snickered at the look of disgust on her face. "So, what's with the ice cream therapy?" he asked seriously. Her ice cream may have been a secret from Mia, but the guys knew what she did to feel better when she was really upset.
She gave him an 'are you kidding me?' look. "Dom's going to prison. You just punched a fucking tree. And I am fucking traumatized!" She hit his thigh angrily. "Don't even ask me why I'm upset." He sighed and tucked her under his arm. She laid her head on his shoulder. "You hit a goddamn tree with your fist", she scolded. "You're such a moron."
"Sorry", he chuckled. He kissed her forehead, "I'm sorry", he repeated seriously. "We're gonna be okay, I promise."
Alyssa sighed and shook her head before sitting up straight. "Let me see your hand", she softly reaching to take off the ice pack carefully. "Dammit", she hissed under her breath. Then she took a deep breath and steeled herself. She was resigned when she finally looked up. "Tell me what to do."
Twenty minutes later, they were still sitting in the kitchen, now in a tense silence. "Just tell me whether it's broken or not", Alyssa muttered finally. She was still nauseous from the popping noise.
"I think it's fine", Vince said with gritted teeth.
"Maybe we should take you to the hospital", she suggested, peeking under the second ice pack.
He growled at her. He hated hospitals. "It's fine", he repeated after a few minutes. "It's not broken – it just hurts like hell."
Alyssa went to the bathroom and came back a minute later with the first aid kit. She opened it and found the metal finger splint. She handed it to him, "Put it on so I can tape it", she said quietly. "I'd rather not hurt you."
He rolled his eyes but took it and put it on slowly making sure it was straight. She pulled his hand back towards her, fingers lightly gripping his wrist and she started in on the medical tape. "We finish this and then we both get a beer and go to bed, got it?" he said seriously.
She gave him a skeptical look. "There's no way in hell that I'm going to get any sleep tonight."
"You're coming downstairs with me – yes, you are", he argued when she opened her mouth to disagree. "I'm not going to let you stay up here alone freaking out until morning."
"Sometimes you know me too well", she murmured unhappily as she finished and put the tape back in the box.
"Good thing for you, too, huh, Shrinky Dink?" he teased.
"Vince!" she groaned. "Don't call me that. I did not shrink – you just got fatter."
He just laughed and went to the refrigerator and pulled out two Coronas and handed one to her. "This is all muscle, sweetheart. Come on. Trouble will still be here in the morning."
"Fine", she said, pretending to be annoyed. "But I get to cuddle."
"Let's go, cuddle bunny", he snickered.
"I'll do you a favor and chalk your current cutesiness up to the pain", she said grinning up at him as he wrapped an arm around her waist and proceeded down the basement stairs.
"Come 'ere so I can bite your nose", he said seriously.
She covered her nose with her hand, "No", she whined. "I like my nose the way it is, thank you very much." Alyssa went into his dresser and stole a shirt. She went into his closet to change while he laughed at her. She came out and flopped down on his bed and shuffled to the other side, picking up her bottle from the desk on the way. "Come on, let's drink and go to sleep."
"Don't hog the bed", he grumbled as he lay down next to her, propping himself up on his elbow and taking a drink.
She turned onto her side, mirroring his position, facing him. "Don't snore", she countered, raising an eyebrow at him.
"If he's gone… what the hell are we gonna do?" Vince muttered finally. "You and Mia are under eighteen."
Alyssa sighed, looking across the room. "I didn't forget about that", she said softly. "Mia can stay with Aunt Rita at least if she can't stay here."
"And you? What are you gonna do? Go to Washington and stay with your brother?" he said disgustedly.
She made a face, "If I had to", she murmured. "But I'll be eighteen in three and a half months… so they might let it go. My parents never made John my legal guardian though – even though he's next of kin… And I don't think the court system will make time to search for my parents, since they aren't even in the country. And I haven't seen them in nearly four years. But I've been on my own for most of my life, and I think if John had a say, he would let me stay here – finish my last year in the same place, blah, blah, blah."
Vince just groaned, rubbing at his forehead. "Tomorrow is going to suck ass."
"Personally, I'm hoping this is just an awful nightmare", Alyssa said under her breath as she settled in, using his shoulder as a pillow.