Be All, End All

**Disclaimer: I don't own Dom or the other characters from tfatf. If I did they'd be locked up and naked and I might get a little more out of this!


In the end, of course, Darynn was thankful to have Dom’s help. A job that normally frustrated her with its little problems went smoothly with his extra muscle. In less than an hour they had her car loaded on the trailer, the trailer hooked to the RV and the RV disconnected and ready to roll.

“RV or car?” she asked as they finished securing the tarp on the Probe on the trailer.

“There isn’t much room in the car with no backseat. It might be more comfortable in the RV.”

Darynn narrowed her eyes at his teasing smile, but she couldn’t help smiling. “To drive, not to fuck, dumbass.”

He moved closer, boxing her in, unless she wanted to climb over the hitch. Those dark eyes were now heavy-lidded and blatantly looking her up and down, mostly down. “Stop acting so damn cold. I can see the lie in your eyes when you say no.”

“It’s called self-control. Moderation?” she tried when he didn’t react. She pushed past him, knowing that he wouldn’t force her. “Wanting to fuck doesn’t mean I’m gonna. I’ll see you at the garage.”

She took the RV, which was a lumbering beast and not at all how she pictured Dom. Plus, if she were ever given the chance to drive Dom’s RX-7 she’d jump on it. He might not show his interest, but common sense told her it was there.

Her car made the trip a lot faster than the RV. She lost sight of the RX-7 within seconds of starting out. When she finally pulled into the lot behind the garage Dom was sitting on the picnic table in the backyard with Vince and some Corona’s. He trotted over, leaving Vince to watch and sip while he directed her to exactly where she should park.

It took all of another hour to get the RV connected to the water, electric and disposal. Darynn was more than ready to call it a day. Vince and Dom ended up unhooking the trailer and pulling the car off of it while she watched and drank some of their beer. Corona was definitely not her favorite, but in a pinch it would do.

“You call about the box?” Dom asked as they joined her after storing the chains and tarp and parking the Probe beside her RV and RX-7.

For a second Darynn had no idea what he was talking about. Her storage unit, right. “Not yet.”

“Wait till tomorrow. Call from the shop. I’ll give ‘em my numbers.”

“I can pay for it.”

“I will,” was all he said and was obviously the end of that conversation.

She thanked them and called it a night, in a hurry now to test the water flow if it meant getting clean.

Her box came within the next week. Darynn didn’t unload any of it. Watching the guys roll things out of the huge container that was temporarily parked in the street was like watching kids at Christmas. They didn’t get any work done that day, just finding places to hook up all the new equipment instead.

Darynn was thrilled to see that the stuff from her dad’s garage would be so useful, and by people she wanted to appreciate it. The new owners of the old garage would probably have liked it as well, but she’d have been bothered to not knowing how it was being used.

Queen for the day, each of the guys came by more than once as she looked through a couple of the more personal boxes. Words of thanks came continuously. The smaller things, creepers and such were good because a shop could never have too many of some things. But it was the big stuff that they had the most fun setting up. Some of the things Dom already had in the shop, but having two of most things wasn’t a problem. Getting electric to everything and water to what needed it ended up being an all day chore.

She helped with little of it. Checking and setting up her tool box mostly. Snap-On was one of the most expensive hand tools and she had completed her set, leaving the price tag somewhere between twenty and twenty-five thousand. It was something to be proud of. The box alone was more than five thousand.

“So can I borrow your tools now?” Vince asked as he came up behind her.

Darynn snorted, “Only if ya want it shoved up your ass.”

He didn’t have to step much closer to press his front up against her back, or more importantly his detectably bulging crotch to her ass. “I’ll shove somethin’ up your ass.”

She swung at him, but he was backing away laughing already. “Down, girl, I was fuckin’ jokin’!”

For a second she considered letting it go, just laughing it off, but then thought better of it.

They fell to the floor when she jumped on him. As they went down she managed to land a fist to his jaw and a knee to his thigh, then his stomach, but he was holding her back already and she couldn’t do much damage.

“Woah, girlie. If you wanted to be on top all ya had to do was say it,” he laughed as she pummeled him.

She wasn’t really trying to hurt him. Well, mostly not.

They rolled, grabbing and punching WWF style, gathering an encouraging audience.

“Motherfucker,” Darynn growled, digging her fingers into his ribs and making him howl with laughter as he fought to make her stop.

“Stop!” he yelled, barely able to speak.

“Only if you fuckin’ stop grabbin’ me!”

He showed her how in control he was. Had he been faking that she was keeping him down? Suddenly his hands grabbed both sides of her head and dragged her face down to his. Their lips touched the briefest of seconds before she struggled away and punched him again.

“That’s it.” Dom spoke as he gripped her armpits and pulled her off of Vince.

Vince was grinning like a goon, not in the least bothered that his lip was bleeding or that he was laying flat on the floor of the filthy garage.

“Do I need to separate you two every fuckin’ day?”

Darynn grinned, kicking out at Vince as Leon helped him up. “He started it. Fuckin’ molestin’ me!”

She fought against Dom’s hold and finally broke free, stepping right up to Vince. Unfortunately she had to crane her neck back to look him in the eye. “You had enough?”

“That all you got, little girl?”

Darynn tried to give him a threatening look, but watching him grin at her didn’t help. “Fucker,” she finally said, splitting into a wide smile.

He dropped his arm around her shoulders, nearly making her stagger. “You gotta start gettin’ some licks in on some of these other fools. I think you’ve drawn blood enough.” He wiped at his lip to show her.

She was bleeding too and her eye felt like it should be swelling, and that wasn’t counting the soreness of her ribs and arms where he’d grabbed her. Around them in the garage the others just watched, all of them laughing except for Dom. He just looked aggravated.

“You two need to grow up.” That was all he said before walking out of the garage.

Darynn punched Vince in the side, making him release her.

The day after Darynn’s storage unit arrived Dom had a smaller one delivered and set on pallets behind the garage. The place was really starting to look like a junkyard now. A crowded one. With her RV and two vehicles parked there, stretching from behind the garage to the curb, there was little room for anything else.

She stored some of the unused stuff in the sixteen foot one, and Dom used the rest for stuff from the garage that was in the way.

Later in the day Dom came to her with a guy that was interested in buying her Probe. They walked out to look at it and since she’d been slowly fixing it up he was sold immediately and wrote her a check right there. Darynn got the feeling from Dom’s quiet surveillance that the terms of the deal had been discussed before the guy had ever seen the car. He came up with a price on his own, the amount sounding rehearsed.

She was getting thousands more than she’d ever intended to sell for, and it bothered her that Dom was trying to help her out. He could possibly even be paying the guy the extra amount on his own, which really bothered her. She gave him several long searching looks during the proceedings, but he just wouldn’t meet her gaze or kept a steady deadpan as if it was nothing out of the ordinary for strangers to quote ridiculous amounts for used cars.