Not for you (FIN)

>Facts & Trivia:

Cut scene: I'm referring to a cut scene from 'The Fast and the Furious' in this chapter. I'll post a picture of that scene in the text with a short, italic explanation of it. This explanation is not part of the story; I just put it in so that those of you who don't know this particular scene can see what I'm writing about. And in case you should ask yourselves: No, I wasn't happy at all that this particular scene was cut, which is why I'm 'recycling' it for this chapter of my story. Next chapter, by the way, will have more of those cut scenes.

The size: Believe it or not (I assume that some of you, just like I did before I looked this up seriously, will remember Dom being the tallest of the team...), but the size of each member of the team would be as following (from tallest to smallest - GIRLS! I mean body sizes!):

Brian and Roman have about the same height. (http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0322259/iid_1247663.jpg.html ).

Brian's about 3 inches taller than Dom (http://www.imdb.com/gallery/ss/0232500/univ10.jpg.html - you can see that clearly in the movie, but only in this picture.)

Vince is about 2 inches smaller than Dom; just like Leon (in some images it seems Leon is taller, but let's just leave it at that...). (http://vindieselgallery.net/gallery/displayimage.php?album=14&pos=53 )




The drive to Houston was a bit different from how I had imagined it to be like, though.

I drove my car and the trailer, Vince drove Dom's racing car, a Supra, because it was the only car with an automatic transmission. Dom drove the SUV, Leon and Brian their relative cars and trailers. But that wasn't really what was so unexpected.

Instructed by Brian, who had worked out the routes, each of us took different roads; just contacting each other occasionally over the cell phones. All this, as they had explained to me, to avoid to be caught as Team Toretto. Slowly but surely I understood what it was like to be on the run.

So I had to drive over six hundred miles on my own in one piece. Of course I took the wrong road at some point of time, 'just because I wanted to', as I assured Vince over the phone, but of course that wasn't true. It took another long phone call with Brian to get me back into the right direction, so it was late at night when I arrived at the address that had been given to me; a small beach house in Houston's outskirts. Their cars weren't in sight, of course, because they had been parked elsewhere to, again, avoid any recognition of this being the team together.

I parked my car and trailer a few blocks away, took my bag and walked to the house. The lights were turned on inside, and I could hear them laughing and talking through the opened windows.

For a moment I just stood on the lawn, smiling at the house, enjoying the hot night air. It was so good to hear them in there, and it felt so damn good to belong to them.

I took the few steps to the door and rang the bell.

And found myself staring at a, well... mountain of nude black muscle a few seconds later.

"Woah." I said, unable to say more. Somewhere at the end of this chest had to be a head, right? I slowly looked up. That guy was tall; at least as tall as Brian, and he was tall...

"Just one." The head somewhere up there rumbled, chuckling. "I thought you'd bring more."

"Your house, your job." I heard Vince saying from somewhere inside.

My upturning eyes had finally found the head, which I found grinning at me.

"Hi, I'm Roman."

"Haha.. hi...." I stuttered, laughing. "Dana."

We looked at each other, perhaps longer than we should have. When I tried to get in, he would shift from one foot to the other, not letting me pass, no matter at which side I tried. We both started to laugh about that strange dance we were performing.

"You two having sex on the porch?" Dom growled.

"You'd mind?" Roman laughed, turning around. I used that chance to finally slip through to the inside, and while doing this, noticed that he was wearing black shorts. Good, I thought, breathing out slowly.

"She's not interested." Vince laughed.

"Oh?" I said. "How would you know that?" I dropped my bag and looked around. Vince and Leon were sitting on the sofa, legs on the table, more or less watching TV. Brian and Dom were in the kitchen, cutting pizza. And Roman was just about to take a seat on the window sill.

"Well, you know, you have this little problem with..." Brian indicated.

"That little 'problem' of mine never kept me from enjoying sex. Much, by the way." I grumbled.

If I didn't like one thing then it was other people telling me what I liked or not. Something like this often resulted in me doing things that I normally wouldn't have done. I knew that but had no intention to change anything about it.

"Aha!" Vince laughed. "Tell us more, woman, we're listening."

"I doubt this would interest you." I replied.

"Oh, yes, much so." Brian stuck his head out of the kitchen door. "Tell us a bit about your sex life."

"The one who's asking is always the one who has to tell first." I laughed, trying to get out of this.

"Well, I could, but then Dom would beat me." Brian chuckled.

"I wouldn't." I heard Dom saying.

"Okay... so... there was this evening, and Mia and I had just driven to the beach..." Brian started.

Deleted scene:

http://pics.livejournal.com/naergilien/pic/000d67wc

Brian and Mia sitting on her Integra on the beach. Short time later they'll have sex in that car.

This scene is supposed to be right before the one where they both wake up at Harry's.

"Just revised my opinion; I would." Dom growled, chasing Brian through the living room.

"Then I think it's your turn to tell a story, oh Fearless Leader." Leon said.

"I don't think anyone's really interested in hearing..." He started, clearly looking at me.

"Oh, I think I am." I said, sitting down at the window next to Roman, draping my legs over his. Still staring back at Dom I found his brow creasing and his eyes narrowing a bit, but that look was gone faster than I could have commented on it.

"Well, you just said it: The one who's asking has to tell a story first." Dom growled, flopping down in a chair and taking a sip from his beer, a bit more enthusiastic than what I so far knew of him.

As you wish, Fearless Leader, I thought. Time to kill some illusions here.

"Alright - what can I tell you - let me think... oh yes, you're going to like that. Gonna tell you how I acquired my engine - well, not the one I'm currently driving, but the one I had before.

So - the guy had placed an advertisement in a paper for a C20XE - that's one of the coolest engines fitting into my car without having to change too much from the 1.6 it was running before. However, his price was a bit high - well, actually the engine was worth that price, but... you get the point.

So I called him, making a date to come over and look at the engine. I just thought it wouldn't hurt to be a little more... persuasive... when discussing a price, so I wore, well, not much; short leather skirt, tank top, high heels, you know - that stuff the guys get off on."

"Would pay to see that." Vince grinned.

"Sorry, I don't want to buy an engine from you so you probably won't. Well, anyway; guy saw me and was drooling. Hell, he was so confused he even almost didn't find the compression diagrams for the engine even if they lay on the work bench next to it all the time in that garage."

"...and...?" Brian asked, grinning.

"Took a seat on the bench, not exactly crossing my legs, made the most innocent face and asked what he wanted for that shitty engine. It wasn't shitty, but... you know what I mean."

"Definitely." Leon snorted.

"So you..." Roman started, letting his fingers walk over my shin.

"Yeah. Suddenly the price had dropped considerably to something for which I wouldn't even have gotten a broken engine of that kind. A bit of fumbling, add some more sweat, and I had my engine, way under price. Only problems were that I never got the brake dust from that bench out of my skirt and shirt and that I had taken a friend with me who had waited outside the garage all the time and who, of course, exactly knew what I did there the moment he saw me getting out. And believe me, that guy isn't too keen on woman and sex." I smiled when I thought of Dirk's face as he picked me up that day.

"You're shitting us." Vince laughed. "And I thought you were an innocent angel!"

"Believe me, Vince, I'm far from being anything like that. Speaking of which, you commented first, so it's your turn now." I took another look at Dom, unlike everyone else, he didn't seem too amused; just shaking his head and having more beer.

"No, I think it's the pizza's turn now." Brian said, walking into the kitchen and returning with several boxes.

"Oh, I'm hungry! What do you have? Anchovies?" I jumped up and rummaged through the boxes.

"No, but we have tuna. I love tuna." Brian said.

"Bleh, tuna." I answered. "Oh, salami. I'll take that one." I carried the box over to the window and when Roman tried to snatch a piece from it, I slapped his hand. "Mine, you can't have any!"

"Greedy bitch!" He muttered and walked over to the table, taking a different piece.

I noticed that everyone else stared at me. "What?" I asked, picking a piece up and taking a big bite.

"You know, you're a girl..." started Leon.

"Woman is more like it." Corrected Dom, taking a different box.

"So?" I licked the dripping fat from my fingers.

"You're supposed to, you know, watch your weight. Not eat so much." Said Leon, watching me with a strange expression.

"What for? Goes up, goes down. Why should I waste time watching it, let alone not eat when I'm hungry?"

"Just because you're a woman?" Roman snapped.

"I'm not anorexic. I don't want to be. My car doesn't have power steering, so I need power in my arms. That's more important to me than to look like a supermodel. In fact, I find them ugly, thin as they are."

"Finally! A woman who likes to have something to bite into. Didn't think I'd live to see one. You're my new best friend." Cheered Roman, draping his arm around me.

"That's funny." I mumbled between two bites.

"What's funny?" Dom asked, not looking at me.

"See, I've been in the States for over two months and got to know no one. I know you all for a few days and all of a sudden I have a bunch of friends and that bunch is growing bigger every day."

"Just needed to get to know the right people, Dana." Vince smiled.

"Speaking of knowing people, Vince. Didn't you want to tell a story? Don't think I forgot about it."

And so first Vince told his story, about the first woman he had after jail - his psychologist, by the way. Then it was Leon's turn, who, to everyone's surprise, admitted to have a one-night-stand with Letty when she had recovered from the accident. Brian and Rome told us about some weird threesome they once had in Miami.

Now everyone was looking expecting at Dom. He just sat there, a bit miffed, and drank his beer.

"Oh, come on! You most certainly have something to share, too?" Roman elbowed him.

"I don't share." Dom grumbled.

"Well, if you didn't have a threesome you could tell about, then maybe something else?" Brian laughed.

"Okay, there was that girl in Japan - Japanese girl, who wanted me. Chased me through half of Japan. One night she managed to find out where I had parked my car and slept; and she undressed and tried to sneak into it. About a split second later she was on me, tiny skinny thing, well, Japanese girls, you know?"

"...and...?" I asked. This was getting interesting.

"Well, another second later my side window broke."

"She was that wild?" Leon roared with laughter just like the rest of us, except Dom.

"No, a Katana had been stuck through it." Dom said dryly, taking a sip from his beer.

We all stared at him open mouthed.

"Turned out this girl's father had been running after her all the time, trying to 'protect her honor', and, to my own dismay, found her just the moment she had gotten into my car. So I found myself, naked girl on my lap, with a Katana at my neck. Fucking brilliant."

"How did you get out of this?"

"Had to promise to marry her."

I almost choked on the Coke I had in my mouth. "Beg pardon?"

"Well, father, girlie and brothers tried to get me to their home then to perform the ceremony - hell, I had seen that precious daughter naked! - which, of course, they didn't manage because I had the faster car and could drive better. That was my last evening in Japan, by the way; in the morning I had my car and myself loaded onto a cargo ship, and this is how I got back to the States."

"Holy shit!" Roman shouted. "Even if that one contained no sex, it most certainly beats all other stories of tonight!"

"You bet." Dom said, emptying his bottle. "I'm tired. Off to bed. Night, folks." He took the staircase with large steps.

"Wow." Said Vince. We were all still staring at each other. Finally, Brian got up. "I'm off to sleep too. Long drive today."

"Right man." Vince said, getting up together with Leon. The three also took the stairs, leaving Roman and me behind, who were now looking at each other.

The situation was a bit awkward.

"So... where do I sleep?" I finally said.

"My bed?" he suggested, grinning.

"I don't sleep with my friends." I said, elbowing him.

"Well, I thought asking wouldn't hurt, right?" He elbowed me back, still grinning. "Then it's the sofa for you. Sorry, Brian didn't mention he would bring another one. Only have four bedrooms here."

"The sofa it is." I said. "Where's the bathroom?"

He showed me the bathroom under the staircase, then went off to the first floor - to his own bed.

Sofa, I thought while washing myself. Well, I could always walk back to my trailer if it wasn't comfortable...

When I was just about to get out of the bathroom, I heard footsteps on the staircase over me. I got out, looked up and found Dom leaning to the balustrade of the staircase, looking around the living room.

"What are you looking for?" I said, walking over and trying to find a comfortable position on the sofa which was a tiny bit too short for me.

"Just looking how you're doing." He said startled as he didn't see me coming.

"You're tired, remember?" I said.

"You want to sleep here? It's too small for you."

"Do I have a choice?"

"Yeah, well, you do."

"Right, I could always get back to my trailer." I said with a sarcastic tone.

"That's not what I meant." He sat down at the side of the sofa. "See, I slept in your trailer's bed so often. What about me offering to share my bed for a change?"

"Brilliant. I'd take that, as long as you, unlike Roman, don't assume that a bit of storytelling would make me want to have sex right now." I said.

He looked a bit surprised. "He did? What did you reply?"

"Well, I told him that I don't want to have sex with friends. Why?"

"Oh, I was just curious. Speaking of it - why don't you sleep with friends?"

"Lost one because I did. Don't want to repeat that experience." I said.

"Hmmm, what about relationships?"

"Figured I don't need them. Too close. See, my body's been literally shred apart and I survived, don't think I could manage that once more with my soul ripped to pieces."

"But if it would work?"

"Gods, Dom, you of all people should know it wouldn't. Relationships end; the only thing I know that doesn't are really good friendships; so I rather stick with them."

"But sex you have?"

"From time to time..."

"With who?"

"Say - you're a bit too curious tonight, what's up?"

"Nothing. Come on, let's go to sleep."

I got up, picked up my bag and followed him up the stairs. If I could have seen him from the front, I would have seen a deep frown etched into his brow; but I didn't.

Instead I thought to myself that Dom was the typical alpha male, wanting all the women in his clan for himself. Which, of course, brought me to the idea that he was a bit jealous about how I had treated Roman this evening, and had therefore started to ask those, in my opinion, really stupid questions.

Maybe the Fearless Leader just needs a tiny bit of training, I thought, to accept that he's not the only man in the world. In fact a bit of training on that subject would do me very good, too...

In the room I found myself staring at the bed.

"Dom..." I said, carefully taking a step back

"What?" He said, flopping down on the bed.

"That's not a bed."

"What else?"

"It's... a playground."

The bed was large, really large, it was round, and it was red. Red leather on the sides and headboard, which held a radio. The walls of the room were covered with red velvet patterned wallpapers, the windows red velvet drapes, all in all the whole room had a very strange feeling to it, mostly being red. Not that I didn't like it, it just seemed a bit... too much.

He just grinned.

"Well, when Roman rented the house, he had to do it quickly. He didn't have much of a choice when it came to getting a furnished house with at least four bedrooms in less than a week, so..."

"...so...?" I slowly closed the door behind me.

"Well, actually you're standing in an ex brothel."

"Oh...!" Was all I managed. Then, after taking a deep breath, I managed more.

"Well, I hope he at least had the nerve to..." I took the edge of the coverlet into my hand, brought it to my nose and sniffed. Smells new, good, I thought. "...he had. Good. Brothel? Sort of cool."

I lay down beside him, he started to laugh. I gave him the 'what?' stare.

"You're the first woman I know who considers it cool to sleep in a brothel. Well, except perhaps women who work in one, but they don't exactly sleep there I guess..."

I chuckled. "Why not, those women are doing a great job which keeps thousands of other women from being raped or having to do things they don't want, which basically is the same. And I think that's great; I highly appreciate what they do."

"Well, you're also the first woman I know who has that opinion about prostitutes."

"You just know the wrong women." I said, imitating Vince from earlier that evening, turned around and tried to sleep.

Which I didn't really manage too soon, still remembering the feeling of Roman's muscular legs under my own when we sat by the window. Considering the thoughts I had when I followed Dom upstairs, I came to the idea that something deep inside of me was waking up - something that I didn't quite like to be not sound asleep around these guys...