Death

Title: Death in White
Author: L
Rating:NC-17 (language, violence, sexual situations)
Disclaimer: 2002- I do not hold copyright on any of the characters from the
movie The Fast and The Furious. I do, however, own the rights to all
original characters as well as the plot of this fic.
NOTE: This was a lyric fic challenge. I hope everyone enjoys it.

Part1
*************

And her hallway
Moves
Like the ocean
Moves

He watched them so closely, watched them as if he were there with them, as
if they could actually stie a e a part of them. That wasn't possible no matter how hard he wished, how hard he yearned to be back there. He was restless, ill at ease being neither here nor there. The limbo of his eternal rest wore thin on him and slowly began to eat away at his resolve to remain forever a memory.

At the head of the river
At the source of the sea

He owned this world, this place that couldn't be called heaven or hell. It
was simply there, in between. He could do whatever he pleased, whenever he
pleased and that was the well from which his pleasure sprang. But even as a
king has boundaries to his kingdom so does a earth bound spirit. Rage and
pain mix hard in a soul without a body, anchoring in time and space the
transition that is death.


******************

Down the river there's a ship will carry you
Down river, down stream
Down the river there's a ship will carry the
Dream

Mia sprang upr in in bed,bed, a scream poised on her trembling lips. The
same thing night after sleepless night, she woke dreaming of Jesse. Every
dream was the same, reliving his death - the shots that ripped through his
body. It had been months since Tran shot him dead in front of them, months
since he died in Dom's arms with his blood spilling out over the hot summer
sidewalk. But to Mia it was as fresh as the day it happened, having to
relive it every night.

As her breathinowedowed, she swung her legs over the edge of her bed and
stood, realizing that she couldn't quite shake the trembling in her limbs.
Silently, she padded to her door and down the hall to the bathroom. Flipping
on the light, she automatically tip-toed towards the shower and with a sweep of her arm knocked the shower curtain back. There was a sigh of relief as she half expected some nightmarish specter to appear before her. With a nervous laugh, she turned to the sink.

"Mia?"

Dom's concern filled voice practically boomed in the small silent
bathroom.

"Shit!"

Mia screeched, jumping inches off the floor in her fright. Turning, she
stared wide eyed at her brother, her heart hammering wildly inside her chest
yet again. The night was quickly proving more exhausting than any two
days of her life.

"Christ, Dominic, don't sneak up on me like that!"

Her words were a hiss that rolled quickly off her tongue, striking out at
him.

"Sorry, Mia, just wanted to make sure you were okay. I thought I heard
something down stairs..."

He met her troubled eyes, something he was seeing more and more in her, once
again before he turned with a shrug and headed for the stairs.

Mia sighed out her anxiety resting her hands against the smooth porcelain of
the sink. Slowly, she reached for the tap and turned on the water. Her eyes
locked with the smooth, soothing rush. There was something about the sight,
the sound, of running water that reminded her of Jesse. The water reminded
her of her nightmare, reminded her of something he'd been trying to tell her
Just as she was about to dismiss the tiny river that disappeared down
the drain to her left, the toilet suddenly flushed.Swinging, she prayed she'd see Dom there but there was no one there and as she stood watching it happened again. Her eyes locked on the swirl of clear water in the bowl. Giving the possessed toilet a wide berth, she stepped out into the hall trembling wildly, her back connecting with the opposite wall. There was no
hesitating, no waiting for big brother heckheck of the boogey man, she
sprinted the few short feet back to her room. With a wild leap from the
middle of her room, she landed with a sagging bounce in the middle of her bed


"Go away, Jesse."

****************

Below in the kitchen, Dom stood with his arms crossed over his smooth mocha chest, a less than pleased look capturing his features. His eyes remained locked on the pool of white that took up the floor outside the open fridge door.

"Ungrateful, disrespectful, shits!" Dom growled as he turned and reached for
the roll of paper towels on the counter. If he didn't know it was impossible,
he would have thought Jesse had been raiding the milk. It was his thing. It was seldom that Mia didn't find an empty gallon of milk taking up space in the fridge and now with Jesse gone it seem that no one wanted to touch the stuff

He bent and began mopping up the mess and happen to catch movement from the corner of his eyes. A streak of gray or a shadow, maybe.

"Thanks man...."

He pivoted on the balls of his feet and found the room serene, found it quite and undisturbed. He was sure he'd heard Jesse's voice, heard it as if the other man was standing right beside him. .

"Ain't no such thing as ghosts, Toretto"