Some Things Never Change
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Adult ++
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Category:
1 through F › Fast And The Furious, The › Male/Female
Rating:
Adult ++
Chapters:
13
Views:
4,134
Reviews:
12
Recommended:
0
Currently Reading:
0
Disclaimer:
I do not own The Fast and the Furious, nor any of the characters from it. I do not make any money from the writing of this story.
Some Things Never Change
A/N: This is my first fic in this genre so be nice. I know sweet FA about cars and racing so this is my own storyline and timeline.
Chapter 1
Sam glanced around the race track; it had been a long time since she had been on this side of the fence. Her long blond hair whipped around her face as the breeze picked up. Checking her car was locked she almost laughed at herself; she really didn’t think that any one was going to steal her car at Race wars. But old habits were hard to break, especially when you lived in L.A.
Wandering through parked cars alike, she hitched her bags back up on to her shoulders and looked for somewhere to settle. She found a park bench and set her bags down, unzipping it she pulled out a camera, looking around she tried to focus and tried to convince herself that she was not looking for him.
Tweaking the camera she thought about how she had ended up this far up the creek.
**
Working as a journalist was all that Sam ever wanted, she had fulfilled her dream, even though it had almost been back breaking to do it. So here she was now, one of the few women sports journalists and one of the best.
So she sat in her editors, Jim’s, office and listened to him bark out the usual orders.
“I want someone to give me something on race wars, I don’t care if you have to sell your soul but someone had better get me something.” He had barked out.
Sam felt her stomach tighten painfully but held her breath, he did this every time. He was like a little boy, obsessed with racing cars and the street racing circuit. No one ever got anything; such was the way of the circuit. No Press.
What Sam hadn’t counted on was Dougie. The little shit.
He had worked at the paper for a couple of years now, a junior reporter. They had gone to school together and he was the only one who knew anything about her past. She should have known when she had turned down his offer of a date a couple of weeks ago that he would do something like this.
“So Sam, you racing this year?” The little worm asked casually.
The entire workforce in the office had turned to stare at her as if she had grown horns.
Fuck it; she was doomed now no matter what. She picked up her pen and threw it forcefully at Dougie, smirking when it hit him straight in the forehead, enjoying the wince it forced onto his face.
Then she dropped her head to the desk and waited for the shit to hit the fan.
“Everyone out now!” Jim roared and the staff fled.
“Why you little shit, I should fucking fire your ass!” Jim exclaimed.
Sam raised her head off the desk, she didn’t think that Jim would fire her, but she wouldn’t bet her life on it.
“Jim…” She began only to have Jim cut her off as he stomped over to her. He hauled her out of the chair but before she could protest he was dancing her around the room.
“It’s finally going to happen! We’re gonna get the fucking story, no one has ever got a story on the underground racing circuit, nothing solid anyway.” His glee was almost palpable.
“Jim you can’t ask me to do this.” Sam spoke quietly. Jim stopped mid dance and glared at her.
“Why the fuck not?” He demanded.
So she told him, she told him the details of her past, her history with the racing circuit. If anything it spurred him on.
“That’s fantastic, you know these people! I want interviews, I want pictures, fucking hell Sam I want the whole nine yards.” He exclaimed excitedly.
He wasn’t going to let this go, she knew that, so sighing in defeat and dread she started to talk.
“Jim, I can only do this one way, no interviews, I may get a few anonymous but that’s it, absolutely no facial pictures, in case you’d forgotten most of this shit is illegal. But I can get cars and the only way there going to let me in is if I race, you going to front me the money to get my car up to speed?” she let it all sink in and watched him turn it over.
She had her fingers crossed that he would cave under the demand for cash. There was no need to tell him that she had her own car and that it was more than ready to race, in fact she raced at a private track not far from where they sat.
“Done.” He answered without hesitation. Shit.
**
So Sam stood looking at the various cars and growing crowds. Feeling an old buzz of excitement and a tendril of fear, the chances were she couldn’t avoid him but she could try.
Chapter 1
Sam glanced around the race track; it had been a long time since she had been on this side of the fence. Her long blond hair whipped around her face as the breeze picked up. Checking her car was locked she almost laughed at herself; she really didn’t think that any one was going to steal her car at Race wars. But old habits were hard to break, especially when you lived in L.A.
Wandering through parked cars alike, she hitched her bags back up on to her shoulders and looked for somewhere to settle. She found a park bench and set her bags down, unzipping it she pulled out a camera, looking around she tried to focus and tried to convince herself that she was not looking for him.
Tweaking the camera she thought about how she had ended up this far up the creek.
**
Working as a journalist was all that Sam ever wanted, she had fulfilled her dream, even though it had almost been back breaking to do it. So here she was now, one of the few women sports journalists and one of the best.
So she sat in her editors, Jim’s, office and listened to him bark out the usual orders.
“I want someone to give me something on race wars, I don’t care if you have to sell your soul but someone had better get me something.” He had barked out.
Sam felt her stomach tighten painfully but held her breath, he did this every time. He was like a little boy, obsessed with racing cars and the street racing circuit. No one ever got anything; such was the way of the circuit. No Press.
What Sam hadn’t counted on was Dougie. The little shit.
He had worked at the paper for a couple of years now, a junior reporter. They had gone to school together and he was the only one who knew anything about her past. She should have known when she had turned down his offer of a date a couple of weeks ago that he would do something like this.
“So Sam, you racing this year?” The little worm asked casually.
The entire workforce in the office had turned to stare at her as if she had grown horns.
Fuck it; she was doomed now no matter what. She picked up her pen and threw it forcefully at Dougie, smirking when it hit him straight in the forehead, enjoying the wince it forced onto his face.
Then she dropped her head to the desk and waited for the shit to hit the fan.
“Everyone out now!” Jim roared and the staff fled.
“Why you little shit, I should fucking fire your ass!” Jim exclaimed.
Sam raised her head off the desk, she didn’t think that Jim would fire her, but she wouldn’t bet her life on it.
“Jim…” She began only to have Jim cut her off as he stomped over to her. He hauled her out of the chair but before she could protest he was dancing her around the room.
“It’s finally going to happen! We’re gonna get the fucking story, no one has ever got a story on the underground racing circuit, nothing solid anyway.” His glee was almost palpable.
“Jim you can’t ask me to do this.” Sam spoke quietly. Jim stopped mid dance and glared at her.
“Why the fuck not?” He demanded.
So she told him, she told him the details of her past, her history with the racing circuit. If anything it spurred him on.
“That’s fantastic, you know these people! I want interviews, I want pictures, fucking hell Sam I want the whole nine yards.” He exclaimed excitedly.
He wasn’t going to let this go, she knew that, so sighing in defeat and dread she started to talk.
“Jim, I can only do this one way, no interviews, I may get a few anonymous but that’s it, absolutely no facial pictures, in case you’d forgotten most of this shit is illegal. But I can get cars and the only way there going to let me in is if I race, you going to front me the money to get my car up to speed?” she let it all sink in and watched him turn it over.
She had her fingers crossed that he would cave under the demand for cash. There was no need to tell him that she had her own car and that it was more than ready to race, in fact she raced at a private track not far from where they sat.
“Done.” He answered without hesitation. Shit.
**
So Sam stood looking at the various cars and growing crowds. Feeling an old buzz of excitement and a tendril of fear, the chances were she couldn’t avoid him but she could try.