"Uhh." I groan as I wake up with a hangover, I start to roll over onto my side just in case I throw up, but I fall onto a cold tile floor, "What the-" I start to curse out questioningly but then there's this sensation like a door opening in the back of my head and memories pour into my mind, memories of one Brain O'Connor a kid who's had it rough his whole life.
A father who walked out, a single mother too busy working or chasing her next fix to take care of him, making friends with Roman Pierce, becoming brothers starting a crew boosting cars for chopshops, partying banging hot chicks loving the thrills of driving fast, and a mix of Juvie/ group homes, dotted within all of that.
Before finally turning a new leaf, becoming a cop, serving the people enforcing the law, then getting tapped on the shoulder two weeks ago for a joint undercover operation between the FBI and the Los Angeles Police department, because he…I've got a criminal history involving driving cars and avoiding cops not to mention scoring the best in the driving course at the academy.
Now I'm sleeping in the backroom/apartment inside of Harry's high performance parts store, while being undercover...Harry himself being blackmailed into this with fraud charges and a few other things, oh yeah…being involved in a kitty porn circuit…distribution only as far as the feds know.
'Fucking piece of shit...I'm gonna kill that fucking piece of shit.' I think and have to resist the urge to go torture and kill the scumbag right this fucking second.
The flow of memories stops up to this point, and the memories merge with the memories from my last life, and I suddenly feel lost, on what to do…other than knowing I want to bang Mia Toretto and Letty Ortiz.
'No powers…no special items…I'm just a normal dude…an exceptionally beautiful man…but besides that normal.' I think and my thoughts must be some kind of trigger as a glowing message materializes itself into my vision.
[Omniversal Sign-In System Activated, Owner's Current Location Detected: Fast & Furious universe…mostly, Year 2000, State California, City Los Angeles, Owner, Would you like to sign in?] I flinch slightly in shock but I don't immediately confirm the system prompt.
'What the hell?!' I shout in my head as my body tenses up.
[Sign in? Yes/No]
Mentally clicking yes, [Congratulations you have signed into the Omniversal sign-in system and have received;
Mechanical Mastery: You can subconsciously understand the operation of any mechanical device and create schematics in your mind by imagining what you want. By using these blueprints, you are able to make complex devices or weapons out of mere scrap and "garbage" able to use and build virtually any mechanical device, the user will automatically operate and build mechanical devices with perfect skill, technique and timing.
Outlaw Street Racer: This means not only can you drive fast, shift gears correctly and make other people busters, you're also a great shot with any sort of gun…almost like you have an aimbot.]
'Sweet…wonder if I can spank Dom in a race or not even with this divine talent? Probably not…Dom's own divine talent against mine will probably cancel both out.' I think idly, getting out of the large double person cot, I walk over to the sink, turn on the cold water and wash my face.
There's a knock at the door, "Brian, your shift is about to start!" It's Harry's voice, and I force myself to push down the urge to grab something heavy and bash his skull in, while putting on something decent enough to wear for work.
The day passes by pretty quickly thanks to the fact that I get to run parts throughout most of it, feeling hungry as I pass by Toretto Market & Cafe. I park near a curb surrounding a patch of mulch and palm trees.
I almost pause midstep at seeing her white tank top exposing her midriff, brown hair up in a high ponytail, her eyes light up as she looks at me and a bright smile comes to her face, when our eyes meet. Swallowing hard, 'Damn…the movies didn't do her justice.' I think while looking at Mia Toretto.
Smiling as I walk into the cafe and sit down on a stool, "Let me guess…Tune on white, no crust?"
"Sounds perfect…but no thanks Mia, I'll take a sub today."
"Really, why the change?!" Mia asks me as she rests her elbows on the counter, smile turning curious but very intrigued/interested.
"Well…the tuna is crappy, even though the sandwich maker is pretty." I say with a smile making me giggle softly and flutter her eyebrows, "I was starting to worry, you didn't have any…taste." Mia teases playfully.
"My sense of taste must be pretty good, after all it's kept me coming back here…though it isn't the food." I say cornily and Mia practically glows.
"So…I've been dying to ask, who painted the realistic tuners?" I ask pointing to the painted street racing cars along the molding.
Mia develops a slight flush, "Really, they're awesome." I praise her artwork honestly, "You really think so?" Mia asks with a bit of shy disbelief leaking into her voice showing her lack of confidence in herself.
"Yeah definitely, the cars look so realistic…lifelike, I hope I'm saying that correctly, I'll be honest I don't know much about art but I certainly know things that are beautiful and look amazing." I say with a smirk, which makes Mia playfully roll her eyes at me as she moves to start making me a sub, "What would you like on your sub?" Mia asks me with a very happy and pleased sounding voice.
"Ham, salami, pepperoni, turkey…the usual fixings and provolone cheese, oh uhh oil and vinegar too please."
"That's quite a sub…would you like some bread with that too?" Mia asks playfully, while shooting me a smiling look.
"I mean…sure as long as it's not asking too much." I smirk back making Mia roll her eyes at me, and laugh fluttering her eyelashes as she grabs out a slab of meat and starts slicing cold cuts.
We both go quite for a bit as I check Mia out the way her short shorts hug her makes it damned hard to look away, "You know the menu is above your head." Mia teases playfully.
"True, but you make for a much better view." I say honestly without any hint of shame, Mia rolls her eyes in exasperation but puts my sub on a plate, and pours some plain lays classics on my plate and grabs me out a coke, opens it and puts a straw in it for me.
"So…Brain, you've been coming in here for almost three weeks now…but still haven't asked me out yet…" Mia says to me suggestively leaning over the counter offering a nice front view down her shirt.
"You make a good point, but with the way that tall guy who likes to wear fishnet shirts gets all huffy and puppy dog-like when he's around…I got the impression there was something going on there."
Mia laughs and it's pretty cute to be honest, "Vince?" Mia struggles to get her laughter under control as she asks for clarification. "That his name? Then yeah." "Oh no, wooo. Vince is like a brother to me…" Mia says in amusement, and I could just feel the metaphysical kick in the nuts that Vince must have felt.
I take a bite of the sub…and it's way better than the tuna on white with no crust, no offense, but I need an actual... filling sandwich that isn't going to make me shit my brains out later.
"So, Mia..." I lean forward on the counter, trying not to look too eager, and probably failing hard…while trying to show just enough interest to make it clear I'm into her…but not into, into her. "How about dinner? Not here, of course as much as I'm fond of the present art work…and you of course. But I was thinking somewhere that doesn't smell like engine oil and tuna…" I tease playfully a slightly cheesy grin on my face.
Mia's eyes lock with mine, surprised but not displeased…she rolls her eyes a little bit, but takes a second too long to answer…for any guy to truly be comfortable with, I can almost hear the gears in her head turning.
"I'll think about it. I don't usually go on dates with customers…it gets…mmm, messy." I feel my mouth drop open a little bit at that, and Mia loses it in a giggle fit, even goes so far as to cover her mouth with her hand.
'Ooo, is she just playing hard to get or is she worried about me discovering her brother and crew's criminal activities?' I wonder, 'Or…maybe here's an idea she's put off by the stalker-like behavior.'
"Then I guess I'll have to stop, being one… after this sandwich." I grin.
She laughs again…but this time it's a little strained, 'Oh…sweetheart likes my visiting her everyday…chicks with stalker-fetishes are just weird…but I can tell I've scored some points.' I take a slow bite of my sub, and damned if it isn't a thousand times better than the tuna, "Mmm, this is one killer sub…I don't know, now that I've had a bite to eat of this magnum opus, I might have to rethink my idea of no longer being a customer given your sub making skills…" I moan around a mouthful of submarine sandwich, and swallow it before talking.
Mia smirks at me with a bit of confidence, but doesn't say anything as she watches me eat slowly, savoring every bite of her sub.
I watch foot and street traffic through the security mirror. 'No sign of Dom, Letty…or the crew…that's strange they're usually here by now. I really don't know what to do, do I be a cop, do my duty, all that junk? Nah…not too fond of the idea of being a cop. Turn outlaw and join the crew? Maybe go it on my own? But if I did try to join Don's crew, how would I go about it?' I wonder as approaching them could be dangerous hell the real Brian was sniffed out by Vince from the beginning.
And then there's Letty...Oh Mami, I've always had a thing for dangerous girls with engine grease under their nails…especially when they look like a twenty something Michelle Rodriguez, and wear see through tops, and bras that show off their beautiful breasts and leather pants that hug their great asses and legs.
As I finish up the food on my plate, I catch Mia giving me little looks and small smiles over her shoulder as she wipes down a tray. Not just flirtatious ones but, I also get the feeling that she's trying to figure me out, maybe put me in a box. Maybe it's too much for her to believe that a handsome guy with a charming smile and eyes too blue to be real is really interested in her.
"Thanks for lunch Mia, and I don't know…if you still paint or not, but if you don't you should get back into it you're amazing." I say to her as I leave a decent tip, money donated by Harry, I give Mia a wink, and begin to head out of the market/cafe to the Ford F-150 Lightning.
"Hey Brian…do you race cars?" Mia suddenly calls out to me with a hopeful sounding voice.
"Currently no, but I'm currently working on a 95 Eclipse…should be done by next week, why what's up?" I say to her and Mia smirks, "Well…when you're done building your car…I'll give you a chance at a date if you beat me in a street race." Mia says with a smirking expression.
"Oh…painter, sub making expert and now street racer, you are a woman of many talents, Mia Toretto…but, I'm going to enjoy spanking you and then taking you to dinner, and enjoy getting to learn even more about you." I smirk back at her suggestively.
Mia develops a slight flush to her face, neck and chest as she leans forward on the counter with a smile on her face, "I think I'll enjoy learning more about you as well Brain…after I spank you…at the race." Mia says suggestively, making me smirk right back at her.
"Promises, promises, see you tomorrow for lunch Mia." I wave to her over my shoulder missing the happy enthused smile that crosses her face as she happily bounces over to the cordless telephone and calls the shop's phone number to talk to Letty.
Climbing into the work truck turning the ignition, the engine rumbles to life, the custom exhaust sounding like a beast from hell with a grudge against all humanity.
Pulling away from the curb, and easing into traffic, I let my mind drift. For some reason my mind drifts to the Sign-in System, 'I wonder if it'll appear again?'
[-Character sheet
- inventory
-Sign-in
-Sign-in History]
'I have an inventory? Neat.'
Imagining a mouse icon clicking on a character sheet, a transparent interface flickers to life in my peripheral vision…it looks like a very dumbed down video game HUD with four tabs in a row one is Character Sheet, mentally clicking on it I see things like my name, age, a title…beautiful man, a few stats and my abilities gotten from the system, then there are the Inventory, and Sign-in and then the Sign-in History tab.
I don't bother opening the inventory,
'Alright, so I didn't get any shiny toys or reality-breaking hack…yet, but I do have a fast car and my sidearm…plus the FBI breathing down my neck to close this case...after only being on it for three weeks, a street racer/criminal master…okay that's probably giving Dom too much credit calling him a criminal master mind…though he'll most likely kill me if I mess up…and then there's Mia, I can see why Brian thought she was worth the risk getting close to her presents…but it's definitely worth the risk...even if I only get to get in her pants once or twice before things fall apart.
I drive back to Harry's parts store, parking the truck out front, turning off the engine, pulling the key from the ignition, walking inside and tossing the key onto the counter.
"Brian, where are you going?" Harry calls after me, I turn and look at him arching an eyebrow, the guy flinches a bit and steps back, "Going, to go drive the Eclipse see if I can't work the kinks out a bit." I say to the human scum.
He makes a dismissive noise in the back of his throat, "The only kink is you, that machine runs perfectly…too much car for a novice.." I hear him muttering but ignore it as a kiddie porn distributor's opinion doesn't mean shit to me.
I walk out the back of the building into the rear parking lot of the parts store and walk over to a covered car, pulling the car covering off of it.
Revealing a bright neon green colored Mitsubishi Eclipse with decals, and a glossy black painted carbon fiber hood.
"Ohh baby…I'm not gonna let Johnny The Transvestite blow you up." I coo to the car as I gently run my finger along the door like a lover caressing their lover, to the door handle.
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3rd pov
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The afternoon sunlight shines off of the glossy bright neon green paint job of the high-tech tuner beast, its engine grumbles…like a rice cooker.
Behind the wheel is Brian, he is intensely looking over readouts, on the laptop mounted on the dash,
presses buttons on the turbo control.
The readout on the computer flashes and then beeps, "Everything looks good, now to set the timer and the go signal." Brian mutters and types something on the computer and it begins counting down from 3, one hand on the gearshift, the other on the wheel.
"Ten second, quarter mile…" Brian mutters softly in what sounds like a prayer. The Green light turns on and is accompanied by red lettered GO.
Brian feathers the gas and the clutch, the engine roars…well as much as a rice cooker can, that is as the turbo whistles, the rear tires spin, burning rubber casting smoke.
The car rockets forward. Brian double shifts, and enters 2nd gear, then third 3rd gear. The car hits 9Omph, as the front end begins to float off of the ground, Brian double shifts into fourth…110mph then fifth.
The speedometer taps out at 130mph as Brian crosses the finish line highlighted by little orange caution cones and hits the button on the laptop stopping the timer at 11.76 second.
"Shit! I milked it for everything it had…I need nos…" Brian expresses then pauses to laugh his ass off, "I just couldn't resist." Brian expresses his amusement as he lets the car cool down a bit before turning to a street tune, before driving to the exit of Dodgers Stadium.
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I pull up next to the loading dock door of Harry's Pro Parts Shop just as the sun starts to dip below, the horizon's skyline a goldish red.
Getting out of my car I grab the car cover from the backseat and cover the car, patting the covered hood fondly and suddenly blueprints of how to make this car better and fast flood my mind. "Whoa…if that isn't a skull fucking good time…" I groan, as I walk up the steps to the rear entrance.
"Have fun?" Harry asks while looking at me, giving me an angry glare.
I raise my eyebrow in challenge and Harry looks away first, "I topped out at just under twelve seconds…I need nos."
"You don't need Nos, I've seen the way you drive Brian, you've got a heavy foot and can't shift for shit."
'He's not completely wrong Brian is good at the whole defensive driving/boosting but is shit at street racing at least in the beginning.'
"I got better since then…" I say and suddenly feel sick at myself for justifying myself to this worm.
"Just take or order what you want…it's not like I could stop you from trying to blow yourself up anyways…there's a reason why amateurs don't use Nos, Brian." Harry finally says, and I go over to the computer and order two of the largest Nos Containers I can and the injection/added control systems I need.
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Late Night Girl Talk 3rd pov
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Mia sighs the rustling of her sheet a stop as she opens her eyes, "Damnit Letty I was so close." Mia mutters a complaint as she throws the sheet off of her body, revealing her perky bare tits, and that her left hand tucked into the waistband of her panties before starting to climb out of bed.
Grabbing a white tank top off of her dresser on the way out of her bedroom Mia tiptoes downstairs at the sound of the refrigerator door continuing to be opened and slammed shut for probably the thousandth time since Letty got here ten minutes ago.
The clock on the microwave blinks, 1:37 AM. Letty stands with her lower back and one arm braced against the counter, a half-empty bottle of beer in her other hand. Her see-through tank top clings to her body in the heat, tight pants clinging to her hips, finely shaped ass and her toned legs, she's still in her scuffed up, grease stained combat boots.
"You're gonna break the fridge if you keep slamming the door like that," Mia says from the doorway leading into the kitchen from the living, her voice soft, concerned but also carrying undertones of amusement and annoyance.
Letty doesn't turn to face Mia, a sign the young woman knows well, and recognizes instantly as it's what Letty does when she's been crying. "Better it…than Dom's face." Letty grumbles in a cracky voice.
Mia padds barefoot across the kitchen, and leans against the part of the kitchen counter opposite of Letty, watching Letty with practiced patience. "What happened?" Mia asks after a few moments of silence passes.
Making Letty snort, and finally turn towards the slightly younger woman she considers a sister, Letty's eyes are rimmed red, but no tears fall from her eyes, at least not right now. "Oh you know…what always happens now. Dom said he was gonna be home hours ago. I know I sound like a jealous girlfriend but some new skank shows up at the garage in a miniskirt, asking about engine swaps. I was going to chase her off but…the shop is a legit business so any work we can get we should keep. I asked him not to play "mechanic" with her like he seems to be doing for every damn groupie, but you know how Dom…has been treating me lately."
Mia sighs and reaches up, opens a cabinet door, revealing coffee mugs, "Would you like a cup of tea?" Mia asks and Letty lifts her bottle of Corona up "Thanks…I'm good." Letty mutters, but Mia pulls out two mugs from the cabinet before shutting the cabinet door.
Mia raises an eyebrow. "That's just shitty beer…you know drinking your problems away doesn't work."
Letty shrugs. "It makes me feel better. That's good enough for tonight."
They stand in silence for a minute or two, the kettle begins to rumble and hiss on the stove. Letty finally breaks the quiet.
"You remember how it was when we first started?" Letty asks, her voice soft and low, Mia hates how close Letty's voice is starting to sound so resigned and bitter. "I had all of Dom's attention. So much so he could barely turn a wrench without staring at me every five seconds."
Mia gives a small laugh and a nod of agreement.
"Now?" Letty let out a self-deprecating laugh, her eyes starting to grow glossy with moisture as she starts talking about what is on her mind, "Now I feel like that old rusty Cadillac being left abandoned to rot away in the yard."
Mia doesn't speak, doesn't want to interrupt Letty as she expresses how she feels though the tea kettle not sharing Mia's concern starts whistling.
Mia using an oven mit grabs the tea kettle off of the burner and turns the burner off while pouring the tea made right in the kettle into two mugs, before grabbing a jar of honey and adding two heaping spoonfuls into the mugs, then proceeds to slide a mug across the counter to Letty, who rolls her eyes and sets down the bottle of beer in favor of the tea.
Mia smirks slightly while wrapping her hands around her mug bringing it near her lips she blows on her steaming beverage, and finds a childish enjoyment of watching the steam roll off into the air.
"Do you, do you think that you're still in love with Dom?" Mia asks in a quiet tender way.
Letty laughs bitterly. "I don't even know who I am without Dom anymore. But every time…when he looks at me now, it's like I'm one of his cars…fast, reliable, and… replaceable." Letty's voice/breath hitches at the last part, "When something newer comes along." Letty finishes.
Mia winces…but doesn't deny it she's seen the way things have been going for awhile now.
Letty takes a surprisingly dainty...girly sip of her tea, "And I keep letting him…like I'm still some lovesick little stupid girl…that can't see your brother for who he is."
"You're not a stupid little girl Letty."
"I feel like one."
Mia hesitates for a quick moment before softly asking, "Have you thought about leaving him, finding someone who makes you feel happy, appreciated?"
Letty's knuckles turn white from how hard she is holding her mug, "I think about it all the time," she admits "But, like I said I don't know who I am without him or what comes after…him."
Mia smiles gently. "You're Letty Ortiz. My beautiful big sister who helped me understand being a woman, you rebuild engines and fix cars like other people assemble Legos and you drive like the devil's on your tail. You're kind of a badass."
Letty chuckle at that. "You think?"
"I know."
Letty stares at her little adopted sister for a moment…before her eyes narrow slightly in amusement. "So, enough about me…what's with you and blondie?"
Mia flushes in surprise. "What do you mean?"
"You've been smiling all day like you've got a secret…plus Blondie's been showing up with that dumb dopey smile flashing across his face every time he sees you…oh and I can't unhear what I did earlier… OHH BRIAN OHH YOU'RE SOO GOOOD DADDY, YES YES JUST LIKE THAT DADDY!" Letty teases flashing a smile at the now mortified looking young woman barely coming out of her teens.
Mia rolls her eyes but can't help the grin that slides so naturally onto her face when thinking about Brian…even if he's a little Stalker-ish…in a cute way, "He's... nice."
Letty lifts an eyebrow. "Nice? That's what you're going with? He looks like a male model and looks at you like he wants to taste every inch."
Mia nearly chokes on her tea...at that insinuation.
Letty laughs, and sets her mug down. "So you're into him…into him, like he's not just someone to finally pop that cherry…but you want to date, date him?"
Mia fidgets with the bottom hem of her top. "Maybe. He's...just so different from other guys…you know he asked about my paintings down at the store today…you should have seen how he looked at me. It just, it just felt so good to be appreciated for more than my ass and tits by a man…and he listens. He doesn't try to act tough. I don't know, it's just...I feel so, so…me around him and it's so easy to get lost in those blue eyes."
Letty leans in, staring at Mia. "Damn…it was never like that for me and Dom…there was always a part of us that was about how sexy I looked…it must be nice…to be looked at by…Blondie's name is Brian..?" Letty asks and Mia nods, "It must be nice to know that you're more than your hot, sexy little body to Brian."
There is a pause…both pointedly ignoring how she just said how Mia has a hot and sexy little body, Mia starts up the conversation again. "We're supposed to race…once he finishes tuning his car…if he wins, p promised him that he gets a date."
Letty smirks. "You're really going to make the poor boy earn it, huh…even after, ohh Daddy…yes yes, just like that daddy?"
Mia giggles. "Shut up." Mia says while smiling and continuing to giggle, "He doesn't know the race is part of the date…yet."
Letty raises her mug in salute. "Now that's my girl…make him sweat a little…before letting him pluck that sweet little cherry you've been holding onto for way too long, little sister." Mia flushes bright pink at that but Letty's mood has successfully been lightened, the pain in her heart dulled, if only for a moment.
Letty moves away from the counter and stretches. "Alright. I'm crashing…Tell pretty boy that if he hurts you, he'll wish Dom got to go first…because I'll tear his nuts off with a socket wrench."
Mia smiles. "I'll make sure to pass it along."
Letty walks out of the kitchen and into the living, pausing at the steps that lead upstairs, to look at Mia, "Thanks, Mia…for listening and the tea."
Mia's smile softens even more. "Anytime."
The house falls quiet again, but the air feels a little bit lighter, the night a little less heavy.