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escritoireazulTitle: heal all your wounds, time
Author: Carla
Disclaimer: Characters from The Fast and the Furious belong to Rob Cohen and others.
Rating: 14+ for language and sexual topics
Author's note: First I wrote "always she is dominant" from Letty's point of view, then![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
shisaiyan wrote "he thinks of her" as a comment sequel from the new woman's point of view, then I wrote "memory in oil, sweat, blood", and shisaiyan wrote "she never lets us forget". And now, the next in the series.
Summary: First she'll hit him and then she'll hug him.
Mia can’t even look at tuna sandwiches, fast cars, or guys with blond hair, blue eyes, and great smiles. All those things are hard to avoid in Los Angeles, but she does the best she can.
She rides the bus now, and its slow, ponderous movements through the city are farther from the days and nights of adrenaline and speed than walking. Mia lives on salads and soda, leaves the dishes for her roommate, and spends approximately ninety-three percent of her time studying. She’s going to go to medical school, and soon.
During five percent she sleeps, light and fussy. She wakes often and in the dark she can remember nights as a child, creeping down the hall to Dominic’s room. She’d wake him up and he’d give her a hug, search her room for imaginary monsters, and put her back to bed. She might not have liked how she was subjugated as a female—too much feminist theory colored even her half-aware thoughts these days—but she would not deny him credit where it was due. Dominic always took care of her.
Two percent of her time she does her duty.
For two percent of her time each month, she visits Vince in jail. They both know she’s watched, whether she visits or not, but she doesn’t know where anyone else is and she hasn’t done anything illegal.
Stupid, maybe, but not illegal.
Vince doesn’t say much, so Mia forces herself to chatter at him. She doesn’t mention dating, drinking, or Dom and he pretends to care about the article she wrote on amino acids or the dissection that came off perfect in her lab. She always leaves before their time is up, and though she doesn’t look back, she’s aware he watches her walk away.
Someday, she’s going to be Dr. Mia Toretto. She’s going to have money and she’s going to pay off her debts. Then, when she’s settled and considered a model citizen, she will buy her first car since she lost her whole life.
Mia will move to Mexico and find Dominic. When she does, she’ll hit him, hug him, and stay by his side. She will doctor his wounds and anyone else he deems worthy and she will never, ever betray him again.
Author: Carla
Disclaimer: Characters from The Fast and the Furious belong to Rob Cohen and others.
Rating: 14+ for language and sexual topics
Author's note: First I wrote "always she is dominant" from Letty's point of view, then
shisaiyan wrote "he thinks of her" as a comment sequel from the new woman's point of view, then I wrote "memory in oil, sweat, blood", and shisaiyan wrote "she never lets us forget". And now, the next in the series.Summary: First she'll hit him and then she'll hug him.
Mia can’t even look at tuna sandwiches, fast cars, or guys with blond hair, blue eyes, and great smiles. All those things are hard to avoid in Los Angeles, but she does the best she can.
She rides the bus now, and its slow, ponderous movements through the city are farther from the days and nights of adrenaline and speed than walking. Mia lives on salads and soda, leaves the dishes for her roommate, and spends approximately ninety-three percent of her time studying. She’s going to go to medical school, and soon.
During five percent she sleeps, light and fussy. She wakes often and in the dark she can remember nights as a child, creeping down the hall to Dominic’s room. She’d wake him up and he’d give her a hug, search her room for imaginary monsters, and put her back to bed. She might not have liked how she was subjugated as a female—too much feminist theory colored even her half-aware thoughts these days—but she would not deny him credit where it was due. Dominic always took care of her.
Two percent of her time she does her duty.
For two percent of her time each month, she visits Vince in jail. They both know she’s watched, whether she visits or not, but she doesn’t know where anyone else is and she hasn’t done anything illegal.
Stupid, maybe, but not illegal.
Vince doesn’t say much, so Mia forces herself to chatter at him. She doesn’t mention dating, drinking, or Dom and he pretends to care about the article she wrote on amino acids or the dissection that came off perfect in her lab. She always leaves before their time is up, and though she doesn’t look back, she’s aware he watches her walk away.
Someday, she’s going to be Dr. Mia Toretto. She’s going to have money and she’s going to pay off her debts. Then, when she’s settled and considered a model citizen, she will buy her first car since she lost her whole life.
Mia will move to Mexico and find Dominic. When she does, she’ll hit him, hug him, and stay by his side. She will doctor his wounds and anyone else he deems worthy and she will never, ever betray him again.
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Mmm... Dr. Mia
Date: 2005-04-23 07:42 am (UTC)Re: Mmm... Dr. Mia
Date: 2005-04-23 10:09 pm (UTC)Pretty soon, we're going to have to start over again or end the drabble series, I think. Maybe we should discuss, at least a little, where we want to take this, if we do.
Also, instead of posting to my website, because I'm having trouble with my FTP server, I found a community to post the drabbles in, too.
http://www.livejournal.com/community/quarter_mile/18067.html
So far, they seem to enjoy them. :-D
Now I get to go read the Lost Boys chapter you sent and I'm so excited!
Re: Mmm... Dr. Mia
Date: 2005-04-23 10:59 pm (UTC)Anyway, I degress... I'll email soon about the FF fic... hope you like the LB chapter! By the way, where do you want to start posting it? Or would you rather wait until it's finished?
Oh, and I posted my newest drabble as a response on the other page!
No Punishment Great Enough
Date: 2005-04-23 09:36 pm (UTC)Those brown haired girls, with golden highlights, the ones with dark brown eyes, honeyed skin and playful, sensuous mouths. They were the ones he stayed away from these days. He'd learned that lesson very quickly. He'd been drawn to them, at first, spent the evenings with them, dancing, imagining he saw those light gold flecks in their eyes, hearing that laugh, that voice and when he went to bed with them, his hands remembered her curves, the velvety feel of her skin, her soft sounds, the silk of her hair against his bare chest. And then he would wake in the morning and look over- and it wasn't her and his chest would ache as if he were losing her again, over and over, until he learned. They were never good enough, never Mia.
He never spoke her name aloud, never told anyone about her, about what he'd done. He kept her picture hidden in his wallet, behind his lisence and sometimes, in the middle of the night, he would take it out and run his fingers lightly over the well worn surface. She was smiling, her eyes dancing playfully, the sun lighting her face, her hair tossed over one shoulder. He would stare at her and feel his heart tear. For a second, he would consider throwing it away, wonder why he put himself through it, but he never did, he always slid the photo reverently back into its place. He would continue to keep it, to look at it, to rip his heart from his chest. The pain was no less than he deserved. He'd betrayed her, betrayed all of them, betrayed himself... and no punishment would ever be enough to absolve him of his guilt.
So Brian stayed clear of those girls with her coloring, with even the slightest resemblance to her. They could never be Mia. He tried not to think of her, of what he'd done, but whenever he slid behind the wheel, whenever the engine roared to life, whenever he tore through the desert with the power of NOS, he remembered and then and only then, did he cry.