THE ROAD IS LONG
Hellooooo again! Chapter 3 is here and ready to be…well…read! (Ignore me I'm in a funny mood! Deadlines and such frying my brain!) Hope this chapter isn't too much of a let down, but if there are any mistakes or such just tell me and I'll fix 'em (Gem'll fix it!). Oh, yeah forgot last time. Don't own 'em. Would love to but don't. Chapter 3: Catchin' up with Coyote. Jesse glanced over at where Letty and Mia stood laughing as if they would never laugh again, clutching to each others shoulders and their stomachs. "I really don't get women." He muttered, sipping at his cola with his uninjured arm. "One minute they're all crying and then the next they're, they're-" he gave a frustrated gesture, with the arm in his sling, towards the direction of the two girls when he couldn't find the right word, making him look like he was flapping a wing. "You never will understand 'em, Kiddo. Never." Dom sighed from behind him, also glancing out at his sister and girlfriend. "They still goin' at it? What's it been? Twenty minutes?" Jesse nodded and made a noise of affirmation before taking another great glug of icy liquid, the small bubbles fizzing and popping, making his throat sting and eyes water. Dom shook his head and gave an amused snort before making his way back towards the payphone. "Keep an eye on 'em, Jess. I'm gonna call in at the garage for news while they're busy." Jesse waved a hand absent-mindedly in Dom's direction, already concentrating on something entirely different. -00000- Vince let the phone ring a few times before dragging himself from beneath his car and sauntering towards the office, wiping his dirty hands on the seat of his jeans and leaving finger-length streaks of oil in their wake. He lifted the phone's corded handset and wedged it to his ear with his left shoulder, continuing to clean the filth from his knuckles with a just as grimy rag. "Toretto's?" he grunted, concentrating on a particularly stubborn oil stain with a frown. "No wonder we don't got a buyer for the garage, with manners like yours!" the deep, familiar voice of Vince's long time friend and partner-in-crime sounded in his ear, crackling with static every so often. "Hey, Dom!" Vince replied, brightening slightly. He didn't question Dom's sole-minded mission to get Letty, Mia and Jesse out of L.A. and harms way, but he had to admit that things just simply weren't the same without them around. "Missin' y'all, Dawg!" Dom's laugh crackled over the telephone line in a burst of white-noise. "Aw, V! Didn't know you cared." came Dom's sarcastic reply. "Sorry, Dawg, I'm on strict orders from Let not to associate with any skanks!" "Dude! You callin' me a whore?" Vince barked and Dom's laughter crackled louder. "I look after your garage, agree to watch it until you got a buyer and this is how you repay me? By callin' me a male prostitute?" Vince growled, feigning anger. "I didn't say nothin' 'bout male…" Dom let his latest quip lie and Vince scowled though he knew Dom couldn't see him. After a long pause Dom chuckled again. "Dude, I'm yankin' your chain!" "I knew that!" Vince snapped in return but couldn't help a smile from creeping onto his face. He missed bickering and bantering with Dom and Jesse. He missed teasing Letty. Mostly he missed Mia. "So, y'all there yet? Y'all safe 'n shit?" "We're all fine." Dom replied. "Mia was a little sick on the way but Letty reckons that's normal for her…condition." They paused again and Vince's thoughts wandered to the man responsible for her so called 'condition'. Brian O'Connor, who had gained their trust only to have it turn out that he was a cop set on hauling their asses to the slammer. And to add insult to injury he had…Vince swallowed hard, forcing his thoughts to continue down the track that they were taking. He had taken advantage of Mia. Beautiful, sweet, caring Mia who was now sprogged up and most definitely up shit creek without a paddle. "V, s'okay, man. She's fine. We're gonna take real good care of her." Dom said quietly, sensing his friend's sombre thoughts. "You can see to that too when you hurry up an' sell the pissing garage and get your ass down here!" Vince forced a laugh and leaned back against the office wall, thrusting his free hand into his jeans pocket. "You gotta talk to Leon 'bout sales, Dawg. He deals with all the prospective buyers an' crap. You know how Lee can sweet talk anythin' on two legs and even some of the four-legged variety when the fancy takes him!" Dom's laugh was raucous and Vince winced, moving the offending earpiece away from his aching ear. "Yeah, yeah. What was that last ones name? Jenny? Jenna? Janice?" "Jade." Vince supplied, with a smirk, remembering Leon's horror the morning after. At least he hadn't taken her home and had to wake up beside her but he'd been trying desperately for weeks after to remove her scent from the back seat of his car and her scratch marks from the leather seats. "That's it. She was a stunner but as bitchy as they come, man! And as fake! Those couldn't have been real!" Vince laughed at Dom's exclamation but stopped as he heard a familiar voice in the background. He listened carefully. Letty. It was definitely Letty. Only she could get away with calling Dom such profane names. "…no, Let. V was talkin' about that chick Leon had last. Y'know, Jade? The redhead?" Vince smirked as Dom was cut off and he caught most of what Letty was saying. "…don't you fucking dare even think about anyone's tits unless they're mine! Got it?" Vince's laugh drowned out Dom's feeble response until Letty's voice blared down the phone and into his ear making him yelp out in pain and surprise. "And don't you fucking encourage him!" Letty growled and Vince could imagine her face. Furious and strewn with loose strands of her glossy, ebony hair. He was, for once, glad that he was still up in L.A. and that she was down in Mexico, where she couldn't clip him around the head with one of her stinging cuffs. "Sorry, Let." Vince laughed and winced in sympathy as he head a thwack and a deep throated exclamation of pain from Dom. Letty muttered something about men and their brains being in their pants before returning the phone to Dom and announcing that he was gracing the sofa with his presence that night when the arrived at his cousins' house. "Thanks, V! I just got fucking couched 'cause of you!" Dom snarled and Vince laughed again. "Sorry, Dawg. I'll take the wrap when I get down there." "Yeah, yeah…" Dom muttered with a sigh. "I'll call you again in a few days time, man. Just make sure Leon uses those sweet-talkin' tendencies on some customers and not just the women." Vince grinned widely to the phone's mouth piece. "Sure, Dom. We'll be down their sunnin' ourselves before you know it!" Dom snorted before deigning to reply. "You ain't gonna be sunnin' yo' asses!" he growled. "You're gonna be decorating the nursery with me an' Jesse." Vince's thoughts turned back to Mia again and he silently promised himself that he would take care of her and the baby no matter if she wanted him to or not. "Sure, Dawg." Vince said in a soft tone, sensing that the conversation was coming to an end. "Say hi to everyone for me…'specially Mi." "Okay, V." Dom replied with a tight tone that told Vince to remember whose sister he was talking about. "A'ight. Catch you later, Dawg." Vince responded and waited until he heard the click on the other end as Dom replaced the phone. He gave a nostalgia induced smile and tossed the rag in his hands across the office to land slam dunk in the bin on the other side. Score! Not long until they would all be together again. Not long at all, then they could get back to normal finally. -00000- Phew! That one took a little while to get going! Hope it's not too bad! Comments and reviews are greatly appreciated! Thankies for reading! Please tell me what you think (good or bad). Next chappie, Vince has a surprised visitor and we meet the Toretto cousins! Yay!
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