Day Twelve - It's a Small World After All (Fast and the Furious)
Title: It's a Small World After All
Author: Constance Truggle
Fandom: Buffy/The Fast and the Furious
Rating: FR13
Pairing: Buffy/Dom implied
Summary: Family and friends all care about their loved ones that lived in Sunnydale when it cratered. (First movie only.)
Disclaimer: Don't own Buffy or The Fast and the Furious.
Word Count: 1201
Author's Note: I've been on a bit of a Fast and the Furious kick lately, and I blame hellbells101 for causing this. I'm not sure how I feel about it as it was written with an eighteen month old harassing me. Sorry if it sucks. Also, READ ME: I took Letty out. Don't get me wrong, I love her character. It's why I just removed her from canon, actually. I couldn't come up with a nice way to have her and Buffy in the same fic with the way she felt about Dom. Sorry about that.
Brian O'Conner watched the news closely, Mia sitting next to him and holding his hand. He was worried, and even Vince wasn't ragging on him too badly just then. Most of the team were watching Brian's reactions rather than find out what enthralled him so. Dom, however, was just as enthralled. Suddenly, the blond stood up, followed swiftly by the bald man.
“Brian?” Mia asked uncertainly. “What's going on?”
“My cousin is there,” he said, pointing to the now-deserted town of Sunnydale, CA. But, knowing his cousin, it wasn't quite so deserted. “I've got to get up there.” So saying, he made sure he had his wallet and keys and headed for the door, an unnaturally quiet Dom right behind him.
“Dom! What are you doing, man?” Vince asked, grabbing up his keys as well and following the two men. Everyone else came right behind him.
“I got a friend up there,” was the curt reply. Vince, Mia, Jesse and Leon exchanged looks before each jumped into a car. Mia with Brian, Jesse with Leon and Vince by himself. He'd tried to get in with Dom, but the man shook his head and took off. After all, his friend and Brian's cousin might need a ride, so two extra seats would be good to have. So four flashy racers headed up the freeway to Sunnydale, never expecting what they would find when they got there.
“Yeah Buffy, what are we gonna do now?” Dawn asked.
Buffy smiled slightly as she thought of her friend in Los Angeles. At least that city was safe... and still standing. She turned to her family - no matter what, they were family, just in a rough patch - smile growing as she made her decision.
“I'm gonna take some time off, I think. De-stress and maybe visit some friends. You all should, too.”
Kennedy just had to ruin her high, though, the spoilt brat. “Sure, leave us to do the clean up then, right?”
It was Xander who stepped in, surprisingly enough. “Lay off, Kennedy. She's been doing this a lot longer than you, and I happen to agree with her. Those of us who've been working to keep the world safe for the rest of you? We all need a break.”
“Well, I for one plan to get these girls back to their homes or else into a Council safehouse,” Giles said. At Kennedy's victorious look, he continued. “And then I plan to take a much needed respite for a few weeks before tackling anything else.”
The brunette's smug superiority fell away, and she turned pleading eyes to her girlfriend. Before she could try to drag Willow into a fight against the redhead's friends, however, Faith suggested they get back on the bus so the injured could get to a hospital and the rest of them could - as she said earlier - sleep for a week. Before anybody had moved, though, a very distinctive sound could be heard. Engines. Not just any engines, either. No, these were racing engines!
Buffy stepped away from the group, trying to get a better view. She saw four cars shimmering across the horizon and she grinned. A very familiar car spun a one-eighty as it stopped, and a bald man jumped out. Buffy was in his arms before the other three cars stopped, and the Sunnydale crew could only stare. They didn't know who these people were, but it seemed that Buffy did.
“Damn, B! Where you been hiding that man?” Faith called, breaking up Buffy and Dom's hug and successfully calling attention from them to the raggedy, bruised and bloody group of survivors. Buffy flashed a grateful smile to her sister-slayer as the man checked her out.
“I'm fine, Dom.”
“Then where'd the blood come from?”
“Oh, you know how it- wait. Brian?!?” she asked incredulously as she finally caught sight of the blond man behind Dom. “What the hell are you doing here?”
“You know him?” Dom asked suspiciously.
“Uh... yeah. He's my cousin.”
The brunette standing with Brian broke down laughing and Buffy looked at Dom.
“That's Mia.” Ah. His sister, then. She waved a hand at all those arrayed behind her.
“My friends, and some not-”
Faith cut Buffy off with a sharp whistle. “Intros can wait, yo! We got wounded!”
“Shit. Yeah.” Buffy gave Dom one more smile and turned around, her face serious. “Alright people! Load 'em up and let's get going!!” she hollered, watching as the girls did just that. She turned at a hand on her arm and nodded as Dom tipped his head towards his own car. Yeah, she'd definitely be riding with him. She heard a few gasps behind her as she walked towards Giles to confer with him for a moment.
“Giles, I'm gonna ride with Dom. I'll meet you at Angel's?”
“Yes, that will be fine, Buffy.” He looked her over searchingly, before glaring at the man behind her, not the least intimidated by the menacing aura the younger man put out. He looked at Buffy once more before climbing on the bus and taking over for Robin. Buffy watched them drive off before turning back to Dom, Brian and their friends.
“Buffy, I don't mean to alarm you, but you look like you really need to get checked out,” Brian started, causing Vince to snort, Jesse, Leon and Mia to give him incredulous looks and Dom to stare intently at her.
“I'm fine, Brian. It's just a scratch.”
“Yeah, a scratch that went all the way through and bled down her leg,” Vince grumbled to Leon, who nodded.
“I said it was fine,” Buffy said, glaring at the peanut gallery. “But, um.. Do you have an extra shirt, Dom? I really don't want to get blood on your seat,” she asked.
Dom looked at her, looked at his car, sighed, then gave her the shirt he was wearing. She was so far beyond caring just then that all she did was turn her back before stripping off her jacket and top and swiftly pulling Dom's too big shirt over her head. She swam in it but grinned at him before turning her attention back to her cousin.
“You will be telling me how you, of all people, got caught up in Dom Toretto's world, Brian.”
“Can we go, first? I'll tell you everything later, I promise.”
“I'm gonna hold you to that. Now, Dom. Who is everyone?”
Once introductions were done and commiserating female glances were exchanged, four cars took the freeway to Los Angeles. Buffy wondered what she'd tell her friend and his crew about what went down that day, why her mortal wound really was nothing more than a scratch by the time she changed shirts and just why there was a four-man Army team waiting at the Toretto residence when they pulled up, even though the Army shouldn't know she was even with Dom that day. She sighed mentally. She'd figure something out. She always did.