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Not for you (FIN)	By : Naergi Category: 1 through F > Fast And The Furious, The > Male/Female Views: 3604 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 1
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>Author's note:

I've bought new boots for myself and love them so much that I *had* to bring them into this story. It doesn't exactly add to the storyline, but I just wanted them in there, dammit! *lol*...

I've also added another note below this chapter, which I can't post *before* you've read it or I would partially spoil the chapter... So... just scroll down, read, have fun; then read the other note at the end.

I woke up at ten in the morning just to find that Dom was gone. Then I remembered that he had woken me up during the night and had asked how much of the money we should spend on the track for the night; just in case it would become too expensive. I had replied that two hundred thousand would probably do and he had nodded enthusiastically, saying that this was more than enough and that he would leave whatever was over at a certain racer's store so that I and the others could get some supplies, if needed, without paying cash.

And where the hell was he now? Ah, right; he had a date with Memphis to rent the track.

I yawned, the froze - pendant! Box! Damn... but a short look at the table next to me told me that there was no need to panic, obviously Dom had used his night time wake to also put that dreadful thing back on the lampshade.

So - with Dom gone, and no real plans, what could I do?

First I gave Verone a short call, as he had requested, and informed him that Dom wasn't there. Ha, ha. As if he wouldn't know.

He told me that Dom had gone early in the morning, at about eight, and had actually told me that he would get some car supplies while I was just half awake. I didn't remember this, probably I wasn't even half awake. We agreed that I should go to the garage later, which I intended to do anyway.

And then I did something I had rarely done before since I came to the US; in fact, something I had even rarely done when still being in Germany: I took my time.

Showering long, doing a bit of what I called 'body maintenance' - washing and conditioning my hair, peeling for my whole body, nice scented lotion - well, whatever a girl needs to feel like a girl again.

And of course I left the pendant on the lampshade. It would be able to 'see' that I went into the bathroom and didn't come out for a considerable amount of time; but nothing more.

In the end I felt like new when I stepped out of the bathroom completely naked and grinned at the pendant.

Among the clothes that Michael had so 'carefully' picked to pack them into the Pacer - and which were now piled up on the sofa - I found a simple, black tunic dress with small golden buttons - one of my favorites when it came to 'normal' clothing.

Unfortunately, typically Michael, he had forgotten to pack in matching shoes. I didn't dress properly often, but if I did, I liked my clothing and shoes to match.

And now what? I always hated spending my money on shoes...

Just a minute, I thought - that's not your money you spend this time, it's Verone's... I went over to the bag and looked into it in a way that the pendant wouldn't be able to catch how much of the money was gone. Perfect - Dom had obviously really just taken the bigger part of it, but there was still more than enough left for a girl to go shopping... especially for a girl who wasn't interested in designer clothes.

Two hours later I arrived at the garage, proudly wearing my new black leather boots. I still snickered about the way the women in the store had looked at me when I came in there, wearing my old trainers...

This time I found Brian, Vince, Michael, Otto, Letty and Hector working on their cars.

"Heya folks!" I said.

"Hi. New shoes?" Vince asked.

"Yes, needed some." I replied.

"You Dom's new girl?" Brian asked. For a moment I was a bit confused; then I remembered that he hadn't been officially introduced to me since I got the pendant. Damn...

"Yes. And you are...?"

"Brian. That's Letty and that's Hector." He pointed over to them.

"Hi Letty and Hector!" I smiled over and could see Letty rolling her eyes when I had half turned around again.

"Where's Dom?" Michael asked.

"Don't know, wanted to get some supplies." I shrugged and looked at him in a way that told him not to ask further.

A hand with a piece of paper appeared right before my eyes. "Don't turn around and don't move" it said, and "Keep talking". The shirt sleeve that I could also see told me that the arm to which the hand belonged was Brian's.

I didn't. Instead, I pretended to have a conversation with Michael about the engine he was working on.

I felt someone working on the closure of the necklace; then it was carefully lifted from my neck to right next to me, always keeping the pendant at about the same height. I almost laughed out loud when I saw that Brian closed the necklace around Letty's neck.

Michael kept talking to me all the time, and I kept replying.

Then he finally said "Oh, could you go down into the pit and drain the oil? I'd also need a new casket on the oil pan, perhaps you could do that, too?"

"Sure." I said, let Letty walk past me and into the pit.

HAR. Verone, the necklace was a really fine idea, just, of course, that it can be tricked out. Hell, why didn't we think of this earlier?

Me and the others, all except of course Letty, went into the small office at the end of the garage and closed the door.

"Brilliant, Brian!" I laughed. "Really brilliant."

"Yes, I thought you'd say that." He smiled. "Wanna see what your necklace is transmitting?"

"Sure."

He turned on a monitor and some devices of which I had no idea what they were. And then I could see someone, or rather, two barely recognizable hands in the dark which were working on an oil pan...

"Cool." I said, quite fascinated.

"Yes, it also transmits sound, but I guess it's better not to test this right now. You know, if Letty speaks, the bluff is blown up."

"I understand. GPS?"

"No. Now look at this...." He switched some buttons and I saw the Charger's interior on the monitor, switching to different angles.

"Oh, five cameras in that thing? I've just seen three."

"Yeah, well, they're hidden."

"That means no Charger on the racetrack, right? Not that I would want to race it ever again, but I think Dom might have fun doing it."

"Wrong. I can scramble the signal of both the pendant's and the Charger's cameras."

"I don't think Verone would be happy with a scrambled signal, Brian."

"That's not what I meant. See, last night when you were all gone and the FBI had figured out how the Charger is transmitting, I started to record the signals of each of the cameras in the charger, which don't show much except a tiny bit of the interior in almost total darkness. Have three hours of that. Now - if I play that in slow motion, which no one would ever recognize because there's nothing moving in or around the Charger at night here in this garage, I could extend my three hours to six or more. And if I scramble the Charger's real signals and install a transmitter for those video signals here in the garage... he'll think it will still be here over night."

"Brilliant." I said again, marveling at this man's ideas.

"Now, where the hell does Dom want to get the money for the track from? I know he'd kill himself before he would sell any of his precious cars." Vince asked, and it was clearly directed at me.

I took a deep breath and told them about Verone's money; and just like Dom, they didn't take it serious until I grabbed a bundle of notes from my bag.

Brian just gave a not-so-happy snort. "I knew he was pissed at Roman and I, but half a million is ridiculous, really."

"Well, I say he's just careful, that's all. You two impressed him a lot on your last encounter; so he just wants to limit the chances to zero that there will be another encounter between you three..." I said.

"That also means Dom has probably left a lot of money at the car parts store for us to spend, right?" Brian asked, his eyes sparkling with fun.

"Sure." I said.

"You're a bit crazy to spend all that money on us, you know?" Hector said. "I mean, if it was mine, I wouldn't..."

We all stared at him.

"...okay, I probably would." He admitted.

"I'm just seeing it this way: Without you all, I wouldn't have that money. It's purpose is to kill you, so why not have all the fun possible with it before, well, you're hopefully not all killed? Tell you something, if I would keep that money for myself, I would have a very, very bad conscience. So I'm all for spending it all on us together rather than for fancy things for myself which I don't need anyway."

"You bought new boots." Brian reminded me not really serious.

"Yeah, so I spend fifty dollars on boots after spending two hundred thousand for the track and the car parts you might need. Don't think you can really blame me!" I laughed. "Speaking of car parts - anyone up for a little shopping?" One would have to remain here to wear the necklace, but the others..."

"I'll take the necklace." Otto said. "I won't race, so I don't need parts; but I'll love to watch. And I still have some work in that damn pit, anyway."

"Thanks, Otto." I said. "Now - switch necklaces again, and someone call the others from outside so that we can meet at the store?"

Three hours later we returned to the garage, a truckload of needed and not-so-much-needed-but-fancy car parts and the rest of the team accompanying us. Some of us stayed in the backyard, working on the cars; some of us in the garage; but never all together in one place. I switched the necklace several times with Letty and Sway, so that all of us had a relative mobility to walk around without the whole team ever being caught on camera in the same place. Plus, I had to do some maintenance work on my Corsa - the first time I saw it since that race before Mexico, and I was all happy that it was still in one piece.

We had a hell of a lot of fun installing parts until late that evening; in between I took the chance to call Verone - when Roman had incidentally walked into the focus of the camera, introducing himself to Letty instead of me; we were just lucky that I was around and saw this and could reply to his 'introduction' so that Letty didn't have to answer. I just had to call Verone because he had requested to be called whenever a new team member would show up.

I really loved that afternoon with the team, or rather with both teams - Dom's and Memphis' - just having fun. I knew that the best was yet to come - the night race with no cameras present; and I also knew that this would probably the first time and place for all those people together without their past problems bothering them in an atmosphere that all of them would find extremely relaxing.

Dom and I returned to 'his' apartment when it was almost dark, assured each other loud and clear how tired we were, took a shower together, turned the lights off, closed the window blinds, went to bed, told each other some jokes - and placed the necklace in the box, just to then get dressed as quickly as possible, fetch the Charger and the Corsa from the garage - Brian's scrambling device already installed and the fake transmission running - and departed to the racetrack, where the others were already waiting.

The track was relatively crowded with all of us, everyone was there: Me, Dom, Michael, Vince, Brian, Roman, Leon, Letty, Hector, Sway, Memphis, Sphinx and, of course, Otto. Michael was driving the Kadett and had lended his GTO to Sphinx, who had immense fun with it.

Everyone was basically racing everyone; not for money but for fun things; like who would get the next beer from one of the trailers that were parked outside and such.

Eventually I found Brian leaning to the rail next to me.

"Wanna race?" He winked.

"Dunno if I want to race you, Brian; already did that. Have no idea what for."

I looked around and my eyes fell on a large racing flag - so much fabric, I thought...

Then I had this really, really evil little idea in that wretched mind of mine and finally came up with a solution.

"What about racing for a car wash? I mean, I could wash your car... wearing... nothing but a string tanga." I said and practically felt Dom glaring at me.

"You? My car? String tanga?" Brian laughed. "I like that. In fact I like it so much that I'd wear a bathing suit, when I would wash your car if I lose."

You have so no idea... I grinned to myself. On the other hand - Brian wearing a bathing suit could be fun... no... my idea was better.

"Only if it's a striped one. You know, those old fashioned Edwardian bathing suits." I tried to make it sound real.

"Oh, I'd wear that. However... if my stake is so high... I'll set the rules." He grinned.

"Nothing wrong with that." I shrugged; not really minding if I would lose.

"Well, then we'll drive backwards."

"Backwards?" I laughed.

"Yeah, as in: Not forwards."

I snorted and giggled. Backwards? That man had ideas... "Fetch your car, Brian. Looking forward to that."

"I'll get some beer." Dom growled.

I was leaning to the rail, grinning like a madwoman, staring at the track where Sway and Letty were still racing each other with Eleanor and Hector's Honda; Letty being furious about Sway taking the lead. Then I noticed that someone else was leaning next to me.

"You don't really want to do that? String tanga, I mean?" Vince said.

"Why not, at least I won't do it naked, as most people."

"Hum?" He said. "Most people wash their cars dressed."

"No, Vince, you don't understand what I mean. Wait until that race is over; I don't plan on winning anyway."

"Like Brian so much?" He grinned.

"No, like to see Brian making a dumb face. See that you have a camera ready when I come back to wash his car and focus on his face; that's something I'd like to have a picture of." I laughed and went away to my car when Eleanor was just speeding over the finishing line.

Of course I so lost. Damn, that man could drive backwards! I was far too fascinated by this to not laugh all the time. Besides, I still had that ace in my sleeve....

We met again at the finishing line; Brian was already leaning to his car, drinking beer with Roman when I finally arrived. "Now you wash my car? Wearing a string tanga?" He asked.

"Sure." I laughed. "Just have to go over to my trailer and fetch something. Can I take your car? Mine is a bit overheated."

"You go do that." He grinned, obviously hoping for something that wouldn't happen.

I took his car, drove to my trailer behind the racetrack, put my snowboard suit over my clothes, pulled some old bedlinens, a measurement tape, a stapler and scissors from my closet and started to work on my plan; which barely took five minutes. Then I drove back.

The others were laughing loud when I came back to the track.

"What the hell?" Brian snorted. "And what are you wearing there? I thought you said string tanga. Are you backing out?"

"What I would wear was never in question, Brian. You should listen more carefully when I speak." I laughed. "I said that I would wash your car wearing a string tanga. Not that I would wear one. Instead I made one for your car." I pulled the giant string tanga from the car's trunk which I had made with the bedlinens and my stapler.

Brian looked at me so dumb that couldn't help but drop to the floor laughing. The others were roaring with laughter, especially Vince and Dom. And Brian didn't insist any more on having his car washed.

Dom wrapped his arm around my waist and pulled me close. "Race me? Charger against Corsa?" He said.

"And what would be the price?" I laughed.

"Next night?" He suggested, wiggling his eyebrows.

"I think I can have that without racing you!"

"Yeah, possible. But if you win, you'll be on top for a change!" He said loud enough for the others to hear, making them all snort, laugh and clapping.

"Not fair. If I win, I'm going to have all the work? No way." I snorted.

"Okay, so then it's you on top if you lose."

"Sounds good. Any rules you'd like to set?"

"Sure. I'll drive the Corsa." He laughed. "Really want to see you in the Charger again. Looked hot on you."

"Ohoo!" I chuckled. "No, no, no. Not the Charger. Last time I could barely keep it under control. Besides, you with my Corsa? You'll probably wreck it."

"Wouldn't wreck it, already drove it at Racewars."

"That was in a desert with nothing to bump into, Dom..." I tried to argue.

"Well, we worked on the Charger by now. Should be safer to drive." Dom said. "Ah, come on. Drive it for me. It's yours anyway." He looked at me, eyes almost pleading.

"No it's not. You exactly know why I insisted on the Charger when I made that deal. Thought it would be great for you." I said.

"You always gift the cars you win or bargain to others? What about me?" Roman laughed.

"Well, yeah, if this is all over you can have the Pacer if you behave..." I winked and he just went away snorting.

"Race me?" Dom asked again.

"Well, I can do nothing but lose and have you at my mercy next night." I laughed.

"Oh, and she's perfect in not having mercy." Michael commented dryly.

Dom looked at him, then at me, then back at him and laughed. Funny, I thought, I always had the idea that Dom would react differently to an obvious sexual reference of my past. Seems as if he, too, has learned one or two things...

The Charger was indeed easier to drive now. It still would never become my favorite ride, but the vibrations that had almost torn the steering wheel from my hands at a certain speed were gone now and I almost had the impression that this car now had some sort of 'will' to cooperate with the driver instead of just killing him. The sheer power required to keep it on the track, however, was still required; and I felt my arms aching after just half the distance.

Still, that thing was pure adrenaline.

Perhaps I should drive it more often, I thought; but my still somewhat German thinking mind kept coming up with the idea that I would probably have to have a tank truck in tow just to be able to feed it properly on longer distances. The amount of fuel that thing needed on a single round on a racetrack was enough to feed the Corsa for a week of driving.

From the technical weight-performance aspect, Dom should have won.

The Charger had its 900 horsepowers, but those had to move almost five thousand pounds of reinforced chassis and engine; leading to a ratio of 5.6 pounds per horsepower. The Corsa, on the other hand, had about fifteen hundred pounds equipped with 320 horsepowers; leading to a ratio of 4.6 pounds each horsepower had to move - a pound less than the Charger.

The torque the engines were able to provide (or not, in the Corsa's case) made the difference in this case. Perhaps he also let me win, either intentionally or by not being used to drive such a small car, letting the Corsa go slower than he could have, so I won. I long stopped wondering about Dom's intention when doing certain things, so I didn't wonder about this, either.

He just smiled over to me when our cars stood side by side. "Me on top. I won't complain." He grinned, and for a moment I thought that he really had intentionally lost. I just shrugged, smiled back and brought the Charger back to the place where the others had parked.

Next Michael and Sphinx raced each other, GTO against Kadett. Dom and I were leaning to the rail, just watching, our arms draped around each other.

"I'm really enjoying this. Besides the race some days ago it's the first time I've raced on an official track for years. Not in an official race, but still."

"Yes, you've been banned, right?" I asked.

"Yeah, and they were probably right about doing it at that time. Wouldn't mind if that ban would ever be lifted, though."

"Can imagine that. Hey, you could build your own racetrack and arrange your own official races, how would that be?"

"The day that I will ever be able to afford my own racetrack will probably never come, but nice idea." He smiled a bit sad.

"Ah, just as Michael always says: If you really want something, you can get it. Just wait and see. Maybe in ten years when I look up Youtube in Germany I'll see you on your own racetrack."

"You really want to go back?" He said, standing behind me and draping his arms around my waist.

"I don't want to, I have to, Dom. Could come back for vacations, though. Or maybe one day spend another year here."

"You could, you know, marry someone to get a green card." He said.

"I won't marry anyone just to be able to stay somewhere."

"Well, you could marry because you love someone you'd like to stay with..." He continued.

"I wouldn't." I replied. "Love breaks so fast, Dom; you should know it. Marriage involved? Kids involved? Just adds considerably to the terror that breaking up is anyway."

"Probably right." He finally said, his thumbs moving over my stomach.

"Hey, you two!" Letty shouted over. "You're making kids over there or want another race? We had this weird idea to have a couple race."

"Ah, and how would that work?" Dom shouted back.

"Simple: The boys operate the gas and brakes, the girls on their laps operate the steering wheel." Sway laughed.

"I like that." I snorted.

"Yes, me too. Perhaps the guys could try to distract us a bit by having to leave their hands on the bodies of their ladies during the race...?" Sway barked with laughter.

"As long as you'd like to mop up the shattered cars from the track if the distraction gets too much?" Letty grinned.

"I'm all for it, let's wreck the Supra." Dom laughed.

"Can't do that, Eleanor will become jealous." Memphis said.

"Well, Eleanor will finally have to learn how to not be jealous. Come on, Darling; as soon as those two maniacs there are off the track we'll do it. Fun!"

I took a look back at the track where Michael and Sphinx were still racing each other; by now the approximately fifth round. I knew that Michael and Otto had worked on the GTO; now both cars were almost equally fast; but both drivers had far too much fun to leave the track.

"And what about me?" Vince muttered. "No one up for racing me?"

"Yeah, well, you could sit on my lap." Leon said, wiggling his eyebrows at him. "You know, you can't use that leg for the pedals, anyway..."

"That 'hands on the body' was just for the ladies sitting in a car, right...?" Vince asked suspiciously after a short thinking pause, making us all laugh.

I can't even start to remember who else raced who into which direction with which vehicle for what prize that night, but I would remember for the rest of my life that this was the funniest night I ever had. To be together with all those people, the cars, the track, the smells of exhaust fumes and burning tires - it was all, no, more than I had ever wished for.

And when the clock indicated that it would soon be dawn, we all left the track a bit sad. Obviously I hadn't been the only one who had those thoughts.

We brought the cars back to their hiding places, the Charger into the garage - disarming the sending unit and the scrambling device, of course - and finally I felt that whole day and night taking their toll on me: When we came back to the apartment, I fell asleep almost instantly by flat dropping onto the bed.

Added author's note, as announced:

To see my inspiration, look at this:

http://lachschon.gamigo.de/screens/200704/Norbert-1176625638.jpg

picture.

Okay, so I was also inspired by something else; but this picture should do...

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