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Brian's old, beaten up pick up truck rattled as he rode down the streets of Los Angeles, his calipers squeaking and the truck bouncing. He fucking hated driving in this truck but it was what Harry gave him so he was somewhat grateful. He was working under cover for the FBI after they caught him after a big car race, threatening a prison sentence or to be their eyes and ears. Brian chose to be their dog, listening for the information they needed and such. He didn't want to go to jail again, he couldn't.

Tonight, he was heading to a big car scene where a bunch of well known racers were known to attend every year. Brian had requested Harry to get him a nice car, with all that added shit, especially NOS. As Brian parked into the parking lot of Harry's, he caught the glimpse of what he'd be riding in with tonight. A green Mitsubishi Eclipse. A grin formed onto his face, tonight was going to be fun.

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As Brian pulled up to the place, all he could hear is the pounding beat of music along with the sight of half naked girls everywhere. Once he parked, he got out of his car, scoping out the place, getting a feel for what the vibe was and what not. He could see all these dominants with their submissives hanging off them, puffing out their chest while they talk about their car like it matters. Half of those dudes owned shitboxes that copied the sound of what a lawnmower sounds like. Brian grimaced, looking around and catching the eye of a Big, muscular man with eyes that could pierce your soul. He was with two girls, both with brown hair but one had more of a tomboy aesthetic going on. Brian smiled, giving a small wave while keeping to himself. People always thought he was neutral due to his mannerisms and attitude, and he was fine with that. He didn't believe in the whole head space sickness and what not. He didn't like his dynamic, so why would he pretend he did? Dominants were always assholes.

"Nice car," a deep voiced pulled O'Connor from his thoughts, making him look up to see the dude that he just made eye contact with.

"Thanks, yours is a beauty too," he grinned, the man smiling back while he eyed the car.

"Can I pop the hood?" The tanner of the two asked, earning a nod from the blonde. He popped the hood, eyeing the contents and closing it back up.

"Pretty nice, huh?"

"Yeah, for a 10 second car," the man laughed.

"Hah. This 10 second car could beat your ass any day," Brian challenged.

"Oh?" The man let out, a grin finding its way onto his complexion.

"If I win, you give me respect. If I lose, I give you my car," Brian offered.

"You sure you wanna lay in that bed?"

"Mhm, wanna snuggle up innit too," Brian laughed, his lips forming a charming grin.

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Brian lost hard. Like real hard. But he could give a shit less, jumping out of his smoking car with a stupid grin while the Italian man looked at him like he was crazy.

"Why you so happy for?" He asked. "You gotta give up your car".

Brian smiled hard. "I almost had you there," he laughed, the crowd around them giggling. The man didn't find that funny.

"Whatever you say, kid. But now you owe me a 10 second car," He grinned, starting to walk away.

"How will I give you what you're owed if I don't even know your name, man?"

The man laughed, looking over his shoulder as he opened his car door, "Don't worry, I'll find you". He climbed into his car and drove away, his team following him with their cars also. Brian just stared.

What the fuck did he just do?

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"Hi, welcome to the Racer's edge. Please let me know if you have any questions," Brian said as a few young guys went into the store, earning a nod from them. He was standing at the cash register, looking over the orders for today and tomorrow. He sighed, rubbing his face as he heard the bells jingle to signal that more people have entered the store. "Hi, welcome to Racer's Edge, if you need any help or have questions, please let me know," Brian sighed again.

"Thanks, I'll make sure to keep that in mind".

Brian looked up, brown eyes meeting blue. The Italian had a shit eating smirk on his face. Brian gave him a sarcastic smile. "Hey mystery man".

"My name's Dom Torretto. Though mystery man works too I guess.." He laughed, the other man beside him laughed too.

"Hey kid, the name's Vince".

Brian rolled his eyes, "ain't a kid, my name is Brian O'Connor. Keep calling me kid and I'll start calling you old man". Dom raised his eyebrow while Vince grimaced, clearly not happy

"Hey, watch your mouth-".

"Vin, leave em. Anyway, find my 10 second car yet?"

"Yeah, I did actually. Gonna see it today and then probably come by tomorrow. Where do you want me to bring this thing?"

"D•T Auto Shop," Dom replied, leaning onto the counter. "This thing nice?".

"Mhm, real potential," Brian grinned. "Also, how'd you know I was here?".

"Me and Harry are friends," Dom said, earning a nod from Vince. "He told me he had a stray blonde staying at his shop and working for him there too, sounded like the cocky kid I met last night so I decided to check out who it was".

"Back with the kid shit?" Brian groaned. Dom laughed in response, Vince following along with him.

"Harry mentioned that you're a good kid and that you're good with cars. Said he can't keep having you stay at the shop. I have an empty room available. Of course, not for free. You'd help out with the garage and I'd give you a roof over your head," Dom offered. Brian's brows furrowed. "Don't have to answer now, think about it. I like to help those I can and those who deserve it, and I trust Harry's word. Let me know tomorrow when you bring me my prize," Dom grinned, pushing off the counter and waving as he walked back to the door with Vince. "See you later, kid," He yelled out the door, heading into his red car. Brian couldn't comprehend what the fuck just happened. It's a good offer and he'd get to work on more cars, plus, it would probably help get the police off his ass. Still, why would a stranger just offer their home like that? He didn't know Brian's dynamic nor who he was truly. He didn't know where he came from or what he's done. Yet, he trusted someone's word and gave him a chance to become something. Who truly is Dom Toretto?

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Brian pulled a hand through his hair as he headed to the autoshop, the transportation truck carrying the supra behind him. When he pulled up, he let the truck pull up in front of the opening where the rest of Dom's gang was working. Their heads looked up as they saw the piece of trash car sitting up on the truck. Brian closed his car door, thanking the driver who gave him a nod and then waved at Dom. Dom looked at him like he was crazy.

"What is this, Brian?"

"Your 10 second car".

"More like piece of shit car," Dom laughed, Letty and Vince laughing, Leon eventually joining in too.

"Pop the hood," Brian said.

"Pop the hood?"

"Yeah man," Brian nodded, signaling for the driver to help unload the car. Once the car was unloaded into the shop, Jesse came over and popped the hood for everyone.

"Shit, this is nice as hell, Bro" the kid exclaimed, then began rambling about all the stuff they could do along with what the cost of everything might come out too.

"I guess I was wrong," Dom nodded, staring hard at Brian with a form of fondness. It made Brian wanna crawl into himself. It felt more like Dominic was staring into his soul, looking at all his secrets. He didn't like it. He looked away, curling his shoulders in. Dom's eyes squinted at the motion, after reading into Brian's body language, he looks back at the car.

"You think more about my offer?"

"Yeah," Brian starts, letting out a breath, "I'll take it".

Maybe if he takes this chance, he'll find out whose doing this to the truckers and he'll finally be free from the FBI.

That's what Brian Thought.

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A week later, Brian finally moved his dufflebag of things into the Toretto HouseHold, meeting Mia along the way.

"Hi! I'm Mia, Dom's sister," she said lovingly, holding out a hand for him to shake. Brian took it gently, shaking it.

"Nice to meet you, Mia. I'm Brian, which you already know," he said, both of them laughing and going up the stairs.

"Yes, I do. Dom should be home soon but he wanted me to tell you the house rules," Mia said, leading him down the hallway to a small bedroom . The walls were painted with a greyish blue and had white moldings. A few places on the walls had chipping paint and marks. In the corner laid a twin sized bed with blue covers and white sheets, along with a tiny nightstand with storage. The small room also had a decent closet and a good enough sized dresser. "Here's your room! I know the paints chipping and such, but-"

"It's okay, it's better then staying in a mechanic shop," Brian interrupted, giving her a charming smile. She grinned back with an eyebrow up.

"Yeah, I guess your right. Anyway, the rules are that you may not enter anyone's room without permission, but that's a given. Don't leave messes around the house, leave em' in your room" ,she pointed at Brian, " I know how messy men can be, so watch it. In this house everyone helps with chores, so that will include you, Blondie. Also, he wants you to know that everyone is here for you. We're one big family and I hope you become part of it too," she smiled. "If you don't mind me asking, what's your classification? Everyone here knows each others and sometimes helps out with when someone experiences a drop or head space sickness, so it would be helpful to know yours". Brian was quiet for a few minutes.

"I'm a dominant," he said, straightening his posture. Mia nodded.

"Alright, thank you. Well, I'm going to get started on dinner early, once you unpack, would you please help me set up the table in the back for everyone?"

"Of course," Brian nodded, placing his bag onto the bed and started to unpack his belonging into the new spots they would be kept. He felt bad for lying to her but she didn't need to know the truth. He could handle it. Brian felt the fuzzy feeling in the back of his mind, begging to come out, to just let his subspace consume him. But, he wouldn't allow that. He looked down at the subspace blocker pill in his palm, quickly taking it dry and sighed.

He didn't truly know the effects of headspace sickness.

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After Brian unpacked, he did keep his word and heading downstairs to help Mia. He heard two voice in the kitchen which made him take louder steps to announce himself. As he came around the corner, there was Dom talking to Mia, which she then left to go outside.

"Hey buster,"

"Hey man. Thanks again for your hospitality, I truly appreciate it," Brian smiled.

"Of course," Dom smirked, heading towards the fridge to grab a beer. "Mia told me your a Dominant," Dom paused, reaching in a grabbing his beer, then closing the door. He looked at Brian dead on with eyes that told him secretly he knew he was hiding something. Brian's posture slightly curled in on itself, his eyes fighting him to just look away but instead he help eye contact. "So am I, if you ever need anything I'm here," Dom finished, popping open the bottle.

"Thanks, Dom," Brian nervously smirked, moving to collect the supplies needed for the dinner outside, not noticing his empty pocket. He felt those brown eyes follow every move he made. That fuzzy feeling kept creeping in, no matter how many suppressants he takes. He must have been staring cause he didn't remember anything but a hand being laid onto his shoulder.

"You alright, Bri? Your eyes look a little glossy. You sick?"

"Mm, maybe. I have been feeling a bit like shit lately," he laughed it off, shrugging the hand off his shoulder.

"Why don't you go lay down and rest till dinner will be served,"

"I'm okay, I promised-"

"I wasn't asking," Dom said with a tense voice. Brian immediately shut his mouth, that fuzzy feeling starting to overtake his mind slowly. He nodded, heading up to his room. Dom watched him with confusion, no way a Dom would allow another dominant to do what he just did without a fight. He went to start gathering the materials till he stepped on a foil pill holder. He picked it up, turning it around and looked at the label.

"SUBSPACE SUPPRESSANT:
!WARNING! DO NOT TAKE OVER ONE PILL A DAY, MAY CAUSE HEADSPACE SICKNESS,..."

Dom just quietly stared at what the fuck he just read. He went outside to find Mia cleaning the table.

"Mia? Are these yours?"

Mia looked at the pills Dom was holding, shaking her head. "No, I would never take those. Me and Letty help each other," she said. "I heard that if you continuely take those you can get headspace sickness. So, I was too scared to even take them," Mia continued, wiping down the seats now. Dom nodded, putting the pills in his pocket and look up towards the back of the house where one window laid. Looks like buster doesn't know that Dom doesn't like liars.

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Dom didn't know what to do. Yeah, he was pissed that Brian remotely lied to him and his sister but he also understood why Brian probably didn't like his assignment. He just met the kid, maybe he'll confess to it later on? He was running through all these questions through his mind after Mia told him to go get Brian for dinner. The rest the gang arrived, being rowdy per usually. Dom headed upstairs, briefly knocking on the door. "Bri, gotta wake up, kid". No answer. "Brian. I don't like being ignored," no answer again. Dom sighed, moving his hand towards the door knob and twisting it, and pushing the door open. He saw the blonde curled up on his bed, his body tense and shivering. His eyes were squeezed close and his hair was damp from all the sweat he was secreting. "Brian, what's going on?"

His blue eyes opened to meet Dom, the glassy effect still there. "D-dont know, Dom. All of a sudden I can barely move and my Brain feels all fuzzy," His words slurred. Dom immediately figured out what was going on.

"Think maybe it was from the suppressants you probably weren't taking correctly?" Dom said, dangling the pills in front of Brian. Brian looked away, closing his eyes shut.

"How'd you..."

"Cause your dumbass dropped them on the floor. Why would you lie about it when you know you need to put down?"

"Cause I don't need that shit," Bri growled, hugging himself tighter. "I've been through this before.."

Dom's eyes narrowed. "You've been experiencing headspace sickness?" His voice raised. "Do you understand how dangerous that is? You are damaging your mind and it will kill you!" Dom's voice thundered, making Brian whimper. "I can help you, bring you down. I would do anything sexual or that will make you uncomfortable. Just, help bring you into subspace," he calmly stated, making his way to the bed after closing the door and sitting on a empty space on the bed. "Just let me help you".

"Why should I, your all the same".

"Do not compare me with those who have hurt you, Bri. I just want to help you, you seem like you have great potential," he smiled softly. "I also still need my 10 second car, buster," he smirked, making Brian give a pained laugh.

"You're such an asshole," he laughed breathlessly. "I guess you can help, but I swear to God if you touch me in anyway I don't like I will fucking bite off your fingers," he threatened. Dom grinned, then something hardened in his stare and Brian whimpered.