This is more or less a trial to see if I am actually capable of writing anything. I wrote it in about 10 minutes, so it's very short.
TITLE: Part Of The Car
RATING: Pg-13, for one naughty word.
FEEDBACK: Need it! Be brutally honest, I would not be surprised if I suck.
DISCLAIMER: I do not own the rights to the Fast and Furious, its characters, plot, etc. etc. Not my sandbox.

He knew he would win.
He knew it before Edwin had even waved the makeshift starting flag. The soft growl of the Skyline sent vibrations through his body, begging him to let it run free. Dominic put one hand on the gearstick, letting his fingers massage the soft leather. For a moment he forgot about the 2 grand waiting for him at the finish line, focused solely on the hum of his car. He closed his eyes for a moment, allowing himself to become fully immersed in the calm. This anticipation, the calm before the storm, made him want even more to win.
“Hey Dom!” His eyes snapped open. A tall woman tossed her long black hair over her shoulder. “Try not to fuck up!” She yelled over the crowd. He jerked his head up in acknowledgement, and gave her a look that said it’s already won.
Edwin stepped in front of the four cars, a dirty wifebeater in one hand. Dominic rolled up his window, in an effort to ignore the revs of the other cars. This wasn’t their race; it was his.
Edwin raised the shirt into the air. A single drop of sweat rolled off Dominic’s nose and landed on the bottom of the steering wheel. His foot moved to the gas pedal, his hand tightening its grip on the gearstick.
Edwin stood for several seconds, looking each of the drivers in the eyes, before finally flinging his hand down, throwing the shirt to the ground. At that moment, Dominic put the Skyline into drive, and immediately became nothing more than a red blur on the pavement.
The force of the car forced him back into the seat, until he felt himself melting into the car, becoming part of it. The roar of the engine, the smell of the leather surrounded him, causing him to lose himself to the car more and more. Lights and colors flashed by on either side of him, but he was focused only on the neon green line in the distance. He urged his car to go faster, until he thought he was truly flying down the pavement towards the finish line. This was freedom. Ultimate speed, the ability to be part of the car, was freedom.
Dominic flew across the finish line, amid whoops and hollers from bystanders. He sat for a moment, gave the steering wheel a loving stroke with his finger, and opened the door…to Letty, holding the bankroll triumphantly, smirking.
“Maybe next time you should try driving a little faster, Dom.”

Ohhh.... I loved it :clap:

Nice read.

nice!

its a good start i think you should post more some more

Thanks guys :)

You plan on writting more??

No, this was just a 10 minute drabble. I've never written fanfiction before, so this was just an experiment to see if I could.

I liked writing it, though. Who knows, I may write something else in the future...

Well you did a really good job on this one-shot. I'm sure if you really put yourself to it you could write a full fic.

^ Agreed.... this story was really good...

lol thanks :)