Mia pulled the car to a stop outside of her home. It had been her home for as long as she coulud remember, here she had all of her best memories, her mom, dad, her and her brother out in the gargage, and before when she would watch her brother and dad out in the gargage, both trying toa ct annoyed and tough with her, but it was obvious theynever actually meant it.

Now though it seemed some of her worst memories were here, everything she was trying to forget. Stumbling slightly she stepped from the car.

She didnt know how she got home from the club (She obviously drove) Or how she got inside, but the next thing she remembered, was having her head stuck in the toilot.

Brian had waited around until midnight for Mia to come back home but no such luck. His thoughts had wandered to all the places she could be at: From a friend, to out partying to much worse. The kidnapping would never get out of his mind again and he'd always be worried when she was out alone.
Tyler, who was already half a year old now and didn't need that much sleep anymore, had kept him busy until 7 pm and then he was left by himself with his thoughts.
At midnight he fell asleep on the couch until he was woken by a strange sound. Drousily he opened his eyes until he realize she was home.
He wrapped the blanket around his shoulders and padded to the bathroom where he found her hugging the toilet.
"Did you have fun?" He asked not sure whether he was angry or just releived that she was home.

There was a reason she didnt drink...she never could stomach it....she maaged to get pissed compleatly out of her head, but then eventually it would just come right back up, leaving a bitter tastein her mouth all day. She finished heaving, which had actually turned into dry heaves rather quickly, before she turned water filled eyes over to Brian.

"I see you survived" She snapped, running the back of her hand over her mouth. With great effort she pushed herself to her feet, flushed the toilot and swirled water around her mouth. Turning she eyed Brian, looking him up and down before pushing past him.

Brian watched her with concern. He had never seen Mia like this. His behavior must have made her really upset.
Her eyes almost burned holes into him and made him really uncomfortable.
"I was worried, where have you been?" He followed her into the kitchen trying to avoid every sign of a limp to not piss her off again.

Brian had thought about her words and they did hit home...somewhat. On the other hand he felt that he had every reason to be moping.

Brians words made her sigh with annoyment, he was worried about her yet when he had gotten her back he had done nothing but mope around the house feeling sorry for himself, he hadnt once thought of her. "Out" She stated simply, if he wasnt going to care about any one but himself then she was no longer gong to feel about any one else.

"I didnt think that was a crime"

He had barely ever felt as much hostility from her. Mia usually held everything back. The worst were her words when they met after 6 years. But this was a whole different Mia. "Are you kicking me out?"
He asked in disbeleive.
"What's wrong with you? I realize you're upset because I've been unhappy with the situation but this...?" He pointed at her.
"What are you doing? I mean, of course, you can do whatever you want." His expression softened as he took a step toward her.
"Mia, c'mon."

Mia shook her head steping away from her, even if her half drunk state she was still with it enough to know that stepping backwards was a good idea. Licking her lips she ran a hand through her hair, her dark eyes narrowing.

"Mia come on" She rolled her eyes, she didnt care if she woke Tyler, or the whole freaking neighbour hood, she was damn tired of acting like everyone wanted her to. "You come on Brian, i almost died, i almost lost my son, do you see me sitting on my ass sulking...no im picking up the fucking peicies of yoour fucking lazy ass"

Brian froze at her yelling. Where was this coming from. It actually shocked him. A splitsecond long he was tonr between snapping back and consolidating her.
He felt his anger boil up and actually had to fight with himself to keep it down.
Lazy ass, huh?
"I...I'm not lazy, that damn knee just won't grow back together. There's nothing I can do about it." Was that really him talking? Since when had Brian O'Conner become such a wuzz? Since when did he simply give up?
He changed his tactic.
"Sorry, I'm sorry.." he lowered his voice. "I'm an ass. I tried to ask you but you didn't want to talk about it, so I assumed you're okay. I should have asked more."

Mia bit back the anger...but only a bit, the alchol was fueling all of this now, wiht a step forward she all but got into her husbands face. "Not lazy...oh thats right you got shot in the knee...do you listen to anything...you need to get up and be active...asking for me to grab you things every second of every day is not activie."

She snapped her eyes were wild, hair slightly a mess and she was sure any second now she would be loosing the conentents of her stomach once more. "Fine...i was kidnapped Brian, i had a gun waved in my face you cared for no one but yourself, you stil dont"

"What?" Brian wasn't sure how many times he'd already said that.
He blinked into her angry face.
"I didn't think about anything but you and how I could get you back. I can't live without you. I walzed into Verone's place offering him my life for yours, everything I did was to get you back and make sure you're safe....and you're telling me I only care about myself?"
His eyes clearly showed how much her words hurt him. Did she really feel this way? That he was selfish prick.

Mia scoffed shaking her head as she stormed into the kitchen, she grabbed a coronoa and popped the top, downing half of it before turning back towards Brian. "And now you have me back, together as a family you do nothing but sit on your back side, hoping my wage is cutting it...when was the last time you went to the garage huh" She snapped, her eyes wide, dangerous.

"Yesterday actually." He stepped forward and took the beer from her before she would throw up again.
He stepped close to her and looked her in the eye. "Do you really feel the way you said? That I don't care about you?"

Hery eyes burned even further as the beer bottle was pulled from her hands, "Oh real mature" She hissed, her hand slamming onto the table and pushed herself away from him, her gaze shifted towards Brian once more.

"Yes"She stated simply and she did, he hadnt given two rats ass about anyone since he had gotten back.

If he hadn't been a guy he would have started balling now. She was serious.
To keep the tears and anger from spilling he pointed at her and shook his head. "You have no idea how I really feel about you! No idea, Mia! I hope that's just the alcohol speaking."

You know what they say....Allchol makes you say and do things that were normally well hidden, this was just one of those cases, with a shak of her head she let out a sigh.

"Your right...because you dont fucking show it..i was kidnapped, faye was shot and tortured and you sit and act like you dont care, you dont give a fucking shit"

"Goooood." Desperately he ran a hand through his hair but lowered his voice again when he heard Tyler fuzz upstairs.
"What do you want me to do? I ask if you're okay, you say 'sure', I leave you be, I tell you that I love you, I hug you kiss you, sleep with you...how else can I show you I care?"
He shrugged. "You're not fair."

Mia spun around so fast her head was left in the place it had been only moments before, "Not fuckig Fair" She hissed, stepping closer towards him, her dark eyes were wild, and Brian was finally getting first hand the Torretto temper, directed at him.

"Tell me Brian what the hell youve done for me since you came out of the hopsital, oh wait youve sat on your ass whinning like a pathetic child"

This was getting a little out of hand. Mia looked like she was about to backhand him any second.
"Whoa, Mia. Just relax a little." He shook his head at his drunk wife. Drunks might tell the truth-but they also go overboard.
"Why don't you just sober up and then we talk about it, you're drunk, you're not being reasonable. Sorry but I don't want to talk to you like that!"

Mia scoffed "Oh you dont want to talk, then get the fuck out Bri" She yelled turning to once more attempt to grab a beer from the fridge, there were always pleanty in. "You dont want to talk, you leave" She stated with a shake of her head, her dark eyes returned back towards him, letting himknowshe was deadly serious.

"Cus you sure as hell dont want to do anything else"

Brian blocked her way to the fridge by standing right in front of it.
"I think you've had enough...that's what I'm doing for you. I'm saving you from alcohol poisoning." He replied sarcastically.
"What the fuck do you want? What can I say? You're mind is set on me being a lazy shit...there you go, nothing to talk about. You're right, I'm just lazy! That's how simple it is. Get away from the fridge, Mia!"