marcicat

I really wanted this to be a 10,000 word fic. Somehow, I thought that would make up for the fact that I've been writing it for three months.

Well, it's not 10,000 words. It's also not a fluffy love story, which it was totally supposed to be. There was, I swear, a whole plan for this fic. Maybe I can write that one next?

Anyway, we're going to see the movie this afternoon, so it's now or never for this one.* Here goes nothing.

Um Tubarão, Saltando

Dom said disappear, he was disappearing. Sao Paulo was Dominic's; the rest of them would scatter, mostly further south or overseas (depending on whether they had any IDs that could get them on a plane). No one had said anything about being bored.


Fandoms included in the party:
Fast and Furious
Deception (the fake movie shown in the movie ‘The Holiday’)
X-Men (a few Gen X kids)
I Am Number Four (movie version)
Burn Notice

(Note: Um, Tubarão, Saltando is the Portuguese equivalent, or as close as I can figure it, to "One Shark, Jumping.")

(*I wrote the last section of this story in the car, on the way to the theater. Totally done before the viewing, just took me a few hours afterwards to get to the posting.)