Hello Again Omni! Can We See A Bit Of Owen Experiences In The Army Please? He Must've Not Liked Being

De Aged Fic Part 9

Part 8

It had only taken Deckard an hour before he was standing in front of Hattie's door. He could feel a sense of dread settle in his bones as he tried to think of a way to speak to his little sister

They hadn't spoken in several years, and the last time they did, Hattie had spit in his face, accusing him of a crime he didn't commit. He wasn't sure if he could convince her this time either

And on top of that, apparently Owen had gotten himself into a mess so unbelievable, Deckard still wasn't sure if this wasn't a massive ploy for MI6 to capture him

Taking a deep breath, Deckard lifted his fist and knocked on the door

He could hear several shouts accompanied by a loud crash. Blinking, Deckard remembered the same thing happening when he knocked on Owen's bedroom door when they were kids

Deckard couldn't help the way his heart clenched at the memory. It had been simpler times when he and his siblings were kids. No worries other than school and getting chocolate. When had things changed so drastically?

Finally, the door opened to reveal his little sister and...

Much smaller brother

"Owen! Stop struggling you little arsehole!" Hattie snapped harshly. Owen was in her arms but he was pushing at her arms with all his strength and clawing at her face when that didn't happen

"I can open the door by myself!" He shouted, his face a turning red

"And I told you no!"

"You're so mean!"

"And you're a brat!"

Deckard burst out laughing

Immediately, his siblings' shouting match dissipated as they stared at him. Owen tucked himself into Hattie's neck as he watched him with wide eyes

"And what's so funny?" Hattie growled

"You two never change." Deckard gasped through his chuckles

Hattie continued to glare at him while Owen clutched at her shirt. Shaking his head, Deckard smiled gently at Owen

"Are you causing trouble for Hatts, Oh?"

Owen shook his head quickly

"He's been a handful." Hattie huffed and tried to shove Owen into his arms. However, the little boy whined and clung to her. "Get off! I thought you wanted to see Deck."

"He looks weird!" Owen whispered, but not quiet enough for Deckard to not hear

Sighing, Deckard had worried about this. He knew he didn't look the same as he did when Owen had been this age. He wasn't the same height, now had stubble, and didn't have hair. No wonder Owen was scared

"Owen," Deckard called softly. "Are you really not going to give your big brother a hug?"

A flash of guilt crossed Owen's face as he looked between the two adults. After a few moments, he reached his hands out for Deckard and Hattie happily deposited him into his arms

Instantly, Owen's arms wrapped around his neck and the little body relaxed against his chest

"I missed you." Owen whimpered

"I missed you, too, Oh."

Smiling, Deckard rubbed Owen's back and hummed to sooth the shaking in the little hands clutching at his neck. Gently twisting his fingers in Owen's hair, Deckard met Hattie's eyes

She was smirking at them

"Of course he calms down when you're here."

Deckard could only shrug.

Hattie shook her head and opened the door further to let him inside. Owen continued to clutch at him and Deckard found he didn't mind it at all. It had been way to long since he held a small body to his. It felt nice being needed again

Sitting down on Hattie's couch, Deckard decidedly ignored the mess: there were toys strewn all over the floor, bags of crisps spilled on the carpet, and at least two cups knocked over.

"Deck, why are you bald?" Owen whispered

"Because I wanted to be."

"Why?"

"My hair made me too hot."

"How?"

Deckard chuckled. While he did miss taking care of kids, he didn't miss their many questions

"Oh, stop asking stupid questions." Hattie snapped

"She's so mean." Owen whined to Deckard and blew a raspberry at Hattie. Who blew one right back at him

"Hatts," Deckard scolded. "Act your age."

"Not until he does!"

"He is acting his age." Deckard said flattly. Hattie blushed and looked away from him. She really hadn't changed. "Now, tell me what's going on."

Hattie nodded and pulled out a tablet. "Do you know what Oh has been up to recently?"

"Vaguely." Deckard cringed. He really should have kept a tighter leash on Owen

"Then did you know he was stealing technology to build a Nightshade device?"

Deckard went still. Owen wouldn't dare

"What's a Nightshade?" Owen asked

"A weapon," Deckard mumbled and looked back at Hattie. "Did he succeed?"

"He was close. Just needed one more piece, but this crew from the DSS stopped him." Hattie held out the tablet and Deckard saw a list of files

"Hey! That's Letty! She's the nice lady who bought me a burger." Owen told Deckard excitedly. "She's my friend!"

Deckard nodded along to Owen's prattle. He could remember Owen telling him about a Letty a few months ago. She was a valuable member of his current crew and they had grown closer

"Do you think this crew will come after Oh?"

"I've already seen them poking around his files." Hattie sighed. "They're no doubt hot on his trail."

"Are they going to hurt me?"

Deckard blinked and looked down at the little boy on his lap. Owen's eyes had always been expressive when he was young, and now was no exception. Fear was evident as he met Deckard's gaze

"I don't think they want to hurt you." Deckard soothed. "But I still don't want them near you. They won't want you near me or Hatts."

"Why? You guys are my family."

"They have their reasons." Deckard sighed, not knowing how to explain that these people wanted to arrest Owen because he was an international criminal

"What are we going to do?" Hattie asked

Deckard pursed his lips as he thought. Finally, he nodded at his decision

"We need to leave London. Tonight."

I'm not crazy, Pepper. I just finally know what I have to do. And I know in my heart that it's right.

letting myself be vulnerable for the sake of being honest with myself and others, to be authentic, and learning to let go of the fear of being seen and heard. this is who I am. I care a lot, I feel deeply, and I want people to know that I like them and I want to be there for them. I want to live my little life to the fullest even though my chronic illness often gets in the way and won’t let me do all I want to.

I will be patient with myself and accept that my vulnerability isn’t necessarily a weakness or something that makes me pathetic and that I should hide it. I’m too tired to give a fuck. I want people in my life to know who I am, and I want them to know I care about them, and maybe that will help them feel less afraid of their own vulnerabilities too.

I will be my imperfect self, and I will own it. I am soft, and sensitive, but I am finally letting go of worrying about how people will perceive this. I have found a lot of resilience because I love this world so much, I won’t be anyone else but me, and that’s how I chose to be a part of this place I love.

And it does make me feel a little afraid, but it also makes me feel like I am strong in my own way. It helps me feel I am living life to the fullest.

I care deeply. This is who I am. I am owning up to it. I am alive and one day I will be looking back to this time and I want to know I have lived it to the fullest by being authentic.

I think more people would enjoy the Fast and the Furious franchise if they looked at it as a fantasy world set in the modern era instead of a traditional set of car films. (yeah, it started out just a normal car movie, but then it rapidly amped up the impossibility factor) The “family” are an adventuring party and they all have different roles within the crew. There’s a hacker, a weapons expert, a mastermind, a Hero, a leader, a smartass. All sorts of specialized positions that require training and skill to perform well. You can even see them advancing/leveling throughout the series as they take on wilder and wilder quests.

Because it’s a fantasy world, the rules work a little differently and things that wouldn’t work in our world do there. It’s how they’re able to evade the police while dragging a fucking bank vault behind them, destroying everything in their path. Or how Dom is able to jump off his car to catch Letty as they slam into the windshield of a car and then walk the fuck away. That’s the only way any of this makes sense, since almost none of they shit they do in the films is even possible. 

Hobbs: go fuck yourself

Shaw: fuck me yourself, coward

Deckard: HEY! HEY—

Luke, whispering: Shhh. Sam is sleeping.

Deckard, whispering: Sorry.

Luke, whispering: What’s up?

Deckard, whispering: There’s a fire.

your place or mine?

you need to get it out of your mind that psychosomatic illness is just “making up symptoms” when it’s actually much more like your body is being actively poisoned by chemicals released from your brain

“they tried to kill each other” yes and? do you have a problem with true love

I literally cannot stop thinking of this scene in Hobbs and Shaw because this shows that Luke has obviously studied the Shaws a lot!! 

He uses the exact same way he tracked Owen down in FF6 to track Hattie down! 

He’s literally comparing her intelligence up against Owen’s and is complimenting her!

And when Deckard comes barreling in later saying “That’s my sister!” that’s when all the pieces fall into place and Luke finally understands why Hattie used the same tactics as Owen. They’re brother and sister!