Title: "Boost"

Fandom: Gone in Sixty Seconds

Pairing: Kip [Giovanni Ribisi]/Toby [William Lee Scott]

Fandom No.: 32.

Author: MonaR. (aka Mona Ramsey, aka Mona)

Story #: 501.

Series: Probably not.

Rating: R.

Warnings: Slash (m/m) content. Also, if the word 'fag' offends you, you're better off not reading this. If you're iffy, know that it is used here to make a point.

Archive: Yeah, at RareSlash, CKoS, WWOMB, or anyone else who would like it.

Notes: I don't use betas. :( Any mistakes are solely my fault and the fault of my *#^&@ spellcheck.

** is used for emphasis, // for thought. Any weird characters should be hunted down and killed.

Feedback: Yes if you're moved to write me by the story, no if you think that *unless* you write me, I won't write any more stories. Anyone with even a glancing knowledge of my posting history (this *is* my 400-and-something-th story) knows that isn't true. Feedback is gratefully accepted and responded to whenever possible. Flames are buried in the backyard, along with a few skeletons.

Spoilers: Definitely. Set right after the end of the movie, which I really liked. Made me drive home really, really fast!

Summary: Memphis Raines learns that more things have changed in the past six years than he thought, and more things have stayed the same.

{I'm becoming one of those people who sees slash everywhere and doesn't think twice about it. Scary. Although, the person I *really* wanted to slash was James Duval, which just means I'll have to go watch "Doom Generation" again and slash him with Jonathan Schaech. . .}

AUTHOR'S NOTE: Memphis is played by Nick Cage, Sway is Angelina Jolie, and Otto is Robert Duvall.

"Boost"

"Shut up." Randall "Memphis" Raines turned the key in the ignition, and the car came to a stop. The engine cut out with a rusty cough a few seconds later.

Sway was staring straight ahead, but Memphis could still see the smile twitching at the corner of her mouth. "What?" she said, humour plainly evident even in her voice. "I didn't say anything."

"Don't pay attention to her, Eleanor," Memphis said to the car, soothingly. He ran his hands over the steering wheel, just like he would caress a lover. "You are going to be one beautiful lady when I get finished with you."

"You know," Sway said, finally looking at him, "you never did answer my question."

"What question?"

"About which is better - having sex or stealing cars." She cocked an eyebrow at him, and moistened her full lips with her tongue. "Or maybe it's too bad you can't have sex *with* the cars you steal. If Eleanor was a real lady, that would just be perfect, wouldn't it?"

Before Memphis could answer, Otto Halliwell banged his hands on the roof of the primer-coated '57 Shelby Mustang. "You've been gone long enough. I thought I was going to have to call you a tow to bring her back."

"So did I," Sway said, jumping up and out of the open passenger window and onto the oil-stained garage floor.

"Comedians," Memphis muttered to himself. He used the more conventional method of exiting the car, through the door. "I'm surrounded by comedians."

Otto just laughed. "She's a wreck right now, Memphis, but once I get my hands on her - "

"You just be careful what you do with your hands," Memphis warned, pointing a finger sternly at him. "I want my lady treated with respect."

Otto sketched a bow. "Oh, of course, sir. Whatever you say, sir."

Sway started to laugh, and Memphis just shook his head. Looking around the revamped garage, he saw all the members of his 'gang' - Sphinx, Atley, and Donny, plus his little brother's friends, Freb, Tumbler, and the Mirror Man - all still sitting around and drinking beer, but Kip himself was missing. "Where's Kip?" he frowned.

Otto looked around, too. "I don't know. He was here a minute ago. Kid," he called over to Freb. "You seen Kip?"

"Nah," Freb shrugged. Tumbler shook his head, too.

"Are any of the cars missing?" Sway asked, only half-joking.

Memphis was already tearing through the garage. He was sure that Kip now knew better, after so narrowly escaping with his life from getting mixed up with Calitri and his gang - and especially after his friend Toby had been shot in the middle of a boost - but his baby brother had proved himself remarkably dense in the past, and Memphis wouldn't quite put anything past him. "Kip! Where the hell are you?"

"I'm sure he's fine." Sway was at his heels, trying to calm him down. "He probably went out for some air."

"He grew up on exhaust fumes," Memphis replied, tersely. "To him, this garage *is* fresh air."

They walked in between the rows of classic cars in various stages of restoration, peeking in the windows of several models. Memphis had a sinking feeling in his stomach - he knew exactly what it was like to reform from being a booster. It took a lot of time to get the thrill of that rush out of your system. It had taken him nearly six years to kick it, and only four days to get sucked right back in. Maybe he'd only been kidding himself, like an alcoholic or a junkie or any other addict - maybe it never really went away at all.

"Kip?" Memphis called out again.

"Did you hear that?" Sway asked.

"What?"

"I thought I heard - " She stopped, listening.

This time, Memphis heard it, too - a sharp bang. "What the hell - ?"

The '39 Ford was a beauty - cherry red and gleaming, it was a glorious amalgamation of parts that all lead up to one sweet whole. Memphis knew that it was one of Otto's treasures. It was also the source of the mysterious noises.

"Memphis," Sway said, with sudden apprehension, putting her hand on his arm. "I don't think you should go over there."

"What do you mean, I shouldn't go over there?" Ignoring her advice, he made a beeline for the car and ripped open the driver's side door. If Kip was getting any funny ideas about ripping off Otto, after all the man had done for him, he'd personally rip the kid a new asshole, brother or no -

Memphis didn't even get a chance to finish his thought. What he found inside the car wasn't his kid brother scouting out a boost, but both missing boys - Kip, and his friend Toby, half-naked and spread across the cramped seats of the car, in a position that could only be described as compromising.

Kip was the first one to speak. "What the fuck - ?" he said, and then, spying his open-mouthed brother right in front of him, he added, "Jesus." He grabbed on to his boxers and yanked them up, and then got out of the car. "Look," he said, pointing his finger in his brother's face for emphasis, and getting right into his personal space, "this doesn't mean that we're fags or anything, okay?"

"Uh, Kip, it kind of does." That comment was from Toby, still struggling to cover himself up and hampered by the fact that one of his arms was in a sling.

"For fuck's sake, Toby, I was trying to make a *point*, here," Kip whined, disgusted with his friend.

"You had your hand on my dick, Kip," Toby retorted. "What did you think he was going to think? That you suddenly went to college and you're my private nurse, now?" He reached out with his good arm. "Give me a hand up."

He could only see her out of the corner of his eye, eyes riveted in flabbergasted shock on the scene in front of him as they were, but Memphis had the sneaking suspicion that Sway was laughing. She wasn't making any noise, but her shoulders were shaking in just that way. She didn't even have the grace to turn away as the boys struggled to make themselves decent again - of course, Sway was the sort of woman who was known more for her balls than her grace.

Kip was helping Toby get dressed, unconcerned about himself and the fact that he was standing in the middle of the garage in his underwear. When Toby's jeans were zipped up and his sling adjusted to a comfortable position, Kip turned back to his brother. "Okay, so I'm a queer," he said, in his usual defiant tone, again pointing his finger in Memphis' face. "I suppose you want to make something of it, right?"

"I don't want to make *anything* of it," Memphis said, his own temper rising.

Before he could continue, Sway put her arm around Toby's shoulder, gently. "Why don't we go back over there, so these two can piss on each other and get it over with?"

"What?" Toby asked, and then, seeing the pointed look on her face, agreed. "Yeah, sure," he said.

Once they were out of the general area, Memphis closed his eyes, trying to get a handle on his instinct towards anger. "I don't want to make anything of it," he repeated, when he was calmer. "I just wonder why you didn't tell me, that's all."

"And when was I supposed to tell you? In case you've forgotten, you've been *gone* for the past six years."

"You knew where I was," Memphis said, fighting back the resurgence of his guilt. "You could have talked to me."

"Yeah, I could've sent you a Christmas card one year with a picture of two gay guys dressed up in Santa suits on it - 'Ho ho ho and Merry Christmas from your brother, the fairy.'"

Despite himself, Memphis started to laugh at the colorful imagery his brother evoked. After a moment, Kip joined in. Once their laughter was sated, they both rested against the car, side-by-side.

"I'm your brother," Memphis said. "There's nothing that you could tell me that will change that. In case the past few days hasn't drilled the point home, I love you, you idiot."

"I just never thought of it that way before, you know?" Kip said. "It wasn't ever something that I had to decide, or declare, or anything. I just always knew, and I guess I figured it wasn't anyone else's business."

"Does mom know?"

"I dunno. I think so. She came over to my place once, early in the morning, and Toby was there, and she acted kind of weird for a while after that, but she's never said anything about it." Kip shrugged. "You know what she's like."

"Yeah," Memphis sighed. "Mom should've worked for the CIA. She'd've been a natural."

Kip snorted, and they both laughed again. Finally, Kip reached over and hugged his brother. "Thanks," he said, awkwardly. "For everything."

"You're welcome," Memphis said, and gave his head a playful noogie. "This definitely explained why you freaked out so bad when Toby got shot."

"I've never been that close to anyone who got shot, before," Kip said.

Memphis knew what his brother meant - the he had never been so *near* anyone when a bullet flew past - but he also knew that Kip's words had a double meaning, even if his brother didn't quite realize it himself. "It's tough," he said. "That's why I want you to stop boosting cars. I don't want you to be the next."

"I'm out," Kip said, raising his hands. When Memphis grinned at him, he grimaced and said, "You know what I mean."

"Yeah, I do," Memphis said. "Now, do you think you could you do me a favour?"

"What?" Kip asked.

"Could you put your pants on? You're embarrassing me, here." Memphis shook his head and walked away, chuckling to himself as Kip hopped from one foot to the other, struggling to put his pants on.

**********

Sway came over to Memphis when he rejoined the group. "Is everything okay?" she asked, in a low voice.

"Yeah," he nodded, and kissed her on top of her blond dreadlocks. "It's fine."

She smiled at him, and slung an arm around his waist.

"Where were you?" Freb called out to Kip, when he rejoined the group.

"I was - " Kip stopped himself. Toby was looking directly at him, chewing his lip. Kip walked over to his friend, and mirrored Sway's loose yet unmistakably possessive grasp. "I was in the '39," he said, pointedly, "with Toby."

Freb spit his beer all over the floor. "What the fuck?" he said, standing up and wiping beer foam from his hands and pants.

"You want to make something of it?" Kip asked.

"Please, Kip," Toby said. "Eventually, you're going to ask that of someone who *does* want to make something of it, and I'd rather not watch you get your ass kicked." He turned to their friends. "We're queer, we're fags, we take it up the ass," he said, matter-of-factly. "We've also been like that for the entire time that you've known us, and we've had sex in at least half of the cars that we've boosted."

"Oh, man, that is *nasty* talk," Mirror Man said, thoroughly put out, and shivering at the revelation.

Toby grinned. "And you never would have known if we hadn't told you."

"I'd have been *happier* if you'd never told me," the young man retorted. "God*damn*. Do whatever the hell you want, just don't *tell* me about it, okay?" He wandered over to the beer cooler, still shaking his head.

Sensing an irritant he could exploit, Toby followed him, still grinning. "Don't you want to know that sex is never as good as it is right after you've boosted a car?" he asked. "Don't you want to hear what it feels like when a guy puts his tongue in your - "

Mirror just put his hands over his ears and walked away from him, trying to shrug Toby off like he was a new puppy. "Get *away* from me, man!"

Memphis, Otto, and Donny, as one, started to laugh. Even Sphinx looked amused. "Kids," Memphis said, and then said to his brother, "You know I expect you here in the morning, working on my car."

"What 'morning'?" Kip asked, incredulous. "I'll come in the afternoon, *if* I feel like it."

"You'd better come," Memphis said. "You only gave me half a car. I'm expecting the second half inside of two weeks."

"You'll get her rebuilt in four weeks, if you're lucky," Otto said, joining in the argument.

Memphis turned on him. "Oh, and I suppose you've got better things to do than work on my lady?"

"I've got a business to run," Otto retorted.

Eventually, Donny butted in on the 'discussion', and Sphinx added his share of hand gestures, as well; even Freb and Tumbler felt the need to add their collective two cents, although they were quickly shouted down by the older men. Sway walked over to the beer cooler - that Mirror Man never had made it to, yet - and pulled out a frosty bottle. Twisting off the top, she took a long pull off of it and walked over to where 'Eleanor' was parked, and jumped up on the car's hood. "Don't mind them," she said, patting the hood of the car. "They're just men, and eventually you'll find out that they're *all* like that."

The End
MonaR.