A/N: It's been a wonderful journey my dear friends but unfortunately our journey is coming to an end. Please enjoy the last installment of 'A Little Too Late.'

Chapter Nine

The job was over.

With the death of Ghost, taking down Reyes had turned out to be a piece of cake. They'd managed to completely disrupt his drug ring and escape Rio with his entire safe of money. Now, almost three days later here they were, all of them camped out in some little backwoods town almost 50 miles west of Rio getting ready to separate.

"I never meant to blame you, yanno." John sighed and stared at his former friend with pain in his eyes, allowing the facade he'd kept up for most of this job to fall.

"Then why did you, Dom? You turned the whole crew against me, knowing that other than Rome, they were my first chance at a family."

Dom's heart clenched, but he didn't shy away from the conversation knowing that it had been a long time coming. He'd been expecting it since Brian's arrival really but they'd both done their very best to avoid it until now.

A few yards away they saw the Takers getting ready to leave, the rest of the DT inside the garage getting their cars ready to leave as well.

"I was angry...and jealous. You were the last person to see her alive, Brian. You were the last person to speak to her. I hate that you let her go under cover."

John scowled. "I didn't. She offered it and I refused but Pennings agreed. He's the one that let her go under even though I tried to talk her out of it. She loved you, Dom. She wanted to make it to where you could come home."

Dom glanced at him, then at Gordon remembering that once upon a time the blond weaponeer had loved him as well. He remembered the soft smile that used to light his lips every time he saw Dom, a smile that was now directed at the dark-skinned brit. It hurt to know that the blond wasn't his anymore but he knew he had no one to blame but himself. He'd let Brian go and he couldn't get mad that someone else had found beauty in the man he'd so carelessly tossed away.

"You love him?" He asked suddenly, changing the subject and John blinked glancing over at his husband. His blue eyes softened, and a warm smile curled his lips.

"I do. He's the most amazing thing that ever happened to me. He saved me."

The older male raised an eyebrow and his former lover elaborated.

"I was in a bad place after you left, Dom. A very dark place and I just didn't wanna feel anymore...so I cut my feelings off. Gordon, he somehow awakened them again, without even trying. He gave me another chance at the dream you took from me."

Dom suppressed a flinch, but he noted how the blond's voice wasn't accusing, just thoughtful.

" Gordon...Jesse, Jake, they're my family."

Dom sighed. "And us."

John pursed his lips and glanced at the garage, then he smiled.

"You're family too."

His gaze sharpened into a familiar icy look.

"But I refuse to be the scapegoat again. I'm tired of it...and I don't forgive you, not yet. Maybe I'll be able to bring myself to do so in a few years...but at the moment, I can't.

"I understand. Take care of yourself, Brian."

"I will. You do the same."

Dom nodded and John walked over to his husband, slipping into the driver's seat of the car.

Gordon kissed him chastely.

"We good?"

The blonde smirked and revved up the car.

"All signs point to it."

Fin.

I know its short but this seemed like a good place to end it. Hope you enjoyed it.