Title - It's All In A Name
Chapter title - One down, nine to go
Author - OblivionsGarden
Genre - Romance/Drama/Action
Disclaimer - I do not own The Fast And The Furious franchise and it's characters or story lines in anyway shape or form. I only own the plot points surrounding my oc's, not recognized from the films.
Chapter Word Count - 2016

Summary - June is running and she has been for three years but she doesn't mind all that much, she likes to see the world. It's not until she runs into Tokyo that she finds a reason to slow down, but she can't. She has too much history to ever stop. Han/Oc.

A/n - Now don't get me wrong, I absolutely adore Giselle and she and Han are one of my favorite movie couples for reasons I could talk about for days. However, Han is a great character and I have writing block on my other stories and just left a job so I have a little spare time. So, I created an Oc and got to planning.

AU TIMELINE - The story will have had Tokyo Drift already happen, my OC comes in after that movie would have finished but I'm shifting the timeline so movies 4, 5, 6 and 7 come after that. So obviously Han didn't die.

Please read and review, I'd greatly appreciate it. Hope you enjoy, xx (:

Helsinki had treated her well. The weather wasn't great but the people didn't bother her so much as people in America and she liked that. The USA was loud and busy and everybody got in each others business but Finland... Finland gave her space to breath, time to relax. But as they say, all good things must come to an end. She had to leave and she had to leave now. She didn't have time to give her landlord notice or say goodbye to the few people she had gotten to know over the past few weeks. She had to grab her stuff and get to the airport without a fuss. Her cab driver drove as quick as the speed limit would allow as per her request and she tipped him the little cash she had left in her pocket in thanks. Once inside the airport she made a beeline for the desk, recalling the basics of the Finnish language to buy a ticket.

"Puhutko englantia?" She asked the smiling lady.
"Yes, how can I help?" June relaxed at the woman's softly accented voice.
"One ticket please."
"Where to?"
"Which flight is leaving next?" The woman frowned but tapped a few keys on her computer.
"There's a flight to Tokyo leaving in an hour and forty five minutes."
"There, that'll do."

She gave the lady her details and paid for the ticket using a credit card. The details were fake and the card was soon thrown into a trash can, after converting a little money into yen, but it didn't matter. Helsinki would soon be a dot in her rear view with Tokyo on the horizon. And she'd be safe again, at least for a little while. And besides, she'd always wanted to try Shabu-shabu made by an authentic Japanese chef.

At the age of 22, Juniper Fletcher had seen far more of the world than she had ever planned for. Although whilst it hadn't been in her goals and she wasn't doing it in the most pleasant of ways, she enjoyed travelling. She enjoyed different cultures and seeing the sights. Of course, she'd like to have the option of staying in one place but she knew she never would.

Waiting for the plane seemed to drag, as time will do when you spend it glancing over your shoulder and becoming suspicious of anyone who looks at you for longer than a second. She used her time to find a payphone to call a friend, one of the few people she genuinely trusted. He was the one who got her the things she needed to be able to move around so easily. Fake passports, fake licenses, credit cards, throw away phones and contacts. She didn't know how but he seemed to know someone in just about every country that could help her out in times of distress but she rarely asked for them.

Eventually, she was in the air, heading away from the ones who wanted her. She racked her brain for a clue of how she'd been found. During the ten or so hours she spent in the plane she revisited everywhere she had been before Helsinki. She never left any clues, or at least she didn't think she had. She had become an almost obsessive cleaner in an attempt to erase her traces and she always burnt her credit cards, passports and driving licenses, not that any of them were real anyway. It wasn't until she was sat on the toilet, picking at her fingernails that she remembered. The door handle of the hotel in Australia. She hadn't wiped her fingerprints from the brassy metal. How could she have been so dumb? She knew better than this. But it was too late now. All she could do was curse herself for the remainder of the flight and glare at her hands as if somehow she could blame them separately for the mistake that was entirely her own fault.

Still being on Helsinki time when she landed, June was still wide awake. Her mind was only at seven in the evening but according to a man in the airport it was one in the morning here in Tokyo. She got a cab to the location her friend had given her, picking up a new passport, driving license and credit card. She took a quick look at the new name, June Jones, and paid the contact that had held them for her. She wondered for a little while, with only a dufflebag to weigh her down, until she decided she needed to find somewhere to live.

She had a stilted conversation with a local man who directed her to the cheapest apartments he knew of with a warning that they weren't nice. She didn't mind, she just needed a bed and a toilet and she could deal with it. She wasn't expecting the ritz.
The apartment block was pretty easy to find although getting one of the rooms was not. The elderly lady who owned the complex wasn't happy to have been woken up at four in the morning and to make it worse she didn't speak any English.

"Nandeshou?" She demanded, pulling her thin robe tighter around he body.
"Watashi wa, heya o shite kudasai hitsuyo ga arimasu." June didn't know how to ask for anything other than a room, having only learnt basic tourist stuff when she was younger.
"Watashitachiha hoterude wanaidesu. Doko ka ni i~tsu?te!"
"Watashi wa okane o motte kudasai." June bit her lip, trying to will tears into her eyes.
"Crying won't work on her." A strong Japanese accent came from behind the woman and June looked up to see a tall man with the beginnings of a mustache. "Sobo doesn't like it."
"Sorry." June frowned. "I can pay in cash right now if that helps... I just don't know how to tell her that." The man laughed and spoke to his grandmother in quick Japanese.
"She says she always takes a weeks rent upfront and then she takes rent once every two weeks."
"How much?"

It took a while but after finding a cash point and handing over what seemed to be alot of yen, although June didn't know the exchange rate so she couldn't be sure just how much she'd spent, the man showed her to her new home. It was small and only had two rooms. A bathroom and an everything else room as the man refereed to it. There was a small, ratty brown sofa in the corner with a coffee table in front. On the opposite wall was a small kitchen area with a breakfast bar. If she wanted a bed, she'd have to pull out the sofa. She thanked the lady who shuffled off to her own room, muttering in Japanese the whole way whilst her grandson chuckled in the doorway.

"You look tired." He commented. "Sit, I'll bring some tea."

He dissapeared from the room before she could object and so June pulled herself a stool at the breakfast bar, rubbing her eyes as the hours of travelling began to catch up to her.

"What's your name?" The boy asked as he poured her a cup of tea.
"June." She yawned and pulled the cup to rest between her hands. "Yours?"
"Hiroto." He smiled and took a sip from his own cup. "Just the one bag?" He glanced at the duffle she'd dumped on the sofa. Noticing the frown she had given him he smiled. "Don't worry, I'm not judging. We get alot of travelers come through, alot of drifters too." June nodded, finding the will to keep opening her eyes slipping from her. "I'll go now. Drink your tea and sleep. The tea helps after a long day."
"Thanks." She smiled as he left, dropping her keys on the table by the sofa along with the paperwork for the apartment which she had promised to do in the morning.

June crashed on the sofa, not bothering to pull out the bed, she didn't have the energy. The following morning, she headed into the main area of Tokyo, armed with her credit card. She brought new clothes, since she'd left the rest in Finland, food and some other basics. Since she'd slept till noon, it was well into the evening by the time she'd finished. As she was heading back, she noticed a number of cars speeding past her but brushed it off. Her last stop was a local convenience store for an absolute essential that she needed as soon as possible. But once again, her lack of language skills failed her. All she wanted was a first aid kit, but she hadn't a clue of how to say that.

"Um, Iy something. Crap it." She cursed as the shop owner watched her from across the counter.
"What are trying to ask for?" A loud female voice startled her from her thoughts and she turned to come face to face with a girl, maybe a little younger than herself.
"A first aid kit."
"Iryo yohin isshiki?" The shop owner pointed across the shop and June spotted the red plus sign.
"Arigato." June smiled at the two and headed to pick up her product. As she turned, she found the girl had followed her.
"You're English." She noted and she nodded. "Where are you from?"
"Oxford." She lied, recalling her false passport identity.
"I have a friend from... Brentford." She said the location with hesitation as though it were a new word for her.
"Cool." June smiled as she headed to pay for the first aid kit. "Do you live around here?"
"Yes, not far... You're new?"
"I arrived yesterday." June slipped her purchase into one of her many bags as the two girls left the shop. "I'm June."
"Reiko."
"I'm going to stick my neck out here but I don't suppose you know of any jobs around here do you?"
"Not without being fluent in Japanese." Reiko shrugged. "Sorry."

Reiko walked with June a little ways, telling her a few places around the nearby area she should visit until she stopped.

"I'm going this way." She gestured to the street to her left. "About the job you asked for... Do you know anything about cars?"
"Only the basics." June shifted her weight from foot to foot, her bags growing heavier the longer she held them. "I'm more of a bike girl to be honest."
"Hm." Reiko pulled a pen from her satchel bag along with a small notepad and scribbled something down. "Here. This is a garage that a friend owns. I know he's looking for someone to help out occasionally since one of the other girls is trying to focus of University. If you're interested go there and ask for Han."
"That's brilliant. Thank you so much."
"No problem. Bye, June."

Once at home, June placed the address beneath her keys so she wouldn't loose it and set to cooking herself some simple noodles. She showered and changed into a new set of pajamas before settling herself on a stool in the kitchen. She slid her seat over to in front of the stove, opening up her first aid kit on the counter. She turned on the hob, allowing it a few minutes to heat up. She had washed her hands already and all that was left to do was the hard part. She couldn't risk leaving evidence behind again. Placing a balled up cloth into her mouth she extended her pinky finger, held her breath and pressed her finger tip to the hot stove. The heat seared through the flesh, sending bolts of pain up her digit and into her arm. She bit down hard on the cloth which thankfully was muffling her groans of agony. Tears sprang up in her eyes as she finally ripped her skin from the boiling surface and immediatly shoved her hand beneath the cold tap, spitting out the cloth and taking gasping breaths.

"One down, nine to go." She whimpered, wrapping a bandage around her pinky and returning to her seat in front of the stove.

Puhutko englantia - Do you speak English?
Shabu-shabu is a Japanese dish featuring thinly sliced beef boiled in water.
Nandeshou? - What do you want?
Watashi wa, heya o shite kudasai hitsuyo ga arimasu - I need a room, please.
Watashitachiha hoterude wanaidesu. Doko ka ni i~tsu?te! - We're not a hotel. Go away!
Watashi wa okane o motte kudasai. - Please, I have money.
Sobo - Grandmother
Iryo yohin isshiki - A medical kit.
Arigato - Thank you.