Oh my goodness! I'm soooo sorry! This was supposed to be posted like a week after the second chapter but then real life got in the way with work and school and all other shit. Anyway! I'm sorry this is late, buuuut it is longer AND the LAST CHAPTER. It includes the short little epilogue. SO, I hope you enjoy this! And tell me what ya think! Thanks and enjoy!

CHAPTER THREE

Dom, the crew, Hobbs and the rest of the military personal in the room, watched as Shaw walked out with his men and Riley, Riley of all people. "I see you on the horizon, I make the call and the girl's dead, and Brian won't get the antidote, which I will drop on the tarmac once we take off." He explained, coldly as he walked out. There was silence for a moment before a voice broke it.

"Brian? Hey, man, gotta stay awake. Brian!" Romans frantic voice drew them all back to the issue they could see. "Dom, man, he's not wakin' up, and he's got blood on his lips." Roman looked up at Dom then looked down at the now passed out Brian, who was being held up by Roman and Tej.

Dom walked over and took Brian's face in his hands, slapping it a few times. "Hey, Buster, time to wake up! Hey! Brian!" He slapped Brian, harder than before, eliciting a groan from the blonde man. There were sighs of relief as hazy blue eyes met brown. "Hey, bud, you gotta stay awake, got it?" Brian groaned again, and Dom thought he was going to go back to sleep, but he noticed that Brian was trying to get his legs under him, but he kept failing. "Hey, hey, don't strain yourself." He looked up at Rome and Tej, "We need to sit him down somewhere." They moved him back to where he had been sitting and sat him there. Dom knelt down in front of him and tapped him on the cheek, trying to get Brian to be more responsive. "Hey, you still with me?" Brian hummed and tried to nod, but almost pitched forward at the effort. Dom chuckled softly, though it was a bit stressed, he still tried to make light of it. "Always a light weight."

Brian blinked a few times, as if trying to understand what Dom was saying, then he opened his bloodied mouth, speaking hardly above a whisper, "Mia…Luke…" He muttered.

Dom placed a comforting, large hand on the side of Brian's neck, "Don't worry, they'll be fine. Hobb's has already got people goin' to the house. Let's worry 'bout you. How you feelin'?" Dom asked, trying to steer his brother's thoughts to something else, knowing that if he knew Mia and Luke were in danger, he's push himself to the brink of death and never be able to return.

"Like…shit…" Brian tried to chuckle, but it only came out as a cough. So suddenly, that it took Dom a little by surprise, Brian lifted his head with all his strength and glared at Dom, but it was not directed at him, "I-I want…want to help…please, Dom…"

Dom shook his head, "You're way too weak to even stand, Brian-"

"Adrenaline…" Brian cut him off.

Dom looked at him confused before Han spoke up, "He' right. If we give him a shot of adrenaline, he'll be almost fully functional for a few hours." Everyone turned and glared daggers at Hans, who put his hands up in surrender, "I was just only saying what he was thinking. I wasn't actually agreeing with it."

"Dom…please. I-I can't just…just sit round…I nee-need to help…Mia, Luke…my family-OUR family is in trouble." Brian pleaded, mustering up strength he didn't possess. "I need to know…that if I go-" He held up a hand to stop Dom from interjecting, knowing that he didn't want him to think that way, "If I go…I need to know…that I-I fought…fought for our family…please, Dom, let me fight."

There was silence as the crew stared at Brian with awe and admiration (and some with a look as if he had grown a second head). Dom was the first to react, his eyes looking into his brother's with understanding. He smile was small, but there, "Alright, I don't like it, but alright." He looked back at Hobbs and he nodded, leaving the room to go look for the needed product. He looked to the others. "Everyone, get ready, we're taking the fight to Shaw." His voice the same commanding voice that no one could back down from, not that anyone would at this moment. This time, it was very personal. Everyone nodded and left to gather their things, and when they all left is when Hobbs came back in with two giant syringes. Dom nodded his thanks.

"Hopefully you won't need two, because if you use two, I don't know how his body will take it." Hobbs informed, looking at Brian with something akin to some kind of worry, or maybe it was pity, Dom could never tell.

Dom took the syringes, "He'll only need one. We'll get him the antidote." He said, determination the only thing to be heard in his voice. Hobbs nodded before leaving the two of them alone. Dom watched Hobbs leave for a moment before turning back to Brian, who seemed to fighting a fight with his eyelids, and he was losing. Dom lightly slapped Brian's cheek and got Brian to look at him as he held up the syringe. "You sure about this?" Brian could only nod, but his eyes held all his conviction, leaving no trace of doubt. Dom nodded back as he took the cap off, "Count of three- one, two-" he stabbed the syringe in Brian's leg and quickly push down the plunger.

Brian gave short shout of surprise before he cut himself off. The effects were almost instant as he suddenly felt most of the energy that had been leaving him the past day, suddenly return full force and put into overdrive. He sprung off his feet, almost knocking Dom back (in surprise of course), big grin on his face and a shout of glee out of his mouth. He jumped around a few times, feeling as though he could run a full marathon in minutes, until he felt a weighted hand come down on his shoulder. He looked back at Dom and saw the serious expression on his face. Brian immediately calmed down as much as he could with all his built up energy, "I'm ready. Let's do this."

~.~.~

They were racing (always racing, nothing less) toward Shaw and his plane, everyone prepared and ready to engage, no one else from their family was going to be lost to them-no today, not ever again. There were three jeeps visible in front of them, and they all knew which one contained Shaw, but he was to be left alone, he was Dom's. Everyone knew what they were to do, it was just a matter of getting it done in time before the plane took off. Dom glanced over at Brian and noticed the small beads of sweat reappearing on his brow. Small bits of worry began to settle in his stomach, knowing that the adrenaline was not going to last as long as Han said it would.

"I'm fine, Dom." Brian said, noticing the glance. He looked over to Dom, quickly glancing to Letty in the back, as if speaking to her as well. "Ride or die, remember?" That phrase seemed to spark something in both of them, and the worry was quickly pushed back as Dom floored the car, shifting gears, and tried to close the distance between them and Shaw.

The plane's cargo doors opened and Shaw quickly pulled his car in, but Dom was not far behind. With one last look at Brian and Letty, Dom maneuvered around the other cars and zipped into the plane, not stopping until they hit Riley and she went over the car. They all exited the car, guns at the ready, Dom firing the first shot, his shotgun just barely missing Shaw as the man crouched down behind some crates, holding a small silver case in his hands. And it was not the chip. Dom shot again as the man ran deeper into the plane. Brian made to follow but was quickly hauled up by his throat by a taller and bigger man than Hobbs. The man threw Brian onto the hood of the nearest car, causing Brian to lose all the air in his lungs. The man's hands though, never left his throat, so getting air back into his lungs was becoming more difficult by the second, and it didn't help that he could feel the effects of the adrenaline slowly fading. He needed to act fast. It was then that he heard Shaw yelling, and knew that he was close. Thoughts of Mia and Luke swarmed his mind, ridding himself of any fatigue or doubts he was having as his instinct to protect took over. It also helped that he could still remember some of his academy training from way back in the day. He brought his arms inside the other mans and pushed out at his elbows, dislodging the man's hands from his throat. He threw a quick jab at the man's face to disorient him as he slipped out from under him and hopped on top of the car, jumping to the next until he was Shaw's face come out from the isle of crates, and he jumped, punching the man right in the face. And he kept punching, until Shaw saw an opening and took it, hitting Brian in the temple. Brian stumbled back a bit until his back hit the nearest car.

"You know, I am quite surprised you even survived this far. Braga must have not given you a good amount, you should have been dead hours ago." Shaw mocked as he picked up a lead pipe from the ground, slowly making his way toward the disoriented Brian.

In his mind, Brian knew he should move, but his body just wouldn't respond. The adrenaline was almost worn out. He tried to picture Mia and Luke, the reason why he was fighting, but the pictures were faded, blurry, he couldn't focus on them. His thoughts were getting jumbled, and it felt as though he was staring into the sun as his eyes continuously darted around. He was vaguely aware that he had slid down the car and that Shaw was talking, inching ever so closely to him. He needed to get up, to fight, he couldn't lay down and die- that just wasn't him! Brian tried to focus his mind and eyes as he looked around for something to fight with. He saw something yellow on the ground near him, by the front tire of the car, and as his eyes focused he noticed it was the other adrenaline syringe. He had heard the warning earlier from Hobbs, though it was a bit fuzzy, but he knows that if he were to take that, it could end up killing him faster. Shaw was now standing directly in front of him, smirking away as he noticed Brian's struggle to focus, but as Brian's eyes continued to dart around, he noticed Dom behind Shaw, fighting the bigger, white Hobbs. They locked eyes, and something in Dom snapped, Brian could see it, especially when he looked to Shaw, who was now lifting his pipe, getting ready to strike. Brian saw it all in slow motion-Dom backing up before running and jumping, head-butting the other man so that he fell against the crates, which fell onto Shaw. Brian saw the moment for what it was and grabbed the syringe, taking the cap off with his teeth, he used the last bit of strength he had left and jabbed it into his chest. He could practically hear Mia yelling at him in his head, telling him what an idiot he was and how dangerous what he just did was, or maybe that was Dom, who was now crouched in front of him, concern clearly evident in his eyes.

"What the hell were you thinking, Brian!?" He exclaimed, taking the used syringe out of Brian's hands and throwing it behind him somewhere.

Brian shook his head clear of the fog that was slowly fading away. The effects weren't like last time, but he could still feel them. He slowly got up with help from Dom before answering, "I was thinking that you need me alive for just a little bit longer." He tried to joke, which seemed to make Dom's eyes flare with anger, though at his words or the situation, he wasn't sure. "Look, man, you can yell at me all you want after we get that chip and kick Shaw's ass."

Dom seemed to be debating something before finally settling, as if he knew something Brian didn't. "Alright, fine, but I need your help outside. Take one of the cars and stop this plane from flyin'. Doesn't seem like the others are makin' much progress." He instructed, noting that Shaw was beginning to rouse, along with the other big guy.

Brian shook his head, "No, man, I'm not leaving you hear to take these guys on your own."

"He's not alone." Hobbs stated as he came out from behind some crates.

Dom just smiled, not even glancing back, as if he knew Hobbs would be there, which, he probably did. Have faith, as he says. Brian looked between the two, then to Shaw and the third biggest guy, before nodding and taking off to one of the cars. Taking one last glance back at Dom and Hobbs, before flooring it in reverse, but it wasn't long after he left that one of the racecars soon followed. Of course, how could they forget 'female Brian'? Brian quickly whipped his car around and the chase began. He tried very hard to stay ahead, but knew that this couldn't go on. He noticed that they were coming close to a small brick wall, which littered the edges of the airport tarmac, and soon a plan formed. He drove up as close as he could before slamming on his brakes, knowing that the racecars front would lift him off the ground and send him behind that racecar, sending her crashing into the wall…which is exactly what happened. Brian smiled to himself, before spinning the car around heading back toward the plane.

Once Brian got close enough, he noticed the plane was slowly taking off, weighed down only by three cars. He needed to act fast, he could already feel himself growing tired, and not the good kind either. Darkness was closing in fast, as his breathes grew more rapid. He shook it off as much as he could as he drove closer to Han and Gisele, noticing that they were having trouble of their own. He shifted gears and got as close to them as he could. He saw Gisele hanging off the side of the car and made eye contact with Han, letting him know that he's got her, it'll be a tough landing, but he's got her. Hand was probably going to lower her down further, if it hadn't been for the man that snuck up behind him, causing Gisele to let go early so she could shoot. She landed hard on the hood of Brian's car, but she held on and made it to the passenger seat, breathing heavy and holding her arm over her abdomen. "Thanks." She gasped out. Brian would have replied if darkness hadn't taken over his eyesight for a few seconds before dispersing. In those seconds though, he swerved and almost crashed into the floating cars ahead. Gisele looked at him with concern, about to ask if he was okay, but knew that would be a stupid question. She caught sight of something in the backseat and brought it out. It was one of the grappling hooks. She held it up and smiled, "I hope you're a better shot than me. I'll drive." She said, handing him the gun and shooing him out the door. He knew what she was doing, and he appreciated it. He couldn't drive, but the wing of the plane was so huge, even if he did waver, at least he'd his some part of it. He slowly climbed out the window as Gisele slid into the driver's seat. It took him a moment to figure out where to aim, but once he saw where Gisele had hit hers, he knew that he needed to take into account to wind and the turbine, so he aimed a bit off and was thankful that his guess had been right as it hit the flap of the wing. He gave a holler out loud as he shimmied his way back into the car and into the passenger seat. Gisele hit the gas pedal and shot forward with great effort as they tried to take the plane down, which, surprisingly, seemed to be working. The looked at each other and smiled, but it was soon short lived as Brian gasped and doubled over in pain. The effects of the two adrenaline shots and whatever Braga poisoned him with, were now teaming together to make his body feel as though hell itself decided to relocate to inside his body. He could hear Gisele yelling at him, but it was all fuzzy. The darkness was back and with full vengeance. It was not letting up, no matter how much Brian fought. He was vaguely aware of everything turning orange around them, whether that be hell coming to the outside world, or they finally managed to take down the plane, Brian wasn't sure. All he knew was that he felt as though he was being burned alive and he needed relief, and the only relief seemed to be the darkness, and though it terrified him, knowing he might never come out of it again, he knew that Shaw was dead, and his family was safe. So if he lost himself to darkness, he would lose himself with gratitude.

~.~.~

When Dom had helped Letty out of the plane, he knew he wasn't done, and seeing out of the corner of his eye Shaw running toward his jeep only confirmed it. He chased after the man and opened up the passenger door, quickly throwing a fist before the other man could even do anything else. He made to grab for the antidote but was pushed back with a punch. Dom didn't have time for this as he moved forward and punched Shaw in the face, stunning him before grabbing a handful of hair and slamming it on the steering wheel. Feeling satisfied when Shaw went limp, Dom grabbed the antidote and quickly exited the car, watching as Shaw's body went through the windshield and out of the plane, falling to his death. Dom sat there a moment, just staring at where Shaw's body flew out before realizing that that could happen to him too if he didn't get moving. It was already too late to jump out of the plane, so he did the next best thing. He jumped into the nearest car and gunned it, feeling the plane making its fast descent to the ground. He pushed the car past all of the other obstacles on the plane until he finally reached the front, just as the plane began to set fire and crash. The car jumped out and flew for a good few seconds, the feeling of weightlessness felt amazing to Dom, until the car landed and not a smooth one either. It rolled and flipped, and Dom tried his best not to tense, having been in enough accidents to know that tensing only causes muscle and bone damage (that's why the drunks always walk away…). Once it stopped though, it wasn't over as he was soon engulfed with orange flames, but that wasn't going to stop him, he had family to save. He looked around and spotted the silver case just below him as he hung upside down in his car. He undid his seatbelt with little effort and grabbed the case before making a fast getaway out of the car and flames. As he exited the flames, his pace slowed as he saw his family (and Hobbs) waiting there for him, his eyes immediately going to Letty as she furiously made her way toward him.

"What the hell were you thinking?" She demanded, poking him in his chest.

Dom merely smiled as he helped up the small case with one hand and a bigger case in the other. "Had a family and a world to save." He stated simply. Hobbs was walking toward him, opening his mouth to say something, when a cry stopped everyone in their tracks. Dom whipped around until he saw Gisele and Han helping a writhing Brian out of the car. His face was pinched in pain, but Dom could tell that he was unconscious. Dom practically threw the chip case at Hobbs before dashing over to Brian's side, opening the case as he went and taking out the syringe. No one was sure that this was actually an antidote, but they didn't have time to run tests on it, because they could tell that Brian didn't have a lot of time left and he was just barely hanging on. Dom knelt by Brian and put a comforting hand on his forehead. "It's gonna be alright, Brian, just hold on." He reassure as he readied the syringe, filled with a strange orange liquid. If this was an antidote, then he hoped that it could at least give Brian some peace…Dom hated that thought, but it would be the only thing to keep him sane if this went wrong. He glanced at the others and saw similar thoughts in their eyes. "Sorry, Bri, this is gonna sting a bit." He muttered as he stabbed the syringe right where Brian's heart was and injected the liquid. Then, it was the waiting game. Second, minutes ticked by before a change was seen, and it was a good one. Brian's face began to relax, his body uncurled, and a deep breath was taken and then another, until they were even, maybe a bit close together, but he was breathing almost normally. But, the thing they were waiting for never came; Brian's eyes didn't open. His breathing and heartbeat continued, but there was no sign of him coming back to consciousness. They weren't sure what to make of that. Was the liquid in the syringe a cure, or something worse?

"His body probably just needs rest." Gisele stated softly, but didn't look to sure as she looked around at the others.

Dom looked down, wishing to see those baby blue eyes look back at him so he knew that he was fine; so that he knew that Luke still had a daddy. With his hand still on Brian's forehead, he pushed back some of the hair on his forehead in such a fatherly gesture, that the others were a bit shocked. "C'mon, Bri, time to wake up, Buster." He whispered, but nothing happened.

~.~.~

As they pulled up to 1327, they could see the going-ons of a barbeque happening, and it brought back old, happy, and even some melancholy memories back. Though the house may look a bit dilapidated after all the years it's been vacant, and weeds covered the overgrown, brown grass and hedges, almost blocking the view of the front of the house, it still felt like home, and nothing could replace that feeling. Yeah, living in Spain was beautifully amazing, but it wasn't exactly home. Home isn't a big villa, with a beautiful view and gorgeous whether, it's where the heart is, as the saying goes, and these hearts always tended to drift back to this home, no matter what, even if they were millionaires. As they exited the car, the other thing the noticed was Hobbs and Elena driving away, giving them both waves and nods before driving off in the Humvee. They watched them leave before making their way up the driveway, past the rebuilt, black, 1970 Charger, and to-

"Well! If it ain't sleepin' beauty!" Yelled Rome as he held up a plate of buns.

"Welcome back, Brian!" Tej exclaimed, lifting his beer in salute.

Han and Gisele both waved but were too busy talking and holding each other that they couldn't say a word. Brian knew how they felt.

Brian smiled as he nodded at them, not able to hug or clap hands, as his were full of baby at the moment. Since he woke up yesterday (after almost of week of sleeping, having everyone worried, though the doctors said it was a self-induced coma to help heal his body), he had not been able to stop hugging and kissing both his beautiful wife and child. "Nice to be back!" He called back, smiling widely as he continued to look around, giving his son the grand tour of the outside before walking up to Dom and Letty. "Hey, Dom." He greeted as Mia gave her brother a hug and a kiss on the cheek.

Dom smiled, "Welcome back home, Brian. Good to see you walkin' around." He said sincerely, though the smile stayed.

Brian readjusted Luke in his arms as he replied, "Legs are still a bit wobbly, but other than that, I feel great! Now, this is where I'll help you build your first car." He said the last part to his son, giving him the tour of the garage.

"His first car better be a Charger." Dom teased.

Brian looked back at him and smiled, "You mean a Skyline." Brian corrected.

"The kids a Torretto." Dom defended, still smiling.

Brian shook his head as his smile grew, "You're confusin' the kid."
Dom chuckled and took Letty's hand, "Mia, you gonna let him get away with this?"

"Grubs on! Come and get it!" Tej hollered.

There were moans of joy at the thought of eating good barbeque, especially coming from Brian, after not having a decent meal in such a long time. He handed Luke to Mia as he pulled out a chair for them before sitting down next to her, instantly noticing Rome take a chip and eat it. He pointed up at him, "First bite. He's got grace! House rules, man, house rules." He announced, laughing as Rome grumbled, saying he didn't care.

Everyone chuckled, but was silenced as Dom sat down at the head of the table (where he belonged) and nodded to Rome, "Okay, Roman, bless our table."

The actions were instinct as everyone grabbed one another's hands and bowed their head as Rome said grace, "Father, thank you, for the gathering of friends. Father, we give thanks for all the choices we made, cuz that is what makes us who we are. Let us forever cherish the loved ones we lost along the way. Thank you for the little angel, the newest addition to our family. Thank you for bringing Letty home. And most of all, thank you for fast cars."