I wanted this to be accurate so I did some math, which I despise, to figure out the timeline of Dom and Letty based on the birthdate on Letty's headstone (September 7, 1983). According to Dom in Fast 6, he and Letty first formally met when she was 15, which would be the year 1998. This would make Letty 18 when the first film was released in 2001 (Michelle was actually 23). By using her birthdate along with the years each film was released, Letty was 32 in Furious 7. Her comment to Dom about him seeing her "through 15 years of memories" also means that that it took them a year and a half to two years to finally get together, meaning that the two of them possibly got together sometime around the year 2000. That's my theory, I hope it makes sense.

This is a collection, so it most likely will not be in order, but I will let the year be known for each chapter. This collection may involve anyone from the Fast and Furious franchise, but being me, it will focus highly on Dom and Letty's relationship. Other pairings will include Brian/Mia and Han/Gisele.

If you guys have anything you'd like see in this collection, mention it in your review or PM me. Hope you guys enjoy this first chapter and you can probably expect the rating to go up the further I get into this. Also, I do not own any part of the Fast and Furious franchise. If I did, Vin and Michelle would be my best friends.

Enjoy and please leave a review to let me know what you think! :)

-Lacey

"Ride or Die, remember?"

-Dominic Toretto to Leticia Toretto in Fast & Furious 6

[Los Angeles, California-2000]

Dom couldn't suppress the growl in his throat, and damn if the skank sitting on his lap didn't take that as motivation to continue trailing her hand down his chest. But it wasn't her that he was focused on. No, he was focused on the sixteen year old Latina dressed in a short, black leather skirt and a red spaghetti strap top that showed off her stomach. And it wasn't even what she was wearing that elicited that low growl in his throat. It was what she was doing.

She was standing in the middle of the living room, alone at first, when she started moving her hips like she belonged on a stripper stage. Sweat glistened on her forehead and chest, strands of her hair sticking to the damp surfaces. She drew a crowd then, a crowd of guys nonetheless. She didn't dance unless she was drunk, and she definitely didn't allow the hands of those sex hungry guys on her unless she was drunk. And damn if she wasn't drunk out of her mind that night, considering the guy that was practically dry humping her from behind.

"Did you know she could dance like that?" Dom ground out to Vince.

Vince detached his lips from his own skank to look at Dom. "Who?" He asked, following Dom's line of vision. "Letty? Dude, where have you been? She draws a crowd at every party."

"By doing that?" He pointed to the Latina on the floor who swiftly turned around and placed a hand on the chest of the guy behind her, pushing him back with a smirk before continuing her show.

Vince chuckled. "Yeah. Baby girl's got some moves, brother."

"Damn right." Dom muttered under his breath, unable to look away from the girl in question.

Another guy had come up behind her, his hands on her hips and a look on his face that could only be interpreted as lust. She seemed to not notice him, or she just didn't care, because her movements continued without hesitation. And Dom's breaking point came when the hands of said guy travelled south where they didn't belong.

He jumped up from the chair he was sitting in, the skank falling to the floor with a thud and a shriek. He stomped to the middle of the living room, grasping the guy by the back of his shirt and jerking him away from Letty.

The oblivious Latina continued her movements, keeping up with the beat that was blasting out of the stereo's speakers.

Dom shoved the guy in the direction of the door, pointing a finger in the same direction. "I don't ever want to see you in my house again!" He roared before turning his attention back to Letty. He struggled with his thoughts, deciding whether to take the guy's place or put an end to the Latina's show that was becoming more painful to him by the minute. "Fuck." He muttered, stepping behind her and pulling her flush against him.

She smirked at the contact and the familiar hands, bringing a hand up to cup the back of his neck as she moved against him. "You seem to have a little problem there, Papi." She said with a chuckle, placing her other hand on his thigh, dangerously close to his problem.

He leaned down to her ear, his breath on her neck, and said quietly. "How about you take care of that for me?"

"And become just another notch on your headboard?" She chuckled. "No thanks."

"You'd be so much more than that, Letty." He said into her ear, bowing his head to kiss her neck.

"I doubt it." She said quietly, her eyes fluttering closed at the feel of his lips.

Their thoughts were clouded by alcohol, neither of them caring that every person in the house was gawking at them, or that Vince's eyes were about to pop out of his head while Jesse's cigarette was poised in mid-air. Leon blinked rapidly as if the scene would disappear, and Mia laughed about the whole thing.

While Dom's flirting had not ceased since Letty turned sixteen, his hook ups did. It happened subconsciously, the way he fell for Letty. And perhaps he wasn't even aware that he stopped hooking up with skanks because Letty caught his eye. And while the rest of the team noticed the change in him, everyone except Mia had brushed it off, figuring that Dom would never give up his one night stand lifestyle. But Letty wasn't the type to tolerate bullshit, especially from Dom. So if Dom was going take his chance with her, he had better go all in.

Dom lifted his head, sliding his hands up to grasp her hips and swiftly turning her around to face him.

She tilted her head up to look at him, arching her eyebrows in question. Her palms lay flat on his chest, her body pressed flush against him. "What are you thinking about, Toretto?" She asked, noticing the conflicting emotions flashing across his face.

His eyes went to her lips. "Kissing you."

Her lips formed a small smirk, her eyes sparkling with amusement. "Now why would you want to do that?"

He contemplated the answer, having no idea when or how the Latina became the object of his attention. But something clicked in him when he saw her that night. The way she moved effortlessly to the beat of the music, her body glistening with sweat. She was, he admitted to himself, the most beautiful thing he had ever seen. And when someone else touched what he admired, he didn't have to think to react. She wasn't his to be possessive over, but with that one question he knew, he knew she damn well would be.

"Because you're gonna be mine before this night's over." His low, deep voice responded as if he had always known this was how their lives would play out.

"Is that right?" She asked in that same amused tone.

"It is." He answered confidently, bowing his head down so that he was inches from her lips. "You gonna let me kiss you?"

"Maybe." She answered casually.

He couldn't help but smile at the nonchalant answer, the way she was so calm and collected. While his thoughts and emotions were running wild, and he couldn't blame it on the alcohol. He owed it all to the smirking Latina, the one that was driving him crazy in their close proximity and she knew it. And normally that satisfied, smug look on her face that just told him she knew exactly what she was doing to him, would be just enough to piss him off. But there was nothing else on his mind other than following up on his own cockiness, and making her his.

He closed the distance between them, grasping her face in his hands. He kissed her with urgency, smiling against her lips when she groaned as their tongues made contact. "You taste good."

A chuckle vibrated in her throat, cut short as he kissed her harder. Her fingers grasped at his shirt, keeping him close.

Their pace was anything but gentle, neither of them having enough patience to do anything slow. And while they could feel everyone's eyes on them, they didn't care one bit.

Letty stirred awake, cracking one eye open before immediately closing it again as the light made her head pound. She groaned, shifting in the bed to turn over, her eyes meeting with the bare back of a man. Her eyes widened as she recognized the bald head, sitting up carefully to lean over the man and get a look at his face for confirmation. Her jaw dropped when she saw Dom's face, whispering "Fuck." Before looking down at herself.

She was naked under the thin, white sheet. Her clothes, as well as Dom's, were strewn all over Dom's room. She took one last glance at Dom's sleeping form before quietly climbing out of the bed and gathering the clothes she could find. She quickly dressed, her head spinning as she did, and crept quietly out of the room. She tip-toed across the hallway to her room, wincing when the door creaked.

"Letty?" Came a voice from across the hallway.

"Shit." Letty muttered under her breath, before turning around and meeting Mia's eyes. "Morning." She said with a fake smile.

Mia smirked at her, knowing exactly where her best friend was last night. "Morning."

Letty exhaled loudly, running a hand through her hair and avoiding Mia's scrutinizing eyes. "Okay, uh I'm just going to," Her words were cut off by another door opening.

A skank walked out of Vince's room and down the stairs, followed by Vince himself as he leaned against the doorframe with his arms crossed.

Letty rolled her eyes, this was getting more awkward by the minute.

Vince trained his eyes on Letty, a knowing smile on his face. "Well good morning, sunshine."

"Shut up, Vince." She snapped, groaning inwardly when Leon opened the door to his room and Jesse bounded up the stairs from his room in the basement, muttering about being hungry.

"Where's Dom?" Leon asked.

"Letty probably wore him out." Vince said with a laugh.

"Again, shut up, Vince." Letty ground out between clenched teeth.

"What?" Vince asked with a shrug. "It's not like we didn't see you two last night before you practically ran up the stairs to his room."

"Last night," Letty repeated, shaking her head when no memories came to mind.

"You don't remember?" Mia asked, seemingly amused.

Letty shook her head, immediately regretting the movement as her head pounded. "I need aspirin." She groaned, moving towards the stairs before a sound stopped her.

A door opened behind her, a gruff voice saying, "What's going on?"

Mia and the guys looked back and forth between Dom and Letty, as Letty slowly turned around to face him.

He was redressed in his jeans and wife beater, and the look on his face when he saw that she was wearing the same clothes from last night, told her that he remembered something she didn't.

"I was just about to go make breakfast." Mia offered, casting looks at the guys that told them to follow her downstairs. Mia smiled at her brother and Letty before disappearing downstairs, the guys in tow.

Letty shifted her weight from foot to foot uncomfortably. "Listen, could we just skip the awkward conversation and move on?" Letty spoke up quickly.

"Move on?" He questions with a raised eyebrow. The last thing he wanted to do was move on from her. He wasn't exactly sure what the feelings were, but he did know that he didn't want this to be a one-time thing with Letty, she was more than that.

"We both know that last night was nothing more than the alcohol in your system. You don't have to pretend with me, Dominic. I get it." Her tone was snappy, not being in the mood for an explanation of why last night could never happen again.

"No," He said. "I don't think you do."

She narrowed her eyes at him. "What?" She asked, confused.

He chuckled at the confused look on her face, knowing that he was only fueling the fire that was Letty when he didn't answer her question. He walked up to her, resting one hand on her hip and curling one hand around her jaw.

She tensed under his touch, her impatience growing as he remained silent. "What are you doing?" She huffed in irritation when he didn't answer, attempting to pull out of his grasp, but he only held her tighter. "Let me go, Dominic."

"That's not what you were saying last night."

Her jaw tensed in anger. "Well maybe it was just the alcohol in my system, because I sure as hell don't remember." She spat out, jerking her body out of his grasp.

"That's because we didn't have sex."

Letty's eyes narrowed, her head tilting to the side. "What?"

"That's why you don't remember us having sex. Because we didn't." He shrugged his shoulders. "We came up to my room, you were kissing me, but I told you I wasn't going to let it happen like that. Both of us drunk, the chance that you would regret it."

"I was naked." Letty pointed out, folding her arms against her chest.

"You said you couldn't sleep with clothes on, so you took them off. Believe me, I wanted to, but when that happens, I want both of us to have clear heads." He extended his hand to touch her again, taking a few steps forward.

"Damn it, Dom!" She shoved him away from her, her dark eyes daring him to reach out again. "This doesn't mean anything! We are going to forget about this and it is never going to come up again, got it?"

Dom's face contorted in confusion. "What is it with you, Letty? I'm trying here."

"Trying to what? Get me back into your bed?" She scoffed. "Good luck with that, because it's not happening again."

"Letty, I'm not just trying to fuck you!" He roared, hoping that if he was loud enough she would finally get the point.

"What exactly are you trying to do then?" She crossed her arms, waiting for whatever answer he could come up with.

He sighed, running a hand over his head. "I don't know." He groaned. "I just know that I don't want this to end, whatever this is between us."

"There is nothing between us." She said sternly. "And trust me, that's a good thing for you. Because I will not be treated like a fucking skank by you and if I ever was, you'd be the one getting hurt."

"I have no doubt." He chuckled, knowing that if he ever did treat her wrong it would be his last act on Earth. "But you don't have to worry about that. I'd hurt myself before I ever treated you like that."

"Is that supposed to change my mind?" She asked, averting her eyes to the ceiling as if she were contemplating it. "Still feeling the same way here."

"Letty," He sighed. "I can't explain to you what I've been feeling since I came home and laid my eyes on you. I can tell you it's something I've never felt before."

"Maybe that's just because you finally noticed me for once in your fucking life. And you also noticed that I'm not a little girl anymore, nor am I like any of those skanks you fuck on a regular basis."

"That's what I like about you." He said calmly, keeping his voice low in hopes of calming her down.

"Oh really, all of the sudden, huh? Cause I've been that way my whole fucking life, Dominic!"

He winced when she screamed his whole name, seeing that this was going nowhere fast. It was clear to him that she had already made up her mind and her damn stubborn attitude wasn't allowing him to change it. He knew he deserved this, he wasn't a trustworthy guy when it came to women and he hadn't given her a reason to believe otherwise. Add in the fact that these feelings really did come to him all of the sudden and he didn't have another explanation, well you could just say that the odds weren't exactly in his favor.

"Yet ever since you turned sixteen you've been bagging every girl that bats an eyelash at you." She was still ranting, and despite her harsh words he couldn't help but smirk at her appearance as her unruly dark curls fell around her face, her hands and arms flailing about and that crazy look in her dark eyes that said she wasn't even near finished.

"And if that's not bad enough, you send them off after you've gotten a place to rest your dick for the night, then it's on to the next girl. It's a never ending fucking cycle with you and I will not be included in it because I am better than that, Dominic. And all I want to do is go raid the damn liquor cabinet and never remember that any of this happened!" She stopped to take a breath, her eyes landing on him and her eyes widened in anger once again. "What the hell are you smiling at?"

"No one else could look that good after rolling out of bed." He was still smirking, his eyes roaming over her body in admiration.

"Are you fucking delusional? I just keep hearing bullshit coming out of your mouth!"

"No," He said slowly. "I am not delusional. I'm just not blind."

"Anymore, maybe." She mumbled under her breath, too low for him to hear.

"You know what my dad used to tell me?" He asked quietly, knowing that any mention of the man that was like a second father to her would calm her down, if only a little.

"What's that?" She asked, equally quiet as she moved her eyes to meet his.

"That we would end up like this." He said simply with a small chuckle.

She remained silent, waiting for him to elaborate on his words.

"That one day I would realize just how much you mean to me, but he also told me that I could be too late." He paused, his eyes scanning her face for any kind of reaction. "Am I too late?"

Her face calmed and she took a deep breath, exhaling loudly as her tense muscles relaxed. "Too late for what, Dom?"

"To make you mine."

His words triggered her memory, the images of the previous night flashing in her mind. Because you're gonna be mine before this night's over. She remembered the feel of his lips on hers, the feel of him lying beside her, and the words Mine, Letty voiced in her ear.

"A relationship, Dom? Do you really think you can handle something like that?" She leaned her back against the wall, her arms crossed. "No skanks on the side, just,"

"Just you." He finished for her, keeping his eyes locked with hers to show that he was serious. "That's all I need." He watched the conflicting emotions flash across her face. "Tell me you don't feel it, Letty. Tell me that you don't feel this" He gestured between them. "And we can forget. We can forget this ever happened."

She shook her head so slowly that he wasn't even sure she did it. "You know how I've always felt about you, Dom. But that doesn't mean that I trust you."

"That's something I have to earn, I get that. All I'm asking for is a chance, Letty." He could see that she was contemplating it, her eyes narrowed and teeth sinking into her lip.

"Prove it to me. Tonight at the races. If I see anything I don't like, your chance goes out the window." She pushed herself off the wall, turning away from him and disappearing into her room.

He sighed and rubbed a hand over his head. He should have known that the only girl in the world that he actually wanted to call his girlfriend would also be the only girl in the world that would make him fight for it. After all, she was Letty Ortiz, and she was always up for a fight.

Dom brushed off the hand of a skank, wondering why in the hell he ever found those whiny ass girls attractive. They spoke with voices equivalent to five year olds and pouted just the same. The word "no" seemed lost in their vocabulary because as many times as he repeated it they still seemed to not understand its meaning.

Letty leaned against her own car, arms crossed and amused look on her face as she shook her head at Dom's attempts. The man could scare any guy he came in contact with in a just a few words, but telling a few skanks to get lost proved to be a harder task, perhaps because he had really never done it before.

He kept glancing over at her from time to time, seeing the disapproving look on her face that said she wasn't convinced.

She finally sighed, pushing herself off the car and making her way over to him. "Get lost before I beat your faces in." She warned, not even bothering to make eye contact with the skanks, knowing that her tone was warning enough.

Despite their confused expressions at Letty's sudden possessiveness, they quickly made themselves scarce before she could make good on her threat.

Letty hopped up on the hood of Dom's car, knowing she was the only one he allowed to sit there. Her legs dangled off the hood of the car, her feet swinging back and forth. "You sure do know how to tell them no, Toretto." She teased, leaning back and placing her hands on the hood behind her.

"Well," He said, stepping towards her and placing his hands on her knees. "I would tell them that I have a girl, but you haven't said yes yet."

"Yet?" She chuckled. "What makes you so sure that I ever will? I haven't seen anything impressive tonight."

"What do you want me to do?" He asked, tightening his grip on her knees. "Write it in the sky?"

Her eyes searched his face, feeling like if she answered yes to his question he'd probably find a way to do it. But that wasn't what she wanted. "Let me race your car." She stated simply.

A confused expression crossed Dom's face. "What?"

"You heard me." She jumped down from the car, making his hands fall to his sides as she placed hers on his chest. She titled her head up at him. "Let me race your car."

"Why is racing my car important to you?"

"Why is not letting anyone race your car important to you?" She countered. "It's because you don't trust anyone with your car. But if we're going to do this, Dom, you do have to trust me. With this," She reached behind her and tapped a hand on the hood of his car. "And this." She said, tapping her other hand over his heart.

"And what about you?" He settled his hands on her hips. "When are you going to trust me?"

She chuckled. "You do realize that's an entirely different situation? I haven't slept with the entire male population here."

"Doesn't mean they don't look."

"And just because they look it doesn't mean I do. Those guys, Dom, I don't need them. But you've needed those skanks because it's easy. I don't need easy. I like a challenge and you, Dominic Toretto, you are definitely that."

"Me?" He questioned, raising an eyebrow. "I'm the one working for you here."

She smiled, tilting her head down and pressing closer to him. "I felt you needed a challenge too." She said quietly, tilting her head back up at him, her dark eyes boring into his. "Did you really think I was going to be easy?"

He laughed. "You?" He shook his head with a smile. "Not at all."

Letty smirked, dropping her hands from his chest. "So, are you going to let me race your car or not?"

"Are you going to win?" He asked with a teasing smile on his face.

She scoffed. "I don't lose, Papi."

Dom chuckled, reaching into his pocket and pulling out his keys. He jingled them in front of her. "Are you gonna be my girl after this?"

She brought her hand up, enclosing a fist around the keys. "We'll see how you do when you're left all alone."

He loosened his fingers from the keys, dropping his hand to his side.

She smirked and turned away from him, walking around the side of the car and opening the door.

"Wait." He called to her.

She turned to face him, feeling his hands on her hips as she was pulled to his body.

His lips came down hard on hers, claiming them with urgency. He parted her lips with his tongue, groaning when she pressed closer to him at the contact.

Quiet gasps were heard from the crowd, a few disapproving mumbles from the skanks that watched their chance with Dominic Toretto disappear.

"Yo," Hector called to them. "Is somebody racing or not?" He asked, a smirk on his face.

Dom slowly pulled away from Letty's lips. "My girl is." He answered, watching her face as he said the words.

She smirked back at him. "You better not say that was for good luck."

Dom shook his head. "You don't need that. That was just because I wanted to."

"That's what I thought." She said, sliding into the car and starting the engine.

Mia and the guys cast knowing smiles at each other as Letty pulled up to the line, revving the engine. To anyone who didn't know Dom, this wouldn't be such a big deal. But they all knew that no one, absolutely no one, but Dom ever drove his car. They were lucky if they even got to help work on it in the garage. Letty on the other hand, had always seemed to be the exception. While she had never driven it before this night, she was the only one that never got a tense 'no' when she offered him a hand in the garage, not to mention all she got was a smirk whenever she planted her ass on the hood of the car. The rest of them didn't have the guts to even try that shit.

Dom smirked as she blared the music from his speakers. He watched with amusement and pride as she was first off the starting line, his Mazda racing ahead of the others. The skanks surrounded him almost as soon as the car crossed the starting line, whining about the fact that he wasn't racing and Letty was. He ignored their high pitched voices and focused on the race.

"Dommy!" One of them cried. "Are you listening?"

"Nope." He answered simply, never taking his eyes off the race in front of him.

They all huffed simultaneously, turning on their heels and walking away.

Dom heard a chuckle from behind him, before a hand slapped him on the shoulder.

"You and Letty, huh?" Hector asked, a knowing smile on his face. "'Bout damn time, brother."

"You can say that again." Dom muttered, his face breaking out into a huge smile when his Mazda raced across the finish line, his girl leaving the other racers in her dust.

The car squealed to a halt in front of him. Letty smirked at him through the windshield before climbing out of the car. Hector slapped the money in her hand, uttering a quick "Good job, girl." Letty nodded her thanks, handing the money off to Mia as Dom always did.

Vince and Leon winked at her and she rolled her eyes at them. Jesse had already approached the car, performing his inspection.

Her eyes met with Dom's as he made his way over to her, a smirk on his face.

She smirked back at him and held his keys to him, dropping them into his palm. "Told you I would win."

"I knew you would." He said, pocketing his keys and placing his hands on her hips to pull her closer. "You are Queen of the Streets after all."

Letty smirked at the name she'd earned for being the only female racer at the scene. Not to mention she could beat any guy's ass that challenged her in a race.

"You know," Dom began, leaning in closer to her. "Every Queen needs a King."

"Is that right?" Letty questioned, eyebrows raised.

Dom nodded, his eyes on her lips as he inched closer.

Letty pulled her head back to look at him. "Did you have someone in mind?" A smirk pulled at the corners of her lips.

A low growl sounded in Dom's throat and a throaty laugh escaped Letty's lips at the sound.

"Calm down, Papi." She reached a hand up, her fingers lightly caressing over his cheek. "Don't you know it's always been you?"

"Then why are you fighting me?" He asked quietly.

Her hand dropped from his face and she lowered her eyes. "I don't want you to only want me during the easy times. If we're doing this, Dom, it's through thick and thin. To hell and back, I don't care. It's ride or die, or nothing."

Dom took a deep breath and exhaled slowly, running a hand over his head before settling it back on her hip. "Ride or die, huh?"

"You know I don't do anything half-ass, Toretto." She said matter-of-factly. "So, what's it going to be?"

He pretended to ponder the question, pulling her closer so that her body was flush against his. "It's going to be me and you. Through thick and thin. To hell and back. Ride or die."

"I thought you'd say that." She said with a smirk, trailing a hand up to his neck and using it to bring his lips down on hers.

Dom smiled against her lips, pulling away to say, "So, if I get you drunk will you dance for me?" He asked, wiggling his eyebrows in suggestion.

Her response was a throaty laugh that he chose to take as a yes as he silenced her with his lips, thankful that he would be the only one with his hands on her from now on.