Letty's Story

Disclaimer: Yeah… I still don't own Fast and Furious anything. I wish. I'd share with Vin Diesel. A/N: Likely to have spoilers for all movies. BUT, FYI I am ignoring the part about Berlin.

Summary: My take on Letty's journey after Dom left her in the Dominican Republic. All important characters will be cannon. Letty/Dom.

A/N: Ummm… I know, I know! I suck! It's been so long! I hope the wait was worth it. Review and let me know what you think. =) And tell me if there are any major errors please.

Chapter 15

"So, what've you been up to, man?" Brian asked Leon.

They were all sitting somewhat close to the water after dinner near Mia and Letty who were playing in the sand with Marisa. Leon grinned, watching the little girl squeal as Letty splashed her gently from an enclosed puddle.

"Well", he drawled, "Haven't done anything nearly as interesting as what you guys have been into lately."

Letty snorted. "That's a good thing, bro."

Dom laughed outright. "You're so full of shit. We all know you're just jealous you weren't involved.

Letty waived him off, flashing a saucy grin. "Bite me, Toretto."

He grinned wickedly, "Later, sweetheart. Promise."

"Nice to know some things haven't changed", Leon rolled his eyes. "You two still eye fuck like rabbits."

Mia rolled her eyes. "They also 'regular fuck' like rabbits."

Dom shot his sister a look. "We're gonna get the bedroom soundproofed", he offered dryly.

"Your money, big brother", she shook her head. "But I couldn't possibly be more scandalized than I was growing up with you two down the hall. To be fair, you guys have gotten quieter as you've gotten older. We can't hear you from our bedroom. The kitchen's a little iffy, though."

"Mia!"

Letty chewed on her bottom lip, attempting to hide a grin. Dom never cared who heard or saw them when they were in the middle of naughty business – her words, not his – as long as it wasn't Mia. He would have rather gotten caught by the Pope while going at it in a confession box. The time Mia had come home from class early and caught them on the couch, they didn't have sex for almost a week until Letty wore him down. She could be very persuasive.

Leon was the one who finally interrupted the sibling banter. "So, am I the only one who finds it all kinds of ironic that it was the cop who saved all our criminal asses and then broke Dom out of protective custody in transit?" he chuckled.

Dominic smirked around the mouth of his beer bottle before swallowing and saying dryly, "He wasn't a very good cop."

Brian grinned lazily, almost taking the statement as a compliment. "You're not a very good criminal either", he pointed out. "Just how many times have I saved your ass since we met?"

"Aww, if you two are gonna have a bitch fight, please tell me we have a camera", Leon teased.

"Oh, trust me, you don't want to see that", Mia glowered at them fiercely. "Patching up bruised ribs and busted lips is not my idea of a good time."

"I'm good without another concussion, thanks", Brian answered sarcastically.

"You were asking for it", Dom pointed out mildly.

Brian grimaced. "Maybe", he allowed.

Mia brushed a hand through her daughter's curls.

"Time for bed?" Brian asked her.

"I think so", Mia nodded and gathered up they toys and put them in the plastic tote. "It's been a busy day."

Mia sent Marisa to Brian and he scooped her up and attempted to brush a bit of sand off of her but ended up getting covered himself as well. He ignored Dom's amused snort and held Marisa at him threateningly. "I could ask you to do this, you know", Brian teased letting Marisa cuddle in his lap and play with the band of his watch.

"I don't feel like getting sand in my teeth", Dom said pointedly.

Mia finally stood up, basket of toys in hand to take back to the house. "Alright, come on", she laughed. "We all need baths now."

"I'm gonna get the short end of the stick aren't I?" Brian rolled his eyes good-naturedly as he moved to follow her.

"You mean am I taking the first shower?" Mia smirked. "You bet your ass I am."

Brian laughed. "Yeah, we'll see."

Letty brushed the sand from her shorts and settled on Dom's lap.

As Brian got up to follow Mia back to the house to put their daughter to bed, his hand rested on Letty's shoulder lightly as he passed. He didn't think even Dom knew just how glad he was that Letty was alive. Still, it only slightly lessened the gnawing guilt he had left over from thinking he had gotten her killed.

But Letty glanced upwards with knowing eyes. "Quit thinkin' so hard, Blondie. You'll get frown lines."
He smirked slightly and jogged to catch up with Mia.

"That's some crazy shit right there", Leon chuckled, gesturing his beer at their retreating forms.

"You know our family screwed over 'traditional' years ago", Dom shook his head, slightly amused.

"Can we acknowledge how crazy it is that you two have gotten so damn domesticated-?"

"Have not!" Letty argued, affronted.

But Dom stroked a hand through her hair reverently. "I'm just glad this was a promise I could keep", he said quietly.

She tilted her head back and kissed his jaw. "You did good, papa", she murmured slipping her fingers between his.

He smiled slightly. "Had some help", he reminded.

The side of her mouth tilted up, "S'okay. That's what family's for, dumbass", Letty chided lightly.

"Hey, who're you callin' a dumbass?" Dominic complained, raising an eyebrow at her.

"I still love you", she insisted on a laugh.

He grinned, "Yeah, yeah. You'd better, novia."

She snorted, and elbowed his ribs. "Novia? Pensé que fui su esposa." (Girlfriend? I thought I was your wife.)

Leon grinned. "Damn, Let. Still a ball-buster", he chuckled.

"You know it", she smirked.

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They gave Marisa a bath and read her a story while she drank her milk from a Sippy cup. It had been a long day, and the toddler had fallen asleep before they even got halfway thru the book.

They went to their own bedroom and Mia smiled. "It's been a good day", she murmured.

"Yeah", he agreed quietly. "It has."

She tugged him with her into the bathroom to shower. "Come on."

They lay in bed, Mia curled against his chest and running a hand through his hair. "You okay?"

Brian turned to look at her. "Just thinking", he offered quietly. "Everything's alright, Mia. I promise."

She groaned. "I hate when you say that to me. You know you don't have to tell me if you don't want to, but quit looking like you want to go start a bar fight and lose on purpose."

He laughed quietly and kissed her cheek. "I love you."

She was immovable. "I'll make Dom sit on you until I'm sure you'll stay out of trouble if you don't get that look off your face."

He laughed until he couldn't breathe.

Mia's mouth twitched and she rolled her eyes. "Go to sleep", she muttered into his shoulder.

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Brian woke up several hours later and glanced at the clock. 3:12 a.m. He sighed and slid carefully out from under Mia's arm and adjusted the covers again. He grinned when she shifted into the warm spot he left and wrapped her arms around his pillow. Brian got dressed and pulled the door closed behind him silently.

He crept downstairs to the kitchen and pulled a beer from the fridge. A barely muffled noise coming from the other side of the house, made him grimace good-naturedly. Apparently Dom and Letty were taking their plans for a baby very seriously. Brian twisted the lid off and tossed it on the counter, swallowing the contents of the bottle in a few gulps, attempting to shake off the night.

A few minutes later, he decided that it hadn't worked, and he snatched his set of car keys from the basket on the counter and headed silently out the door.

Brian pulled out as quietly as possible – which wasn't very quiet – and took off, letting instinct take over as his memories ran amuck.

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"You don't have to do this."

Letty glared at him fiercely. "Yes, I do. And you know it. I need Dom to fucking breathe. If he's not here... nothing else matters, Brian."

"Shit, Let- be careful", he sighed.

She flashed him a devilish grin. "Don't bet on it."

Brian shook his head. "I'll always have my money on you, Letty. Call in as soon as you can."

She gave a nod and got in her car, driving off into the darkness without another word.

That was the last time he saw her.

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Ten days before the trial, Brian began preparing Mia in earnest for the worst that could happen. He had asked vaguely if there was a place she thought would be safe if they had to get out of town in a hurry. She had taken in his measured look and nodded after a moment.

"Yeah… but you aren't going to be happy about it", she mused thoughtfully.

Brian smirked. "Try me", he raised an eyebrow.

"Vince", she offered finally.

He just tilted his head curiously. "He'd do it for Dom though", Brian acknowledged quietly. "Can you get in touch with him?"

"He called about six months ago and gave me a number before hanging up. He said it was for an emergency. I'd say this could be considered an emergency", Mia said dryly.

"Get him on the phone", he agreed. "I'm probably going to have to talk to him. Don't tell him much; just that we might need to crash with him for a few days, and get his address. Let him know we're all getting new phones and we'll call when we're on our way."

Mia pursed her lips. "You don't think there's a shot in hell that Dom will get off, do you?"

Brian shook his head. "Dom's lawyer called me this morning. He told me the judge on roster for Dom's trial date. The guy's a hardass, Mia. He's not going to let anything slide no matter how good the defense might be. There won't be any press allowed in the courtroom, and it's going to take the better part of half a day. But the end result will most likely be Dom doing time. I'll pick up six pay-as-you-go phones over the next few days from places out of the area. We're probably going to need them. We can get a few more once we cross the border."

"Are you really prepared to toss your life away again, Brian?" Mia asked softly. "You won't be able to go back again after this."

He grinned. "Bureaucracy is shitty, and I really hate wearing suits to work every day."

She groaned.

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As Dom's hearing date quickly approached, Brian began giving Mia appropriate information for his contingency plans if things went the way he expected so she would be able to make plans of her own. She pointed out at every opportunity, that she thought he was out o his mind, but she didn't try to stop him. There was less than a week left when Brian finally got the Charger finished along with the modifications needed for the car Mia would be driving. He had called in quite a few favors under the radar to take care of things, using some of the cash he had squirreled away from Carter Verone while they were in Miami. He still couldn't bring himself anywhere close to feeling bad about the stolen money. And as far as he was concerned, he was using it for a worthy cause – whatever the FBI would say otherwise.

Finally, halfway through the third day before the trial, Brian was satisfied with his work. Now the only thing left to do was pack their things. Well, there was one other thing…

He left the garage and headed into the Toretto house where Mia was making them dinner. They ate quietly, and Brian shooed her out of the kitchen while he cleaned up. When he finished, Brian leaned against the sink and crossed his arms over his chest.

"What is it?" Mia demanded. Her patience had been short these past few months. He couldn't blame her. They were making plans for the worst case scenario, and it was draining for both of them.

"The cars are finished", he said quietly.

Her relief was visual; the tension in her shoulders lessened slightly. "That's good."

"You don't have to do this, Mia. Are you sure-?"

"Brian, if you ask me that one more time, I might deck you", she growled exasperatedly.

He laughed under his breath. "Okay, okay." He tried to ignore the warning bells that went off in his mind as Letty's last words to him echoed under Mia's after he had tried to give her an out as well.

"And?" she insisted.

Brian straightened and grabbed two walkie-talkies from a drawer. He held one in her direction. "We only get one shot. If we mess it up… we're fucked. I think we should do a few practice runs."

Mia nodded. "Okay. Let's go."

He took her hand as they walked out the door, appreciating Mia's strength more than she would ever realize. The first few weeks Dom spent in county, Brian and Mia spent fighting. Mia did a lot of yelling. He let her, knowing how much repressed anger she had left simmering on the back burner. But Mia was intelligent, and she accepted the reality check he presented when it was finally time for him to push back.

The air had been cleared, and they were both in it for the long haul now. There were very few other options.

They wouldn't let Dom go to prison.

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They drove a while until they hit an empty stretch of highway and engaged in a detailed game of chicken, Brian giving instructions over the walkie-talkie. They practice high-speed weaving for several hours until they were satisfied that they were prepared for whatever could go wrong on the road.

When they got back to the house, Brian still looked a little stunned, and Mia was quite smug. He grabbed a water bottle from the fridge and looked at her. "You're just- that was kickass, you know that right?" he said seriously.

She smiled knowingly. "Toretto", she reminded liltingly.

He grinned. "No shit."

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A familiar smell had him walking towards the back porch. He found Leon sprawled on the wicker couch smoking a joint and Dom occupying one of the chairs gripping a beer bottle lightly between his fingertips.

"Busted", Brian muttered teasingly. He cleared his face pointedly of the haunted look that had been teasing his features most of the evening.

Leon glanced up, only slightly startled. He smiled lazily. "He-ey", he drawled, voice raspy from smoke.

Brian smirked and sunk into a chair "At it a while, huh?"

"Yup." He held the joint out, loose between his fingers. "Want some?"

"Mia would hand me my own balls on a silver platter", Brian shook his head ruefully.

Dom snorted.

Leon just raised an eyebrow. "C'mon, brother, no one here is going to ask for a urine sample."

Brian rolled his eyes and accepted the blunt before taking a hit.

"Aren't you supposed to 'just say no', or some shit like that", Dom said mildly. "You're not very good with peer pressure, are you?"

Brian grinned. "Where's the fun in that? Besides, the times I did say 'no' got me in a hell of a lot of trouble. It turns out that the LAPD and FBI don't particularly like it when their UC refuses to arrest the 'bad guys'."

"Go figure", Leon laughed under his breath.

"Where'd you go?" Dom questioned, changing the subject.

Brian raised an eyebrow, "When? Just now?" he wondered.

Dom nodded like Brian was a little slow.

"For a drive", Brian shrugged.

Dom raised an eyebrow, but decided to let it go in favor of going for another round of beer.