*Title: Still Fast, Still Furious

*Genre: Currently none specifically, but mentioning of Dom/Letty, Brian/Mia

*Rating: R

*Summary: The team leaves everything behind to start over in Florida. Their past, their future…all changed. While down there they run into some problems and a girl. Is she someone they can trust…or is she part of the problem? The events of Cali still haunt them…if they resurface, what will they do to escape?

*Disclaimer: I don't own any of TFatF chara's, so don't bother doing anything retarded if you don't like the story. The only ones I own are the ones you don't recognize.

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Still Fast, Still Furious Ch 1—Downtown Miami ((Nobody's POV))

The hot Miami sun shone down on the city. The cloudless sky left little recourse for the people on the go. The streets were jammed bumper to bumper with cars, as the people were shoulder to shoulder on the sidewalk.

"Jesus Christ," a tall man mumbled, a brown box under one arm and the other around a dark-haired woman. He scanned the crowd, looking for any place they could escape. Finding none he swore, "I fucking hate this city. Why couldn't we have gotten this delivered, Letty?" he asked his brunette companion.

Letty snorted. "By the looks of that mess," she replied, pointing to the traffic jam, "we wouldn't get it 'til next week." As they moved (slowly but surly), she turned her head to look into the tattoo and piercing salon next to her. "Hey, Dom. Wouldn't it be cool if--" A girl slammed into Letty, causing her to slightly lose her balance. Letty snarled and turned, ready to pick a fight. "What the fu--" she stopped and stared the girl down.

"Letty, just don't," Dom said as Letty turned, causing him to do so as well. Around them people pushed passed, obviously in a hurry. Letty looked at the girl who stood in front of her: maybe an inch or two shorter, her dark brown hair was sun-bleached and messy around her face. In her arms were a loaf of bread and a few bags of candy. She was thin; thinner than normal, although her muscles looked well-toned. She was wearing black cargo pants that were a size to big and a form fitting Good Charlotte t-shirt, with well-worn sneakers. Her golden brown eyes were startled but she quickly tried to turn it into a glare. She bent down and picked up the sunglasses she lost before saying a quick, "Oops." and pushing her way back thru the crowd.

Dom looked down at Letty, noticing she had been a bit disturbed by the girl. He turned her around with his arm and pulled her towards him. "You ok, Let? You didn't punch her…something must be up," he said to her jokingly. She nodded. "So what would be cool?"

Letty looked at him strangely before remembering she was gonna say something. "Oh…uh….I don't remember." Although she tried not to, she was thinking about the girl. For some reason she reminded Letty a lot like herself.

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((Tebridë's POV)) *Note: For future reference, it's pronounced "Teh-bree-day"*

I walked quickly thru the crowd of people on the sidewalk after leaving the grocery store. "Odd place for one, the middle of a city," I mumbled to myself as I moved blindly passed people. I looked behind me to make sure nobody was following me, although I knew it would be not only hard to catch me in the city but also that they couldn't follow me out of the store anyway. I kept moving forward and turned my head just in time to see the chick I ran in to.

She whipped around. "What the fu--" she stopped in mid-sentence; I knew I was a sight to see. The man next to her said, "Letty, just don't." as he turned to stand next to her. I took a second to take in their appearances. The girl, Letty, was slightly taller than me with dark brown hair like mine, she had chocolate brown eyes. She wore baggy pants off her hips and a tight red tank top. Nice style, I must say. Her physique was well-toned as well as her muscles, and her sunglasses were pulled off her eyes.

The man was taller than Letty, maybe 6'2 or so. He had a shaved head, which was very attractive on him. He wore a tight white wife-beater that accentuated his muscles and baggy blue pants. The muscles under his shirt and on his arms were just jaw dropping. Under his left arm he carried a brown box.

Mind you, I noticed all this in a matter of seconds. I tried to look pissed as if Letty had ran into me instead of the other way around, but I probably didn't. "Oops," I said before turning and pushing my way back thru the crowd. I turned down an alley and ran to the end, knowing I could get wherever I wanted at the other end. I slid thru the opening in the wire fence, still holding my bread and candy I stole from the store. I slowed my pace to a walk and headed where my intuition told me. I had a feeling I'd see Letty and the guy again.