Elena Neeves wasn't something Letty had predicted when she thought about going home, going home to Dominic Toretto. To say she got the surprise of a lifetime when she walked through the beach house uninvited was an understatement.

Leaving Leticia Ortiz was the hardest thing Dom had ever done, but sure as hell made it easy for Letty to disappear, for her to stay gone. She tried, god did she try to work things out. She helped Brian with Braga and his cartel to try to bring Dom home, she tried to keep Mia Toretto reassured, and she tried to forgive him...

And when she couldn't, she tried to stay away.

They all thought she was dead, she knew that much. She was hurt, she was helped, but she was in the hospital under a name her friends didn't know her by. So, naturally, when Brian went searching for Letty Ortiz, the nurses didn't have a clue that he meant the patient under the name of Leticia Toretto and he was sent away.

Gisele Harabo had near enough saved her life. The Israeli woman had gotten Letty to a hospital and hadn't left her side. She wasn't Mia, but Gisele became her best friend. And when she made the decision she didn't want to be found by anybody, the girl had helped in any way she could and the two had both ran. Ran from Braga, ran from the FBI and ran from their pasts.

But staying away became too hard, and Letty found herself at his door.

"You can do it," Gisele reassured the girl in the driver's seat as they pulled up in Letty's car behind the unmistakeable muscle car. If she had any doubt before, she didn't now; she was definitely in the right place. The sight of the car gave Letty an almost unbearable feeling of excitement and anxiety. Great combination.

She knew the girl was right, she knew she could do it, she was just doubting if she wanted to. All those nights she spent missing him lead her here, but actually being here, seconds away from confrontation, she couldn't see past what he did and how much she hated him for it. He left her.

But as much as she completely detested the fact, she needed him, and she knew for certain he needed her. They fit together, worked together like clockwork, got through everything together. Well, almost everything.

The brunette breathed out deeply before she stepped out of her car and powered through any setback she created for herself in her head.

Spain, she thought, it was never on his radar. Why here? She groaned lightly to herself as she headed for the front door of the place she had tracked him down to. As expected, it was unlocked, and she didn't even grace her actions with a single thought when she walked in uninvited. It was quiet, which happened to just set her even more uneasy. She bit down on the inside of her cheek as she hooked her fingers in the belt loops of her jean shorts, wandering down the hallway. She considered calling out for his name, but figured it was best for him to see her with his own eyes, he'd most likely assume his mind was playing tricks on him. She was dead, after all.

Any thoughts on her upcoming actions paused the moment she finally heard something, a sound that instantly made her smile. The sound of Dom's low chuckle had the corners of her lips turning upwards but she brushed the expression away quickly with ease. And then she followed the direction the sound had come in. Upstairs.

She had made it halfway up the stairs when she froze, dead in her tracks with the realisation of what the noise actually was. If it had been anybody else, embarrassment would have caused their cheeks to flame an ugly shade of red. But Letty's didn't. Her embarrassment was too well masked behind irritation, not quite anger, just irritation. She pressed her lips together in a tight line as the sound of sex surrounded her. Her hand raked through her dark hair before she stepped back on her footsteps, back down the stairs. Walking backwards probably wasn't a good idea, she realised, when her back collided with a cabinet directly at the bottom of the staircase. The staircase wasn't too long, the sound she had created rattled loudly when a couple of unimportant things fell to the ground; she knew full well the noise was heard from the room upstairs that was very much occupied. And if she had any doubts, the sound of Dom and a woman fading out, silenced them.

The sound of the upstairs door opening had Letty bolting for the front door without hesitation. If she hadn't run, she was sure the wave of sickness in her stomach would have caused the bile she'd swallowed back on; to spill passed her throat involuntarily. She felt nauseas, nauseas and breathless as she ran for her car. There was something about her speedy movement that reminded her of launching herself into the driver's seat of her car back in the day, when they'd all flee form the cops at their street races. Now she was fleeing from Dom. There was something twisted about the thought; how long could they both run from each other?

"What happened?" Gisele quizzed the woman as she slumped into the seat and turned over the engine before she'd even pulled the door closed behind her.

"Shut up," Letty almost spat at the girl, completely overwhelmed and flustered, and Gisele didn't dare continue her questioning. She didn't even really seem phased by the girl's harsh tone; she could clearly tell the girl wasn't thinking much, so she let it slide. Letty pushed the car into gear, the moment the front door she just ran out of opened.

Everything stopped. Every single thing in the entire world lost all its meaning. Because there, standing almost directly in front of her car on the doorstep of the house, wearing a loose pair of sweatpants and clearly nothing else stood Dominic Toretto.

Her mind was gone, her breath was gone, and her ability to hear and ability to even move was gone. Because her whole world zeroed in on the man, the man that meant too much for words to her.

After what seemed like an eternity of longing and heart breaking eye-contact, Letty became vaguely aware of Gisele's eyes darting between the two as the Israeli girl fought the urge to nudge Letty back to reality.

"Shit," Letty muttered, finally finding herself again. Fixing her composure and breaking her gaze away from him, she completed putting her car into gear. "Shit, shit, shit…" She repeated before her tyres no doubt left marks on the ground as she tore out of there and sped down the road at ninety-five.

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