I do not claim any rights to the fast and the furious franchise, I simply like to take advantage of the fact it was created.
This was just a little something I had in my head, I find plot bunnies easier to get rid of once they are out of my head and then I started writing and was like 'Hey, this isn't complete crap!' so lets see where this takes me.
After the house getting blown up, it had only taken a few months for it to be rebuilt exactly as they had left it, if not in slightly better condition with a larger garage. Dom sat around the table with Letty on his lap, feeling pleased with himself. Brian was showing four year old Jack a magazine about cars, Hollie was sleeping in her buggy in the shade, Mia putting plates down on the table whilst glancing at her daughter every now and then, Tej and Roman were both talking about something car related. That was when Hobbs came up the driveway, smiling for once, with both the Shaw's of the streets it was easier to relax.
"You seen the removal van outside?" Hobbs asked while seating himself on Dom's right side.
"No, that place won't sell, everyone thinks they are going to get blown up," Letty said.
"Yeah, it's not like half of the house was destroyed." Everyone looked at the new side of their neighbors house as Tej spoke.
Roman went over to where the BBQ was and began plating it all up in the middle of the table. Hollie awoke as if knowing the food was ready, while Jack looked like his dad, Hollie was the image of the mum with her aunt's personality. Everyone took a seat and then Roman reached for some food, he put it a plate and then saw Dom look at him expectantly.
"Damn. Right. Dear...God, thanks for…" he started but was interrupted by screaming, Hobbs hand immediately fell to his holster and everyone went on alert. Jack was handed to Mia and she went over to get Hollie when everyone stopped.
"NO! I'm not getting out! I want to go HOME!" the voice was a female child's, English.
"Annabelle if you don't get out the taxi right now, I swear you won't be watching TV till you're thirty!" This voice was distinctly older, still English and female though.
They all went out onto the front lawn to see a taxi outside their neighbor's house, a blonde girl of about eight age sat on the grass bored while watching the other two girls. One was about seventeen with long brown hair, dressed in shorts and a tank top, she was pretty in an average way. The third girl looked to be about ten, clinging onto the taxi chair stubbornly, her hair was short and a slightly lighter shade of blonde than the younger girls. Dom guessed the younger two were sisters but the tanned older one didn't resemble the other two in any way, seconds later he was proven wrong.
"Anna please! We're sisters, and what do sisters do? We stick together." The stood up and crossed her arms as Annabelle crawled out the car. It was then their presence was noticed. The older girl gave them a strange look before paying the taxi driver. Both of the blonde's went to her side and she went over to what she guessed was her neighbors.
"Hello," Dom said, with his arm around Letty.
"Well, we've just made an excellent first impression," the older girl muttered. "This is Annabelle and Milly Clarke, I'm Nat Maguire-Clarke. We've just moved from England."
"Welcome to LA."
Nat was about to respond when Anna tried to make her escape, running straight into the road where a big lorry was hurtling down over the limit.
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