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Author's Note: This story has been sitting in my document manager for awhile, I wasn't going to publish it until I finished Discovering Love, but I need space. I know Los Bandoleros reveals that Letty tracked Dom down in the Dominican after leaving her in Mexico, so please note that does not happen in this fic because I wrote it before it came out. I should also mention that chapter four might push the envelope on the T rating. You have been warned. If you feel inclined to review, please do so. I appreciate any kind of feedback, but keep in mind this story is on hold until I finish my DL.
Summary: A fast paced fic about Letty's journey after Dom leaves the Dominican.
The sound of the morning tide washing into the shore enters Letty's ears, and slowly starts forcing her brain to bring her to consciousness. She inhales deeply, taking in the fresh sea-breezes from the ocean. It's a smell she's gotten so used to and come to enjoy so much. It's a nice perk to living in a house by such a euphoric beach. She clutches her pillow and snuggles her head against it when she notices something is off. The right side of the mattress is lighter. There's no longer another body next to her, radiating warmth and comfort. It's a foreign feeling, because as far back as she can remember there's always been one side of the mattress that's held a heavier indentation. That sunken part always caused by Dom. The only weight making an indentation is on her side. Unless she's managed to gain weight overnight, or Dom went to grab some breakfast – which she knows neither would never happen – then she's most certain he's gone.
With her eyes still closed she grasps her pillow tighter, hating Dom and his stubborn ways. Since they've become modern day outlaws, they've always figured out their next move, together, and never separating. Now, Dom is changing the game completely. She can't really blame him though, with each heist, the stakes are raised and just piss off the law even more, everywhere they go. It only makes the cops hungrier to catch such a high profile criminal like Dom. They could have stopped when they first reached Mexico and lived a low key life, but they're adrenaline junkies and became accustomed to the lifestyle they lived in Los Angeles. So naturally, they picked up where they left off, and found the equivalence of gold out here; gas trucks. Even with the cops right on their asses, she didn't care, they'd just keep running. Ride or die, which was their motto as a team but most of all as lovers. She told him that "we'll figure it out, we always do". She doesn't understand why his stubborn ass didn't just listen. If he did then they'd be heading to Rio right now. You'd think after all the years they've been together he would already realize that she's always right. She snorts; men.
Even though Letty has broken the law countless number of times, she's never been punished for it. She's never even set foot in a police station, not even juvenile hall. Dom has though. He's done hard time, real time, and she supposes that he doesn't want to subject her to such a horrible confined life in prison – because that's exactly where she'll go if she is caught with him.
For a brief moment she wants to stay here with her eyes closed, maybe even attempt to go back to sleep and wake up to find Dom still lying next to her. But she knows she can't, that those possibilities are her just reaching. She knows the second her eye lids flutter open that the reality of the situation is going to pound her in the chest. She exhales an annoyed breath and forces her eyes to open. The sight their bearing just pisses her off: a stack of money and Dom's only treasured piece of jewelry – his cross. She lays there motionless for a few moments while everything marinates in her mind.
After what seems like forever Letty sits upright and places Dom's cross around her neck. She lazily saunters over to the bathroom counter and looks at herself in the mirror. She grins to herself as her eyes map out the evidence of what was done from last night, and she can feel that parts of her body are still tender to touch. Over the years Dom learned every spot on her body that makes her shiver in pleasure. Last night he took point and she followed. Despite a little roughness – on Letty's part of course – he was incredibly gentle; taking his time to tend to every part of her body equally. There really are no words to describe the phenomenal way he made love to her.
Her fingers lightly touch her lips and it suddenly dawns on her that they won't be able to capture Dom's anytime soon. Their warm bodies aren't going to be pressed together. Even the simplest thing are going to be no more – like falling asleep peacefully in his strong embrace, their back and forth banter, his tooth brush next to hers, or her car parked next to his. There it is, that unwanted, hurtful pang in her chest. She shakes her head. She should have known last night was his way of saying "I love you, but this is goodbye for now." She wraps her arms around herself and breathes in his lingering scent left on her body. Letty already misses him. At this point she doesn't even want to shower, for fear of erasing not only his scent, but last night's passion. It's something she wants to cherish now that he's no longer here.
Letty tries to imagine her days and nights without Dom and they're scary. They're unthinkable days of depression and sadness. She decides she won't have it. He wants to be stubborn; I can be stubborn right back. She returns to the bedroom and slips on the jean shorts she wore last night and exits through the slide doors. She needs to find Han.
She treks down the short succession of wooden steps and onto the beach. She looks and sees Han a few yards down in a heated discussion with his Dominican beauty. Men sure do think alike. As she comes closer, his girlfriend walks away from him, shaking her head furiously. Despite his current problems, Letty waste no time in marching right up to him and question him ruthlessly.
"Where is he Han? Where did he go? I know he told you, don't even think about bullshitting me. So where?" Letty asked unmercifully.
Han sighs heavily. "Letty, he didn't tell me. He just said that we had a good run and it's time for me to go and do my own thing."
"Bullshit, I don't believe you," she says angrily. It's just like Dom to go and make decisions without consulting her and mapping out everyone's future plans because he thinks it's what's best.
Han looks directly in her eyes. "Letty, I'm not lying to you. Com'n you know me. I swear, I have no idea where he went.
Letty shakes her head in frustration. "He's a bastard," she whispers out exasperated.
Han tries to calm her down and explain what Letty see's as Dom's idiotic logic. "Letty, the heat is on like never before. They're hunting Dom down relentlessly. We have to separate him from him if we wanna stay out of prison."
Hearing his words remind her just how much they think alike. "We knew what we were getting ourselves into the minute we started hijacking. It's always been dangerous, the cops have always been after us, this is nothing new. Now, all of a sudden it's too dangerous? That's bullshit. Running from place to place, it's what we do."
Han remains silent as Letty unleashes her frustrations. She's never been to prison but it doesn't scare her. What scares her is a life without Dom. When she finally finishes Han lifts his head to meet her gaze, her eyes now glistening with unshed tears. He takes a couple of steps close and takes a hold of her hand. "I'm sorry," he whispers.
Letty simply nods and fights back her tears. "Where you headed to?" She asks, her voice uncontrollably shaky.
He grins, "Tokyo. I heard there doing some crazy shit over there."
Letty takes her hand back and embraces Han into a bear hug. He was one of the first people they met as they migrated deeper into Mexico. He became family. "Take care of yourself," she whispers," and say goodbye to the guys, and the greatest woman you're leaving behind, for me, will ya?"
Han nods. "I'll try not to miss you too much." He plants a soft delicate kiss on her forehead. "Bye, Letty."
Letty nods and makes her way back to her house as Han watches. She decides that she's going to try and find Dom on her own. Without any hesitation, she starts packing a few articles of clothing and stacks of money that she knows she'll need. As she's packing, she goes over in head on where Dom would run to. One thing she knows for sure is that he wouldn't backtrack; he'd avoid Baracoa in Cuba, and completely avoid Mexico all together. As she zips up her small duffle bag, she's set on heading back to Mexico to the last car garage the police haven't raided. There's still a few cars there – muscle cars to be exact.
Within in minutes, she's changed and out the door heading toward the closest international airport. Upon arriving she exits and abandons the car for good. She quickly swings the strap to her duffle bag over he shoulder and waste no time in purchasing a ticket for the next flight to Mexico. Letty makes sure to give one the security guards a generous tip for overlooking her bag through security check. With the amount of money she's hauling it would definitely raise suspicion. As she takes a seat among the sea of tourist she starts to map out where she'll head after she picks up a car in Mexico. Her only route is to head south.
The flight was long and tedious, the food was terrible, and the flight attendants were just plain annoying. Letty slept sporadically throughout; only waken from her sleep due to turbulence, screams of bratty misbehaved children, or to go pee. Once she steps off the plane the humid heat radiating from the desert scorches her skin. Good ole Mexico.
Letty jumps in a taxi and tells the driver to take her to an address that's within walking distance of the garage. She can't be too careless. Even though the fed's facial recognition software only has Dom's picture she can't ever be too careful. It only takes about five minutes and as the car garage comes into view, she allows her eyes to quickly scan its surrounds for anything suspicious. When Letty feels it's safe, she quickly fiddles with her keys, unlocks the door, and enters the garage.
The garage looks just as they left it, the muscle cars blanketed with covers to try and keep the desert dust off of them. Four classic muscle cars: 1970 Plymouth Roadrunner, 1969 Pontiac GTO, 1969 Camaro, and a 1970 Chevelle SS. Letty already has her eyes set on the 70 Plymouth. She smiles broadly about how it came into her possession. She vividly recalls the day Dom won this car from Han in his Chevelle. And Letty, knowing herself, became instantly jealous that Dom owned a Plymouth Roadrunner – so much so, that she snatched the keys from Dom the same night and proclaimed it hers.
The good old days are far behind her now, and her broad sweet smile starts to dissipate at just the thought. Letty slowly and delicately starts removing the cover from the Plymouth when she notices something is off with the fourth car. Its size has changed dramatically, and she's certain that there was never a spoiler on the trunk of Dom's Chevelle. She finishes removing the cover and let it drop to her feet before cautiously padding toward this mystery car. Letty swiftly lifts the sheet, and the car that's hidden underneath it shocks and thrills her all at the same time. It's the same supra Dom first drove down to Mexico in when shit hit the fan the first time. He was here, Dom.
