A/N: Oh my... Fast and the Furious 6 was an epic movie! It was the best! The last scene just gave me lots of ideas and I decided to write my version of Fast Seven. Hope you'll enjoy!

Summery: What happens after Fast Six? Dom and Brian get a call from Tokyo about Han's death. Determined to make Letty stay home with Mia and work on her memory loss, Dom makes Roman watch her. But that sneaky lady doesn't take anybody's command, does she?

Disclaimer: I do not own anything.

Chapter I - Another love Another time

Fast and the Furious

Ride to the Middle East

Los Angeles, the US

Thousands of people moved to the city every year. Even though the Torettos had grown up there, they had shared the unfamiliarity of the city. Years had passed since the last time they walked out of the old family house. Still, when they stood outside of it, Dom had opened it and entered as if it was yesterday he left. Many happy moments had been shared since. Barbeques had been held at any moment possible, but also always on the Sundays. Eventually, a couple of months later; Dom had driven Han to the airport. It was time for Han to leave. The words he had spoken to Han, about knowing how it felt losing someone that was loved, had been genuine and filled with compassion. Nothing would make him get over Gisele, but Tokyo would at least make him head in the right direction.

It was seven months ago it had rained that dull Friday. A bit more than half a year, and just like that ending of the week; it rained this Friday.

A black Honda pulled up in the driveway. It was a comfort to return to the same house every day. To not jump on trucks or drive below them in customized cars and travel around the world. There was a relief of seeing the house and knowing it was partly hers. Hers and Dom's, the man who had saved her in London. He showed her constantly memories, but she couldn't remember what had occurred before the picture was taken or after. The image printed on a paper was all she could feel. The sensation of being in his embrace with a wide smile. It hurt to not know why she smiled but the patient Dom always explained to her the reason of her reactions in photos.

Locking the car in the rush, she hurried up to the porch and stormed inside. The odor of cooking surrounded her in an instant. Obviously Mia was there.

The sound of her shutting the door caused Dom to poke his head out through the kitchen doorway. He smiled by the sight of her soaking wet silhouette. "Dinner's ready," his deep voice boomed. She didn't know why, but it made her heart melt and made her feel safe. She smiled slightly in response and took her shoes and wet jacket off.

The two year old toddler Jack was in the kitchen. He walked unsteadily around while Brian sat down in a chair, reaching out every now and then to help him. Dom sat with a beer on the other side of the table while Mia stood in front of the kitchen-range. Spaghetti bolognese, perfect. The Italian side definitely was revealed when Mia cooked for them.

Dom quickly reached out for Letty's wrist.

"Bolognese, again?" Letty asked and plopped down on Dom's lap. Mia smiled and nodded.

"Always, I know you love it."

Letty reflected the grin and turned to Dom. What a perfect ending of the raining day – the best dinner ever.

Not missing the opportunity, Dom kissed her cheek. "How was today's therapist?"

Her fingertips began stroking his stubby jaw with a content expression. "Everything went well, man. But she still didn't manage making me remember."

Patient as he was, Dom forced a smile to appear. "It will happen eventually," he assured her, sensing her pain.

Mia nodded towards the cutlery and plates in a gesture for her boyfriend. "Brian."

Knowing what she called for, he stood up with a sigh.

"And Dom too please," Mia said. Brian shot him a teasing glance by his change of expression. No way he was going to set the table in his own house. That was woman's work.

"No way."

She shot him a glare that caused him to make a similar move like Brian. Giving up with a sigh he later carried the heavy porcelain out to the diningroom. Letty headed over to Jack and picked him up.

"Letty," his squeaky voice stated as a wide grin appeared on his face. "Food."

His little forefinger pointed to the food Mia had in a pan.

"Yes it is," Letty replied with a warm smile.

"Eat," he demanded. "Want to eat. More food."

Letty let out a laugh. "He almost eats as much as the guys already."

Chuckling as well, Mia nodded. "He does, doesn't he? Well, Jack, you'll eat in a few minutes," she caressed his cheek and leaned to kiss it. His little but strong hands found their way to try to keep her away from him. Still, his loving mother succeeded to leave a wet kiss on his cheek, causing him to squirm in the laughing Letty's embrace.

"No, Jack doesn't want mommy's kisses," Letty stated dramatically and bounced him in the air.

The two men had been done setting the table sooner than Mia preferred. They weren't exactly as precise as her with how nicely it should be done. It looked as if the forks and knives had been thrown around the plates. Napkins that were folded by them had the look as if Jack had played with them first. Still, they had done their best.

With Coronas in their hands, they saluted and poured half of the bottle down their throats.

"This is life," Dom commented. Brian made a sound in agreement.

"Life when the food is here," he indicated to the kitchen with a hungry stomach. Dom chuckled and moved his gaze to the doorframe. Through it, he had the view over how Letty played with Jack. Brian followed his gaze.

He swallowed and glanced carefully at Dom. "She will be a terrific mother someday."

A smile broke on Dom's face. He turned back to Brian for a brief moment before returning his focus on his girlfriend. "Yeah?"

"Yeah."

"I think so too."

Brian nodded slowly, perhaps a bit affected by the beer.

Suddenly Dom made a serious face. "But we need to work on her memory first."

Brian opened his mouth to give him a response but was interrupted by the others' presence. The women and Jack entered the room. Mia, carrying the hot food and Letty with the arms around the flopping kid. Laughingly, she put him down in the highchair and handed him a plastic plate that was only for him.

"I'm so hungry I think I'll eat all of this," Brian rubbed his palms while examining the delicious meal. Dom shoved a chair out for Letty that threw him a playful look. Brian caught it and rolled his eyes.

"You better not do the things you do publicly when Jack grows up."

Letty burst out laughing. "What do you say? We're bad influence?"

Dom laughed as well. "He is afraid he turns King like me."

Warningly, yet playfully, Brian raised a finger and shook his head. "Oh-no, no."

Mia returned with another bowl filled with spaghetti. The hungry Jack was fast to grab a hold of the long noodles when she passed him.

Continuing laughing, Letty held her hand out in Jack's direction. "Well this is going to be an interesting grace."

The other three turned their surprised heads in her hand's direction. With a chuckle, Mia put the bowl in the middle of the table. "Brian will do it."

Defending himself, he held his hands up. "Jack was the first on the food. Let him have his first grace."

Agreeing, Dom nodded and chuckled with his booming voice. "Let Jack speak his first grace," he quite asked for permission from Mia with his innocent look.

She took a deep breath and then sat down between her baby-boy and Brian. "Okay," she said and took his hand and Brian's in hers.

They let Jack say grace. Stumblingly, he had gotten through it with a cute little speech consisting of barely ten words. But it had indeed been a thanking speech and at the end they had laughed along with the kid. Food was heaved into their mouths and at nightfall they scooted over to the livingroom. After Mia had washed the plates together with Letty, the two females headed upstairs to put Jack to bed. Letty had urged Mia to do it and she had obliged after much persuasion. There was nothing bad in it, letting Letty do it, but it was just always herself that usually did it. But she remained by Letty's side and stroked his head carefully.

Dom and Brian were left in the livingroom. Of course the sports channel was on, and comments about how awful the drivers were slipped through the mouths. Brian had several times stated that the two of them should attend those competitions and make a living of it. That way they'd get a legal fortune.

Dom had only shook his head but partly agreed. Once Letty was fine, but since she wasn't, he needed to focus more on her than anything.

They snapped out of their chat when his phone began vibrating and sounding. He stood up and quickly hurried into the kitchen where he had left it.

At first, Dom had expected it to be Hector or someone else that wanted to drag him away on a party. They were grown ups but those parties still existed after racing nights. And knowing Dom was in town made it only more popular to bring him along. Those were grown ups parties though, which were very different compared to the ones the youths still held.

It was how the voice had greeted him that he after a while realized he had missed the first part being said. The voice was threatening.

"Dominic," the man was clearly from England by the accent. "You might recognize me by the name Ian Shaw." Finally red flags popped up. Alerted, Dom listened very intently.

"Shaw?" he repeated with Owen Shaw in mind. There would be a coincidence if they weren't related.

"There has been some sort of an accident here, I believe. I am quite sure you want to take the first flight to Tokyo and bury your deceased friend. Am I right?"

Brian appeared in the doorway and examined Dom quietly while trying to hear what was being said. "What are you talking about?" Dom frowned. A sound that revealed the man had hung up was sound. Slowly, Dom lowered the phone and stared at it for moments. Bury 'his' friend in Tokyo. Tokyo? He didn't have any- Han! He quickly looked up and drew in a breath. Faster than anything he dialled Han's number. Maybe, hopefully, this idiot was just playing a stupid prank on him. But deep inside he could feel the veracity.

"I am sorry but this number is out of service," a woman's voice said overly nicely. Harshly he threw the phone away, not with the intention on hitting the window and shattering it into millions of pieces. Taken aback, Brian swallowed. He waited for the panting Dom to calm down.

"I know that look Dom," he said and gained Dom's attention. Dom made a nod, his jaw clenched. "What's the destination?"

A/N: What did you think? This was only a start! I want lots of action and romantic scenes! This is just an idea of how Fast Seven could turn out. I hope you enjoyed reading this!