Title: Saint Christopher Watches Over Her.

Author: Desi

Rating: K (for language)

Summary: "What? What was he talking about? She wasn't playing dumb. She really had no clue who the hell he was or what the hell he wanted from her." Two-shot.

A/N: Doesn't follow the canon storyline. Written because of Letty's flashback of when she was in the hospital after the events of Fast 4. For those who don't know: Saint Christopher is the patron saint of travelers.

Disclaimer: Just fuck me up.

Part I

Mysterious. Well, she supposed, brooding was a better way to describe him. He was tall, dark and handsome, with a permanent furrowed brow and slight frown. He was strong, that was for certain. She found herself trying to guess how much he could lift, and whether it'd be possible if he could benchpress her. Sometimes his eyes were sad, like he'd seen too much of this fucking world. At other times, they twinkled with mischief, ready to cause trouble.

She wasn't sure when she first noticed him. They were halfway through the semester, and this was the first time she'd seen him in her Intro to Psych elective. He'd shown up the week before spring break and she found herself undeniably attracted to him. She normally sat in the back of the classroom, far from the hushed whispers of the other students. He sat in the row behind her, smelling of Helmut Lang for men and bad decisions.

It was the day before spring break and it was the last standardized test of her senior year at LAHS. The SATs.

Sighing she tossed her vintage, leather backpack on the chair next to her and mentally prepared herself for the two hour test.

"Psst."

Her brows crinkled and she turned around to the pearly whites in his charming smile. Her heart fluttered, but she remained wary.

"Yeah?"

"Can I borrow a pencil?"

"I don't know. Can you?"

"I'm sorry. May I borrow a pencil?"

She smirked and turned to her left to reach into her backpack. "I thought Boy Scouts were always prepared."

"I look like a Boy Scout to you?" His tone bordered on flirtatious and his grin only widened when he took the proffered writing utensil.

She gave a semi-uninterested shrug. "Not really any of my business, is it?"

And that was the end of the conversation.

Two hours later, she took a deep breath, inhaling the sweet spring air as she stepped from the double doors of the high school. A warm breeze blew her dark hair across her face and she promptly removed it.

"Any fun plans for break?"

"Do I know you?" She asked, full-on attitude, as she turned around to see... him.

There was that smirk again. He held his hand out. "Dom."

She placed her palm in his and they shook. "Letty."

"Letty," he tried the name in his mouth. "Nice to meet you."

"Likewise, Dom."

"So? Any plans?"

"Kappa party at USC tonight."

"Dope. Maybe I'll see you there, then."

"Maybe."

Kappa Kappa Gamma Fraternity Manor, USC, 10:02PM

Two hours. Two fucking hours of her life that she could never get back. Letty stood on the front balcony of the frat house with a red solo cup in her hand. It was her fourth drink and she was just barely tipsy. Her best friend, Ramsey, stood beside her, equally as bored, and just a bit more buzzed than Letty.

Resting her forearms over the white wooden balustrade and looked over the partygoers that were coming and leaving as they pleased. A couple new cars pulled into angled parking spaces, their headlights turning off as the drivers exited the cars. Her head turned to the left as another car, a 1970 Dodge Charger, turned in, blasting reggaeton.

She felt him before he even exited the car. Letty somehow just knew that this was his car. It was beautiful muscle made in America, just like he was.

"Who's the bloke?" Ramsey inquired.

Letty kept her shrug nonchalant, attempting to conceal just how quickly her heart had begun to beat. She slowly stood to her full height, not wanting him to look up and catch her watching him walk into the party.

"He's quite handsome. Looks like he might be your type."

"I doubt it."

"He's brought cute friends, too." Ramsey was now leaning over the balcony to get a better look at the two other guys that tagged along.

"I need another drink." Letty huffed.

"You've barely finished that one."

"I need a stronger drink," revised Letty.

"Want me to come with?"

Letty shrugged. "If you want."

Sensing she wanted to be alone for a moment, Ramsey pushed a wild curl out of her face and shook her head. "Nah, I think I'll go chat up one of the guys that just came in."

"Suit yourself."

No sooner had Letty left Ramsey on the balcony and reentered the house, she could feel bass from their incredible sound system in her chest. Rounding the hallway corner and pushing through a sea of drunk, horny college and high school kids, the brunette found the winding grand staircase and made her way down to the living room.

Bottles of liquor and beer in various flavors sat along a large luncheon table. She never drank from an open bottle. Letty was smart enough to know that if she didn't crack the seal on a bottle herself, it was unsafe for consumption; roofies and GHB were just not on her to-do list. Reaching for a bottle of pineapple vodka, she twisted the cap and smiled at the satisfying click of the safety seal before pouring a nice amount into her own cup.

"Save some for the rest of us, will you?" Dom's baritone voice murmured.

She smirked, somehow knowing that he would've found her wherever she went in the house. Letty poured him a nice-sized portion of the clear alcohol and they tapped their cups together. While sizing each other, they both took sips from their red cups and then slowly brought the cups back down.

A full minute passed and they were still looking at each other. Letty felt like she knew him; maybe from another lifetime. Whatever the reason being, she felt safe around him, but she also felt that she could handle herself if anything were to happen. On Dom's end, he knew her; somehow, some way, he knew everything there was to know about her without even asking. He could tell by the way she carried herself that she was not to be fucked with.

"Wanna get out of here?" She asked.

He cocked an eyebrow. She was bold, too.

"Yeah, sure."

What seemed like seconds later, they had pushed through the crowd of partygoers, on their way to his car. He threw Letty the keys and she looked at him surprised. She knew him, too and it just didn't seem like he'd let anyone else drive his car.

"Show me around this fucking town, woman." He grinned, as he opened the door of the passenger's side and sank down into the seat. Letty shrugged as if to say "well, if you insist" and sat behind the wheel.

LaBrea. That's where Letty took him. Despite it being a relatively early hour for a Friday night in Los Angeles, the streets were pretty clear.

"Where are you taking me?"

"I'm showing you were the real fun is." She gave a casual glance at him before turning back to the road and revving the engine three times. The traffic light for opposing traffic turned yellow. Then red. The second her light turned green, she shot off down the boulevard, dipping through traffic with a smirk on her face. Dom was pleased with the talent she was showing him, no doubt something that she hid from most people.

Taking a sharp left, narrowly avoiding a collision with and eighteen-wheeler, Letty gave another gentle press of her foot to the gas pedal and sped around another corner. If his car came equipped with an oh-shit handle, he would've surely gripped it. Instead, he made the sign of the cross. When she noticed what he was doing, she let out a loud laugh, the first he'd ever heard from her.

The way the woman drove, much like how she lived her life, was wild and free. Dom could only wonder if Saint Christopher, himself, must watch over her.