Disclaimer: I do not own any characters/plot/etc., that have been portrayed in the movie. I only claim the OFCs and any original poetry that appears in this story.

Summary: The team comes to terms with themselves and soon learn that you can only save someone that wants to be saved.

Saved

I see the slow depression

That seeps into your eyes.

I smell the pain

You swallow down with your pride.

I taste the sweet bitterness,

That you try and fail to hide.

I hear your heart break

With each day you breathe.

I feel your need, your want,

Your desire to live.

You're half gone,

But still rooted in the world,

Because of me.

It's my gift,

And your curse.

You can only save someone that wants to be saved.

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Mia threw her latest style magazine down on the counter, brushing back the stray hairs that were sticking to her forehead. It was the middle of July and the heat wasn't taking pity on any of them. She cut her eyes towards the gang of fools in the back of the store, who were currently huddled around in a circle in front of the fridge. She slapped her hand down on the counter and began her trek to the back of the store.

"We're about to close in a few minutes. Could you please bring your items to the front of the store?" She said, while walking to the back of the store. She stopped a few feet from them and the group of guys turned around and faced her. "Give me all your money, lady." Everything slowed down for Mia at that moment. She froze and stared wide eyed at the gun that was currently being pointed at her. She held her hands up and took in deep breaths, backing up slowly.

"There's not a lot in the register, but there's a couple hundred. Just take it and anything you want," she whispered, her body shaking. One of guys stepped forward, nodding slowly. "Where's the safe?" He asked, thrusting the gun in her direction. Mia shook her head and began to sob. "We don't have a safe. We don't pull in that much money," she said.

The guy motioned to the rest of them to spread out. "Search the place for anything that we could use. I'll take care of the pretty lady here," he said, smiling at her. The rest of the males began to tear the store apart and five minutes later when the rustling stopped, two gunshots were heard.

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Dayna turned the corner, absentmindely counting her change. She was in dier need of anything to cool her down. The supermarket was too far away to walk and this was the nearest store that was open. She prayed that they took debit, because if not she would only be able to barely afford a bottle of water. As she walked into the store, she pulled out her debit card, getting ready to ask if they accepted it.

She stopped short, her brows coming together at the sight of the store. "Hello?" She asked, stepping over a desmantled magazine rack. She heard a small whimper coming from the back of the store and as she made her way closer to the sound, she saw a body lying on the floor with a dark puddle forming around it.

Dayna dropped her belongings and ran towards the back of the store, sliding down to the female that was lying in her own blood. "Help," the female whispered to her, her body shaking. Dayna grabbed her cell phone off of it's clip on her belt and dailed 911. After receiving careful instructions to apply pressure on the wounds, she hung up, praying that the ambulance arrived soon.

She pulled the white tank top she was wearing off and rolled it up, placing it on the frail woman's body. "Breathe. Nice and slow," she whispered. "Dom," the woman whispered, sweat rolling off of her forehead. "I think you're going into shock, just breath and don't worry about a thing," Dayna whispered, brushing her hair off of her forehead and taking in deep breaths along with her.

Five minutes later, the ambulance pulled off, the injured woman in tow. Dayna looked around at the mess she was currently in and wondered what the hell she was supposed to do. She heared distant sirens and knew that she had to make a decision quick.

So she ran.

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Dom stood outside of the store, pacing. He was half past furious. Mia was in the hospital with two critical gunshot wounds and no one knew or saw anything. Vince appeared by his side and patted him on the shoulder. "Listen dawg, just head on over to the hospital with Letty. I'll handle things here," he said. Dom nodded and began to make his way towards his car, but a stern hand on his shoulder made him stop.

Vince leaned in close, shielding them from the cop's view and retrieved a card from his pocket. "I found this in front of the counter. We know just about every customer that comes in to this store and this low life is not one of them," he whispered, passing him the card. Dom nodded and took the card into the palm of his hand. "Finish up here and head on over to hospital," he said, climbing into his car.

As Dom drove off, he thought about Vince's skills and how they had come into play.

He would be taking matters into his own hands.

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"This is a bad idea, Dom. Betwen you and Vince, I don't know which one is worse. You, because she's your sister, or Vince, because his love infatuation turned into his best friend after everything that happened with the heists," Letty argued, standing her ground in front of Dom. He ran a hand over his head and sighed. "Take a look at her, Letty. She doesn't have one bad bone in her body, do you think she deserves this? She's practically in a coma and she probably will never have kids because some asshole tried to rip her off for a couple bucks!" He yelled.

"You're a hot head, Dom. You're walking into this blind. You have no idea who this Dayna Morelo or whatever her name is, is capable of. Whatever you decide to do, just take it nice and slow," she replied, glaring at Jesse and sliding her eyes back over to Vince. "Whatever happens to him, I'm going to triple to both of you, for aiding and abetting him in his quest for revenge," she snarled at them before walking into Mia's hospital room.