A/N: Hey there, this is a little collection of songfics, each chapter will be a different song (and will all be unrelated). At the beginning of each chapter there will be the main snippet of the song that inspired the fic. Also, they won't all be Dotty ones, they'll just be Fast and the Furious in general.


"You got a fast car
But is it fast enough so we can fly away
We gotta make a decision
We leave tonight or live and die this way."
Fast Car - Tracey Chapman


Dom's POV

I waited by my car just outside of the school. I didn't miss the place a single bit, the day I turned eighteen I just counted down the days 'til I could leave. Now two years later here I was not regretting a thing. I was working at the garage with Dad and Vince, a nice little set up. We didn't earn much but I didn't mind. I even agreed that my wages me cut slightly so Vince could have extra. I didn't really need the money but Vince was practically on his own, he deserved to have a little extra.

Eventually Mia came bounding out of school. How a fourteen year old could be so happy about school I didn't know. Six years apart and her liking school was still one of the biggest differences between us. She walked over happily to me, her books piled high in her hands, no doubt her bag was also filled with them too. I took them from her and put them into the back seat, once she was in I returned to the front of the car.

"Aren't we leaving?" she called out of the window.

"What about Letty?"

"Oh." I could see from the scared look on her face that she'd done something that she shouldn't have.

I went over and looked through the open window at her. "Where's Letty?"

"Dom, you haven't picked us up from school for weeks… I… She didn't want you to know… Any of us, but she had to tell me."

"Tell you what, Mi?"

"She quit school."

"She quit school?"

"Yeah, dropped out," Mia whispered. "It's all official."

"Why would she do that? She was going to graduate in a couple of years then come work with us at the garage."

"I don't know what to tell you Dom, she wouldn't tell me why just that she had to."

I just nodded and got into the car, I had to get Mia home then go get Letty. I needed to know why she had just left school. Like Vince and I she hated it but she was determined to finish. She wanted to graduate with decent grades then move onto the garage, maybe start her own one day once she acquired the experience. So why did she just up and quit?

When I dropped Mia off I helped her inside with her books and left her to do her homework. I made sure to remind her to call us if she needed anything and one of us would come over as soon as possible. After I was sure that she would be OK I left the house. I knew Vince and Dad would be waiting for me but I had to find Letty.

A quick glance at her house told me that she wasn't in, her car was gone. I wandered over there anyway, maybe her parents knew. Maybe being the operative word, her parents never noticed much. I hardly ever saw her Mom and her Dad was a drunk. Probably the nicest drunk I ever met but still a drunk.

I knocked loudly on the front door and few minutes later her Dad came to the door, bottle in one hand. "Dominic!"

"Erm… Hi, sir, I was wondering if Letty was in?" Yeah, definitely the nicest drunk I'd ever met.

"Oh, she's working."

"Working?" I asked confused. "Where?"

"Convenient store," he slurred. "Can't remember the name."

"The one near the gas station?"

"Think so," he shrugged.

"Are you sure Mr Ortiz?"

He shrugged again but this time some of his drink spilled onto the floor. A pout formed as he looked down at the floor. "Aw."

"Go inside, Mr Ortiz, you've been a big help."

"Oh, good!"

I watched as he wondered back in. When I was sure he was back in his chair I shut the door and headed back over to mine. I felt bad for him really. He'd got hurt while serving overseas. His left arm doesn't function too well and he walks with a limp. It used to be a lot worse, a chance that his leg might be useless. So he drank to get over it and was never able to stop, even after a few AA meetings.

When I got to my car I didn't hesitate to get in and get to that convenient store. The whole journey I thought about how I would react when I saw her there. Even if she left school why didn't she just come and work with us? I mean sure Dad had wanted us all to finish school but he would have made an exception for Letty, she was family. When I arrived I just walked in, not wanting to over think it too much.

"Let?"

She was behind the counter. The place was empty, a couple of shoppers near the back but other than that it looked like it had been empty for hours. She looked bored to say the least. When she looked up at me, she looked shocked.

"Dom?"

"I came to pick you guys up from school, but according to Mia you quit."

"She doesn't know I work here," Letty ground out. "Who else did you talk to?"

"Your Dad." She closed her eyes and gave a slight nod. "How long after you been working here?"

"About a month."

"Why?"

"Mama left."

I frowned. I barely saw her so I guess I never noticed. "When? Why?"

"Little over a month ago," she whispered. "See when Dad started drinking we accepted it but then it got to the point where he said his body was too old to work, so he just stopped trying to find any. I think he's too young to be like he is but there's no getting him out of it. Anyway, Mama wanted more than what we had so she just left."

"And you started working here?"

She nodded. "And started looking after him when I could."

"Why didn't you come and talk to us?" I whispered.

"He's my Dad," she said sternly. "It's my job to look after him, not yours."

"But we could help," I urged. "You look tired, and even though your Dad is nice I know it can't be easy."

"Just don't Dom, I'll look after him."

"Fine, then at least hang out with me at some point?"

"Excuse me?"

"Let me hang out with you, take your mind off of things."

"When?" she asked uneasily.

"When do you work?"

"When I would be at school."

"OK, this Saturday I'll pick you up from your house, make sure you're ready."

"What time?"

"It'll be a surprise," I called behind me as I left the store.


Letty's POV

I was more shocked that Dom actually turned up on Saturday. When I turned sixteen a few months back I could see him change towards me. He was actually willing to hang out with me rather than just putting up with me. We flirted more than we should have and like the hopeless girl that I probably was I longed for more, prayed that it might finally happen.

He had just taken me to the arcade the first time, then next the beach and it just kept going. Something slightly different each time. It was my highlight of the week, 'til four months later when I turned seventeen and he threw me a party. Just family but a party nonetheless, during which he had pulled me away and told me that he needed me, that he wanted me to be his, we'd been inseparable ever since. It was probably the highlight of my year. I hoped to return the favour in a few more months when Dom's twenty-first came around.

"What are we doing today?" I asked as he dropped by for our usual Saturday. I still worked in the convenient store and looked after my Dad but I let Dom help out a little with money and such.

"Something we should have done a long time ago," he smiled. "Keep it simple."

"What is it?"

He just took my hand in his, squeezing it for a moment, and leading us over to his car. He helped me into the passenger seat before going round to his side. As we pulled away and sped off down the road I tried to think of what it could be. Could there be anything more simple than what we'd already done?

As we reached the water front I was sure we were going to the beach but he kept on driving. He wound down all the windows and I felt the wind rush through the car as he got faster and faster. Luckily the roads were quiet so there was just us. There was silence apart from the sound of the wind whooshing through and all I could smell was the sea. I closed my eyes and let my arm dangle out of the window, feeling it push through the wind.

Working as a check out girl as a convenient store didn't seem so bad in that moment. I was under contract so I had to stay. I'd be close to eighteen by time I'd finished but if I renewed my contract I'd get a chance to be promoted. Seen as Dom didn't earn much I could use the extra money, maybe I could save up and get us away from here. At least for a bit.

Admittedly I got angry with Dom, which was for very poor reasons but at the time I didn't think like that. Before I agreed that he could help he would go out to the bar when he could with Vince. It was usually with the racers, of course he stopped with chasers when we started dating but it still bugged me. But he stopped after he realised I needed him, and he did things like driving nearly eighty along the seafront with the windows wide open.

"Where are we going?" I yelled over the noise.

"Into the fancy part of town," he grinned. "Figured we could get lunch."

I smiled back as we crossed over what we dubbed the boarder. In no way was our area of town damaged but it wasn't exactly upper class either. The half of the town on the other side of our border had the fancy hotels, the clubs where all the celebrities had been noticed and the overpriced shops and restaurants. We'd made the joke about having the border when we first wandered into that part of town and tried to order a cheap burger from somewhere.

"You're paying," I warned.

He only chuckled and pushed the pedal harder.


Five months later…

"Letty if you don't come out right now I will break this door down," Mia warned.

"Go away," I screamed back.

"The boys and Dad will be back soon, just open the door."

"The boys and Dad will be back soon," I imitated, taking on a childish tone.

"For an eighteen year old you're not very mature! It's hard to believe that you'll be nineteen in a couple of months."

"Exactly, I'm an adult, so piss off and leave me alone," I ground out. I knew sixteen year olds were meant to be stubborn, hell, I was one once but Mia just took it to a whole 'nother level.

"Is it your Dad?" I froze at that but refused to answer, which seemed to be what prompted her to continue. "Let, it's only been four months, it's understandable if you're still upset."

Dad made a promise to quit on my eighteenth but he suddenly fell ill. When I took him to the hospital it turned out he needed surgery, his liver was packed in. Unfortunately I wasn't a donor and he had to give up drinking for a certain amount of time before he got on the donor list. We lost hope about two months later when we'd all been tested (and weren't a match) then four months after that he died.

"I'll get Dom," she whispered.

I knew she didn't mean it as a threat, she honestly thought it would help me. It was weird to think that I had turned eighteen ten months ago and that Dom and I had been together almost exactly a year longer that than. I had convinced myself that Dom would get bored but he never did. He'd really stepped up to the plate.

"Don't," I mumbled back. I lent against the door, losing the will to fight with her anymore.

"Letty, please," she begged. "We were talking and you just ran off. Was it something I said?"

"No," I whispered.

"Because if you don't want me to talk about Brad anymore, I won't," she promised. "It must be hard seen as you can't talk about Dom properly with me. Not like I do with you about Brad anyway."

I opened the door just enough so I could see her. "I like it when you talk about Brad, you seem happy whenever you do."

"Then what was it? I don't think I talked about anything else... Are you sure it's not your Dad?"

"I screwed up," I mumbled, leaning my head against the door frame.

"Let me in or come out, we can talk."

"No, I just need to pop out for some things and I'll be fine."

"Then come on out..."

"Go away first," I said wearily.

"No," she said stubbornly.

I went to push the door shut again but her hand shot forward to stop me closing it properly. She was a lot stronger than I remembered as she pushed the door back against me. I moved away quickly as she entered. I settled my hands on the sink and looked down at it, refusing to look at her. She walked quietly over to me.

"You're pale," she commented.

"I need to go to the drug store."

"Are you sick?"

"Depends how you feel about the problem," I whispered.

"Well what is the problem?"

I finally caved, it was hard to fight when she was right there. "I'm late."

"For what?" I didn't say anything and soon realisation hit her. "Oh."

"Well, it doesn't mean anything."

"I'm never late, Mi."

"First time for anything," she whispered. "If I were you I would go and get a test."

"Do you fancy driving me?"

"Maybe Dom should go with you..."

"No," I insisted. "He's stopped going to the races as much, he never goes out, he's given up so much for me recently. He's only just getting back into the swing of things, I don't want to pull him out of that before I'm sure."

"But Let..."

"Mia, please."

"Oh, OK, but no matter what the results you'll have to talk to him."

"After, I promise."


"You've been quiet for the past couple of days," Dom commented as he walked in his room. I took refuge in their a lot lately even though Mr T had insisted I have my own room. "And you've barely gone near me."

"That's not true," I whispered.

"Don't do that," he groaned. "I just want to know why. Mia's been shifty too, has something happened?"

"She says I need to talk to you, I guess I've been so nervous about how to bring it up that I just... Avoided you."

"Talk to me about what?"

I looked away as he came over to sit beside me. "About a week ago I was late..."

"For w- Oh."

"Yeah," I nodded.

"Are you...?"

"I don't know," I admitted. "I took two tests but one came up positive and the second negative."

"Why didn't you take a third?"

"I didn't think they were too reliable," I chuckled lightly. "I'm going doctor's tomorrow to get checked over."

"Why so late?"

"I had to sort it around work and I wanted Mia to come with me, it's the only day it worked for both of us."

"Why didn't you say anything?" he asked angrily.

"I didn't know what to say, I was going to talk to you after I was sure if I was or not," I whispered.

"You should have told me as soon as, doesn't matter if you are or not."

"What difference does it matter if I told you before or after the test?"

"Because it's something I need to know," he ground out. "And when you go and get the test... If you found out you were, when would you told me?"

"I don't know, Dom, it's not exactly an easy topic to bring up."

"Why not? Am I really that hard to talk to?" he demanded. He grabbed me in an attempt to make me look at him. "Am I so difficult that my own girlfriend can't even come to me? This concerns me too, Let!"

I kicked out. "Because you'd leave me!"

I felt him tense before his grip on me loosened, I scrambled off the bed and ran to the door. "I wouldn't..."

"What?" I stopped with my fingers on the handle.

"I wouldn't leave you... Why would you think that?"

"You're all about family, Dom, but you're still not that sort of guy... I see you at the races, those after parties, you're not the Dad type," I whispered. "Not right now anyway, and probably not in nine months either if I am pregnant."

"Let..."

"While I was waiting for those tests I thought about how we could have something better than all this, that we could move away and be happy," I explained. "But then when I knew I had to go to the doctors I remembered how much you love the life you already have. Suddenly in my head you saw your friends more than me and the baby, suddenly we didn't matter and things were all horribly wrong."

"It will never be like that," he promised.

"But it could be," I sighed. "So yes, I would have taken a while to tell you if I was or not."

"Well, no matter what the results, you need to tell me," he whispered. He was suddenly behind me. I hadn't even heard him move. "I'll even go with you if you want me to, but I know it might be easier with Mia there."

"You don't have to do this," I mumbled. "I'm probably not."

"Hey, I've got something that will cheer you up."

"What?" I asked, more to humour him than anything else.

He grabbed my hand and led me out of the room. He grabbed our coats on the way down the stairs and out the front door. When we got to his car he threw our coats on the backseat before helping me into the front. Once we were in he sped off down the street. I looked confusingly at him 'til he opened all the windows and I smiled, a smile which kept growing as we hit the sea front.

"How fast should we go?" he yelled.

"Fast enough so we can fly away," I grinned.

"And go where?"

"Anywhere, just some place better." He pushed on the pedal in response. "Wait, I was joking."

"I'm not, we should leave now, at least for a while," he mused. "If we don't we never will."

I nodded at him and kept my focus on the road ahead. I let my arm dangle out of the window like last time as my eyes fluttered shut. I knew this was Dom's way of proving that he loved me and no matter what the doctor said it wouldn't change anything. I felt his hand on the top of my leg and I imagined that we were flying.


Wow, a lot longer than I meant it to be... But I'd love to know what you all thought... :)

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