My first drabble collection! I have a lot of oneshot ideas so I thought this would be easier than posting them all separately, so here ya go with my first one. I'm not gonna give a certain time for updates but they will be as regular as my muse which is pretty often to be fair. I'm posting this now because, admittedly, I'm on a bit of a block for my last chapter of my other story "Home," plus it's my sister's birthday tomorrow so I'll be working all day and out all night so won't be able to post/write.

Please review and let me know what ya'll think. Reviews definitely feed my muse, if you know what I mean ;) Basically, the more reviews the more inspired I'll be to update sooner so please give me your thoughts or prompts even! x


Girl's Got That Punch

The moment Letty's fist had connected with the face of Johnny Tran's cousin Lance, her eyes were darting straight back in the direction of Dominic Toretto. She couldn't help but feel relieved as she saw the boys, Vince and Leon, pushing back security guards and taking on their roles by pulling the largely-built mechanic away from Johnny Tran himself and where he had been landing several skin-breaking punches to his face. It hadn't exactly caught any of the team off guard when the fight broke out and Dom's fist was flying in Tran's direction, they expected it the moment they had heard about Jesse running. But Jesse racing Tran for slips, losing and evidently running; that caught them off guard. They hadn't had time to panic or contemplate amongst themselves what the plan was before Tran was headed to them asking questions. Letty was sure Jesse hadn't thought it through or realised they would have to pick up his pieces. But even if he did, they'd do it in a heartbeat. They were a family and although Jesse was only one year younger than Letty, he was the baby of the group. Him and Mia, and even if they weren't the youngest; family protected family.

Watching Lance advance on Dom, Letty calculated it all so quickly it surprised even herself. Of course he was about to throw in a punch at Dom with his back turned as he focused of Tran. If it had been Mia, she would have calculated it too but would have stepped back and screamed bloody murder after her brother to warn him. If it had been one of the guys, they would have tackled him themselves and gotten into another brawl. But Letty landed one punch and the guy was on the floor and completely blacked out. The crooked dent in his nose and blood on his upper lip gave her the confirmation that she had broken the bone, she didn't need to be a doctor to know that and she had seen a few broken noses in her time.

No one else had seemed to notice. The security guards were too worried about Dom to be dragging her away from the guy, not that she planned for a second to do anything else to Lance, not that she had to. Dom was way too occupied to spare her a thought in that moment and the guys holding him back seemed focused enough on him rather than her and in a way she was relieved. She had helped without having to get so involved and creating or accepting too much injury.

Letty had broken away from the crowd as it dissolved itself and people continued with their day, the fight slowly becoming old news even if people did still mutter about it occasionally. The Latina had stalked back to her car for a bit and sat there wiping the drying blood on her knuckles and tried to decipher which of the red markings belonged to the cut on her knuckle of Lance's nose.

When she had decided to find the guys again, it had begun to get dark out and the desert was lit by headlights and the colourful lights that racer chasers danced in. It was like a well-lit club, just in the desert in the middle of nowhere. Dom was leant against his car, seemingly in his own world and not paying attention to anything or anyone else. His expression was hard. Leon and Vince stood to his side, talking together and although Letty couldn't make out anything of what they were saying, she knew them too well and knew that she was the topic of their conversation. Understandably, she had disappeared after the fight or during for all they knew considering that hadn't taken much notice. But with the look all three men shot her when they spotted her walking back towards them, told her a different story. She knew instantly that someone had seen what she did and that the news had spread to at least her team. And if she had any doubts about it, when Dom seemed to snap back to reality and began slowly walking over to her with an expression of slight worry, concern and faint pride, any doubt was shattered. He knew.

Both of them slowed the nearer they got to each other until they eventually came to a halt at arm's length apart. Dom's eyes scanned her closely and Letty's danced about, a fake, clueless expression on her features as she pursed her lips and hooked her fingers in the waistband of her jeans. She heard Dom shift on his feet and sniff slightly, "You do that to Lance?"

His tone was unreadable but Letty glanced up at him anyway, meeting his gaze with a pretty unreadable expression too. She gave a one-shoulder shrug. "You think Vince could land a punch like that?" She muttered. She bit her bottom lip briefly and felt the itch to ask if he was alright. She opened her mouth and begun her questions but Dom had the same thought and their words overlapped each other.

"You alright – " The words trailed off when they both realised their matching sentence and tinge of concern. The faintest of smiles became clear on Letty's face and he couldn't help it, Dom's lips moved to match her smirk.

Letty knew for a fact that Tran hadn't hit back, he hadn't even been given a chance for a breath let alone being able to shoot back. The slight glances Letty had taken towards Tran was enough for her to evaluate at least a little of the damage Dom had done, there were glimpses of blood, that much she was certain about. And comparing his damage to Dom's face right now, Letty didn't need to ask if Dom was alright. The only indication that he wasn't, was the frown and crease in his forehead that had seemed to take residence.

Dom took in a deep breath and Letty folded her arms casually across her chest, eyeing him carefully in attempt to get some sort of read off of his expression. But she still failed.

"Let," his tone was full of concern and vague defeat at the knowledge of what Letty's inevitable, upcoming response would be. "I don't want you involved in things like this."

Letty made an almost impatient noise in the back of her throat and, as expected, rolled her dark eyes. "You shouldn't have hit the guy in the first place then." She mumbled somewhat like a child trying to excuse their actions after being caught out and told off by their parents.

"Letty," he spoke carefully but Letty hadn't even really noticed his voice this time because she was launching into her own words as they fell from her lips.

"I mean, what was I supposed to do? Jesse's gone; Leon and Vince were trying to get your stupid ass under control and Snake-Skin-Pants obviously didn't get the memo on 'not hitting a man with his back turned'." Letty was rambling now and whether she was even aware of it or not, she clearly didn't care. Dom's expression remained unreadable and Letty remained silently irritated by that fact. "I was hardly going to let him double-team you, as much as watching you get your ass kicked may be amusing on some level, nobody's gonna kick my man's ass…" The amusement on Dom's face shifted and intensified, creating a vaguely suspicious expression on her features. "Nobody except me if the situation calls for it…" she continued slowly and almost cautiously until her sentence faded. "What?" She practically snapped at his shit-eating grin that was inevitably irritating her.

"Your man," Dom muttered nonchalantly with a soft shrug, his grin never wavering.

Letty rolled her eyes, "Shut up," she spoke almost instinctively. She folded her arms in an impatient manner before reluctantly looking back over at him as she tried to ignore his smirk.

Dom couldn't help it, her body language pulled it out of him, and he was chuckling lightly. He moved ever so slightly towards her, "I'm so stuck with you, aren't I?" He questioned, despite knowing the answer. She didn't have to say it, she never had, but he knew. It was ride or die. It always had been and always will be.

For the first time that night, Letty couldn't supress her smirk any more than he could. However she did fight the urge to raise her eyebrows at his question and how stupid he was for asking for an answer they both knew. She looked up at him through her lashes in the way she always did when she wanted to get to him, when she wanted to send that wave of shivers through his core, a feeling only she could create within in him. And then her voice dropped to a low tone that only added to that feeling, "You fucking love it."