So, I'm not the biggest Fast and Furious fan, but I remember the first movie, faintly, from when I was younger, and I just saw the fourth movie in theaters (haven't seen the second or third movies). Lemme tell you... the main reason I went was because I absolutely love Michelle Rodriguez, sooo disappointment! Other then that, it was good. Anyhow, this is set after the first one, but nothing really to do with any of the others, and I don't know where I'm going with this, or whatever, but I came up with this Letty/OC storyline.

And yes, it will contain content of the female/female kind. If that's not your thing, hey... no one's making you read this. Go write your own story however you want. This is mine.

I do not own any rights or associations of Fast and Furious. If you have any questions about why something is how it is, either review or PM me, and I'll get back to you on it when I can.

Street racing is big in Southern California. The Los Angeles culture is no exception. Races are held every night, if you know where to find them.

Easier said than done.

It had taken Emma nearly three months to finally track down a good crowd to race with, Cannonball Runs of course. Problem is, they don't do bike races exclusively. Most people would keep looking for a rally that did.

She always was too stubborn for her own good, though.

"We have a real treat for you today," KC called over the large crowd. A lot of people couldn't hear, but the racers and those closest to the middle did. "Fresh meat! Not just any newbie, this punk doesn't race a car."

There was a mix of cheers and boo's. It wasn't completely unusual for an open road racer to be hospitalized with a car. Riding a bike was a death wish.

"What do you think? Rudy have a chance?"

He recieved a mixed response. The rider in question was leaning against a blue, black and white 2003 Yamaha racing bike. Decked in black cargo pants, black boots, and a loose fitting leather jacket, their blue and white helmet was on, visor reflecting the streetlights away from their face. At right near 5'6'', and not particularly bulky, 'Rudy' didn't seem too imposing of an opponent.

"Well lets just see what this East Coast cracker has got, right?"

There was a shout of cheers.

"That's what I like to hear! Starting line's finish line baby, you all know what the route is. Start them up!"

Five engines started up in an off sequence.

KC had moved to just in front of the row of cars, off to the side, ready to flag them started.

Holding the clutch, Rudy shifted down to first and revved the bike.

KC's arms went up.

"You want in chica? Year, make and model. What's your ride?"

"2003 Yamaha, YZF-R1."

"That's not a car."

"I know."

"We race cars. We don't have no bike races."

"What's that have to do with anything?"

"You sure you want to join in?"

"Is it a disadvantage or something?"

"Hey kid, this is a contact sport."

"So? People have died in cars plenty."

"That's a risk they're willing to take."

"And this is one I'm willing to take."

"Are you sure about that?"

"Yes."

"I dunno."

"Hey, it's my life."

"True."

"Yeah. And anyways, I bet the fastest street car you have, the speedometer tops out at 160 or something, right?"

"Or something."

"Plus nitrous that's, what... up near 200 miles an hour?"

"Roughly."

"But they're not gonna use that on an open road. Too many cars, and you can't cut a turn going anything near that fast. They might save it until the end, and only if it's a straight-way to the finish line."

"That's true."

"I know. My bike tops off at 186, and that's without nitrous. Plus, where the average car is five or so feet wide, my bike's hardly two. I can manuever where they can't. They have to knock cars out of the way, I can ride right between them. With that alone I can make better time than any of them."

"Which makes it unfair to the drivers."

"Yeah. But outside forces that don't effect cars effects bikes. Take a bump at an odd angle, a strong gust of wind. A car keeps going no problem, a biker can wreck."

"Also true. So you sure about this then?"

"Very."

"Alright chica. Tomorrow night. Outskirts of the east side of town."

"Thanks."

"One more thing. I'll need a name."

"A name?"

"Yeah. People want to know who they're racing against."

A nickname she had picked up back in high school came to her mind instantly.

"Rudy."

"Okay then Rudy. Nine o'clock. Don't be late, or you won't be allowed to line up. Pay in is usually between 1k and 5k, winner takes all."

Emma nodded with a grin.

"Perfect."

KC's arms dropped and, like a gunshot, the four cars and one bike took off nearly instantly. The cars seemed to have a faster start time than the biker, but a few seconds in and the bike was tagging the back of the leader. The Nissan changed lanes, nearly clipping the back end of a Saturn traveling in the lane next to it. Veering to the other side of the slow car, the biker accelerated, pulling even with the Nissan before passing it.

After several more seconds, all the racers had turned the corner and were out of sight.

Emma heard the other driver pulling up towards her, and she didn't put it passed them to bump her, even on a bike. With that firmly in her head, she shifted into fourth gear, shooting forward between a thin, three foot gap of the front end of a mini-van and the back end of a truck, making the gap bigger between first and second.

This is too easy, she thought. The next turn was coming quickly, another right, and she cut across the two right most lanes, taking it close to the sidewalk, before cutting back across to the middle lane, for the left turn she knew was ahead.

"Fuck me," she hissed, seeing the red light. She slowed down only slightly, and cut into oncoming traffic, expertly weaving in and out of a handful of cars. She stayed in the western bound breakdown lane for the corner, only to start weaving in and out of cars again, to get back into her side of traffic.

The next two turns were rights, and it would bring the group three blocks behind where the race had started. She glanced into the motorcycle mirror and saw that the Nissan was only three car lengths behind her.

Damn, this guy's good, she thought.

"Not as good as me," she said under her breath, smirking. Opening the throttle, the gap grew a bit wider, and she slowed down only marginally to take a wide turn. Any sharper and she would have had to decelerate, but it was an fair sacrifice she thought. For the next block she stayed in the outside two lanes, before cutting back across for a sharper corner than the previous one. She knew by the sound screeching that the Nissan wasn't out of the race yet.

Oh shit. Straight away.

She shifted smoothly into fifth, before revving the bike. Kyle was going to kill her if he ever found out.

She was passing cars left and right, keeping a steady speed. She heard a crash in the distance, and she looked into the mirror again. The second place driver had finally turned the corner, side swiping a civilian car. She was nearly a block ahead of the car, but without nitrous, she would have to keep going. Coming from the outside of town, traffic was thinner for the last bit than any of the other parts of the race.

One block left. Come on Em, you have this.

She heard what she could only consider a small explosion, and she knew her time was up. With the finish line merely a hundred yards away, the Nissan was gaining quickly. Throwing away her last reserves, Emma shifted into sixth, and the bike roared in her ears as she opened the throttle nearly full force.

Hearing another crash, much closer, she cut infront of a Mac truck, shielding her bike from the wreckage. Seeing the clog of people and cars ahead, the little traffic that there was was turning off for a different route. She didn't let off her throttle until she blew through where she had started, adrenaline pumping through her veins.

Holy shit, I almost died, she thought, not without reason. The Nissan had screeched to a halt right after her, and the pair had left several more skid marks than were already on the road.

"Yeah! Give it up for my kid Rudy!"

If Emma hadn't been sitting on her bike still, there was a high possibility she would have been knocked over.

Racing in LA is so bomb, she thought with a grin.

"Oh chica, I'm sorry for doubting you," Carlos said once he got close.

Emma shrugged.

"No big," she said with a grin behind the face shield.

She looked over to the Nissan, the driver already out of the car. A thin guy with dark hair and grey-blue eyes was looking at the drivers side, assessing the slight damage.

"Woo Vince, Rudy got you good," Carlos said, moving from Emma to the Nissan driver.

"Yeah. Good race," he said grudgingly after a minute, when he turned from the side of his car.

It had been a good race. But Emma saw how hard it was for him to put his ego aside.

"You too."

The taller guy just nodded back, turning back to his car.

"Don't take it personal. Vince just hates losing in general," Carlos suggested. "Here you are Rudy. Don't spend it all in one place."

Emma took the envelope from Carlos, looking inside of it for a moment. Ten grand in one night. Not a bad pay off.

"Thanks. See you Friday night."

"What chica? Friday? No, we race every night. See you tomorrow."

"I have a 9-5 job," she explained. "Four nights a week," she added afterwards.

The hispanic man shook his head.

"Well... you do what you gotta. You have my number, just call, I'll tell you where next time."

Emma nodded.

"Sure thing."

"Vamanos Eduardo, come on. Later chica."

The woman nodded.

Well, that was enough excitement for one night. Better grab some food and get home before Kyle goes spastic.

She pushed the bike through the crowd before starting it up. She drove off at a leisurely pace, haste of racing gone.

"What do you think?" Vince asked when Mia and Letty walked over.

"You just got your ass handed to you," the latino woman answered for the pair.

"I meant about the car," Vince glared at his friend. She crouched down, feeling over the wrecked side.

"Well, the only damage is to the body work," she said after a minute. "Including a new paint job, you should be ready within a few days."

Vince nodded.

"That's what I figured."

"Well then, why'd you ask for my input?"

"To see if I missed anything."

Letty gave a short nod, clicking her tongue.

"So where's this kid? Anyone with the balls to drive a bike like that is worth meeting."

"Just left."

Letty nodded again, adding a shrug.

"Maybe next time, then."

My current muse for the story:
www . imdb . com/media/rm3607009536/nm0735442
Absolutely gorgeous, is she not? Do remember to remove the spaces.