A/N: I got this idea while listening to Rollin' by Limp Bizkit. And I will be posting the translations for the conversations that are in a language other than English.

Disclaimer: I do NOT own Fast and Furious! I only own Shayla Nyugen (Pronounced New-Yen) and any of her family! As well as any that do NOT appear in the movies!


The music was loud as street racers lined up along the street, waiting for Dominic Toretto and his team to show up.

A young man in his mid-twenties walked up to the window of a black Koenigsegg, tapping the glass with his knuckle.

"Hermana, necesito para hablar con usted," He said to the driver.

"¿Qué necesitas, hermano?" was the response he got as the window lowered just enough to hear the voice.

Letting out a frustrated groan, the man responded, "Dominic Toretto va a estar aquí dentro de pocos minutos," he told the driver. "Usted tiene que averiguar si vale la pena su tiempo antes de que llegue. No quiero que pierdas el tiempo con él, Shayla."

"Lo sé, Jose, tengo un buen presentimiento sobre este chico," was the only answer he got before the window was rolled back up.

The man, looking to be a mix of Latino and African descent, pinched the bridge of his nose. Letting out a frustrated groan just as Toretto and his team showed up and exited their vehicles.

Unlike usual, the mocha skinned man looked at each racer as they stood by their cars. As if studying each of them.

"Anyone up to a challenge?" Dominic called out, a grin on his face as he looked to each person. "I'll race one person. They beat me; they get the chance of a lifetime. So, who is up for it?"

Just as every person began speaking at once, a voice cut through the chatter. Shushing everyone.

"I'll do it," the driver said, now leaning against her ride. "I'll even add in my Koenigsegg as a bonus if you beat me."

No one could get a good look at the woman's face because it was hidden by her hat. But, what could be seen was ebony colored hair and dark colored skin covered in dark colored tattoos. Her clothing was simple as it was a pair of black skinny jeans, a black halter top, and a pair of neon green colored Vans.

"¿Está seguro de que, Shay?" Came the hiss from the man behind her. The same man who spoke to the woman earlier.

"Cállate, José. Antes de que yo lo haga por ti," she said to him without sparing him a glance.

The man growled a little before he went back over to another vehicle they came in.

"We have a deal?" She asked, looking up at them finally, looking into Dom's eyes with her mismatched ones.

"Jesse, you know what to do," the man said to someone with him.

"Alright!" He exclaimed as he made his way over to the Koenigsegg with Team Toretto behind him.

The tall, lanky blonde raised the hood to view the engine. Rattling off stuff she didn't need to be told about. She was the one who installed the parts after all. Well, with a little help from her dad and oldest brother.

"How much is under that hood, Jess?" Asked a man from beside Toretto. He was glaring at the challenger.

"About sixty-four grand, Leon," Jesse replied, his blue eyes wide as he looked to the dark skinned woman.

She just smirked at him as she let the hood down.

"Let's get going, Toretto," She said to him, a smirk on her face.

The mocha skinned man nodded to her before him and his team made their way back to their vehicles.

She nodded as well, smirking before she got back in her own vehicle.

Each racer made their way to the designated strip, eager to see Toretto win yet again.

Toretto and the newcomer stopped on the line, waiting for the go ahead. Each readied their nitrous oxide systems for the race, confident in their babies.

The signal was given and the two vehicles sped off, burning rubber in the process. Neck and neck. Within a few hundred feet of the finish, Toretto used his Nos, gaining the lead.

He was confident he was going to win once more. And gain another vehicle in the process. But that thought was shot down as soon as the black Koenigsegg passed him up, crossing the finish by a full car's length.

Every spectator was speechless as they processed the win. When both cars had come to a standstill, Toretto hastily got out of his vehicle. Wanting to know who dared beat him.

The driver's side door to the black Koenigsegg opened up-not out-as the woman exited her car.

"Who are you?" Toretto demanded, slightly angry.

The woman took off her hat, throwing it into the seat before closing the door.

"Name's Shayla Nyugen," She replied, smirking as she rested against her precious baby. "And I do believe that I have the opportunity to work for you, Dominic Toretto."

The man from before ran up to Shayla, speaking in fast Spanish.

"Shayla Nyugen! ¿Cómo puede usted hacer esto? Padre contó con usted!" He shouted, making the woman sigh.

"Jose! Volver a Chicago y traer a mi ahijada aquí. Si no lo hace, yo personalmente asegurarse de que usted no consigue salir con vida," She told him, making the man cringe in fear before he ran off to his own vehicle and burning rubber out of there.

Shayla shook her head before walking over to Toretto, holding her hand out to him. He looked at her outstretched hand before looking to her eyes. He shook her hand, his eyes not leaving her deep chocolate brown eye and her bright caramel eye.

"I will expect to see you at the garage at ten sharp, Miss Nyugen," Dominic told her, nodding.

"See you there, Toretto," She told him, every person there dispersing as the event was over. "But, I will be there after Yuki arrives tomorrow morning."

Toretto nodded before him and his crew retreated to their vehicles. She felt someone watching her, so she looked at each person in the crew. She found the one who was staring at her. It was Jesse. Shayla winked at him before she opened the door to her Koenigsegg, making him blush.

The engine roared to life, the only sound heard was the soft purring of the motor. She made her way past the crew before speeding off.

The next morning, while the crew was in the garage working, Shayla Nyugen made her way into the little shop called Toretto's with a little girl no older than two clinging to her side.

She saw a woman that resembled Dom behind the counter, working.

"Excuse me, I'm looking for Dominic," she said, gaining the woman's attention.

"He's in the garage up the road," She answered, confused. "Who are you?"

"Name's Shayla Nyugen," she told her as she picked up the little girl with her, setting her on her hip. "And this is Yuki, my daughter."

"Mia Toretto," She said, smiling at the little girl. It suddenly dawned on her who the woman with the little girl was. "You're the one who beat my brother in a race."

"Fast one aren't you, Mia?" Shayla asked laughing as Yuki hid her face in her mother-figure's ebony colored hair.

"Mommy, men coming," Yuki Nyugen squeaked, peeking out from behind Shayla's hair.

Shayla looked in the direction that Yuki was, seeing Jesse and Vince walking their way.

"It's El Guapo Mozo and Persona Desabrida," The youngest Nyugen sibling called out, laughing at their faces.

"What did you call us?" The older man asked, glaring at the young woman.

"If ya wanna know, ask that Hector fellow," She replied, smirking.

"Ignore him," Jesse said, a little jittery. "But, Dom wants to see you in the garage. ASAP."

Shayla nodded, "Alright," she told them before turning to Mia. "You wouldn't mind watching my daughter, would ya?"

"Not at all," The female Toretto said, smiling as Shayla passed Yuki to her arms.

"You're gonna stay with Mia, Yuki," She told the two year old girl in the eyes. "Mommy has to take care of something."

"But, Yuki want Rubia Hombre Bonito," the little girl said as she looked right at Jesse and held her arms out to him.

Shayla glanced at Jesse and Vince, before looking back to Yuki, "Yuki, if you behave for Mia, I will take you to get ice cream. And maybe Rubia Hombre Bonito will join us. Is that a deal?"

Yuki nodded, her little arms wrapping around Mia's neck but her big brown eyes were still watching Jesse.

Shayla stood straight, her ebony hair falling over her shoulder. She turned to the men, "Lead the way."

"Mommy! Yuki don't want un convite!" The little girl cried out all of a sudden, trying to get to Jesse. "Yuki don't want Hermana de Dom! Yuki want Rubia Hombre Bonito!"

Shayla was shocked, 'Yuki has never acted like this trying to get to someone she just met,' she thought, her gaze going to Jesse's shocked form.

Shayla hurried to her niece, taking her from Mia. The little girl was still trying to get to Jesse, which was extremely unusual.

"Jesse, Yuki wants you to carry her up there," Shayla said, walking up to the stunned young man.

Jesse started backing away as if he was afraid of something but Vince stopped him from going anywhere, "Why does the kid want Jess to carry her?"

"I don't know," the woman admitted. "She's never been like this with anyone."

"Just carry the kid, Jess," Vince told the blonde man next to him. "I don't wanna hear her whining for you to carry her."

Jesse looked to the dark haired man next to him, nervous.

"I-I-I-I've n-n-never held a k-k-kid, V," He stuttered, his baby blue eyes wide.

Shayla shook her head; this was a new thing for Yuki.

"Just carry her like I am, Jess," the woman said to him, smiling gently. "Yuki isn't going to be quiet until you do."

"Por favor, Rubia Hombre Bonito," Yuki pleaded, finally giving him her best puppy dog face.

'She sure knows how to use that face,' Shayla Nyugen thought, still amazed by this toddler.

It seemed like an eternity before Jesse-still wide-eyed- nodded in agreement. The woman his age sighed as she handed the little girl over to the clueless male. He set Yuki on his hip, just like he saw Shayla do.

The little girl rested her head on Jesse's shoulder, trying to get as close to him as she could.

Mia laughed a little. She had heard little kids could sense what's in a person's heart just like an animal could.

"Rubia Hombre Bonito," the dark haired little girl whispered, holding on to Jesse's vest.

"Let's go before Leon sends a search party for us," the dark haired man said, walking in the direction the two came from beforehand.

The two nineteen year olds followed suit, Shayla noticing Jesse staring at her skin.

The woman smirked before answering what most people asked, "Mom was half Latino and half African American, Dad was half Japanese and half Irish."

"Oh," was all the nervous boy could say as they continued to walk.

When the trio (Plus Yuki) stepped inside the garage, gasps of surprise sounded. Dom's voice rising above the others.

"Who is the kid Jess is carrying?"


Hermana, necesito para hablar con usted. - Sister, I need to talk to you.

¿Qué necesitas, hermano?- What do you need, Brother?

Dominic Toretto va a estar aquí dentro de pocos minutos, - Dominic Toretto is going to be here within the next few minutes,

Usted tiene que averiguar si vale la pena su tiempo antes de que llegue. No quiero que pierdas el tiempo con él, Shayla. - You need to figure out if he is worth your time before he gets here. Don't want you to waste your time on him, Shayla.

Lo sé, Jose, tengo un buen presentimiento sobre este chico,- I know, Jose, I have a good feeling about this guy,

¿Está seguro de que, Shay?- Are you sure Shay?

Cállate, José. Antes de que yo lo haga por ti.- Shut up, Jose. Before I do it for you.

Shayla Nyugen! ¿Cómo puede usted hacer esto? Padre contó con usted!- Shayla Nyugen! How could you do this? Father counted on you!

Jose! Volver a Chicago y traer a mi ahijada aquí. Si no lo hace, yo personalmente asegurarse de que usted no consigue salir con vida.- Jose! Return to Chicago and bring my goddaughter here. If you do not, I will personally ensure that you do not get out alive.