Disclaimer: I own nothing dealing with The Fast and The Furious. I'm temporarily borrowing the characters from the movie, but not making a cent off of it.

A/N: This story has nothing to do with cars. Well, not really at least. I merely borrowed Dom, Vince, Leon, Jesse, Brian, and Mia. (Oh, and Letty's name a couple of times. This is just a story for fun. You might not like it. There will be lots of love and affection. Plus a good storyline I hope. It's a story about a group of people finding themselves and in the process they fall in love and step into all kinds of traps and dilemmas along the way. Brian/Mia, Dom/OC, Vince/OC, Leon/OC, and Jesse/OC.

"What do you mean we're going to Texas?"

They'd been in Mexico for nine months. Brian had finally got word to them that they were in the clear. They could go back if they wanted to, however it might be a good idea to try some place else for awhile. It seemed the Trans were up in arms over the death of Johnny and Lance; their crown prince and his second in command.

The team had agreed to forgive Brian for his deceit. They agreed that Brian had shown loyalty to them by turning away from his profession, and saving their asses in more than one way. There was still anger there that someone they'd come to trust had lied to them, and Vince was pretty smug over having been right. It had been a hard nine months. Mia was pining for Brian, alternating between anger and despair. Dom had talked to her, and explained that Brian had done what he thought right, and in the end chosen them. Then he'd told her he truly felt that Brian loved her. That had seemed to help, but it was hard on her not seeing him. Vince had come down to Mexico three months before when he'd completed his physical therapy for his arm. There was scarring there, but he could still use it and in the end that was what had counted. Leon had lost some of his carefree attitude, but had stayed with Dom. Jesse had come with Vince. Dom had cried when he'd heard that Jesse had pulled through. He was still weak, but he was growing stronger.

The only one who'd left them was Letty. She hadn't been able to forgive Dom. Hadn't been able to look past the disaster he'd led them into when they hadn't wanted to go in the first place. Every time she looked at him her eyes were haunted. Physically she'd healed completely, but mentally those scars would take a lot longer than nine months. So she'd told him goodbye. She'd kissed him one last time and walked out of his life; out of all of their lives. It almost hit Mia harder than it had Dom, as she'd lost her female confidant.

"Brian called. Says that things seem to be cooling down back home, but thought maybe before going back we should stay on his cousin's ranch in Texas. Wait for Jesse to be 100. He'd meet us there. We don't have to stay for long." he told them. He was tired, and he wanted to be back in the states.

They finally agreed, and Dom called Brian to tell him they'd do it. Brian gave him directions and told him he'd meet them there. His cousins had inherited their parent's ranch when they'd died in a small Cessna plane crash. From what Brian had told him they owned and ran a prosperous spread. Dom really didn't know what that meant. He'd never been on a ranch; he'd been a city boy born and bred.

When Brian finally pulled up to the gate that led into The Celtic Cross Ranch he was exhausted. He'd driven straight from L.A. to Brady Texas. He hadn't seen his cousins in what seemed like forever, but he remembered how much fun they'd had growing up. The last time he had seen them all was when they were eleven, and he'd been thirteen. When he'd called to see if he and his friends could come his cousin Quin had welcomed them. He'd shared the basics on what had happened. They had a right to know who would be coming into their home. Quin told him it didn't matter; just get there. The land stretched for miles past his eyes, but he could see the magnificent ranch house in the distance. An old blue pick up truck was making its way down the road towards him. Brian figured it was his cousin Quin. He'd called when he was five minutes away. The truck pulled up and came to a stop. The door swung open and a denim clad leg ending in a worn brown cowboy boot stepped out. When the girl followed the leg Brian almost swallowed his tongue. The woman was tall, standing at least 5'10" tall. She had a hard, toned body that curved in all the right spots, and you could tell she was accustomed to manual labor. Her skin was toasted bronze from hours spent in the sun, and her gold hair had liberal highlights streaked naturally by the sun. Currently she was clad in the boots, faded jeans which were frayed at the waist and rode low on her hips, a John Deere tank top that was cut two inches above her taut, muscled stomach, and a worn cowboy hat. She sauntered over to him with a smirk on her lovely face.

"My, my, my," she drawled out in her Texas twang. "If I'd known you were gonna grow up into such a handsome devil, I wouldn't have listened to Daddy when we had the talk about kissin cousins."

"Holy shit!" He exclaimed. "Quin?"

"Guess I changed more than you did, eh Bri?" she walked to the man and hugged him. He hugged her close.

"God Quin, it's great to see you." He held her close and felt like crying. Here was someone that he'd always been so close to. Even when they hadn't seen each other.