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A/N: I don't know how well this turned out, so please let me know!


That night, after the sun had set, cars upon cars were gathering on Sixth. Sitting on the hood of her aqua and lavender 1999 Toyota Celica, Emperatriz Maria Sanchez watched as the buster pulled into a spot in a bright green Mitsubishi.

"Yo, Spilner!" The Spaniard called out as the blonde young man got out of his car. "Fancy seeing you here."

Hopping off of the hood of her Celica just as the newbie looked at her, she reached in the window. Fuel by Metallica filling the area soon after.

"Metallica?"

Emperatriz looked at the man, slightly shocked, "You know Metallica's music?"

Brian just shrugged as the Spaniard shook her head as Hector came over, "What you runnin' under there, Man?"

When he didn't get a response from the new guy, "You gonna make me find out the hard way?"

"Hell yeah," Brian replied, a stupid grin on his face.

"They call me-" The Latino started to say before he was cut off by the Spaniard.

"Hector."

"Thanks, Triz," Hector said, his brown eyes glancing at the woman, who went back to sitting on the hood of her Celica. He looked back to the man, "I got a last name too, but I can't pronounce it."

"Brian Spilner," the newbie replied, laughing as he shook Hector's hand.

"Typical white boy name," the Latino told him, smirking a little before he turned to lean against the hood of the Mitsubishi. "See that one over there beside Triz's Celica?"

Brian nodded, his blue eyes looking at the car without a hood, "That's my baby. But I ain't cuttin' her loose tonight."

"Why not?"

"Tryna go legit, Homie," the Latino informed him, looking to him. "Tryna get on the NIRA Circuit. You heard 'bout that?"

"Ah hell yeah," Brian responded, nodding.

"Might as well be mincemeat compared to my Celica, Hec," Emperatriz told the Latino, resting against the windshield of her car as the song switched to Getting Away with Murder by Papa Roach.

"Cállate, Emperatriz María Sánchez," he said, his dark brown eyes darting to the Spaniard.

"Hazme, Hector," she replied as a black man named Edwin walked up to the newbie.

"So, what about you, Man?"

"Just waiting for Toretto," Brian replied, stuffing his hands in his pockets.

"Gotta get in line," the black man said to him, walking around the car, looking at it. "This yours?"

"Standin' next to it," the blonde told him, looking to his car.

"You know, Edwin happens to know a few things," the man started, his eyes still on the car. "And one of the things Edwin knows is it's not how you stand by your car. It's how you race your car. Better learn that."

The humming of engines heading their way cut him off, "Oh shit. Here they come," he said, a smile on his face before he and Hector went to their respective cars.

Leon's yellow Skyline stopped in front of Emperatriz's aqua and lavender Celica, smirking at the young woman. Getting out of the yellow car, he slapped her leg lightly. Causing her to jump in surprise.

When Dominic Toretto got out of his red Mazda, he walked up and greeted two scantily clad women. A blonde and a brunette.

Getting out of her car, Letty Ortiz walked up to the three. She made a sound before speaking to the two women.

"Better pack it up before I leave tread marks on your face," she said, her dark eyes staying on the women.

"Okay, whatever," the blonde said before she and her friend left Dominic alone.

"Letty, I was just talking," Dom told his girlfriend, looking at her.

"Yeah, right," she replied before walking passed him.

He turned to Hector, "Hector."

"Yeah, man?" The Latino asked as he walked up, bumping fists with Dom.

"How we doin' this?" Edwin asked, bumping fists with the mocha skinned man as well.

"One race, two G buy in, winner takes all," Dominic said, handing Hector a stack of bills. "Hector holds the cash."

"Why Hector?" Some Asian kid asked as he handed the Latino a stack of bills.

"Because he's too slow to make away with the money, man," the black man replied, smirking as he too handed the Latino a stack of bills.

"Very funny, man," Hector responded, almost glaring at Edwin.

"Alright, good luck guys," Dominic said, a smile on his face as he was about to go back to his car.

"Hey, hold up."

Emperatriz, Leon, Jesse, Shayla, Dominic, and every one of Toretto's crew looked at the man, confused.

"I don't have any cash, but I do have the pink slip to my car," Brian Spilner said to them as he held up the said paper.

Shayla and Jesse looked to each other before looking to Brian.

"You just can't climb in the ring with Ali 'cause you think you box," the blonde mechanic told him before Shayla had the opportunity.

The idiot pointed to Vince, who was sitting on the hood of his Maxima, "He knows I can box," He said, before his eyes darted to everyone there. "Here's how it is: If I lose, winner takes my car; clean and clear. But if I win, I take the cash and the respect."

"Respect," Dominic said, laughing with everyone else joining in.

"Yeah, well, to some people, that's more important."

Emperatriz looked at Mia Toretto, who was standing slightly behind her brother, before poking Leon in the ribs.

"Looks like my guess is right about Mia," She whispered, making sure that to anyone else, it would look like her chin was on his shoulder.

The brunette nodded slightly, his hair covered by a black beanie.

"Yeah, Em," he replied, planting a quick kiss on her lips.

Shayla glanced at her two friends. Grinning widely, she nudged her boyfriend in the ribs, motioning towards their friends before they made their way to the green Mitsubishi.

Popping the hood, Jesse leaned over to inspect the engine.

"Let's see, there's a cool air intake, it's got a NOS fogger system with a T4 Turbo Dominic," Jesse said, standing up, seemingly like he was coming up for air.

Shayla beat him to the punch with finishing the inspection, "AIC Controller, it has direct port nitrous injection."

"And a standalone fuel management system," Dom added, his eyes darting to the blonde newbie. "Not a bad way to spend ten thousand dollars."

Hopping off of her Celica's hood, Emperatriz made her way over to the Mitsubishi, sticking her head in the car. When she pulled her head back out, "Guys. This estúpido has enough NOS to blow him to pieces."

"So, what do ya say?" The blonde asked with a stupid grin on his face. "Am I worthy?"

"We don't know yet," the mocha skinned man said, laughing slightly. "But you're in. Let's go."

The man motioned for everyone to follow the crew as they left.

Shayla followed Jesse in her neon pink 1999 Chevy Corvette and Emperatriz followed Leon in her aqua and lavender 1999 Toyota Celica.

Lining up along the highway, the four racers stopped on the line. Except Brian went over by about half a length. He backed up so he was flush with the other racers before readying his nitrous oxide systems.

Parking her car beside Leon's, Emperatriz slid out the rolled down window and onto the roof of her Celica.

Shayla parked her neon pink car beside Jesse's Jetta before getting out of the car and resting against the white vehicle. The blonde mechanic's hand found the woman's dark one. A grin on his face as his girlfriend kissed his cheek.

Jesse barely heard Shayla tell him in a whisper that she needed to talk to him alone as soon as the race was over and they were back at the Fort.

Letty glanced at her, a knowing look on her face before she turned back to the race at hand