I still don't own F&F.

caus there'd be Furious 10 by now, starring 2001 Vin Diesel caus let's be real, that Vin Diesel was a god. He was bae. ALSO please review! Tell me what you like, suggest some stuff you wanna see :) Comment, Review, hopefully I'm not complete garbage. 3

Dom was focused on the road, driving as fast as possible without attracting too much attention. He turned onto the highway, making his way to the nearest hospital. In the back seat he heard movement and a groan from Letty. "Ehn," she groaned and winced, sucking in a sharp breath. Dom released the gas enough to look back at her. "Letty," he said, surprised to see her eyes open, even just a little. She frowned and turned her head in his direction, her eyes still not focusing on anything in particular. "Hold on Letty, I'm gonna get you to a hospital," he said, accelerating and changing gears.

"No," Letty half whispered and half groaned. Dom furrowed his brow. "Letty, you need a doctor, you need an x-ray." "No," Letty responded weakly. "Police…questions," she heaved out. "Nothing's broken," she concluded with a heavy exhale. Dom sighed, slowing down and pulling off the highway. He stopped the car to think, rubbing his large hand down his face and coming back up to pinch the bridge of his nose. He knew she was right. There would be questions, documents to sign, identification to be made. He decided to turn back towards the house. At the very least Mia could look her over and take her to the hospital if she thought necessary. Dom had made every decision up to this point and so far his track record wasn't very good considering Letty was bruised and bloodied in the backseat. He decided to let her make this call. If she didn't want to go to a hospital he wasn't going to force another decision on her.

"Letty," Dom sighed deeply, "I'm gonna drive back to the house. I need you to tell me if you need a hospital. I know you don't want to be questioned but I need you to tell me honestly tonight and I'll have Mia bring you in. Understand?" Letty nodded weakly, eyes shut now. She relaxed her head onto the seat and seemed to drift back into unconsciousness within a matter of seconds.

When they pulled up to the house it was dark. Mia's car was gone. Dom assumed she'd chased Brian down to beat whatever information out of him she could. He rethought that…Mia wouldn't have to beat Brian, he'll probably volunteer any information she wants, he thought. He was starting to think that Brian would probably end up a regular in his life seeing as Mia couldn't seem to stay away. He shook his head. Brian was a good guy at heart but Dom wasn't ready to forgive his involvement in allowing Letty to risk her life so recklessly. He opened the back door and carefully scooped Letty out of the car, walking her into the house and up to their room. He laid her on the bed and gathered towels out of the bathroom. Dom wet the towels with warm water and sat next to Letty, gently dabbing at the blood on her face and the cuts on her arms. She had little bits of glass imbedded in her skin and he did his best to brush them away without hurting her. Letty let out a sigh as Dom applied pressure to the wound on her head. He lifted her upper body into his lap to make her more comfortable. She winced and tensed a little but relaxed into him, quickly overcome again with unconsciousness. Dom assumed she was exhausted rather than concussed and allowed her to sleep as he cleaned and dressed her wounds.

When he was finished he removed her dirty clothes and wrapped her in a blanket, laying her gently in the bed. Dom sighed as his work was completed. For the first time since his return the air was still and peaceful but within him a storm raged. His rage tangled with a deafening sensation of guilt and regret. I did this, he thought, looking over Letty's sleeping form. He sat there watching her for a long time, much like he had the night he left her in the Dominican Republic.

"I don't want you around when they catch up to me."

"Ride or Die... Remember?"

That night flashed in his mind over and over again. He remembered the look in her eyes after she said they would figure things out. He hadn't responded but he could see recognition in her eyes. She'd known at that moment that he'd ultimately make the decision to leave, even though she didn't want to accept it. He chuckled a little. I should've known better, he thought to himself. He'd known Letty since she was 15 years old. She'd been stubborn and determined since the day they'd met. He should've known she wouldn't have taken his departure lying down. He should've known she'd make a way to have him back. Letty didn't take "No" for an answer. Not ever. It was part of why he'd fallen for her. Her fierce determination, her fearless stubbornness drew him to her like a moth to a flame. He should have known. But instead he acted as if he'd never known Letty. He'd acted as if she wasn't every bit the leading, powerful force that he was himself. Now he was here, kicking himself, hating himself for leading her to take such a risk with her life just to bring him back. His gaze had strayed to the end table next to the bad. Dom looked back over Letty, sighing, relieved to have her safely at home but reeling inside from his own self-hatred and guilt.

"You ride, I ride. You fight, I fight."

He rubbed his forehead and stood, quietly leaving the room. She'd be asleep for a while and Dom needed to clear his head, think through all the stupid mistakes he'd made and how he'd make up for them.