Author's Notes: Okay guys this is the end! I am going to write an epilogue also, but this is pretty much wrapping up the story here, just dealing with a few emotional issues for Dom and Letty and bringing them back around to getting fixed. So this whole chapter is pretty emotional so be warned on that one. Hope you've all enjoyed!

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"Ooh the reason I hold on
Ooh cause I need this hole gone
Funny you're the broken one but I'm the only one who needed saving
Cause when you never see the light it's hard to know which one of us is caving"

Stay - Rihanna

In the end they had let Vegh get away.

Shaw's operation was destroyed; the man himself was dead, as were most of his former associates, with Klaus being held in custody in the Canary Islands before he could be transferred. Plus, Hobbs had said, she was a driving target in that damn flip car. She wouldn't get far. It was time to let the law clean up the loose ends.

It was time to go home.

Home to LA. A place she hadn't been in over two years now. A place many of them hadn't been in longer.

Hobbs had finalized the paperwork with them and it had all passed in a daze from there, driving to the airport, passing through customs and boarding a flight home.

Worn out, Letty had collapsed in her seat next to Dom and crashed, out cold for the first half of the flight. She blinked sleepily awake to find the cabin dim and Dom asleep beside her. Across the aisle, Gisele and Han were watching some movie together on a small laptop. In front of them Roman was passed out while Tej was playing some sort of game on a tablet. Brian and Mia were in front of her and Dom and she knew from the overhead light that at least one of them was awake.

"Mia?" she hissed quietly and the other woman shifted to peer at her through the space between the seats.

She smiled. "Hey. I thought you'd be unconscious the whole flight," she said softly.

"Very funny," she muttered. "Did they serve food yet?"

"Nope. I would have woken you. We did get snacks though. Here…" she rustled around. "I got you some apple chips."

Letty wrinkled her nose slightly, but took the bag and opened it. Beggars couldn't be choosers after all.

"How you holding up?" Mia asked after a moment.

"Okay… I guess. Kind of nervous about being back in LA," she admitted.

"Why? Aren't you excited to go home?"

"Mia… I'm not the same person I was. And Dom and I…" she trailed off, biting down on her lower lip.

"He mentioned that… Shaw told you about Elena," Mia replied.

"I think it's a conversation I should probably have with your brother."

"You should but you should also know something Letty," Mia whispered. "I was there to see my brother after we thought you'd died. You don't understand… the kind of mess he was. For a long time. I'm being honest when I tell you that he didn't want to live. He was just trying to be happy for me."

Letty winced, looking at the window shade for a moment. She glanced at Dom, who was still soundly asleep. She remembered he could sleep through just about anything. So could she.

"I understand that. But… there's still things that are not okay between us."

"I know," Mia admitted. "Talk to him."

"I will… just not here."

"Only four more hours till we land in Los Angeles," Mia laughed.

"Oh great, only. They better give us food soon."

They had served dinner shortly after that, and Dom had woken up to eat something. He told her about how he and Brian were both trying to get Vince to pick his favorite type of car, and she laughed at the image of them battling it out with little toys, shaking her head.

"Kid can't even talk yet, let alone drive, Dom," she said with a smirk.

"He still likes the Charger better," he replied.

"I heard that," Brian said from in front of them. "He does not."

"You two are impossible," Mia laughed.

"Look Dom," Brian began, poking his head around the side of his seat. "How about you have your own kid, and you can get him into muscle cars and let me worry about my son?"

Dom only laughed. "As if that would stop me."

"Brian you're fighting a losing battle here," Letty told him. "Just quit while you're ahead."

They passed the rest of the trip talking. Mia showed every picture of Vince that she had on her phone and she was beaming with motherly pride. Brian described how they found out she was pregnant not long after they'd ended up in Rio, on the run. He told the story about how they'd stolen some drug lord's money, dragging a damn safe through the city behind their cars. She'd listened with some disbelief, and some envy. How she wished she'd been there with them through all of that. How she'd wished she'd seen Vince again before he'd died. That she'd been there when little V had been born.

But there was no way to change those things now. She just had to move on.

When they landed in LA her mind wasn't anymore settled than it had been before. They took a taxi home, her and Mia and Brian and Dom all piling into one car. The others went their separate ways for the moment, promising they'd be by the house the next day.

Letty stared out the window as they drove, watching the familiar scenery. Things had changed. In a city this size nothing ever stayed the same, but some things did. The path the airport was one she'd driven many times before and she let her mind drift on the drive home.

When they arrived at the house Dom and Mia's aunt was waiting for them, along with baby Vince. He was just as adorable as he looked in all the pictures and once Mia took him in her arms he refused to let go.

"He missed his Mommy," Brian said and the two of them quickly disappeared inside with the chattering aunt to tend to their baby.

Dom paid the taxi driver and stood beside her for a moment, staring up at the place. The house was in need of some care…. A fresh coat of paint, some serious landscaping, but it still looked mostly the same as the last time she'd seen it.

"Been a long time," Dom mumbled, starting up the driveway.

Letty followed him, biting down on her lower lip. The yard was overgrown; the old grill was tucked against the side of the garage with the canvas cover pulled over it, coated in a fine layer of dust.

"Seen better days," she murmured, looking around.

"And will again," he told her, putting his arm around her.

Letty sighed, leaning into him. "Dom…"

"We need to talk, huh?" he asked, tugging her over to the back steps where he sat.

She dropped down beside him, wrapping her arms around her legs. She could clearly see the old garage from here. The place where she'd come to sweat off her hurt after he'd left her. With every bit of that Charger she'd repaired as if she'd been trying to fix them. So certain that he'd be home again. Well… at least she was right about that part.

"Look, Dom," she began, turning to face him. "I'm not stupid. You thought I was dead. So I don't exactly expect you to have been Mister Celibate or something. I mean it wasn't like I didn't find you with skanks even when I was around."

He grimaced, rubbing a hand over his face. "Elena is not a…" he must have caught the look on her face because he trailed off. "She's a friend."

"A friend… with benefits?" She arched a brow.

"Sure… whatever, I guess so." Dom allowed. "She understood what it was like to lose someone you love and I guess that was sort of what brought us together."

"Great, wonderful. And what, you just… what, lived with this woman?"

He nodded.

"Dominic did you ever stop to think that it wasn't the thought that you'd fucked another woman that would bother me?" she asked. "Maybe it has more to do with the fact that… god you weren't even serious about us back then and every time we were together it was great and I thought for fucking sure sometimes that you actually loved me."

"Of course I loved you. I do love you. Letty, I never stopped loving you."

"But you wouldn't put any faith in me Dom! In us!" she stood up suddenly. "I wanted so bad to make it work between us. I didn't care that we were on the run or that we'd have to keep running. I just wanted to be with you!"

"I was trying to keep you safe."

"You ditched me in the middle of the night, when you knew I wanted us to stay together, because you wanted to keep me safe? But you were willing to live with some… woman wherever the hell you were because you understood each other's loss? If you loved me so damn much why didn't I get the same consideration?"

"Because I was an idiot," he said softly.

Letty stared at him, the wind blown out of her sails. "What..?"

"I was wrong Letty." He reached for her hand. "I was wrong and I thought that I paid the price by losing you forever. And it took that to make me realize how wrong I'd been. To go against what you wanted."

She let him take her hand, looking down at him. "Well I'm not dead… but I don't know if it's too little, too late Dominic." She turned her head, eyes narrowed. "I look back at our past and I feel like it's just a history of me chasing you."

"Letty…" he squeezed her hand, tugging at her until she sat again. He laced their fingers together and she stared at them, how small her hand was in his, how right it felt. "I know that I probably don't deserve all the second chances I've gotten. But I don't want to be without you. I did that and it wasn't a life worth living."

"You forced me to spend a lot of time without you," she replied. "I can't do that again, Dom. If we're going to be together you can't make decisions for me. I need to trust you."

"I'll do whatever I have to in order to earn your trust back, Letty."

"I love you, Dom," she said softly, dropping her head. "That hasn't changed. I just… I'm not that same girl anymore. I need you to give me something."

He reached over to cup her cheek, lifting her face so that she'd look at him. "Hey… I'm not going anywhere. I won't lose you again. Ride or Die, remember?"

She grinned at him, letting him pull her into his arms. "Yeah, I remember," she murmured. "Ride or Die. Let's make it for good this time…"

It would take some time and some work. But maybe they'd be okay. Maybe they'd be better than they had before.