A/N: To Firefly-class and any others who may have a similar question: The way I look at it, Dom has nothing to prove. He's proved he still loves Letty, by still wanting to be around and being there when she needs him to be, and looking after her. That's why it was so hard for her to move on in the first place. He wanted to get back together, but she was too preoccupied stressing other things to see that. Letty's reaction after they have sex is more about her fear of her own feelings than anything he has done to her in particular, because she initiated sex several times, even if she was drunk. Letty's a very self-reliant, independent, stubborn character. So the fact she was voluntarily willing to entrap herself with Dom and children is petrifying for her. I'm not sure if I made that clear in the chapter but she freaked and that was her way of dealing with it. They're both very complicated. I'm really trying to make the story as grey as possible, so that you can't easily blame one or the other, but it's hard writing the male point of view sometimes.

Dom found himself in front of the train tracks he used to race by when he was in high school. A half-empty bottle of Bacardi sat in his passenger seat. He was waiting for the traffic light to turn green so he could run a quarter mile at full throttle. He had been doing this for the last hour in hopes he could get rid of the pain he was feeling. It was not working. He felt himself surrender to what he believed was truly the end of a great love. The fact that Letty let someone touch her, let alone intensely kiss someone other than he, meant she was truly adamant about moving on. He had said so many times she deserved someone else, someone better, but the incarnation of such words had unforeseen affects on his heart. Dom had never seen the guy before and hoped that if she was serious about him that he was in fact all those things he could not be. However, it did not diminish the pain he felt at the thought her belonging to someone else. It was a revolting image that would not leave his mind. His chest clenched and his hand gripped his steering wheel with all his might. He just wanted to destroy something and shred it to pieces, but he had no target in sight.

The Bacardi was making him lazy and slightly compromised his precision. It was numbing his body, but not his mind like he had intended it to. When he got home no one was there just as he had hoped. Dom made his way to his room, finished his bottle, and knocked out. He dreamed of her with him doing things Dom would normally do, saying the words he would say as he stood behind bars forced to watch. He woke up in a cold sweat in his clothes from the night before at the sound of his phone ringing.

"Hello?" He asked his voice gruff with sleep.

"Yo, what the fuck happened last night? You lucky I got laid or I'd be fucking pissed at you for leaving like that." Vince asked from the other line.

"Nothing, just wanted to do my own thing."

"Kevin just called me. He's trying to get a couple guys together to go paint-balling in a few hours. You trying to go?"

"I don't know about all that."

"Call me back and let me know 'cause I'm going." Dom sighed. He decided it would have been best to engage in a distracting activity rather than sulk in his room all day. The guys met up and played for hours. It was a combat style capture-the-flag game. Dom's team won, his competitive side almost causing an altercation with an opponent from the other team. Overall it was an adrenaline testosterone filled experience that allowed him to take his mind off Letty. He had made the decision to completely let go of her, just how she had requested. Dom realized that the circles they had been running around for months were extremely unhealthy for the both of them. The guys went to a bar to celebrate their win. This was then followed by a long visit to a gentleman's bar, and then finally they reached a rather small party in Downtown, LA.

"Fuck dog after seeing all them titties I gotta find me a girl that's down to fuck tonight." Leon told them as they entered the party.

"I know that's right." Vince agreed. Dom stayed quiet screening his perimeters. It had been a long time since he had intentionally gone after a woman, but seeing as how they usually came to him he did not anticipate too much of a struggle. He moved to the kitchen to get a drink.

"Hello stranger." He heard a small voice behind him. He turned around to see who it was.

"Veronica. It's been a long time." He said smoothly. Veronica had been a girl he used to hook-up with on occasion during high school. In fact he was still seeing her when he and Letty first started fooling around.

"Yes it has. You're like a ghost. No one ever knows when you're gonna show up."

"I like the element of surprise." She moved up closer to him.

"You know my number hasn't changed."

"Yeah?"

"Yeah, would it hurt you to call an old friend?" She asked coquettishly. Dom smirked.

"I got a lot of friends." She stepped up closer to him; inches from his face.

"Not too many hope." Veronica said with a small tantalizing bite of her lip.

"Don't worry you're definitely in my top few." She giggled slightly.

"Veronica! Let's go!" Her friend yelled from afar. Veronica did not break eye contact with Dom.

"Call me. Ok?"

"Yea I'll call you."

"You better." She told him walking away.

"I'll call you." He repeated as his eyes darkened. It was proving to be a successful night for Dom. A couple of more girls came up to him. The boys entertained them, but one little misses did catch his attention, Stacy Tran. They had been staring at each other all night. Her eyes were sultry and piercing. The fact that she was Johnny's sister made her all the more alluring. Dom was definitely a predator. He loved himself a good chase. While in the mist of conversation with his boys and a couple of other girls, he abruptly stood up and walked up to her. Stacy gave him a coy smile and he licked his lips attentively.

"What's up?" He greeted her. She eyed him curiously.

"You've been checking me out." Stacy stated.

"You sure about that?"

"You gonna deny it?" Dom's lips twitched slightly with a shadow of a smirk.

"You've been checking me out."

"You think you're hot shit."

"That's not in question right now." She smiled at his comment.

"You know my brother has an unspecified hatred towards you."

"I'm aware."

"Aren't you scared of what he'd do if he saw you trying to talk to me?"

"He's irrelevant." She scoffed slightly.

"Well aren't you bold. No one talks about my brother like that."

"I aint scared of your brother. Your brother is scared of me. He can't seem to handle the constant disappointment."

"Is that so. Maybe we should teach him a lesson." She said suggestively as she closed the small gap between them.

"Is this really happening right now?" Vince asked himself out loud from a distance. Leon and Jessie looked in Dom's direction.

"Oh shit, he about to hook-up with Tran bro! No wonder he asked me for a condom at the titty bar. Our dude is def trying to fuck tonight." Leon informed him.

"She's hot." Jessie commented. "Smokin."

"Shit's about to get real." Vince commented insinuatingly.

"Word-up, honey is so hot I'd let her give me AIDS." Leon said not truly understanding what Vince meant.

"You're a dumbass." Vince told him turning to the girl he had been tongue-wrestling with. Dom took Stacy upstairs. He knew how pissed off he would be to find out that some stranger had sex in his bedroom, and so out of respect went for a rather large closet. He was hoping to use the bathroom, but the line was too long. He wanted to get it over with before he could change his mind. Stacy kept trying to kiss him on the lips, but he kept diverting them to other places. He suckled her neck and turned her over. She had a nice tight form fitting dress. He was actually surprised to find she had underwear on considering how tight it looked on her body. He leaned up against her briefly undoing his belt so that he could partially push down his pants enough to free himself. He placed a condom on and fucked her. Dom would have been lying if he claimed not to have enjoyed himself, but there was no comparison to how things were with Letty. For instance, he found Stacy to be annoyingly loud. She worked too hard at playing at sexy which turned him off somewhat, and during the act itself Dom found that he needed to close his eyes and picture Letty becoming undone beneath him in order to finish.

"Toretto!" He heard Johnny yell from the other side of the door.

"Oh shit!" Stacy hissed pulling down her skirt.

"Relax." Dom told her as he zipped up his fly. He went to open the door.

"You motherfucker!" Johnny said when he saw that Dom in fact had been with his sister. Johnny punched Dom in the jaw, but Dom's stance did not falter.

"I'm gonna let you have that one, but try that shit again Johnny and I'll break both your fucking hands." Dom pushed his way aside and made his way downstairs.

"Don't you have any self-respect? Out of all people you pull this shit with him!" He heard Johnny yell at Stacy. It felt good to have shown Johnny up by nailing his sister. It did wonders for his male ego. Dom hoped, however, that troubles limited itself to that night. Unfortunately, he was poorly mistaken.

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