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Author's Note: Thanks to everyone who reviewed. It makes me write faster.

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"Hey Dom, can I ask you a favor?" Brain asked as he stepped into the office in the back of the store, where Dom had gone back to his stack of annoying paperwork.

"She can stay as long as she wants," Dom didn't even have to look up from the desk to know what Brian had planned to ask, "ask long as someone is willing to share a room with her. I don't hr sleeping on the couch, because we have parties so often."

"I think I know just the person," Brain smiled, "thanks Dom. You know, you might want to consider hiring her. She's a great mechanic, and she's won every race she's ever been in, even after she got rid of all her NOS."

"I'll think on that," Dom agreed, "but don't push it."

"Alright," Brian said, and then went off in search of Vince. He wasn't hard to find. He was standing in front of the open hood of the Ford Taurus he had been working on, staring off towards the garage office, where Krysta was looking at Jesse's car programs.

"V, would you mind sharing your bed?" Brian asked his after he snapped out of his daze.

"With who? For how long?" Vince asked in reply.

"Krys. I don't know how long," Brian informed him, "maybe a couple of weeks until she gets her own place, and maybe forever. You can never tell with her." Vince smiled at that.

"Sure, no problem," he said.

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Krysta helped out at the garage for the rest of that day and did a wonderful job, earning herself more respect. The team had a barbecue that night, and she was invited.

"Need any help?" she asked Mia, who had been cooking for about an hour.

"Sure," Mia replied, "can you put the chicken in that pan and pour the marinade over it then cover it in plastic wrap to keep the flies out?" Krys nodded and put the meat in the pan and opened the marinade bottle. She sniffed at it for a second and then shook her head.

"I have a better idea," she said. She went to the fridge and took out a Corona and a lemon. She poured about the third of the Corona over the meat and then cut the lemon open and squeezed that all over it then got some spices from the spice rack and sprinkled them over it. She took a sniff, "That's better." She put plastic wrap over the top and set it outside next to the grill, and then went back inside and proceeded to help with mashed potatoes and corn on the cob. A while later Vince came in to help take everything outside.

"How can you and Brian possibly like Mia's tuna?" he asked as he and Krys each picked up a dish and carried them out.

"You look like that question's been floating around in your head all day, V," Krys said, and he shrugged, "We grew up in New York together with my mama's tuna. I don't think there was even any REAL tuna in that shit." She chuckled a little, and then went back inside to grab another dish, and Vince went over to help Dom fire up the grill.

15 minutes later, everything had been brought out and everyone was sitting around the picnic table, except for Dom, who was taking the last of the chicken off the grill. When he was finished, he set the tray in the middle of the table and sat down. Krys, who hadn't eaten in a while, reached in and grabbed a chicken leg.

"Ooooh," Jesse chuckled, "Ha! Wasn't me this time!"

"Huh?" Krys looked confused, so Brian explained.

"The first person to reach in to get food says grace," he said.

"Grace," Krys mumbled sarcastically, and then looked around, "No? Not good enough? I'm an atheist, but oh well, I guess I've got stuff to be thankful for. Dear Heavenly Spirit, thank you for cars, thank you for speed and the feeling of the wind through my hair when I'm driving with the top down, thank you for friends, and most of all, thank you for family.even if they're not blood." She smiled over at Brian.

"Amen," everyone said, and she could tell the actually meant it, and weren't just saying it so they could eat sooner. They all grabbed some chicken and other stuff and started eating.

"This is good chicken," Brian said, "wait.is this your Papi's famous chicken recipe?"

"I remembered it was your favorite, Little Bro," Krys said, "I thought you might enjoy a blast from the past."

"Yo, this is the best damn chicken I've ever had," Vince said, and everyone agreed.

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Author's Note: Sorry. I'm craving chicken right now so it's creeping into my writing. I'll skip ahead to a point where all the chicken is gone, so you don't have to go though the agonizing torture of the TFATF characters talking about chicken any longer. Anyway, back to the story.

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"Dom says you can stay here as long as you want," Brian told Krysta as they were doing the dishes. They had given Mia the night off, since they had both been brought up in homes where the cook never cleaned.

"Really?" Krys asked, "That's good. I really had no idea where I would stay. Probably a hotel, because I've been sleeping in my car since I left New York, and still only twice, so I really need a good night's sleep in a real bed and soon."

"Vince is willing to share his with you," Brian chucked deviously.

"Oh really?" Krys asked with raised eyebrows, "I got the distinct feeling he didn't trust me."

"Yeah?" Brian asked, "Well I got the feeling he wanted to jump you."

"Whatever," Krys said as she finished scrubbing and rinsing the last of the dishes, then grabbed her leftover Corona from the counter, leaving Brian to dry them.

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