I won't be rehashing the entire film's events, just pieces and adding things of my own to it, like Owen's involvement lol (it kind of bugged me that they kind of acted like he didn't exist). You all know what happened anyway :)


Even the Devil doesn't recognize you, but I do.

2022

Deckard left the jail from visiting his mother when he was approached by an obvious CIA man. He had full intent on ignoring the bloke, because he didn't really want to do another job for Nobody right now, until a picture of Hattie was pressed against his windshield.

Now, he was sitting and listening to how his sister was being painted as a traitor who had killed her entire team and stole a deadly virus weapon.

None of it sat well with him.

"We're bringing in an asset from the States to assist," the CIA man said.

"I work alone," Deckard insisted.

"Maybe, but your sister is gonna need all the help she can get."

This really didn't sit well with him, but how could he argue? His brain was spinning as he thought about Hattie's situation. It sounded very, very familiar.

...

"What?" Emily asked, staring at Deckard. "Why would Hattie do that? She wouldn't!" Grace was upstairs doing homework, and he was finishing telling her about Hattie. She couldn't believe it.

"I know. Something's not right," he said. He held her gaze, and she knew. It was his situation happening all over again. How ironic.

"What are you gonna do?"

"Well, I'll tell you what I'm not gonna do," Deckard said. "I am not working with Luke Hobbs, that's for damn sure."

"But..." she tried.

"No," he cut her off firmly. "He's a wanker and a git. I'm not doing it." Emily closed her mouth. She had heard his story about Agent Hobbs before. She'd never met the man, but he sounded like he kept her husband on his toes, which sometimes he needed whether he liked it or not.

"So what are you gonna do?" she asked again.

"I'm gonna find Hattie," he answered. "Maybe it's best if you went underground for a bit."

"I'm not hiding," Emily retorted. Deckard responded by taking her arms into his hands and holding her firmly in front of him. She hated hiding. They'd done it enough after all.

"I'm not letting anything happen to you ever again," he said strongly. "Or Grace."

"Decks..."

"Go to the safe house and wait for me there," he interrupted. "Please." Emily wanted to argue, but she knew better. There was something in his eyes that was begging her to just do this one thing for him. At least it was a new safe house they'd be going to since their last one had gotten compromised. She shivered just thinking about it. She could feel the scar on her side almost ache with the memory of what led them to even go to that safe house last time.

"Okay," she said softly. "We will."

"Thank you."

She pulled him in to kiss him hard, feeling as if this could be the last time she ever saw him. He touched her face with his fingers, resting his forehead against hers.

"Bring her home," she whispered.

"I will."

...

Owen was leaning against Deckard's car when he exited Hattie's apartment that night. He watched his brother falter upon seeing him. Owen smirked, noticing the evidence of Deckard getting whacked a few times on his face. Apparently Owen had missed out on a punching party. He was mildly disappointed.

"What?" he asked. "You think I'm just gonna sit idly by while our sister is in trouble? I think not."

"I got this," Deckard insisted, opening his car door.

"Not a chance, Mr. Fancy Pants," Owen said, making Deckard shoot a glare at him. "I'm going, and that's final." Owen wasn't even sure when Deckard had started dressing like a Wall Street guy, but he liked to irritate him by mocking him for it, which was ironic because Owen himself did like a nice suit and had bought some from Emily over the years. It was a sibling thing, really.

"How did you even find out?"

"Mr. Nobody."

"I should have known," Deckard muttered. Owen grinned and went around to the passenger side.

"Did she leave a grenade?" he asked as Deckard got in after he did.

"What do you think?"

"Hattie the Toughie," Owen said, chuckling. "How much you wanna bet she gives me a black eye within ten minutes of seeing me?"

"A hundred quid," Deckard retorted. "And I say five minutes."

"You're on," Owen agreed. He noticed Deckard gave a small smile at this, and he reached to nudge his shoulder. "Hey, we'll figure this out."

"I know we will. It's what we're gonna find that is worrying me," Deckard said.

"You're still fussing over this Eteon thing?"

"Yea, and you should be too."

"Pfft," Owen scoffed, waving his hand. "You've got it covered." He knew it was something he should pay attention to. He knew it probably had connections to Cipher. He just didn't want to let it run his life the way it had for Deckard the last while. Then again, Eteon had really mucked with Deckard's life.

"This is serious shit, Owen. I just killed a bunch of mercenaries after our sister. She's in deep trouble, and it's gonna get worse before it gets better."

"You think Eteon is behind this," Owen stated, understanding now. He pulled out his phone to text Mara and give her the head's up. He didn't want her to get caught sleeping. She still had a very excellent aim with her pistol, and she could leave a damn good bruise on a shin with her chair. He would know.

"Yea, I do."

"Then get driving," Owen said, feeling fear in his stomach now. He didn't want to lose his sister, even if she did hate him.

"Just sit there and shut up," Deckard ordered. Owen mimicked zipping his lips shut and throwing away the key. Deckard rolled his eyes and started the car. Then they were off.

...

"Grace? You ready?" Emily called. Her daughter was grumbling a little bit about having to go to the safe house, but Emily could tell she was a bit scared, too, since their last experience at a safe house wasn't great. Emily was trying to be brave. She just wanted this all to be over with. When someone knocked on the door, she froze. Then she moved to grab the gun under the table and headed to answer it, trying not to have a flashback.

"Don't shoot," Rusty said through the door. "It's just me."

Emily opened it to let him in, and he looked concerned. She hadn't seen him in a long time. He'd gone off the radar after she was rescued from Cipher, and she had the feeling he was searching for something or someone. She didn't know what or who, though. There was just a look on his face sometimes when he looked at her that indicated something was up. It was hard to interpret, and Emily had given up asking him what was wrong. He wasn't telling her.

"Where are you going?" he asked her, noticing the bags.

"Safe house. Hattie's in trouble, and Decks thinks it's Eteon," Emily answered. Concern went through Rusty's eyes, and he cleared his throat.

"Alright. I'll escort you there. Then I'm going to assist..."

"No," Emily cut him off. "Decks is working with Luke Hobbs on it." She knew that was happening no matter what Deckard thought. "Don't get involved."

"Em, it's what I do," Rusty said.

"Please don't. I'm begging you. I...I can't lose everyone over this," she said, her voice breaking. Rusty moved to hug her, and she let him. It was bad enough she feared losing Deckard and Hattie. She couldn't lose her brother too.

"Alright. I'll stay with you and keep you guys safe then," Rusty promised.

"Okay." She didn't fight him. She didn't want to be alone anyway, no matter how tough she made herself look. Grace finally came with her things, and she hugged Rusty and talked about her writing class she was doing. Emily pulled the door closed behind them and locked it.

Then they were off.

...

Owen and Deckard got to the CIA headquarters to find their sister's legs wrapped around a very large man's neck in an attempt to escape. Owen groaned inwardly at the sight of Hobbs again.

Shouting ensued until everyone was aiming a gun at everyone's head. Owen held up two guns, aimed at both CIA agents for good measure.

"Hattie, we gotta go," Deckard was urging. "You've got a lot of bad people after you."

"You think I don't know that?!" Hattie exclaimed angrily.

"You're not going anywhere with your little girlfriend," Hobbs stated firmly. Owen, Deckard, and Hattie all looked at him with a disgusted expression.

"Sod off, she's my sister!" Deckard said loudly. Hobbs looked at Hattie and back at Deckard.

"No way," he said. "She's too pretty."

"Decks," Owen warned, seeing that his brother was about to go for Hobbs's throat. "Focus."

"I'm getting her out of here before she gets killed," Deckard stated.

"I need to take her with me before she kills the entire world," Hobbs argued.

"I'm not bloody well going anywhere because I am the virus!" Hattie shouted, holding up her hand. Owen's stomach sank, and Deckard looked at her in dismay. "I didn't know what else to do, so I injected it into myself. Now, I'm going to go find the guy who can get it out of me, and you're all just gonna sod off and leave me alone! Excuse me." She turned and started to walk away, but Owen tried to stop her. In response, she punched him right in the face.

"Argh, Hat!" Owen exclaimed. He heard a slight snicker from Deckard, and he groaned inwardly. He hated losing. Hattie cracked her neck, withheld her apology, and started to walk away again when an explosion occurred and knocked her down, making all of them duck and hit the floor.

It was chaos. Men appeared, firing rifles at them. Deckard ran for cover along with Owen and Hobbs. When the bullets stopped flying, they fought back, seeing a figure come and pick up their sister and take her away, the rest of the men going with them. All three ran to the edge of the building to see Hattie being rappelled down it on the back of someone.

"On three," Hobbs said, eyeing the rope in front of him. Owen looked at Deckard, who gave a slight shake of his head because he'd seen the elevator. He wasn't going to play Tarzan, and neither was Owen.

"Sure," Deckard lied. Hobbs gave him a look when he grabbed the rope and Deckard did not. Owen was cackling a little as they ran for the elevator.

"What an idiot," he scoffed. Deckard didn't comment as he got them moving. Once on the ground, he and Owen split up and began to fight off the mercenaries.

...

Deckard couldn't believe what he was seeing. Brixton was standing in front of him alive and well. He felt his heart rate climbing and pulsing in his ears. He'd killed Brixton himself. He remembered it very clearly. It was something that still gave him nightmares.

"Two in the heart, one in the head...remember?" Brixton said to him now. "Just like they taught us." Deckard didn't know what to say; he had no words. Then he felt the rage from remembering how his best friend had planned to kill his family.

"Emily and Grace," he said. "You were really going to kill them. They trusted you. I trusted you. You were my best friend."

"It was for the cause," Brixton replied simply. Deckard aimed his gun at Brixton's face, and his former friend gave a slow smile. Hands shaking, Deckard was ready to fire when:

"Decks, let's go!" Owen shouted, making Deckard look at him. He had his hand on Hattie's arm while Hobbs ripped the bag of bombs off the one mercenary and threw it under the car. Deckard jumped out of the way as it exploded. Then he ran for his car.

"Get off of me!" Hattie yelled at Owen, pulling from his grip. Deckard slowed the car for her to get in. Unfortunately, Hobbs insisted on riding with them, not that his giant pistol had any factor in that decision but rather the lack of time to argue about it.

"And where do I go?" Owen asked.

"Hitchhike," Hobbs retorted.

"The trunk," Hattie added, making Hobbs snicker.

"Owen, meet us as the safe house," Deckard said, ignoring them. "Go!" Owen made a face but ran off. Deckard drove off, dodging all of Brixton's men as he went.

...

Hattie couldn't believe that she was in Deckard's safe house with her two brothers standing in front of her. Both wore worry on their faces, and she felt bad that they did, but she also didn't need them to. They'd learned recently from the creator of the virus that if they couldn't get the device to extract the virus from her hand, she was going to die. Sure, it wasn't the best news she'd received today, but it was the risk she'd taken when she'd injected it into herself. That was option one, anyway. They were currently working on option two: Get the device.

"Decks!" Emily called as she ran towards them. Hattie turned away as her brother embraced his wife tightly. She moved to pour herself a drink; Hobbs followed. Owen sauntered around with his hands in his pockets, looking at the cars. Hattie rolled her eyes. How many cars did one need really?

"I'm alright," Deckard was saying.

"What's happening?" Emily asked.

"Hattie's gotta get a virus taken out of her before it kills her and all of us," Owen answered dryly. Hattie ignored him. She hadn't asked for either of them to help her. She wished they weren't there at all. To be honest, she was surprised her father hadn't popped up from the woodwork to try and assist too. She knew her mother couldn't as she was in prison. That was a relief.

"Oh my God," Emily said. "Hattie, you must be scared."

"I'm fine," Hattie said, sipping her drink after handing Hobbs a very full glass. He looked at it before taking a swig.

"So how are you gonna get it out of her?" Emily asked next.

"Gotta go get the device," Deckard replied. "We'll be back as soon as we can. Just sit tight here." Hattie observed the way he was looking at her, and she could tell that he was worried about her safety too, and she didn't blame him. Emily had endured a horrendous trauma with Grace; there was no need to have that happen again.

"Hat!"

She turned to see Rusty hurrying towards her, and she felt slightly stunned. He grabbed her into an embrace, and she instinctively wrapped an arm around his neck as he held her close.

"Are you alright?" he asked, pulling back after a moment and looking at her.

"I wish people would stop asking me that," she answered. It had been a long time since she'd seen him last. The last interaction she'd had with him was to tell him it was over, and she'd ignored his attempts to call and talk to her. She still felt the pull, but she also knew it wasn't a good idea.

"I'm coming with you," he started.

"Absolutely not," Hattie cut him off. "I already have the goon squad coming with me; I don't need a fourth."

"I'm a little offended by that," Hobbs commented, and she shot him a look. He moved to give an intense stare to Rusty.

"I'd feel better if you stayed here with Em," Deckard advised, and Rusty didn't look happy about it, but he nodded.

"So how do we get into Eteon and get this device?" Hobbs asked, bringing it back to the task at hand. Owen gave a smile at this.

"I have just the friend," he said.

...

Emily waited for Deckard to be alone after he'd finished making fake I.D.s for everyone and went to say goodbye to Grace, who was hiding in the other room. She felt fidgety and nervous, but she knew this had to be done. He walked up to her and pulled her into a hug; she breathed him in.

"There's something you're not telling me," she noted. "What is it?" She felt him breathe slowly and then clear his throat.

"It's Brixton," he finally said.

"What? B-But he's dead," she said, looking at him now.

"Someone brought him back. He's not fully human anymore."

"Eteon," Emily said, getting it. Deckard nodded. Emily felt even more scared. When Holly had died, Brixton had lost it and turned on them. He could only be worse now. She missed Holly so much at times it hurt, and she knew her best friend would be heartbroken to know what Brixton had done, who he'd turned into after losing her. She barely felt Deckard's hands on her face.

"We'll be back very soon," he promised. "It's going to be okay."

"It nearly killed you to...to take him out last time," she said, gripping his wrists with her hands now. "Are you going to be able to do it again?"

"I have to." He held her gaze, and she could see the pain in there. She felt badly that he had to do this again.

"I really wish Holly was alive," she lamented. "I think if she was, this wouldn't be happening."

"Probably not, but we can't change the past," Deckard said with a heavy sigh. He smoothed his thumb across her cheek lightly. "I have to go, Em. I'm sorry."

"It's okay. Just be careful."

"I will. You too."

She tried not to cry as he kissed her. Letting go of his hand was torture, and watching him walk away was even worse. Rusty moved up to her when he was gone and put an arm around her shoulder.

"They'll be alright," he advised. "They're the Shaws, remember?"

"Yea," she agreed. "I know."

...

Deckard was feeling emotionally drained as they approached the Russian mansion in Moscow. He'd bickered with Hobbs on the plane while Hattie and Owen slept like the dead, and he was disgruntled to learn that Hobbs had a thing for Hattie. It was bad enough that he'd gotten used to Rusty being with his sister; he certainly was not ready for Hobbs.

He couldn't stop thinking about Brixton either. He went over all their past times together, and this new version of his friend was nearly unrecognizable. He knew he had to take him out, but a piece of him still wondered if he could save him, if that was even possible.

They all walked behind Owen, who sauntered up to the place as if he owned it. A dark haired woman opened the door after he knocked, and Deckard looked away as his brother engaged in a bit of a make out fest with her.

"Ew," Hattie muttered, and he turned his head to look at her.

"What?"

"It's just so nauseating to watch your brother do...that," she said gesturing. Deckard snickered a little and looked forward again.

"I agree," Hobbs said to her behind him. "I wish I hadn't seen that either."

Deckard gathered that Margarita was someone Owen knew from his dark days. He didn't question it. He listened to them talk and plan out what they were doing. That was when Hattie got the idea to be turned in to Brixton. They'd take her right to the device that way.

"I don't like it," Owen said.

"Too bad," she retorted. "We're doing this."

Deckard looked at his sister, wondering when and how she'd gotten so tough and hard. He knew life had eventually made her that way, and he felt bad for not being a part of it for the last seven years, but he'd done it to keep her safe. He let her think the worst of him to spare her harm.

"You got something to say too?" Hattie challenged, holding his gaze.

"No." He shook his head.

"Good."

He went to gear up with Hobbs, trying not to think about how many million ways this could all go wrong.

...

Owen was getting tired of this nonsense. He and Hattie ran with the doctor towards a truck to get the hell out of the Eteon building. Owen had managed to sneak into the building a different way while Deckard and Hobbs caused a ruckus earlier, and he knew he had to get them out of their predicament next.

"We need to pull another Mick Jagger," Hattie said to him after hearing the yelps from Deckard and Hobbs. "Now, Owen."

"Stay here," he ordered.

"No! I'm not hiding like a coward," she argued. She left the device in the truck and started hurrying towards the crowd. Owen groaned in frustration and skirted along the edges. She was more incognito than he was and could walk amongst them unnoticed. He pulled out his gun, waiting. He watched as Hattie stepped closer to Brixton while Hobbs distracted by claiming he wanted to join Eteon. If it wasn't such a tense situation, Owen would laugh at the look in Deckard's face upon hearing such drivel.

Then Deckard mentioned Holly, and Brixton got angry. The grief was still right there. Owen could see it. He knew Deckard was trying to humanize Brixton, but it wasn't working. Brixton went on about the vision of Eteon and then laughed as he mocked Deckard for getting set up and having his own sister disown him because of fake news. Owen wasn't surprised about this at all. Not long after it had happened, he'd suspected it was a lie and confronted Deckard about it, who confirmed it. They'd both agreed to keep Hattie safe from Eteon by leaving her out of the truth.

A moment later, Hattie aimed the gun at Brixton's head. Owen tensed up, getting ready to jump in when she clicked the gun to no avail.

He swore softly. It wasn't activated. How had they missed that? She started to fight, and Deckard and Hobbs broke free and started to fight the mercenaries as well. Owen picked some off from the sidelines, narrowly missing getting shot a few times. He ran after Hobbs when he broke from the brawl and went for the truck Hattie had left the machine in.

"Oh no, no, no, no, no," Hobbs declared when Owen entered the passenger side. "Not you."

"Too late," Owen retorted, reloading his gun and firing out the window at the oncoming mercenaries. "Come on, then. Drive!" Hobbs threw it in gear and lurched them forward, shooting Owen a look as he did so. They barreled out of there at high speed. Owen cranked his neck to see Deckard and Hattie in another vehicle. He heard Deckard shouting about getting Hattie out of his ride, so Hobbs maneuvered so that Hattie could jump into their truck. Owen braced himself as she jumped, and Hobbs grabbed her arm and hauled her up inside. Owen looked to see her staring at Hobbs while perched on his lap, and he cleared his throat loudly.

"Hey!" he said when that didn't work. Hattie snapped out of it and moved to the middle. Owen raised a brow at her, and her face flushed, but she didn't say anything. He shook his head. Trust his law abiding MI6 agent sister to get a crush on a DSS Agent.

They crashed around for a bit until Deckard landed on the flatbed part. Hattie took over driving as Hobbs went out to join Deckard. Owen craned his neck, seeing Brixton come to fight. He moved to go and join when Hattie grabbed his shoulder to push him back down.

"You'll just get in the way," she said.

"That's the whole point," Owen retorted. "Chaos, remember? My turn to use it."

"Too risky," she stated, and he sighed roughly, turning to look back at them again. Both were taking a good beating from Brixton, which Owen was struggling to understand. His brother was a damn good fighter and could flatten an army. He jumped in his seat when debris fell onto the back of the flatbed, but his brother managed to dodge it with Hobbs. Brixton disappeared, though.

Hattie cranked them to a stop shortly after and looked at the device, which was now broken. She swore and banged her fist against the steering wheel.

"What's going on?" Deckard asked, looking through the broken window. Hattie got out and began to pace. Owen jumped down and stood off to the side.

"We are back to option one," Hattie replied, glancing at them both. Owen's skin tingled. He knew what that option was, having heard it being discussed earlier.

"Absolutely not," Deckard argued.

"Decks, it's over," she said raggedly. "It's broken. We can't get it out of me, so you have to destroy me and the virus."

"No," Deckard said stubbornly.

"It's not over until it's over," Owen chimed in, making them both look at him.

"No, it's not over until I say it's over," Hattie reminded him. "And I'm saying it's over." Owen pressed his lips together and tilted his head at her. He could see she didn't fully mean that, that she still had hope for something to give.

"We're not giving up," Deckard insisted. "We don't do that. Ever."

"I don't see another option," Hattie argued.

"I have a place," Hobbs piped up now. Owen looked at him and could see it wasn't something he really wanted to do.

"Where?" Deckard asked. Hobbs sighed heavily.

"Home."

...

"You're going where?" Emily asked, pressing the phone tighter to her ear. She stepped out of the small apartment and down to the garage with all the cars. She hugged herself with one arm as she went.

"Hawaii," Deckard answered. "Hobbs has a brother there who can fix the device that's going to save Hattie."

"Is there enough time?"

"Barely," Deckard said with a sigh. "But we're not giving up."

Emily smiled to herself a little. She knew that about him. He hadn't given up on her more than once during their time together. While that stubbornness could be annoying sometimes, it was also what kept him going and saving lives.

"How is she?"

"More scared than she'll ever admit."

"And you?"

"About the same," he replied with a small chuckle. Then he took in a breath. "It'll be alright."

"I hope so."

"How's Grace?"

"She's bored, but Rusty is entertaining her now by teaching her poker," Emily replied.

"I like bored," Deckard said, and she laughed.

"I know. Me too."

"I gotta go. I'm gonna go dark for a while, but I'll be home sooner than later. I promise."

Emily knew he shouldn't make that promise, but she also knew he wasn't going to tell her his odds were slim either. "Okay. I love you."

"Love you too."

She hung up and sat down on the office chair, resting her face in her hands and trying to breathe. He'd be alright. He was going to come back. They could move forward from this and be normal again. She really wanted things to be normal again.

...

Hattie slowly approached her brothers, reliving the kiss she gave Hobbs earlier. She knew they'd both die if they knew she'd done that, but she felt drawn to Hobbs. She'd lost Rusty because they couldn't figure it out and Roy over being stupid; she didn't want to do that again. If there was an opportunity, she was going to take it.

"Hey," she said, moving to sit on the edge of the desk. Owen and Deckard were leaning against the counter across from her, arms crossed. She smiled at how similar they were.

"Hey," Deckard said back. "You alright?"

"Never better," she dismissed. She looked down for a moment and then back up at Deckard, recalling what she'd heard Brixton say earlier. "I just wanted to say that I'm sorry, Decks. I'm sorry I believed the lies told about you."

"Don't worry about it, Hat," he said softly.

"But I am. I wasted all this time being so angry," she said, running a hand through her hair. "And you let me believe it in order to keep me safe, didn't you?"

"You'd have done the same thing," Deckard said.

"Emily must have thought I was so ridiculous," Hattie stated, sighing.

"No. She knew my reasons for not telling you."

"And you," Hattie said, looking at Owen. "I can't be mad at you anymore either, even if I don't know why you got discharged or why you chose to be a criminal."

"I was framed, Hat," Owen told her. "Someone else made a bad call, and they pinned it on me because I was emotional and volatile over losing Mara. What I did after that was wrong, but I'm making up for that now."

"I feel so foolish," Hattie whispered, and Deckard went over to hug her tightly. Owen joined and rested a hand on her back while standing to the left.

"All we can do is move forward," Deckard told her. "Okay?"

"Okay."

She smiled as Owen kissed the side of her head and patted her shoulder fondly before giving her a quick, tight hug. They all turned when they heard a noise indicating their warning signals had been activated.

"Showtime," Deckard stated.

...

After a long, intense fight, Deckard was standing in front of Brixton in the pouring rain and aiming a gun at his former best friend's head.

Again.

"You made me kill you once, I'm not doing it again," he said, truly meaning it. He wanted to save his friend this time. He saw Brixton give him a look that conveyed relief and remorse. He knew losing Holly had sent Brixton over the edge, but he hadn't realized it had changed him that drastically until it was too late. He felt bad for not trying harder, but Brixton hadn't let him in either. He sincerely hoped his friend could come back from this, but the way Brixton scoffed and stated "So that's how it is?" made him realize someone was controlling him unbeknownst to them.

Deckard took one involuntary step forward to reach out when Brixton's eyes rolled up and he fell backwards off the cliff. Deckard's hand stretched out involuntarily and dropped when it was too late. He stood there, wondering if he could have done anything different to save him. His throat was tight with emotion. He'd lost his best friend once again.

"Decks," Hattie said, putting a hand on his shoulder. "Let's go."

He looked at her, relieved the virus was gone from her body and that she was safe. He knew Owen would be anxious to see them back at the house where they'd left him fighting with the Hobbs' family heirlooms. Hobbs was grinning and shaking water out of his eyes when a computerized voice spoke to them from the broken down helicopter.

"You three outdid your schematics," it said. "You're on our radar now."

"And you're on ours," Hobbs retorted. He shared a look with Deckard, who tried not to feel worried. They started the walk back to Hobbs's home, and Hobbs started up a bicker fest over sidekicks, leaving Hattie to groan and put her hands over her ears as she walked ahead of them. When they got back, Owen ran towards them and grabbed her into a hug.

"Is it gone?" he asked after, looking at her with his hands on her shoulders.

"Yea," she replied.

"Thank God," he sighed, hugging her again. He reached to fist bump Deckard on his way by, which Deckard engaged in. The three of them stood together as Hobbs walked to his family and embraced them, talking and laughing.

"I think I like the family heirlooms," Owen commented.

"Oh yea?" Deckard asked.

"Yea...something more satisfying with beating the shit out of someone than just putting a bullet in them." Owen's eyes were twinkling a little bit. Hattie rolled her eyes and shook her head.

"I don't know about you," Deckard said after a moment, "but I'm ready to go home."

"Ditto," Owen agreed. Hattie smiled and reached to grab both of their shoulders to squeeze them.

"Oh, and Owen?" Deckard said.

"Yea?"

"You owe me a hundred quid."

Days Later

Hattie stood at Roy's grave, her hands clasped in front of her as she looked down at the headstone. She felt angst inside at how unfair this was. She hadn't ever thought about what life would be like if she lost him.

And it frickin' bloody hurt.

Footsteps behind her made her turn and see Rusty standing there with his hands in his jacket pockets. She felt a sense of sadness upon seeing him too. He represented a past version of herself that she no longer was.

"Hey," he said. "I'm really sorry about Roy."

Hattie sniffed hard and swallowed down her tears, her throat tight. He moved to stand next to her.

"He didn't deserve that," she said quietly.

"No, he didn't."

"You doing okay?" Rusty asked. Hattie was so tired of this question, but she had endured a lot recently, so she guessed it was only natural that people asked this.

"I'm getting there," she replied. "One day at a time." He smiled and rested a hand on her shoulder briefly before sliding it off. The wind picked up, and there was rain in the air, so Hattie decided to bend down and kiss her hand to press into the headstone before standing up and walking away. She didn't look back, and Rusty didn't follow.

Sometimes the past was meant to stay in the past.

...

Deckard opened the door and traipsed in first with his siblings and mother behind him. She'd been beyond thrilled at being busted out of prison and seeing all of her children in the same room again. She'd chattered nonstop about it the whole ride home.

"Grandma!" Grace called, rushing to hug her.

"Oh, love!" Magdalene said back, hugging her tightly. "I missed you so much."

"I missed you too."

Emily was hugged next. Deckard reached to touch her arm as he passed, giving her a knowing smile. They'd spent the last few nights focused mostly on each other after spending time together as a family first. Grace had been very happy to be back home. Deckard was still on alert with Eteon, but there wasn't anything he could do about it right now. Rusty was working with Nobody on it, and they'd let him know whenever something came up about it.

"See, now this is what makes me happy," Magdalene said, beaming at them all. "My family all together again."

"I'm not delving into a life of crime," Hattie warned.

"Well, you've left MI6 and rightfully so. Shame on them for believing you would do such a thing," Magdalene sniffed. "What are you gonna do for work now?"

"Actually," Hattie said a bit sheepishly. "I, uh, got a job offer."

"Oh? Where?"

"No," Deckard said, understanding immediately.

"Aw, Hat, no," Owen said at the same time, also getting it.

"What? He's not that bad," Hattie said, getting a shy smile on her face now.

"Someone help me out here," Emily said, looking between them all. Magdalene looked just as confused.

"She's gonna work with Hobbs," Deckard stated, groaning.

"Yea," Hattie confirmed, nodding. "It's all set in motion. It's great! I think it's time for a change anyway. I need to do something new with my life."

"Well, I'm happy for you," Emily said, giving her a hug. "Good for you."

"Ugh, Hobbs," Owen groaned next. "Why, Hat? Why?"

"Cos it annoys the shit out of both of you," Hattie said with a smirk. "And if he ever becomes your brother-in-law, you don't stand a chance."

"Oye," Deckard sighed, shaking his head. Magdalene began prodding Hattie with questions around the job and such, leaving Deckard to stand off to the side and watch Grace try to take down her uncle Owen. Emily joined him a moment later.

"You seem a bit restless," she noted, smoothing a hand over his chest.

"I just know there's more coming," he said. "This isn't the end."

"We'll be ready when it comes," she promised. "We'll do it together." He smiled at her, and she kissed his cheek softly before patting his chest and going to break up the wrestle between Grace and Owen before someone got hurt. Deckard watched his family and did his best to feel relaxed.

Because she was right. When trouble came knocking, they'd be ready.