Author: Scorching Reality (dcsgurlmidsouth.rr.com)
Title: Chapter One – I've Seen You Before
Rating: PG-13
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the original characters from The Fast and The Furious. They belong to Universal Studios. I am not receiving anything from writing this story. I wrote this solely so I could have something to do. Otherwise the other characters are MINE.
Summary: Allison has raced all over her life, but when she crashes after a win, she feels like she's lost her purpose in life. This is the story of what happened after the crash.
Pairing: Allison / ?
Archive: Yes, just let me know so I can check it out.
Feedback: Always. Good, bad, whatever!

Chapter One

I walked through the mall quickly. It was a quarter to six and I still didn't have anything to where to the race. If I was going to make my racing debut, I wanted to look good. I walked by a lot of store windows looking into them and eyeing several different outfits. I stopped in front of one store and gazed at an outfit.

'That's the one,' I thought letting my hand touch the glass.

When I brought it down I noticed the handprint I had left. I smiled and laughed at how small the print was. I turned around to head into the store, but was stopped then I ran into someone. The guy was taller than me by several inches. He had a chest of steel. I backed up and looked into the guy's face. It was emotionless. I tried to look him in the eyes, but his dark sunglasses prevented me from doing so.

"I'm so sorry," I said, running my hand through my brown hair.

As my fingers ran through it I could feel the hair spray that was in it. I had curled it that morning. I cursed myself in my head for ruining it. The guy just stood there looking down at me.

"It's okay," he said finally.

His deep voice rumbled from his throat. It sent chills down my spin. I tried to say something, but was stopped when he looked behind him. I figured I had nothing left to say so I headed into the store to get the outfit.

Dom turned back around to face her, but she was gone. He was going to say something to her, but was distracted. He tried to face her once again, but didn't see her. She had disappeared into the mass of people shopping. Dom took a look around again and shrugged. He then walked to the food court to meet up with his team. As he walked he tried to recall the reason he even was in that part of the mall. Realizing that he had no idea why, he just shut the thought out.

'Doesn't matter,' he thought as he saw the familiar faces of his friends.

My heart raced as I pulled up to the familiar spot. My life had consisted of street racing since I was a little girl. My father and brother did it all the time. They would go out with these beautiful cars and sometimes come back with them. When I would ask where the cars were or why we had more, daddy would mumble something about how he raced for slips. It wasn't until I was older that I understood what exactly a slip was. Mom supported it one hundred percent because she had grown up in the lifestyle as well. So now it was my turn to carry on the family legacy. I pulled up in a neon green Mazda RX-7. The light under the chassis was green and illuminated the ground below. I quickly found a spot and parked it. A crowd began to gather around me. I was new and had a sweet ride. I quickly popped the hood and lifted the bar. Right as it was in place I heard a familiar voice from behind me that was directed in my direction.

"Sweet ride," he said as he approached.

It was the same deep voice from the mall. I turned around and paused. This guy was gorgeous. He towered over me. He was muscular in all the right spots. His head was clean- shaven and he had beautiful brown eyes. I smiled as lyrics from the song "Brown Eyes" by Destiny's Child flitted across my mind. He was wearing a black wife beater and a pair of baggy dark denim jeans. He was sexy and he knew it. The aura around him told me that he was the 'Mack Daddy' of racing. I could tell that he remembered me from the mall. It was apparent in his expression. He must have figured me as a helpless girl who had no coordination. I stood there and ran my hand through my shoulder length brown hair once again. The curls had disappeared and all that was left was the lingering aroma of hairspray. I quickly recalled what I looked like. I was around 5'8" and my skin was tan, but only from hanging out at the beach and the small mixture of Mexican in my blood. My white sunglasses hid my blue eyes. The silver lenses did nothing but reflect his well-toned body. I felt a little silly for wearing sunglasses at night, but it had only recently turned dark and I had forgotten to take them off. I was wearing the outfit I had spotted in the mall. It was a short blue jean skirt and a tight white tank top. The tan high heels elevated me to some degree, but I was still nowhere to his height.

"You racing tonight?" he said as he raked his eyes over my body. I mentally shuddered.

"Depends. Who all is racing?" I said raising my sunglasses up to on top of my head to where it held back my hair.

He walked up closer and said, "Lance Tran, his cousin Johnny, Hector, one or two new guys, and myself."

"Doesn't seem like much competition," I said giving him one of my Hollywood smiles I had grown accustomed to through racing.

Being in racing all my life had taught me a couple of things. One was that if you were a girl racing you wanted the guy to underestimate you so you would surprise him in the end. It worked all the time. As he stepped forwards I glanced over him. He had fallen for my bait. I could hear a murmur in reaction to my statement surge throughout the crowd.

"Listen sweetie. You obviously don't know who you're dealing with."

My smile slowly disintegrated. 'Was this guy for real?'

"No, you don't know who you're dealing with. Everywhere I go, I whoop someone with your type of attitude's ass. Probably like I will here," I said taking a step forward.

He smiled.

"Today's an exception," he said looking me in the eyes. His eyes were gorgeous, but I somehow managed to keep my composure.

I narrowed my eyes slightly and cocked my head. "We'll see."

"I like you." He paused and took a step forwards. I matched him with one step backwards.

"So you racing or not?" he said looking me up and down slowly one or twice. He smiled each time.

"I'm in," I said sticking my hand in my back pocket and pulling out a roll of money.

"5 G buy in," he informed me.

I walked towards the guy and put the money in his hand.

"5,000. Exactly," I said before walking back to my car.

"You got a name?" he called after me as he counted the money.

I answered over my shoulder, "Allison."