Author: Scorching Reality
Title: Chapter Four – The Ride Over
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 / ?, Dom / Letty
Archive: Yes, just let me know so I can check it out.
Feedback: Always. Good, bad, whatever!

Chapter Four

Allison slipped noiselessly into the front seat and reached over for the seat belt. It clicked as Dom hopped into the driver's side. He started the engine and pulled out of his drive way. He backed out in to the road then pulled forwards. The way there was silent. Except for an occasional direction from Allison once or twice. It was lonely. As they neared a stop light Dom broke the silence.

"So, who's Max?" he asked looking at her.

"My dog," she said pulling her sunglasses over her eyes.

The sun was shinning brightly. Dom exhaled deeply. For a second there he thought she had a boyfriend. Did she?

"So do you live with anybody? I mean a roommate? A boyfriend?" he said getting his questions out into the open.

He had tried his best to make the question seem less conspicuous. He pulled forwards as the light turned green.

She looked over at him and said, "Nope. You?"

"Well there's Vince, and Leon, and..."

"I meant do you have a girlfriend," she said laughing and looking out the window again. She raised her sunglasses and watched him.

"Yeah, Letty, she was the one outside the door," he said answering her question.

The rest of the way was silent until they pulled up to Allison's house. Dom turned off the car and looked at her. His eyes stared from inside his sunglasses.

She looked up and said, "Well, this is me."

She reached for the handle, but Dom stopped her when he said, "With all that money you made. You could just buy you another car. It wouldn't be as special, but it'd be something."

She looked back at him. Her eyes were huge.

"What?" he asked concerned.

"The money was in the car," she said slamming her head back on the headrest, causing her sunglasses to fall off. However, this went unnoticed by both of them.

Dom smiled and reached over into the glove compartment. He soon pulled out the money she won the night before. He handed it to her and said, "I saved this too."

She took the money and gave him a hug.

"Thank you so much," she said releasing him and turning for the door.

He stopped her once more and said, "Why weren't you wearing your shoes?"

She merely laughed and said, "You can't race in heels."

Allison stepped out of the car and walked up to the mailbox. She grabbed the mail and headed towards the steps. When she reached them she knelt down and lifted a flowerpot. She grabbed a spare key and sat the pot back down. She unlocked the house and waved at Dom.

He waved back and started the car once again. She had disappeared inside the house and the front door was closed. He looked over at the seat where she once was and noticed her sunglasses lying on the floor. They had flown off when she slammed her head against the headrest he realized. He turned off the car and picked them up. He stepped out of the car. He glanced around and shut his door. The sun felt warm against his broad back. It shone on his head. He trotted up the front steps and knocked on the front door. She answered the door and looked at him. He quickly noticed that her clothing had changed. She was wearing a pink halter-top and loose gray cotton jogging pants. They fit her well.

'She changed fast.'

He glanced down and noticed that she had tennis shoes on. She just looked at him.

"You left your sunglasses," he said raising them.

She took them from his hand and said, "Thank you."

He glanced inside and noticed a German Shepard not far from behind her.

"Do you want to come in?" she asked opening the door a little wider.

The German Shepard took a step forwards and growled.

"Max, calm down," she called behind her.

Dom thought for a second and said, "Sure. Why not?"

She opened the door wider as Dom stepped inside.

Dom glanced around. It wasn't much different from his house, but you could tell that she didn't have many people over often. He walked over and sat down. Max followed him and tried to jump on him. Allison caught him in time by the collar. She led the dog to the back and shut door. She walked back and sat in the chair to the left of him. They just sat there. Dom sat back and watched her. She sat there staring at the floor, then at her hands, and finally at him.

"So," he said sitting forwards. "When are you getting a new car?"

"Why? Curious as to the next time I'll kick your ass?" she asked menacingly.

He smiled and said, "No. Next time I'll kick your ass. That's a promise."

She smiled and leaned forwards.

"Is that so Mr..."

She paused and realized she didn't even know his last name.

"Toretto," he said chuckling lightly.

"Is that so Mr. Toretto?"

She laughed when she realized that it rhymed.

"That's right," he said leaning forwards as well.

"We'll just have to see. To answer your question, I was going to go get my car today. I was just about to call a cab," she said as she sat back.

Dominic felt relieved. He knew that if she hadn't leaned back that he would have kissed her.

"I could take you," he suggested.

"Oh right and have you know exactly what I'm driving? Dream on," she said in a mocking tone. She was smiling from ear to ear.

"Really, and to be fair you can see what my RX-7 is packing," he said boastfully. "You could even join our team. No telling what Tran would do if you joined his team."

"Tran?" she asked sitting back up.

"Long story," he said as he played with his keys in his hands.

Max growled from behind the door. He pawed at it and whined.

"Okay, I accept," she said as she stuck her hand out.

It took all of Dom's self control to just shake her hand.