A/N: any conversation where it's just Dom and his Kids, it's in Spanish. I'm just writing in English because I don't feel like typing in Spanish...you can't put the accents on right. And another thing, Jesse didn't die, and he still works at the shop.

"Good morning Dad!" Michael said, pouring milk over his sister's cereal.

"Hey, Sport. How was your night?" Dom said, grabbing his own bowel.

"Good. I heard Danny get out of bed again, I just ignored her, cause she was probably just going to the bathroom or something, you know?"

"Yeah. Why are you making cereal in Danny's bowl, when she's not even up yet?"

"I'm right here, daddy!" Danielle giggled, coming in the kitchen fully dressed for school in her uniform.

"There's my princess. Mike, make sure your sister gets to school alright, and come to the garage right after school. You got it?"

"Yeah, dad. Can I board instead of taking my bike? Danny can still ride her bike; I'd be right behind her." Mike begged his father.

"Okay Michael, we'll see how it works out today, and if everything works out, you can take your skateboard everyday." Dom said after thinking about it for a while.

"Yes!" Michael said, running to finish getting dressed. When he came out, he had on his school uniform. "Danny, let's go! It's time for school!"

"Okay, okay, I'm coming. Don't rush me Mike. DAD, WHERE'S MY LUNCHBOX?" she yelled back into the house.

"CHECK THE FRIGE!" her father yelled back from upstairs where he was getting dressed to go to the garage.

"OKAY, I GOT IT! BYE DAD!" she yelled, racing out of the house to her brother.

"Ready to go?" Michael asked her, grabbing his skateboard.

"Yeah, yeah. Let's go," she giggled at her older brother, getting on her bike. They rode down the street towards their school, which was about a mile away from their house.

Dom entered the garage, slapping hands with the team which consisted of Vince, Jesse, Leon, Mia, and a new girl, Tia. Jesse, who was now paralyzed, but still was the best mechanic in LA, (in his opinion) came into the garage from doing an inventory.

"Hey Dom, looks like you had a long night." Jesse said, handing his boss a Corona.

"Nope, I had the dream again, Jess. Third time this week. Danny woke me up. Said I was screaming in my sleep again." Dom scratched his bald head. Stayed up thinking bout Letty. I know she's never coming back, but I miss her sometimes, ya know?"

"I, personally think she's a bitch and a coward for leaving you and the rugrats like that, but you can't help who ya love dude..."

"I know, thanks for listening Jess..."

"No problem boss. And I won't tell anyone that you're turning soft either." Jesse joked, going over to an engine that he was working on. Dom slapped him playfully on the back of the head for the soft comment, then walked into his office, sipping his Corona. Three hours later, he was working on the books, when the phone rang.

"Dom, Telephone!" Vince yelled.

"Toretto Garage, this is Dominic." He answered.

"Mr. Toretto, this is Mr. McMahon, I'm the Principal at Fulton Academy. We have your son Michael in the office with us right now. He was fighting and he messed the other child up pretty bad. We need you to come and pick him up. He has been suspended for three days."

"Alright, I'll be there. May I talk to him please?" Dom was furious.

"Hello?" Mike's voice said in Spanish over the phone.

"Miguel Enrique Toretto! What were you thinking? I thought I taught you better than to fight. Now you're suspended for three days. Was it worth it?" Dom shouted in Spanish at his son.

Silence

"Answer me Miguel."

"Yes. It was worth it. He deserved it! He was talking about mom, and then he pushed Danny down! You always told me to stick up sorry, but you always said to stick up for my sister, and that's what I did!" the ten year old shouted back at his father in rapid Spanish..

"Put your principal back on the phone. I'm coming to get you. I'll be there in five minutes."

"Okay." The boy said in Spanish. Then he said in English, "Mr. McMahon, my dad wants to talk to you.

"Mr. Toretto?" the administrator said into the phone.

"Yeah, I'll be there in about five minutes. Is there anyway that I can get my daughter out today as well? I'm very busy today, and it's usually Michael's job to get his sister to the garage after school."

"Yes, that's possible, but Mr. Toretto, I think we have a bigger problem than that. The other boy's father wants to press charges on your son."

"WHAT? This is crazy. Two boys get into a fight, and the kid's dad wants to sue us? I'll talk to you about it when I get down there." Dom said, scratching his head.

"Okay then, goodbye, Mr. Toretto."

"Yeah, see ya."

Dom climbed into his blue Honda CRX. He drove as fast as he could, trying to out-drive his anger and frustration. When he pulled into the school parking lot, he got out and walked into the school. When he got into the office, he saw Mike sitting in a chair, his hand covered in an icepack.

"Michael, get over here." He said quietly. Mike's heart leapt to his chest. He liked it better when his dad yelled, when he was very quiet, he was PISSED. He got up and walked over to his father.

"Do you realize what's going on? Your principal said that this other kid's dad wants to press charges on you. Do you know what that means?"

Mike shook his head no.

"It means you could end up in Juvie. Do you wanna end up like that? In Jail?" Dom was shouting by now.

"YOU DON'T EVEN KNOW THE WHOLE STORY DAD! ALL THEY TOLD YOU WAS THAT I BEAT HIM UP! HE CALLED ME AN ORPHAN DAD! HE SAID THAT MY MOM DIDN'T LOVE ME AND THAT SHE WAS PROBABLY DEAD. AND WHEN DANNY SAID THAT SHE WASN'T, HE PUSHED HER AND TOLD HER TO SHUT UP! I DIDN'T DO ANYTHING WRONG!" Mike screamed in Spanish, crying.

Dom looked at his son. Now he understood why the other kid's dad wanted to press charges. The little man had as big of a temper as his dad, but he really snapped when you talked about his mother. Now he had to try to convince the other kid's dad not to press charges.

"Mr. Toretto?" a voice said. Dom looked over to the Principal's Office Door, and saw Mr. McMahon standing there. He must have come out of his office when he heard the screaming.

"Yeah, I'm Dominic Toretto." Dom said, walking over to the door.

"Jason's father is in here, he wants to talk to you."

Dom nodded then looked to his son. "Stay here. I'll be back." He said in spanish.

"Yes sir." Was his son's only response.

Dom walked into the office and saw a little white boy sitting in a chair. He had wavy blonde hair, and piercing blue eyes. He had a bloody lip, and a couple of knots on his forehead. He also had a black eye forming. His cheek was swollen.

"Dom?" A familiar voice said across the room. Dom turned around to come face to face with someone he hadn't seen in years.

Brian O'Connor.

Oh no, a cliffhanger! What will Dom do? Will Brian drop the charges? How will team DT handle finding Brian after all these years? Give me Five Reveiws, and I'll give you the answers to these questions....

Bye bye!!!

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