A/N: Some of y'all maybe wondering why the last chapter did not concern Dom's feelings, well I did that because I didn't want to change POV's in the last chapter. This chapter will deal with what Dom's feeling and his reaction to her blowing him off...

Chapter Seven

Dom shook his head in confusion as he watched Jazz drive off, leaving a trial of smoke in her wake. He turned around and began to head into his house, when he began to think that it wouldn't be wise to face Leon just yet. Dom backed up a bit and sat down on the steps. He stared down at the stairs for a long time and began to pick at the white paint that was beginning to peel. Confusion filled his mind as he began to think about Jazz and her actions. There was something that she was hiding, he was sure about that. But what? Everyone has their secrets. He knew that better than anyone else. But what could have happened in her past to make her that angry that fast. Something big.

Dom ran a hand over his clean shaven head and peered out over the small yard in front of him. The grass was beginning to turn colors due to the fact that it was mid-Fall. It had lost its vibrant green color and was now fading to a pale green. The color probably had a more specific name, but he really didn't care.

Several cars were missing from the driveway and he began to think about where the owners of the cars were. Letty and Vince had disappeared early in the day to get some work done on cars that they had been working on at the garage. Mia was at Toretto's doing inventory and trying to get everything set up for the next day. Monday's always were a rush for some reason. Jesse was probably downstairs in his room cooking up his latest design for a car. Dom shook his head when he began to think about Jesse.

He was one of a kind that was for sure. Dom knew that there was no way he could ever replace Jesse if he were to loose him.

'You almost did...'

Dom eyes moved over to the spot in the yard where the tragic even had happened two years before. Two years...that's a long time. Bullet holes decorated the side walk and if you looked hard enough, you could still see the outline of Jesse's blood. A sense of sadness closed over Dom every time he began to think about that day. It was definitely the worst day in his life...the team's life ever. They almost lost three members that day. Dom shivered at the thought of never seeing Vince, Jesse, or Letty again. Why had he been so stupid? Why didn't he just listen to Vince when he said Brian was a cop? They could have saved themselves a lot of trouble if he had just listened to Vince.

But it's too late now, you can't change the past right? But what about the future. He could do something to change that.

'You can help Jazz fix whatever's wrong with her...'

Dom thought back to the first time that he had ever met Jazz. It was at Neptune's about three and a half years ago. Ah those were the days...

Dom sat down at a table that was next to a window. Watching the ocean running up on the sand always seemed to calm him down, and today was no exception. He had a lot of things on his mind. He was contemplating whether to join up with a friend of his from high school and start high jacking eighteen wheelers. The job was risky, no doubt, but it would rake in some serious cash. Cash that Dom needed desperately. The garage, the store, and street racing just weren't making enough money. He still had to pay mortgage, insurance, his bill at The Racer's Edge, and not to mention paying for Mia to get through college and Med School.

Dom ran a hand over his head, something he did often when he was in deep thought. He sighed heavily and glanced up. He watched with interest as a blonde waitress walked out of the kitchen and toward his table.

'Well well well. Looks like I picked a good table to sit at...'

Dom picked up a menu and looked over it. He had been sitting at the table for at least fifteen minutes and hadn't touched the menu once.

He heard her clear her throat before saying, "Hi, my name is Sonja and I'll be your waitress for the day. What can I get you to drink?"

Dom smiled his 'sexy' smile at her and glanced over the menu.

"Um, I'll take a Corona."

He watched her as she jotted down his order on a note pad that she had grabbed from her apron. "Do you want to order food now or do you want to wait?"

"I'll order in a minute," he said, knowing that if he ordered later, it would give him a chance to see her again.

Sonja nodded and stuck her notepad back in her apron. "I'll go get that for ya."

He watched as she walked back to the kitchen. She was definitely a breath of fresh air from all of the girls that he had been around over the past few years. It felt good to meet someone who wasn't talking to you because you were 'The King of the Streets.' Dom played with the corner of the menu and began to think about his own relationship with Letty. It was falling apart. Fast. It had been steadily crumbling since Letty had graduated high school, but deep down in his heart, Dom knew that he could never leave her. He was all she had ever had, and he, as much as it scared him to admit it, loved her. He wasn't exactly sure if he would feel that same what years down the road, but at this present moment he was in love.

He sat the menu next to him and glanced up at the kitchen, just in time to see Sonja walking out with a Corona in her hand.

She sat the drink down in front of Dom and smiled.

"Can I take your order now?" Sonja asked as she took her notepad out.

"Yeah, I'll take a hamburger."

Sonja wrote his order down and put her notepad up.

"It'll be out in a couple of minutes." Sonja turned to walk off, but for some reason he just couldn't let her go.

"Sonja," he called out before he fully knew what he was doing.

She turned around slowly and looked at him curiously. Dom smiled at her and extended his hand. "My name is..."

"Hey Dom, you out here?" Leon called out as he walked out of the house. He nearly tripped over Dom as he started to head out of the stairs.

"Shit, Dom. What are you doing down there?"

Dom shrugged his shoulders as a reply. "Thinking."

"'Bout what?"

Leon stepped off the stairs and stood a few feet in front of Dom. He peered up at the sky and saw that the sun was right over top of them. He squinted his eyes before returning them to Dom.

"The past couple years...Sonja..."

"Where is she?" Leon asked, realizing that her car was gone.

"Beats me, she drove off around twenty, thirty minutes ago."

Leon nodded and placed his hands in the back pocket of his old faded denim jeans. The sun bore down on his and he felt a faint sweat begin to form all over his body. The temperature hadn't let up that much even though it was late September.

"She pissed?"

Dom chuckled a bit. "You could say that."

Leon clenched his jaw. He was hoping that Jazz would sort of get over her anger towards him, but now he saw that that wasn't going to be the case.

"But it's more so at me that you," Dom said, returning his hand to the steps to continue scratching off paint from the steps.

"Why are you?" Leon asked, snapping his head toward Dom.

"I made a move on her and she got pissed off."

Leon shook his head and ran a hand through his thick brown locks.

"What?"

"Nothing," Leon replied.

"Leon, something's got to be up."

"It's just that Jazz has sort of sworn off all men since her fiasco back in high school. Now don't get me wrong, she's not a lesbian or anything. Last I heard, she had her eye on some guy at the races, but as far as dating goes, she won't do it. Ever since Tommy and Trey, she just can't."

Dom gave Leon a curious look, but Leon didn't elaborate. A pained look crossed Leon's face and he could tell that his past with Sonja was a sore subject.

"We you two ever together?" Dom asked.

Leon laughed softly, but the pained look never left his eyes.

"No, but that didn't mean that I didn't love her. God I loved her so much. I mean I just knew that she was the one for me, but she met Tommy and things just went..." Leon motioned downward with his hand.

"What happened there?" Dom asked.

It was clearly a touchy subject. Dom could tell from the way the Leon kept fidgeting with his hands and moving them from his back pockets to his front pockets that he was debating on whether or not to tell the story.

"You don't have too..."

"But you need to hear it from some one," Leon said aloud, but it sounded more like he was trying to convince himself, "and I really doubt that Jazz is going to tell you anytime soon."

Dom waited patiently as Leon attempted to put his words in order. He could tell that Leon was having a very hard time with it.

"By the age of fifteen, Jazz swore up and down that she was in love. Tommy Greenwell was the love of her life and she was one day going to be Mrs. Tommy Greenwell. Well that quickly all went down the drain when she ended up pregnant. Tommy wanted nothing to do with her and quickly turned to the next girl that he could find. Jazz, to say the least, was devastated. And I was there to help her get through it. I was also there when Trey was born. He was five weeks premature and had really bad jaundice. They doctors weren't exactly sure if he would be okay, but the little man pulled through.

"By seventeen, she hit rock bottom. Her mom died, her dad was who-knows-where, and she was all alone with a two year old baby. Tommy had transferred to some school in upstate Oklahoma. She was all alone except for me. I could tell that she was getting desperate. She wanted so badly a way to end the pain and make everything normal again, but she couldn't find it. She's attempted suicide once that I know off. A few months after she turned eighteen, Jazz and I decided that she should give Trey up for adoption. There was no way she would be able to take care of him. We both knew in our hearts that he would be better off with a family that would be able to take care of him physically and financially. It tore Jazz apart having to give him up. She cried for days, but in the end she knew it was the best thing.

"Ever since then, she's been a different person. We moved out to LA and kind of lost touch for a while, but when she opened up Neptune's we grew close again. That's right around the time that she went from Sonja to Jazz."

Dom ran a hand over his head and looked up at Leon.

"Damn..."

"Yeah, I know," he replied.

The two men stood there in silence thinking about Jazz. They both knew that they had to help her. But the way in which they would do that, they were unsure of.