A/N: Hey all, so this is me wishing writers block was a physical entity so I could kick the crap out of it. This fic's been kicking my ass all week, so I hope this is ok for you guys. As always thankyou for the reviews.

P.s. Last chapter i told y'all to go and read a fic called "Moving On".. i forgot the authors name. It's by 'buggleywoo'. That's right - I am an idiot.

Song for the chapter is "Here We Go Again" by Operator.

Leon leant against the doorframe, wiping the grease from his hands. He had been helping out with assembly and repairs on the bikes while business had slowed down a little. He had far less jobs to work on as of late and seeing as he was a mechanic, Marcus put him to work with the rest of the guys. He grinned at the picture in front of him.

Vince was sitting behind his desk with Aurora held against his chest, the little girl resting snugly and securely in a harness. It was a rare event indeed that she came to work with Vince, but seeing as Tala was working day shift at the moment Vince was left with care duties.

"You couldn't leave her with the neighbour?" Leon asked casually, walking further into the room. Vince glanced up at him from beneath his brows.

"She's teething." He muttered, scrunching up a piece of paper. "Mrs Willard is sick anyhow."

Leon scratched at his chin, unused to the smooth feel of skin beneath his fingers. For a change he had actually shaved that morning, though it had been a nervous affair. He touched the skin lightly, tracing over the faded scars on the underside of his jaw. It had been a long time since he'd been clean shaven – since he was still a teenager in fact.

Vince noticed and stopped what he was doing. "You ok?" His eyes darkened with worry, expression unreadable.

He nodded, heaving a sigh as he threw himself into the office chair in front of the desk. "Does Marcus know she's here? I'm not sure how that works with O.H.S."

Vince stroked Rory's head tenderly, pressing a kiss to her hand. "I called and asked first. As long as she doesn't get taken out into the workshop she's fine. She can stay in the offices no problems."

Leon chuckled. "You're expecting a lot of traffic today aren't you. She's got fifteen surrogate uncles out there and one hell of a pseudo grandfather."

Nodding proudly, "And there's nowhere safer in the world for her."

Leon studied his brother and niece. "I dunno, V - She looks as safe as she's ever going to be right now."

Vince's expression softened at Leon's words. "Thanks, Le." He said quietly, looking down at her. He looked back up. "What's up? What do you need?"

He wasn't quite sure how to tell him about Dom sniffing around yet, but he knew it had to be done. The longer he waited to tell him, the angrier Vince would be that he kept it from him when he finally found out.

"There's something I need to tell you – now you can't get shitty at me for not telling you sooner." He pointed at him for emphasis and Vince nodded.

"Is Letty pregnant?" He asked innocently. They had been trying for a month now.

Leon shook his head tiredly and his shoulders slumped. "No, she aint pregnant, V." he scratched his brow, "I think I might be doin somethin wrong."

Vince laughed, shaking his head as he shuffled through the mess on his desk. For someone who answered phones and did filing, he sure had a lot of crap on his desk. It was odd, considering how much of a neat freak he was. Fatherhood had mellowed him.

"You're not doing anything wrong, Leon. As long as you've got the basic ideas – wait.. You are doing it the right way aren't you? None of that-"

"Vince! Finish that thought and I'm introducing your head to a circular sander!"

Vince smirked, gently stroking Rory's head as she whimpered in discomfort. "Only checking, Le."

Leon glowered at him. "You're a prick." His annoyance deflated at Vince's proud smile. "Alright, alright.. I didn't come in here to tell you that I can't get Letty pregnant."

Vince gave him a thoughtful look. "Have you tried with her on top?"

"Yeah we – VINCE!" Leon could feel his cheeks redden and kicked the desk, frustrated. "Stop that!"

The older man gave him an innocent look, then his face broke out into a wide smile. "Sorry, Le."

Leon slouched lower in the chair, pressing his feet against the edge of the desk top. "Ass." He grumbled.

Vince smiled softly, snatching the ringing phone up. Leon watched for a minute or two, brotherly pride swelling in his chest as he watched Vince carefully write out an order for some parts. He was almost perfect with his writing now, left handed and fully legible.

Vince hung up the phone and got up to put the order he'd just written into the pile of paperwork to go to Marcus' office upstairs.

"I already know, Le."

Leon's feet slipped from the desk and he sat up. "You do?"

Vince nodded, easing himself back down into his seat smoothly, as not to disturb Rory's rest. "I heard you and Tal a while back. I was in the hall getting towels." He leaned back, rubbing circles over the grumpy infant's back.

Leon's mouth opened to speak, but no words came out. Finally, "Why didn't you mention something?"

"And say what, Le?" His face took on a bored expression. "I could care less that they're looking for us. I don't need them, I don't want to be near them – so why bother?"

Apprehension started to settle over Leon. Vince was taking this entirely too well. Sure fatherhood had mellowed him, but not this much. He still had a temper to rival a category five hurricane even if it didn't make an appearance as frequently as it used to.

Vince seemed to notice and he sighed. "Look, Le. I'm happy now. I have a great family, I have a great job and I've never been happier. There's no way I'm fucking this up by getting myself involved with them again. The further away they are from me, the better."

Leon rose slowly, nodding. "You're not angry we didn't tell you?"

"Oh I've been wondering when one of you were going to tell me – but I understand why you didn't. Thank you."

Unease filled Leon, though he did his best to mask it. Vince was entirely too calm. Way too calm.

"Uh, yeah. No problem." He started to walk out, "I'm gunna get back to work."

Vince nodded, head already down and perusing his work.

Leon gave himself a slight shake once he was free of the office and shook his head ever so slightly. "The shit is going to hit the fucking fan..." He muttered to himself, then pushed the door open to go back out into the workshop.

Vince backed Tala into the wall, his mouth slanted over hers as his fingers tugged at her shirt. They had just dropped Aurora off at Marcus' place for the night. Letty and Leon had finally talked both into going to the races with them later that evening, but until then…

He tore his mouth away from hers, leaning back to look at her. Her lips were swollen, cheeks flushed and her hair was a mess. She looked thoroughly accosted. He lifted a hand to touch her face, pressing his body closer to hers.

"Are you sure you want to go tonight?" his fingers traced over her bottom lip and he gasped quietly as her tongue darted out to lick them.

Tala grinned up at him, nipping at his fingertips. "I want to go, Vince. I want to see how you used to live before we met."

His face lost some of it's warmth. "Firefly, I'm not that man any more. I want you to know that." He was desperate for her to understand that fact. He wasn't the Coyote of team Toretto any more. He had many regrets in his life. Many, many regrets, and most of them he had accumulated during that period of time. He had been young, angry and incredibly stupid. So, so stupid. His arm was the biggest reminder of that.

Tala's hands stroked his sides, calming him. "Vince I don't care who you were then, I just want to see. From what Letty's been saying I'm going to have to keep the women at bay with a stock whip."

He flushed. "It's not that bad, firefly. They were more interested in Dom than me."

She frowned, pushing him backward onto the couch before climbing into his lap. "I've seen pictures of this Dom guy, Vince," she straddled him, running her fingers through his hair, "-and you are ten times sexier than that man. I don't know how a woman could be attracted to a man with bigger breasts than her own." Her nose screwed up in disgust. "You are much sexier."

His brows lifted. "Sexier? So you do think he's sexy!"

She spluttered. "I did not say that! I said the man's got big boobs!"

He fought a grin, enjoying making her so flustered. "You said sexier! Therefore you think he's marginally sexy!"

"Oh for the love of-" she rolled her eyes and brought his hands up to cup her breasts, instantly garnering his attention. "Vincent, you are the only man who I would ever let touch these. You are so fucking sexy that half the time it's a struggle not to hand Rory to someone and just accost you right there in front of everyone!"

He snorted, trying not to laugh, but at the same time was touched by her words.

"You remember that night you met my parents?"

Vince shuddered at the memory. "Clearly." He flexed his fingers slightly, grinning when she gasped. He blinked at her innocently. "You're the one holding my hands there!"

She smirked. "Anyway! That night – I damn near wanted to rape you three times. Right there on the island counter between the pastry deserts and my Aunt Jules!"

Vince grinned. "Those were some good pastries."

Tala let go of his hands and clipped him upside the head. "I tell you I wanted to rape you and you comment on the pastries!"

He erupted into a fit of shocked laughter, rubbing his head where she'd hit him. "Well they were!" He exclaimed, sobering at her pout. "Now come on baby, you know I'm flattered that you would make love to me in front of your aunt."

"Make love? Baby that wouldn't have been making love.. I would have ravaged your ass." She slid backward, steeling herself against his suddenly intense gaze. "But you can forget that now. You laughed at me."

Vince growled low in his chest. "Tala.." he called after her dangerously.

She flipped him off, padding down the hall. "Nope. Forget it, Vincent." She glanced back over her shoulder and let out a girly squeal, taking off running when she saw Vince hot on her heels. She had only gotten three steps and she felt his arm hook around her waist and pull her back against him, a whimper escaping her when she felt his hard length pressed firmly against her ass.

His hot breath puffed against her ear and his beard scraped at her jaw. "Don't you tease me, woman." He growled lowly.

Tala's head fell back against his shoulder and she looked up at him. His eyes were dark, that familiar sparkle in them that she saw every time he was inside her. A sudden swell of emotion washed over her and her eyes glassed up, turning in his embrace to face him.

"I love you, V."

He bent to capture her lips in a kiss that left her breathless, backing her into the bedroom. "Show me then."