All right, I am SOOO sorry that it has taken forever for me to update. I was enjoying my first couple weeks of freedom and have the biggest writer's block. I want to thank all those that continue to read and review, you guys are the greatest! So without further ado, here's is the next chapter.

Dom must have taken off her shoes and placed her underneath the blankets because that was the exact way she had woken up. Her body was wrapped up in blankets with her back to a comforting mass, an arm around her waist cradling her to him while the other lay underneath her head. A deep inhalation signaled his wakening and Bree peeked over her shoulder to see his eyes still shut.

"Are you going to pretend to be asleep all morning or do you plan on opening your eyes?" she whispered back to him.

"You're awake?" he asked opening his eyes.

"No, that's why I'm talking to you," she bantered. Dom raised an eyebrow at her and shook his head, making Bree giggle. "So, what time is it?"

Dom rolled onto his back while Bree flipped over, bracing her hand on his chest.

"Nine, why? You got somewhere to be today?" he asked yawning.

"No, but I want to do some stuff today," she answered as she lay her head on his chest. "What about you, you got anything planned?"

"It's Sunday, so no. We usually just hang around or do something together. There's a car that we're kind of behind on though, might go down and work a bit," he said brushing hair back from her face. Bree suddenly became aware of herself.

"Oh my gosh, I probably have the worst bed head ever," she mumbled into his chest.

"Looks fine to me," Dom replied.

"Dom," she started, looking up, her hazel eyes amused, "You're a guy, anything looks good to you. I'm going to go take a shower." Bree rose up, pulling off the covers.

"Come on, you look fine," Dom commented, his arm latching onto hers in an attempt to pull her back down. Bree allowed herself to be pulled back down and curled back up to him. Dom scooted down until her was looking directly into Bree's face. It was true that her hair was pretty wild but he liked it; it made her more tangible, more real.

"What?" Bree asked, growing self conscious under his scrutiny.

"Nothing. Just looking at you," he answered as he brought his face closer. Their breath mingled together before he kissed her. Her hand gripped at his shoulder, while his wrapped around her hip, bringing her closer. A sigh of contentment escaped his lips as he continued to kiss her, raining kisses down her face and throat. It seemed so strange to be satisfied when he was just kissing her.

He reluctantly pulled away a few minutes later, enjoying the daze look on Bree's face, her face flush, breathing a little ragged. "Go take your shower."

Bree pressed one last kiss against his lips and then got up, closing the door behind her.

Dom sat up and couldn't keep a smile off his face as he dressed. He headed down stairs and entered the kitchen to find Mia with her head in the fridge.

"Morning," he greeted as he grabbed a mug out of the cupboard and poured himself some coffee.

"Morning," Mia replied, grabbing out a few things and started making breakfast. Dom stared at her for a second before setting his cup down and joining her. Mia looked up, studying him, finally handing him a knife and the potato she'd just finish peeling. A smile that hadn't graced her face for a while surfaced.

She'd miss this. When they were younger, their dad had shown them how to cook, being both skilled at mechanics and surprisingly, cooking. Childhood memories of the three of them squished at the counter, all helping make whatever meal swam in her mind and she had to force the tears back. She sniffled and knew that Dom's eyes were on her. She glanced up to see him offering her a smile, telling her he was thinking the same thing she was.

Once the last potato had been chopped, Dom wrapped Mia up in a hug, Mia clinging onto him as a tear fell from beneath her closed eyelid. Dom had stopped cooking after their dad had died. She never knew why, but the fact that he was picking it back up said a lot.

"You tell anyone I helped you cook and there's going to be hell," he jokingly threatened. Mia let out a laugh; there was the brother she knew. But she knew that Dom would have put down the knife if he had heard someone coming. It was kind of their little secret. No one knew Dom knew how to really cook, not even Letty or Vince. It was something they had shared with their dad and was theirs alone.

Dom kissed the top of her forehead before letting her go, grabbing his cup of coffee and sitting down at the table. Mia turned back and finished making breakfast. Things were looking so much better.

Breakfast had been eaten and Bree and Mia were busy cleaning up the kitchen.

"So what's on the agenda for today?" Mia asked as she passed Bree a plate to dry.

"Well, I'm getting a physical therapy case starting Monday so I figured it'd be a good idea to go out and see what apartments are available."

"You're leaving?" Mia exclaimed turning towards her.

"Well, not exactly leaving, but I need to find a place of my own. This was always meant to be temporary. Plus I'm sure that there are a whole bunch of places available around here," Bree added. Mia grew quiet and finally spoke up after a bit.

"Did you tell Dom yet?"

"What? No, why? Just because we're going out now doesn't change the fact that I need an apartment. In fact, I should be trying harder to find one now." At Mia's confused stare, Bree continued on. "If I'm staying here, the temptation to take things farther then they should is always going to be present, especially if I'm only sleeping down the hall from him. Things would…I can't…I need to take this one slow. As much as I try to seem like the whole Daman thing doesn't hurt, I does. I really like your brother, I do, but I can't do that again, I can't go through that again," Bree finished quietly.

"Okay, we'll go look. But just promise me you'll tell Dom," Mia replied.

"Tell me what?" Dom questioned as he appeared in the kitchen, dressed in some coveralls and a wife beater. He kissed Bree on the cheek and leaned against the counter next to her.

"Uh, Mia and I were thinking about going shopping today," she started, continuing on after Mia gave her a not so soft kick. "And I was thinking about going and seeing what apartments were available." Dom's cheek gave a twitch and Bree knew that he wasn't too happy about it.

"Fine," was all he said before walking out the door. Bree gave a sigh and finished drying the dishes.

"Well that went well," she stated dryly.

"Don't worry, that could have gone way worse," Mia said trying to cheer her up. "So…you said something around the lines of shopping?"

"I guess I did. You up for it?"

Four hours of shopping and three hours of apartment searching later, Bree was completely exhausted. Both the girls collapsed on the couch, bags surrounding them.

"Damn! Did you guys buy out the stores or what?" Vince griped from the kitchen door, a Corona in hand, Brian not to far behind him.

"No, it just looks like a lot. You buy one shirt and they have to stick it in this big dumb bag," Bree explained.

"So, care to tell what's up with Dom?" Vince questioned as he sat himself down in an armchair.

"I could, but I don't know how much good it'll do," Bree answered with a sigh. She got up, gathering her bags.

"Where you going?" Mia asked as Brian took the spot Bree just vacated.

"I'm going to go put my stuff away and then talk to that lug that is your brother," she replied over her shoulder as she walked upstairs.

Bree simply dropped the bags of clothes in her room, grabbed her car keys, and headed back outside. The drive to the garage was quick and she soon found herself inside, staring at his back as he looked over an engine.

"So…" Bree drawled out, noticing his back tense up. She walked over to him, resting on hand on his back, messaging it. She felt his muscles slowly relax. "So want to tell me what this is all about?" she asked even though she knew the answer. Dom let out a breath, holding on to the car frame.

"It's nothing," he replied then started working again.

"Pfft, that was a lie if I ever heard one," she shot back and Dom looked at her over his shoulder to see her standing with her hands on her hips, one eyebrow quirked. He finally turned and leaned back against the car, crossing his arms.

"Look, you knew that me living with you guys was only going to be a temp thing." Dom remained silent and Bree heaved a sigh after a few minutes. "I'm not going to play these stupid games with you."

"You're staying," he stated.

"Excuse me? You want to run that by me one more time?"

"I said that you're staying. You don't need an apartment," he replied.

"I can't believe you just told me that. You don't run my life. Remember, you don't own me," she spat back, sighing when Dom didn't say anything back, just staring at her with cold fury. "Whatever Dom, I'm too tired to deal with this. Just talk to me when you're ready." Bree turned and left out of the garage, leaving Dom alone, something he was grateful for. If it had been Letty, she would have kept pushing till he exploded.

He turned around and tried to work on the car. Bree's face kept floating in his mind though. Bree was right, her living with them was supposed to only be temporary. But they were together now, didn't that mean she should stay? Then he remembered the hesitation she had last night to go watch a movie with him, afraid it would go farther than a movie. He hated the fear he had seen last night.

He may not know the whole story of Daman, but he knew the basics and knew that she was still really hurting over it. Sometimes when she didn't realize he was looking, he could see the pain in her eyes; she'd just as soon cover it up when she saw he was looking. She was the same way he was in the respect, covering up the pain and hurt. What made it worse was that he'd pretty much acted like a jerk when she'd come all the way down here to talk to him, practically telling her that he owned her. God, wasn't that what Letty had always been screaming at him for, for controlling her.

He heaved a sigh and called it quits on the car. He hurriedly put away the tools he'd been using and locked up the garage. He knew that she wasn't going to talk to him, that he'd have to be the one who made it right.

By the time he got back up to the house, Mia was already setting food on the table, the guys gathered around. His eyes searched the room, looking for Bree. He turned questioning eyes towards Mia when he didn't see her anywhere

"She's having dinner in her room. She said not to bug her," Mia said, her own brown eyes letting him know that she was serious and a slight shake of her head told him not to go.

Dom sat down, cradling his head in his hands. He guessed there was always tomorrow.

Bree woke up the next morning feeling a bit better. Dom hadn't come talk to her last night so she presumed that Mia had told him not to. She rolled over and looked at the clock. Damn, if she didn't book if she was going to be late. She quickly got up and then she saw them.

Sitting on the top of her dresser was a small bouquet of red roses, the stark white card standing out within the bunch. She snatched the card and opened it.

Tonight. 7:00. Come to the café. Wear something nice.

Bree smiled, if this was his idea of making things right with her, then it was starting to working. She frowned when she read it again. The café? What was so romantic about that? She was just going to have to trust him. A look at the clock had her dropping the card and running towards the shower. The last thing she needed was to be late for work.

"Last set guys!" Bree called out. Sweat was gathering on her face and her muscles burned in a good way. "5, 6, 7, 8! Cool down stretches!" For the next few minutes, the only sound was the deep breathing of the class. "Alright guys, that was great. See you Wednesday!" Bree said dismissing them, a chorus of byes ringing out. She ran a towel over her face and began to pack up the stuff in the room, saying goodbye to a few people who were still straggling around.

She grabbed her duffle bag and then headed towards the special rooms. The door to room 2 was already open and she stepped inside.

"Hope I'm not late," she greeted, smiling at Lenny who was standing in the room.

"Nope, was just showing our client to the room. Bree, I'd like you to meet your new client, Johnny Tran. Johnny Tran, this is Bree Delaney," Lenny introduced as he stepped aside to relieve an average built Asian man in a wheelchair. He might have been built once but his skin hung a little loose on his lean frame. His features were set in a stoic expression, his almost black eyes blank and as dark as night.

"Nice to meet you, Ms. Delaney," he said in a monotone voice.

"You can call me Bree," she replied with a smile that he didn't return. Johnny simply nodded his head and turned to look at Lenny.

"Well, I'll let you get to work. Here's his file and what the doctor recommended," Lenny said handing her a folder. "If you need anything, page me."

"Will do," Bree called after him as he left the room and she began to flip through the file, her eyes scanning over the information. "So, you were shot and have been in a coma for a few months. Bullet hit your spinal cord and you lost most of your gross motor skills, so we're starting from scratch."

"Am I ever going to be like I was before?" Johnny asked, while his voice didn't show his fear, there was the slightest glimmer of it in his eyes. She had sympathy for him; who wouldn't? To be shot and put into a coma was a hardship and she respected the determination he seemed to have.

"Well, that's what I am hoping. But, I need you to understand that it's not going to happen over night. It's going to take a LOT of time and patience," Bree emphasized.

"I understand," he replied with another curt nod and then Bree began explaining the plan and what exactly they were going to do.

Physical therapy was slow and Johnny had been vague and quiet during the whole session. Bree didn't know if that was this norm, but she was going to crack him sooner or later. She couldn't handle the no talking thing. Plus, he was going to be in therapy for a while, they might as well be friends.

"Alright, I think that's enough for today," Bree instructed. "So, you up for lunch?"

"You want to eat lunch?" he asked, taking the towel Bree was passing to him.

"Yeah, I'm starving. No breakfast and working out all day, makes a girl hungry. So, you want to come or not?" Bree gave him a smile.

"Not today, no thank you, but perhaps Wednesday?" He replied with a smile that made his face warm up and made him look much younger.

"That'd be great. So I'll see you Wednesday." Bree waved bye as a nurse came in and took him out. Bree gathered her things and started heading outside.

"BREE!" She turned to see Lenny coming down the stairs at her.

"Yeah?"

"Think you can fill in later? Ernie called in sick," he explained as he handed some papers to Zeke who was behind the front desk.

"Sure. That's at 2:30, right?"

"Thanks Bree, you're a peach."

Bree left and headed down to the café, only to find Mia with a couple customers, so she sat down at the counter, waiting till she was free.

"Hey, what's up?" Mia asked as she made her way over to her.

"Nothing really. Got to go back to work in an hour," she answered while looking at her watch.

"You covering for someone?" Bree nodded yes. "So what do you want?"

"Turkey sandwich and a cold bottle of water."

"You got it." Mia whipped it together and set it down in front of her after grabbing a bottle of water.

"Thanks Mi. So where is everyone else?" She asked in between bites.

"You just missed them. I talked to Dom too," Mia added with a smirk.

"Oh, you brat! You so know what's going to happen, don't you?" Mia's smirk only got bigger and she mimicked zipping her lips. "You suck," Bree stated with a pout.

"Don't worry, you'll enjoy it," she said before turning serious. "You've been good for him, you know. When he was with Letty, they were always fighting and yelling, but since he's been with you, he's been different. Sometimes I think you were purposely sent to him," she finished, a whimsical look on her face.

"Mia, I am not an angel or whatever you want to think I am. I'm just some girl that got cheated on by her boyfriend and managed to bump into your brother. That doesn't automatically change him," Bree countered back but the expression on Mia's face told her that no matter what she said, Mia wasn't going to change what she believed.

"Sure, whatever you need to tell yourself, but he's is different, and it's because of you."

By the time Bree arrived back to the house, it was almost 5. She ran up the stairs, taking another shower and dressing the new green dress she had gotten, that accented the green in her hazel eyes and fell around her knees. She combed her hair and left it down, waves forming as it dried. She lined her eyes with black eyeliner and left the rest of herself natural. She rustled her hands through her hair one last time and then headed down stairs, keys in hand.

"Woah baby!" Leon catcalled as she walked down the stairs, Vince and Jesse whistling behind him.

"Oh stop it you guys," she said as she felt her cheeks turn red. "So I'm going now." She turned and headed out the door, Mia shouting after her.

"Knew that dress was good for something!"

The sun was fading as Bree pulled up to the café. She parked her car and got out. The front of the café was covered, except for one last panel where a curtain hanged.

"Dom?" She called out, parting the curtain and stepping inside. A soft glow was coming from the middle of the café where space had been cleared for a table, where two candles were lit.

"Just give me a sec, I'm putting on the last touches," he answered from behind the counter. She stepped closer and saw that he was fixing something, an apron tied around his waist. "Sit down, I'll be there in a sec," he instructed.

Bree sat down in one of the chairs and rested her head in her palm, watching Dom. Soon he was rounding the counter, two plates in hand. He set them down and began to pour two glasses of wine. Once he has set those down, he untied the apron and threw it on the counter behind him.

He was dressed in a button up white shirt, which was only buttoned in the middle and flashed her peeks of his toned stomach. He finally sat down, his eyes glossing over her, his smile showing that he definitely approved. They ate in silence for a few minutes before Bree spoke up.

"Don't think that making a romantic dinner is going to get you off the hook."

"I know," he said soberly, setting down his fork. "What I said yesterday. I was wrong. And…I'm sorry. If you think you need get an apartment, then I'll help you get one."

Bree allowed what he said to set in before she spoke again. "Dom, I love being around you guys and I love being with you, but I can't be dependent on you. If this doesn't work, I'm going to be back at square one again. I'm not saying that this isn't going to work," she rushed on when he saw he was about to protest. "But I need to be sure that I'll still be okay if it doesn't. Plus, you're a hard guy to resist, I don't want to end up taking things to far and regret it."

"But I'm taking things slow. I want to get it right," Dom declared.

"I know," she said grabbing his hand and giving it a squeeze. "But it's not you I don't trust, it's myself. I'm sorry. I just have a tendency to be impulsive sometimes and follow my heart even when it's not the smartest or best choice. Hence the whole me running out with all my stuff even though I didn't have anywhere to stay," she added with a chuckle.

"Well, I'm being honest when I say I want to do this right this time and I'm going to try-"

"But I'm going to have be patient with a stubborn you, right?" she cut in with a laugh that he joined in. "Oh, this pasta is really good," she commented after taking a bite. "Where did you get it?"

"I made it," Dom answered.

"Are you for serious?" Bree asked with wide eyes.

"Yeah, I can cook, I just don't like people knowing I can. You're the first person to know, other than Mia," he replied with almost embarrassed expression. "My dad…he was a great cook. He use to get me and Mia together during the morning and dinner and he would teach us."

"So I'm lucky number one after Mia?"

"Yeah," he answered with a timid smile, almost afraid of what her reaction would be.

"Well Mr. Toretto, I think I might actually keep you around," she commented with another laugh.

"Oh really?" he shot back, his self-confidence back in place.

"Yeah, don't you know that a guy that can actually cook is attractive?"

"Well now I do." Dom leaned over the table, one hand brushing her hair behind her ear. His hand curled around her cheek and pulled her forward, letting his lips brush against hers. Bree leaned into the kiss and lost herself in the feeling of him for a few seconds before pulling back and flashing him a smile that he returned.

They continued to eat until everything was gone, including the bread that had also been placed at the table.

"That was good. Thank you," she said, her eyes conveying to him that she was not only thankful for the meal but for also sharing a little part of him with her. "You feel like talking a walk on the beach?"

Twenty minutes later, they were strolling down the beach, holding hands. Bree giggled at the mental image she had of them in her mind.

"What you laughing at?" Dom asked.

"Nothing, just, could this be more cliché or what?" She answered and Dom laughed. They continued walking on, stopping when they came to a small dune. Dom stopped and sat down; Bree followed him and sat in front of him, letting him pull her back to him.

"When I was little," she started, feeling Dom draw her closer and set his chin on her shoulder, his arms curled around her. "My dad…he taught me how to play basketball. He even coached my team a couple years. He'd take me to all my practices and games; he was always there to cheer me on. Once he left, I tried to continue on, but it didn't feel right. So I quit. Haven't even touched one since then and haven't stepped back onto the court. I left it all behind, took down my trophies and stashed them away. No body knows that I can play or even that I did."

They were silent for a bit, Bree enjoying the crash of the waves on the beach not to far in front of them. "He left when I was thirteen. Haven't seen him since then. Kinda hurts to know that he's out there, somewhere, and not once has he even attempted to see me." She forced down the sob that lodged in her throat.

"I'm sorry," Dom said into her ear, pressing a kiss right below it.

"It's okay, not your fault. You kind of just learn to deal with it over time." She turned and gave him a small smile. The silence was broken when Dom noticed she was shaking the slightest bit.

"Cold?"

"Just a little," she answered, moving closer to him.

"Then let's head home." Dom picked her up as he rose, carrying her bridal style.

"Dom! Put me down!" she cried out.

"Oh stop your whining and hold on before I drop you," he shot back. Bree gave a sigh and snuggled closer to him, wrapping her arms around his neck.

"So, you really going to help me find an apartment?" she asked as she recalled their conversation from earlier.

"If that's what you want, then yes," he answered without missing a step, looking down at her briefly.

"Thanks," she said. Maybe Mia was right, maybe he was changing.

Allright, so the mystery physical therapy patient was Johnny Tran. I know that in the movie it made it seemed like he died, but for the sake of this fic, let's say he was revived and was just put into a coma. Please review and let me know what you guys thought!