Disclaimer: Now as everyone knows or they should know I am in love with Leon. It would be my life's dream to own Leon…however I don't. Sometimes it gets me mad but I understand what they mean. Still I love him. As do many people. So unfortunately I don't own Leon or Vince or Jesse. I don't own the Fast and the Furious. So basically I don't own anything. Which is a shame because I would take good care of them.

Again I don't own anything. Please with all do respect don't sue. It's nearing Christmas and I've spent all my money on gifts.

Summary: Who says you can't go back home? Obviously the slamming door, inches away from his nose says you can't.

Pairings: Multiple pairings. Mostly Leon and a new character.

Avondale, Arizona.

Chapter 4: Giving It Back.

Sing to me the song of the stars
Of Your galaxy dancing and laughing
and laughing again
When it feels like my dreams are so far
Sing to me of the plans that You have for me over again

I give You my apathy
I'm giving You all of me
I want Your symphony
Singing in all that I am
At the top of my lungs I'm giving it back

Only Hope- Switchfoot.

He was sleeping when Casey came into his room and shook him awake. "Go away." Leon swatted him with his hand.

"Leon, wake up." Casey shook him again.

"Casey, get the fuck out of my room."

He felt a hand slap him hard on the head. He lifted his head up and squinted in the darkness. "Madge! Stop fucking hitting me on the head!" He exclaimed when he saw his older sister.

"I told you once and I'll tell you again, don't swear at me Leon Strong." She bent down and picked his clothes off of the floor. She tossed them at him. "Get up and get dressed."

"No." Leon groaned. He laid his head on his pillow. Not two seconds later he felt someone shake him. "What the hell do you want?"

"Owen's in the hospital Leon."

That woke him up. He sat straight in his bed. "I'm sorry, what?"

"Owen is in the hospital." Casey repeated.

Leon got up and put on his pants. He grabbed his shirt and put it over his head. "What happened?"

"They don't know everything but there was this guy who came in with her. I know him from school. He's not a bad guy or anything but he's sort of trouble. Gets in trouble with the law I mean. He's the one who called. He said that everything was going well, until she lost control…"

"Until she lost control of what?" Leon was putting on his sneakers.

"There's this strip about fifteen minutes away from here. I think it's called Dead Man's Strip, I'm not really sure."

Leon froze and looked up at his younger brother. "Casey, she wasn't…"

Casey nodded. "She was racing when she lost control of the car."

They were in the hospital waiting area when the doctor came up to them. "Mr. and Mrs. Lindberg?" They both stood up. "I'm Dr. Cleo. I treated your daughter Owen."

At this point everyone stood up and surrounded the doctor. "She has two broken ribs, a sprained arm and a minor head concussion. She did have internal bleeding but we managed to stop it when she came in. She sustained several cuts and bruises but nothing that could be of severe damage. The only thing that we were worried about was the internal bleeding but like I said before we managed to stop it." Dr. Cleo paused before she started again. "Your daughter is a very lucky young woman. She's in room 217, down the hall and turn right and it's the second door on the left." She walked away.

Leon breathed a sigh of relief. He watched as Carmen and Greg went down the hall. He'd go visit her. When everyone else had their turn.

It didn't occur to him that he had slept so when he was awaken for the second time that night he came face to face with Greg Lindberg. Leon sat straight in his chair and grabbed the sides. "Mr. Lindberg, I, uh… I just want to say that I'm really sorry for everything that has happened. I never meant for any of that."

"I know." Greg said.

Leon did a double take. "You do? I mean, yeah I just, you know what? I'll shut up."

"Leon, Jesse loved you like a brother and when you two left Owen was heartbroken. She sat on the windowsill everyday for the next seven years. Not a day went by when she didn't stand or sit on the windowsill, waiting. I know that you'd never do anything to harm Jesse. Ryder was the only thing that Owen had to hold on to. When he died, Owen just wasn't the same. To be truthful none of us were the same." He paused and Leon saw tears make their down the man's face. "Carmen and I lost two of our children and we almost lost Owen. All of them relating to cars." He took a shaky breath. "What I'm trying to say is I know that you'd do anything for Jesse and you'd probably die for him."

"I would." Leon said.

"I know Leon. Just, stay around Owen for a little while. I think you're the only person she has that a little bit of Jesse left in them. Rocky and Casey have a little bit of Ryder and you have a little bit of Jesse." Greg stood up. "You're father said that you'd be able to stay with Owen while Carmen and I go home. We won't be long we just need to…"

"Mr. Lindberg? Take as much time as you need."

Greg nodded. He grabbed Carmen's hand when she came up to them.

Leon made his way down the hall and turned right.

He sat next to her bed and watched her breathe out and in. She looked fragile and broken. He sighed and laid his head on his arms.

What was he supposed to say? Well he knew what he wanted to say he just couldn't say it.

He turned his head and looked out the window. It was still dark. He looked at the clock hanging on the other side of the wall. 4:17 glared at him. He glared back.

"I still don't get it." A voice rasped.

Leon lifted his head and saw Owen's blue eyes staring at him. "Hey Owen." He awkwardly said.

"I tried it before. Street racing. I thought that if I tried it I could understand why you and Jesse left. I've tried it before. I was always in the passenger seat while Ayden, the guy who I always go with, drives. Today I wanted to drive. I figured I could understand more if I was in charge. I didn't feel anything. Other then my ribs crashing. Why was it so important to you and Jesse?"

Leon ran a hand through his hair. "Not everyone likes it. The speed, the adrenaline, some people hate it. They think it's a menace to society. Maybe you're one of those people."

"Maybe I'm jealous."

"Jealous? Of street racing? I never knew you could be jealous of street racing." Leon answered.

"It took you and Jesse away from me. It took Ryder away from me." Owen said.

"Ryder died in a car crash didn't he?" Leon asked.

"Who do you think the other person was? He was driving home from work and took the shortcut. The person in the other car was speeding, playing chase from the cops. He slammed into Ryder's car and it threw him off the side of the road. Racing kills Leon!" She grabbed her ribs. "It kills and it hurts people. How can you or Jesse find anything attractive in that?"

"It's the way some people are." He said.

Silence fell over them. "He wrote to me. Jesse he wrote to me. Once every month for the past seven years. In every single one of his letters he said that he was coming home. I sat at the windowsill everyday waiting for him to come back home. Eighty-four letters are under my bed in a shoe box. I waited and waited and he never came. You never came."

Leon nodded. "I really am sorry."

Owen shook her head. "Don't bother to be sorry. I never wrote back. I was too scared to write back. He'd write and I'd read. I think it was some unspoken agreement. He was like that. He knew that I didn't give up on him. I'd lost hope, but I'd never give up. His letters were something that I could cling too." She paused, "There was this song that Ryder used to listen too. When I heard it I thought of Jesse. I thought of everything and everyone. When Ryder died it was the only song I would listen too."

Leon's throat was suddenly dry. He cleared it. "How does the song go?"

He heard her take a deep breath and start to sing in a low voice the song.

"If you see me at midnight
Walking the streets
You'll know it was me for I cannot sleep
I've pushed away the dreams
And spoiled the quiet
I'm propelled by fear
And not the righteous"

He sat back in his chair and listened to the words as they flowed to his ears.

"So have you been to a place like this?
To see your breath as it paints against the sky
The fever is near
I wish you were here

I'm thinking ambitious
I've got this feeling things will be alright
So go break a leg night
Been given the green light
So go entertain them
They're waiting for you
They're waiting for you

So have you been to a place like this?
To see your breath as it paints against the sky
Feeling so right and things will run
The fever is near
I wish you were here"

He heard her voice crack at the last five words. He looked at her and saw that her hands were covering her face. He got up and got into bed with her. He held onto her as she started to cry.

He knew that her ribs were going to hurt later on.

He figured that at that moment her heart was hurting more then her ribs ever would.

He crept up the stairs. He was grateful that Greg let him in. He looked down the hall. Last door on the left. He kept repeating. He walked into the room. He walked towards the bed and got down on his knees. He lifted the covers off the floor and saw a box in the middle of the floor underneath the bed. He laid down on his stomach and reached for it.

He sat cross-legged with the box in front of him. He pulled the top off the box and saw a stack of letters. He reached for one.

He opened the already open letter and started to read.

September 4th 1999

Dear Owen,

It's me your big brother Jesse. I know you're probably confused and sad but don't be. You have Ryder and he's better then I'll ever be. Leon and I are both in L.A. it's really amazing here Owen. You'd love it. We met some people and we're living with them. Their nice and they love racing like me and Leon. How are mom and dad? Pretty mad huh? I guess that's okay. It was my choice wasn't it?

I'm going to keep this letter short and sweet but expect a letter every month from me because, well, because I love you. I'm going to tell you though, I guarantee you the letters are going to be longer as the time passes.

Love you forever and always,

Your big brother Jesse.

P.S. No matter how much time passes never forget that you're always on my mind. And I promise that Leon and I will be home to visit soon.

Leon wiped a tear from his eye. I'm home Jesse. I'm home.

You're all probably going to shoot me in the head but that's okay. It's done. I know surprise ending but I just really wanted it to be finished before I had to go back to school. It's New Years Eve and I'm really need to get ready for a party because my mother's about to chop my head off. Oh well I suppose going headless will be the new fab. I'm joking! Don't worry! Anyways, Happy New Years and may 2006 bring much happiness and joy. That sounded like a Hallmark card didn't it? Seriously though, Happy New Year!

To my reviewers:

OTHLover04: Thank you very much and I hope you liked this last chapter.

Sweetest Addiction: I'm glad that predictable in this case is fine! Trust the church part was my favorite too! It was fun to write. The thing with this story is that I was in such a rush to finish because this break was not a break it was more like a hectic two weeks off with so many projects that I need to finish but never got around to even starting it. So it was a rush and probably wasn't my best work but I'm satisfied with it. Hopefully you liked the story!

TallyZ: I guess they reached common ground. I figured that Leon seemed to be the type of guy who is a god-fearing person but doesn't really show it. I was going to cry in the movie because of Jesse. Seriously, I was close to dying! Hope you liked it!

Imaslacker: Hot, sexy, handsome, take your pick. He's gorgeous! I'm glad you loved it.

Takerlover21: Hopefully you liked it. Thank you for the review!

To all of you! Thank you so much. If I missed someone feel free to trash me.

Happy New Years!

Truly,

Books.

P.S. The song in italics in the chapter is called The City Lights by Umbrellas. It's a great song and it doesn't belong to me. Again Happy New Years and hopefully I'll be writing more in the future!