Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the Fast and the Furious. Dominic Toretto, Sgt. Turner, Brian (Spilner) O'Connor, Vince, Mia, Leon and Letty are not mine. All other characters were created by me.

She pulled up alongside him in the parking lot and got out of her car. As she got out, he shot a quick look in her direction, but thought nothing of it. Then he saw her car. It was a Honda Civic, something that he would drive.

He walked up to it and noticed that it had recently had a lot of work done on it. Not only had it had an interior body job, but it was obvious that is had also had an exterior body job done, including being repainted.

She stood in the doorway, watching him as he looked over her car. He looked kinda rugged, but no doubt about it, he was attractive. His muscles rippled under his nicely pressed navy shirt and his khaki pants looked great on him. His head was shaved, but that just made him that much more attractive.

"You like?" she asked, breaking into his thoughts.

He nodded his approval and looked up at her. She had on a pair of nice fitting blue jeans, a white baby tee, and a black leather jacket. Her sunglasses were in her hand and he could see her caramel brown eyes that nicely accented her brown hair.

"It's nice," he commented. He didn't want to seem too impressed. It wasn't his style.

"Built it myself," she wasn't trying too hard either. It was as if there were some unspoken rule between the two of them or something.

He stood up and she saw that he was a couple of inches taller than she. She stood five foot six, so he must've been somewhere around six foot two.

"Interesting. Never met a chick that involved in drag racing. Name's Dom," he said, extending his hand, which she shook firmly.

"Madison. Madison Steele. I'm new in town," she commented, as if it made a difference to her.

Before Dom could say anything else, two cars roared around the corner and pulled to a stop in the parking lot. A tall, lanky guy stepped out of the red car and a chick stepped out of the white one.

Madison watched as the two approaches she and Dom. The guy obviously seemed to know Dom, because they shook hands and patted each other on the back. The chick hung back some, keeping her eye on Madison.

"Guys, this is Madison. Madison, meet Christian and Kyra. Christian and I have been friends since fifth grade. Kyra just started hanging out with us about two years ago.

Christian looked at Madison and took her in. No doubt in his mind, the girl was cute. She had all the right moves except for one. Any chick that he was interested in had to drag race. That was a definite qualification that she had to have.

Christian had been so busy looking at Madison that he didn't see the car they were standing by. It was a nicely remade version of a 2001 Honda Civic. The interior had been redone as well as a body kit put on. He was impressed.

"New ride, Dom?" Christian asked. Kyra's eyes had never moved from Madison's face until now.

Kyra looked at the car and liked it immediately. Maybe Dom had gotten it for her. He was always saying that she needed to race more.

Before Dom could respond, Madison jumped in.

"No, actually it's mine. I have this thing for cars that's been instilled in me since I was little," Madison commented.

"This…is yours?" Kyra asked.

Christian's mind was still reeling. He had finally found a chick that seemed to fill all of his qualifications. But he wasn't sure if she was interested in him.

"Yeah," Madison began to explain. "I've been racing for about six years now. It's become an important part of my life now. It helps make me who I am."

Dom was impressed. Kyra had only been racing about a year. Madison was not only fine, but had also been drag racing for six years. Any chick who can hold her own with the big boys for six years and not give up deserved to be acknowledged.

"Nice. So, how well do you drive?" Dom asked.

Madison smiled. She was waiting for her moment. Here was her chance.

"Well. I would say that I can handle my speed."

Dom smiled. She wasn't overly confident. That was a good thing in a drag racer, especially in a chick. It meant that she knew how to handle her own.

"You lookin' for some competition?" Dom questioned.

"You lookin' to race?" Madison countered.

Kyra and Christian looked on in disbelief. No one openly accepted a challenge from Dominic Toretto.

"What you got to give?" Dom asked.

"You name the price," Madison answered.

Dom thought for a moment. It was quite an interesting position that he was in. She was letting him name the price. She had a lot to lay on the line.

"I'll tell you what," Dom began, "we'll see how the race goes and the winner names the price. That way, no one throws the race."

"Oh, so you're saying that I'd let you win? Well, Dom, if you believe that I'm like that, then you've got another thing coming."

Christian knew that Dom would be stupid not to accept this challenge by Madison, who was, according to him, fine. Dom knew it too, Christian could tell.

"So, we have a deal?" Dom was getting impatient.

"Yeah, we've got a deal," Madison agreed.

"Alright then. Let's go," Dom said.

He headed for his car and she walked over to hers. Before Madison could get into her car, she felt a hand on her shoulder. She turned around to see that it was Christian.

"Yeah, what's up?"

"Just wanted to say good luck. Dom's a tough one to beat. But if you can, my hat's off to ya," Christian commented.

"Thanks."

In the back, Madison could see Kyra, who was still in awe that the car was hers.

Dom pulled his car up next to her, rolled down the window and said,

"Follow me."