AN: Hope you guys are enjoying the story! This is just a fun chapter! Things are going to start heating up in the next one with Tony's racing, Letty having a crush on Dom, who does Vince had a crush on? Let me know what you think! REVIEW! Thanks to everyone who has reviewed and followed the story!

Stella's eyes shot open as she looked at the ceiling fan as it spun and spun around. The sun was shining directly into her room as her head turned to look at it. She groaned as she tried to lift her body up. She felt like she had been hit by a freight train. That's what Tony was. A freaking freight train. She leaned over putting her hand to her face. It hurt. She remembered the night before as Tony hurried into the hospital with her in his arms and Vince right on his tail. Dr. Torres was waiting for them at the door as Stella was laid on the gurney. She held tightly to Tony's hand as they wheeled her into the emergency room. "Dad?" Tony had released her hand. "DADDY!" She screamed leaning up. The door closed as she made eye contact with him. What was going to happen? Stella shook her head as she took in a deep breath before standing up. She hobbled over to the door and listened as the sound of drills filled up the house. She looked down at the purple cast that covered her hand as she sighed. It was summer and she had a broken wrist. She moved to the stairs and began taking them one by one. Her wrist was broken, she had two bruised ribs from where Tony had tackled her to the ground, one black eye, and busted lip. "I've seen worse." Dom replied standing at the bottom of the stairs.

"I doubt it." She mumbled taking his hand as he helped her down from the first step. "What is that noise?"

"Vince is moving in." Dom replied.

"I got that yesterday." She moved over to the couch and slowly sat down bringing her legs up before throwing the blanket over them. "Why is he is making so much racket?"

"He decided to tear down some walls down in the basement to make some rooms." Dom sat down next to her.

"Where is Vince?" Dom took her hand in his. "Is he okay?"

"Not really. He blames himself for what happened." Stella shook her head. "Listen…Vince is going to be living with us for a while. I know how you feel about him..."
"Dom…" Stella squirmed. She hated having this conversation. It might be obvious the crush she has on him but she didn't want to discuss it with anyone. "Let it go, okay." They sat there in silence when Mia appeared from the kitchen with a cup in her hand. "Is that for me?" Stella smiled.

"It's orange juice. Would you want something else?" Mia walked closer as Stella shook her head. "Are you hurting?" She shook her head again knowing it was lie. "I'm so sorry, Stel."

"Why?" Stella put the cup in her lap. "It's not your fault. It's weird…" She looked up at Dom. "I never knew how fast Pops was." Dom began to laugh as a smile formed on Mia's face. "He was nowhere near me when that guy got into the car." Stella bit her bottom lip. "Dom…is he racing again?"

Stella could hear the laughing outside as she stood up from the bed and walked over to the window. Mia was standing there with Dom and Vince laughing at something Dom had said. Vince's eyes shifted up to her window as she gave a soft wave to him. She was on house arrest until her ribs healed. It would take two to three weeks the doctor said. A figure caught her attention as she looked on the side walk as the Latina from down the street walked up to them. She wondered who she was? There was a knock at the door as Tony let it open revealing a tray full of food. "I could come downstairs and eat." Stella mumbled walking back to the bed.

"Doctor said you need to rest. You don't need to be doing stuff by yourself." Tony walked over and set the tray on her bedside table.

"I'm not broken."

"But you are." They remained silent as she looked at the door not wanting to make eye contact with him. "You shouldn't have been there."

"It was bound to happen. I've seen Vince way before the other night. I know what has been going on with him."

"Why were you home last night?"

She shrugged her shoulders. "I didn't want to be at the garage anymore. We weren't really doing anything…"

"Dom said that you and Mia were anxious to leave, like you were up to something."

"Dom always thinks I'm up to something." Tony eyed her as she grabbed the spoon on the tray and began eating her soup. She didn't want to talk to him about why her and Mia were coming home early. She wanted to make sure she was right. Dom didn't have a clue what she was talking about when she asked, but she knew what she was talking about. Vince's mom caught him off guard yesterday as he was heading out. She gave a soft smile to him. "I know that we upset you being there yesterday. And I am sorry that I got hurt." Tony nodded his head before patting his hand on the bed. He wasn't much for discussing his feelings with anyone. She knew last night was the night he almost broke down. She was hurt because of him. He jumped on top of her to keep the car from hitting her. He protected her. "Thank you for dinner."

"How about tomorrow we all go down to the beach? You can't get in the water but I know you have been dying to go down there all summer."

"Yes!" Stella squealed. "Thank you, daddy."

She heard the door close downstairs knowing the house was empty. She had pretended to be asleep when her dad came in to check on her. She wanted to know what he was up to and she was going to figure it out. She threw the covers off of her body and walked to the window as she watched her father pull the truck out of the driveway. She slowly walked down to the door and down the stairs trying not to make any noise. She kept her hand tight against her stomach making sure not to make too much movement. Breaking ribs could be the worst possible thing to break. There wasn't much that the doctor could do but run X-rays to make sure there weren't any splinters, them they just wrapped a super tight ace bandage around her stomach cutting off the circulation. Ribs are made to heal on their own. Stella had rolled her eyes when the doctor told her that. That's what led her to being bed ridden. She hurried into the kitchen and out the backdoor to the tiny garage. Tony had built it himself. He wanted a place to be able to put the Charger when he wasn't working on it. She grabbed a hold of the door with her good hand and pull. She let out a groan as the pain shot through the lower half of her body. She knew she shouldn't be doing this but she had to know. She had to know if he was racing again. As the door slid open, the Charger revealed itself to her. It was solid black. Dom and her dad had built it together. It was their baby. She moved her hand from the door and walked up next to the car as she ran her hand down the shiny black paint. It sure was a beauty. Tony would race her. He had never lost a race…until a year ago when he was put into the wall. She watched as the car flipped and flipped until it landed upside down on the left side of the race track wall.

She stood frozen in her seat as the noise seemed to take over her ears and her mind. She watched as the car flipped and flipped…she couldn't count the times but the car was on one side of the track and ended up at the other end. The bleachers she was sitting in shook as people began hoping off to go make sure their hero, Tony Toretto, was okay. But she couldn't move. Tony wasn't really a daredevil. He had been racing since he was teenager. This was just something he did. It never seemed to be dangerous until now. She felt someone tighten their hands around both of her arms and shake her body. "Listen to me!" Dom shouted in her face. "STELLA!" Her eyes adjusted as she made eye contact with him. "Dom…" She whispered. Her hands shook as he lifted her into his arms and off the bleachers. She took a deep breath in as she watched people continue to run down to the tracks. But why weren't they? Why weren't they going down to the tracks to see if he was okay? "Dom…" She stopped in her tracks. "Daddy…"

"Come with me." Dom held his hand out again. The tears filled up her eyes and quickly began to run down her face. "He's dead?" Was it a question? Was it a statement? She didn't know but they weren't moving. They weren't going to him. "He's dead." She repeated herself as Dom hurried over to her jerking her into his arms. "He's dead. He's dead." The sobs escaped her mouth as her voice was getting louder and louder. "NO!" Dom screamed causing her to stop. "Calm down, Stel. He's going to be okay."

"Dom…" Mia appeared behind them as Dom let Stella come into view. Mia had rushed over to her embracing her into her arms. She was only ten years old. She wasn't supposed to be feeling anything like this.

"What exactly are you doing?" Tony stood behind her as she jumped at the sound of his voice. "Do I have to tie to you that bed of yours?" Stella stood in silence as her father walked in. She looked down at the tires. He was racing. Tony sighed as he held his hands in the air. "I can explain…"

"Explain what?" Stella asked. "That you are racing again?"

"Stella…" Stella shook her head as she tried to move away from him. The reason his car flipped on the tracks was debris from the previous night's storm. The crew had missed it. The moment he went around the corner, his tire caught the rocks, his brakes locked, and his car flipped over and over again. It didn't kill him. He was hardly injured. It was a miracle he was able to walk away from it. But it would forever be ingrained into her brain. She knew, she just knew he was dead.

"When were you going to tell us?" She spun around to him. "Ever?" She shook her head again. "Why? Why do you want to do this so much?"

"Because I am good at it."

"You are good at a lot of things."

"You were young, Stella. You still are." Tony rubbed his hands over his face. "It is good money for us. I want you and Mia to be able to do things. Go to college. Make something of yourself."

"Do not put this on me and Mia." Stella didn't bother listening anymore as she moved into the house. She was fuming. He had almost died and he was willing to risk it all again. For what? The rush? The money? She moved through the house as she listen to the commotion going on in the living room. "Stel," Mia stopped her. That's when Stella noticed the new girl in the living room. "You okay?"

"I have to go back to bed. I'm injured, remember?" Stella heard the back door close as she moved up the stairs.

"Stella!" Tony shouted as he stormed into the living room. "I'm sorry, I didn't know we had company."

"Pops, this is Letty. She just moved in down the street. I was going to see if she could have dinner with us tonight."

"Hello, Letty." Tony held out his hand. "Sure, sweetheart. I need to go deal with your sister right now. Would you mind starting dinner for me?" He didn't wait for her to respond as he moved up the stairs.

"That was my sister. She was tackled yesterday by my dad…" Mia started.

"Mia!" Tony shouted as Mia let out a giggle as the two girls moved into the kitchen to begin dinner.

Stella threw the pencil down on to the desk as she looked out into the open garage. The sun shining bright into the room when she spotted Vince and Dom talking to a man about his car. It was her punishment to come to the garage for a week. She is supposed to be working on paperwork but her hand itched. She was bored. She sighed as she picked up the pencil again and began shoving it down the cast. "Hey." Vince replied softly walking into the room. "What are you up to?" She shook her head as she stuck the pencil deeper down. "Should you be doing that?"

"Is there something you wanted?" Stella asked throwing the pencil down on the desk. She shook her head. "I'm being punished because I found out pops was racing again. I have to come here every day for an entire week. It doesn't help that I can't really do anything because I have broken ribs and a broken wrist." Vince turned away. "I didn't do anything wrong." They sat there in silence as she kicked her foot against the desk. "You have been ignoring me for the past week." Vince turned his body towards her. His hair was growing longer as she noticed him trying to hide the bruises on his face. They were starting to fade into a greenish yellow but once close you could tell someone had hit him. His lip was still healing from the cut. "I don't blame you. I've never blamed you actually. I think what happened to you was horrible."

"I don't need your pity." He mumbled.

"Why are you being so mean to me?" There was a knock on the door as Mia walked in with the new neighbor behind her. "Hey." Stella whispered. Vince nodded his head as he stood up from the desk and walked away. Stella shook her head throwing the pencil across the room. "Still not doing too good?" Stella tolled her eyes as she stood up from the desk.

"Hi! I'm Stella." She held her good hand out and put on a fake smile.

"Letty." The Latina stuck her hand out. "It's nice to finally meet you." Letty stood tall as her long black hair cover most of her back. She wore a white tank top that looked too big for her with baggy jeans. The sound of her smacking her gum sounded in the room as Stella nodded her head. "Do you guys work on the cars here?"

"We can do some stuff." Stella replied. "But mostly just sit in here and help with the paper work." Stella moved back to the chair. "What are you two doing here?"

"Letty wanted to come by and see the place. She just moved here from San Jose."

"You like it?" Stella eyed the girl as she caught her looking outside in the garage.

"Huh?" Letty turned around. Stella began to laugh. "Sorry..."

"That's Dominic. He's our brother." Stella smirked as Mia scolded. "I think you met both of them, haven't you?"

"Yeah, the other night." Letty sat down on top of the desk as she played with the pen holder. Stella looked up just as Vince put his head down. "You two fighting or something?"

"Or something." Stella replied lifting herself up. "Let's get lunch. I am starving and I am also annoyed being here. I was promised a summer on the beach and I get this." She turned the computer off before walking to the door. "The diner?"

Laughter filled up the room as the dark room filled up with light as Stella shined the flashlight to the ceiling. They had built a sorry excuse for a fort leaving sheets all over the place. The pillows from the couch were on the floor and the three girls were lying side by side telling ghost stories. It had been a whole two months since Letty moved in down the street. The cast on Stella's arm was now full of signatures but mostly Letty's drawings. Stella moved the flashlight to her mouth and began to speak. "It was in the middle of the night when three girls were home alone they heard a noise downstairs. None of them wanted to get up to go look but they knew their parents weren't going to be home till the next day. They decided they would go check out the sound as a group. So they linked arms together and began making their way to the door...but stopped. The creaking of the wood stopped...it was in front of their bedroom door..."

"AHHHH!" Dom came running into the room tackling Stella as she threw the flashlight up in the air. The three girls let out a deafening scream as Dom began to tickle Stella. "You are terrible at telling ghost stories."

"Well then you tell one!" Stella shoved him off of her. She moved over as the two boys climbed into the fort. Dom ripped the flashlight from her hands. "This outta be good."

"Shhhh!" Dom put his finger to his mouth. "Okay...Once there was an old woman who went out in the woods to dig up some roots to cook for dinner. She spotted something funny sticking out of the leaves and dug around until she uncovered a great big hairy toe. There was some good meat on that toe which would make a real tasty dinner, so the old woman put it in her basket and took it home."

"What?" Stella sat up with a laugh. "A hairy toe?"

"Lay down!" Vince pushed her backwards. "Let him tell it."

"There is nothing scary about a hairy toe." Stella mumbled. Vince poked her in the side as she let out a squeal but nodding her head "Okay, okay."

"Listen..." Dom told her. "When she got back to her cottage, the old woman boiled up a kettle-full of hairy toe soup, which she ate for dinner that night. It was the best meal she'd had in weeks! The old woman went to bed that night with a full stomach and a big smile. Along about midnight, a cold wind started blowing in the tops of the trees around the old woman's house. A large black cloud crept over the moon and from the woods a hollow voice rumbled: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!" Inside the house, the old woman stirred uneasily in her bed and nervously pulled the covers up over her ears. From the woods there came a stomp-stomp-stomping noise as the wind whistled and jerked at the treetops. In the clearing at the edge of the forest, a hollow voice said: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!" Inside the house, the old woman shuddered and turned over in her sleep." Stella looked over at Mia and Letty who was entranced into the story. She pulled the covers up to her face as Vince grabbed her hand. "Suddenly, the front door of the cottage burst open with a bang, snapping the bar in two and sending it flying into the corners of the room." Vince tightened his grip on her hand causing her to jump. "There came the stomp, stomp, stomping noise of giant feet walking up the stairs. Peeping out from under the covers, the old woman saw a massive figure filling her doorway. It said: "Hairy toe! Hairy toe! I want my hairy toe!" The old woman sat bolt upright in terror and shouted: "I ATE your hairy toe!" "Yes, you did," the giant figure said very gently as it advanced into the room. No one living in the region ever saw the old woman again. The only clue to her disappearance was a giant footprint a neighbor found pressed deep into the loose soil of the meadow beside the house. The footprint was missing the left big toe." Dom smiled as he put the flashlight down.

"That's it?" Stella shot up. "Are you serious? That wasn't even scary." The front door swung open as Stella let out a piercing scream grabbing a hold of Vince's arm. The two boys began to laugh as Dom stood up to help their father into the house.

"What is going on in here?" Tony asked putting the boxes down. "What the hell happened to my living room?" The girls giggled as Dom motioned for Vince to follow him. Stella looked up at her father before laying back down letting the sheet fall over her face.

"That was pretty scary." Mia replied lying back down. "I mean what if someone ate your hairy toe?"

"Your toes are hairier than mine." Stella whined.

"I mean she could have found something else to eat." Letty replied as the girls began to laugh. It was good to have a friend over. It was always Mia and Stella together. Letty was fitting right into the family.