Disclaimer: I own no part of the Fast and Furious franchise. I'm just a huge fan!

I just need to say first before the chapter starts that I saw Fast and Furious 7 this weekend and I don't think that I have ever cried so hard at the end of a movie! Maybe I'm overly sensitive but a warning to everyone that hasn't seen it...bring tissues (and ladies do NOT wear makeup that is not waterproof). Possibly the saddest thing ever. When Paul Walker died the world lost an amazing soul.

Chapter 3: A Ten Minute Car?

Dom entered the house, his agitation only rising. They were all lounging about, not a care in the world. Did they even notice that he wasn't there? Vince was in the back, showing off what few guitar skills he had. Leon had several Chasers around him, a couple even on his lap as he whispered in their ears. And Letty, she was laying on the floor playing a video game. That one hurt the most. Supposedly she was the love of his life, but she looked like she didn't have a care in the world about whether he was there or not. They didn't even notice his presence until he started forward. Leon was the first to see him.

"Yo, Dom. We were just about to go looking for you, brother."

Hearing the blatant lie, he knocks Leon's drink out of his hand and steps over Letty not even bothering to look her way. Instead he heads straight back to Vince. Vince was supposed to be his right hand, the one he could depend on. Getting in his face he asks, "Where were you?"

Seeing how pissed Dom he tries to defend his actions, "There were mass cops there. They came in from every direction. That shit was orchestrated!"

"This your beer?"

"Yeah, that's my beer."

Dom grabs the open beer and two more from the counter. Walking back to the front door Letty steps in front of him.

"You all right?"

He looks at her, not able to tell if she's joking. "Am I all right?"

"It was just a question."

"Yeah? Well let me ask you a question. Where the hell were you when the shit hit the fan? Did you even notice I wasn't here?"

Before she could answer the front door opens again, this time admitting the two blondes. Walking around Letty, Dom heads towards the siblings, intent on making them welcome. Vince however seemed to have a different idea.

"Yo Dom. Why'd you bring the busters here?"

Pissed off he turns around yelling "'Cause they kept me out of handcuffs! They didn't just run back to the fort! The busters brought me back." Everyone had gone quiet. It had been a while since they'd seen him that mad.

Turning back to Brian and Sara he holds out the bottles. "You can have any brew you want, as long as it's a Corona."

"Thanks, man." Brian grabs the already open bottle.

"That's Vince's. So, enjoy it."

Brian, either afraid of germs or in a show of superiority, wipes the top of the bottle off with his shirt and takes a drink staring at Vince the whole time.

Sara rolls her eyes, men. She grabs the bottle that Dom was holding out for her. "You do know that Corona tastes like shit without lime don't you?"

Chuckling he takes a swig of his own. "Easy, that's the drink of the gods you're insulting. But if you need it there should be some in the kitchen." He points to the back of the house.

Nodding she walks off making sure to knock into both Letty and Vince on her way to the kitchen. Like Dom said, there were limes on the counter. Now all she needed was a knife...

Meanwhile Brian took another drink. Suddenly an urge hit him and he realized he never did make it to the bathroom before they had left for the races.

"Hey, bro. You got a bathroom?"

Dom points to the stairs, "Upstairs. First door on the right."

As Brian made his was up the stairs, Dom finally took the time to sit and let everything sink in. He'd almost been arrested again and two people he didn't know from John Doe had saved his ass. Why had it been strangers? Why had his own crew, people he called family, not come to his rescue? Before he knew it Vince was leaning over him practically yelling in his ear.

"They got no call being up in here. You don't know those fools for shit!"

Leon threw his two cents in as well. "He's right, Dom. They're gonna be trouble."

Having had enough Dom looked up and said that there had been a time when he hadn't known Vince either.

"That was in the third grade Dom!"

Vince stomps off obviously pissed off knocking into Sara who had been standing in the threshold of the kitchen, watching the scene unfold before her. Dom was asking Leon about the girls attending the party and Letty was not taking that too kindly. Taking a sip of her Corona she smirks, yup, definitely better with lime.

Letty stands in between Dom's legs, clearly trying to be seductive. "You look a bit tired. I think we should go upstairs and you can give me a massage."

"Letty, I am really not in the mood to deal with all your bullshit tonight." He was having a hard time believing her actions, she really thought sex was the answer?

"My bullshit? What about you're bullshit Dom? You think you're so damn funny talking about other girls in front of me?"

"I'm serious Letty, not tonight. And since when do you care? Since I've been back we've never been, what's the word? Exclusive. It's how we roll Let."

"No, you've never been 'exclusive'. This is complete horseshit Dom! You know what? Forget this shit. I'm outta here." She gets up and pushes her way through people to the front door, slamming it on her way out.

Dom looks over and sees Sara making her way to him.

"You been standing this whole time?"

"Nope. Took me a while to find a knife to cut the limes with."

Clinking her bottle to his she takes a drink, making sure to show off the lime wedge in the bottom of the bottle.

Pulling the bottle away, she makes a satisfied sound, "Now, it's a good beer. Amazing how a small addition can change everything." They sit in a silence that isn't awkward, but not comfortable either, for about 30 seconds before she breaks it "So why you let them talk to you that way? You guys looked tight the other day, but it's obvious you're the one that rules the roost."

"They're my family, all I've got. Ever since I can remember they've been there."

Not sure she wanted to bring up such a sore spot she said, "They weren't there tonight. Seems to me that they were more interested in saving their own necks than yours."

He glares at her, "And what would you know about that?"

Taking a sip she replies, "Bri and I weren't always close. When I was 14 he took off, then it was just my dad and I. But he was always busy with work, so I made my own family. Well, I thought they were my family. You already know about my stint in juvie, but I'm willing to bet that in your search for answers it never told you that the only reason I was picked up was because one of my 'family' sold everyone out in a deal with the cops."

"You're right. It didn't say anything about that."

"The dumb part? All he had been picked up for was attempting to boost a car. The worse he would have gotten was a week behind bars but he was nervous around cops. They caught on to it and said they were going to send him away for years unless he gave up the shop and the team. He did." Shaking her head she quickly finishes her beer. "After I got out my world shifted. I didn't know what was what anymore. I didn't race again."

"So when did you and Brian get together again?"

She was silent for a minute, staring at the floor. "When my dad died." Looking up she threw her empty in the nearest trash can, "I'm gonna head out. You see Brian, let him know?"

Standing up and heading to the door with her he asks, "Sure you'll be okay?"

Smiling, she opens the door and turns. "Now don't be going all knight in shining armor on me Dom. That's my gig." This earns her a smirk. "I'll be fine. I've dealt with worse things than what goes bump in the night. Besides, I got to try to figure out were the hell we're going to get a car for you."

Closing the door Dom wasn't completely sure what to make of Sara Spilner. She had a bigger set of balls than most guys he knew and seemed to always have a smart-ass remark ready. He'd seen her standing off to the side during his argument with Letty, her stance tense, ready to step in if it was necessary. She also had a keen sense of her surroundings, he eyes had never stayed still the entire time they'd talked. Seeing Vince coming back into the living room he decided he didn't want to deal with anymore bullshit that night and started for the stairs. He nearly ran right into Brian.

"Your sister went home."

Brian nodded to show he'd heard Dom but his eyes were on Vince. "Got it, thanks man." He went to go for the door.

Remembering Sara's departing remark, Dom turned halfway up the stairs. "Yo. You know you owe me a ten second car, right?"

Continuing up the stairs he heard Vince making a comment to rile Brian up. Pausing at the landing, thinking he might have to make his way down again to get Brian out alive, he instead hears Mia telling Vince off. Shaking his head he went to his room, closed the door, and finished his beer in the darkness and silence.

The next morning Sara woke before her alarm was set to go off. She hadn't slept much but what little sleep she did get was extremely restful, something sleep hadn't been for years. On the walk to the apartment last night she'd had a lot of time to think. What the hell had she been thinking telling Dom about her life? She hadn't lied to him. Hadn't stuck to the story cooked up by the Feds for their cover. She had told him her real past, slightly tweaked to include Brian.
Rubbing the face with her hands she realized that last night was the first night in a really long time she'd felt free. Racing had been her life for years before she did a one eighty and studied to become a cop and she never realized how much she missed it 'til she was back in the thick of it. Racing was still the ultimate adrenaline rush. Speaking of racing, she turned onto her stomach burying her face in her pillow and groaned. Where the hell were they going to find a replacement car to give Dom? For that matter how the hell were they going to explain what happened to their bosses? There was a lot of collaboration happening between the PD and FBI. It was the FBI that provided the car, and even though she had put a lot of modifications in herself, she knew they were not going to be happy.

Hearing her alarm go off she slammed her hand down and got out of bed. Walking to the kitchen she turns the coffee on before deciding to peek into the room Brian was using to see if he'd made it back last night. Opening his door as quietly as possible she stifled a laugh at the sight before her. He must have been dead on his feet when he got back. Not only was he still in his clothes from last night but he was hanging halfway off his bed as well, apparently falling asleep where he had fallen. Deciding to give him a few more minutes sleep she set his alarm to go off in twenty and went to get ready.

Forty minutes later she'd showered, dressed, and was her nursing a large cup of coffee while listening to Brian groan as his alarm went off...again. It was the second time he'd hit snooze.

Stumbling out of his room it felt like he'd been hit with a truck. He hadn't drank that much last night, but when you combine what he did drink with the walk back and getting only about two hours of sleep his head was pounding.

"Good morning sunshine. Coffee?"

All he could manage was a grunt as he sat on the couch and closed his eyes again. All to soon, the smell of coffee roused him from his daze. He opened his eyes to see a cup being held in front of him. It was black, not something he normally liked, but he figured he was going to need it today.

Shaking her head at him as she hands off the cup. "Jesus, you look like shit Bri. What time did you get in last night?"

"Not until almost four."

"Four? What the hell did you do at Toretto's for almost three hours? Wait. On second thought, I really don't want to know." She made a show of shuddering and plugging her ears.

Chuckling at her antics Brian shook his head. "Nothing happened Sara. Vince tried to start something but Mia stepped in and told him off. Then we talked for a while, that's all."

"Must have been some talk. Anything interesting?" She grimaced as she swallowed a too hot gulp, putting her cup in the sink. That shit burns going down.

"Just that Dom likes us which is apparently weird for him."

She could see that. He seemed like the type to trust slowly, like someone you had to prove yourself to first, and they had done that in spades by rescuing him from the police. Slapping Brian's knee as she walked by she told him to hurry up, he only had an hour before he had to be at Harry's.

"What do you mean I have an hour? You not coming in today?"

"Nope." She gestured to the cut-offs and tank top she was wearing, definitely not work overalls. "I'm going to do some scouting and see if I can find a replacement for our destroyed car. I'll give you a call if I find anything." With that she headed out the door into the early sunlight. It was still really early but she knew the hunt for a car was going to be like finding a needle in a haystack. Getting a suitable car for dirt cheap? That was searching for a needle made of straw. After almost three hours of unsuccessful searching, she decided she was going to have to call in a few favors. She needed a wild card and knew exactly who could help her find it. Pulling out her phone she dialed a number she hadn't called in a while. "Hey, it's Sara. I'm calling in my favor. Listen I need you to find..."

Four hours later she'd incredibly found her needle. She was impressed, her contact had really come through for her. The body was crushed, but anyone that had a half a brain for racing new the engine was 100% legit. And the best part, it came totally free of charge. The problem now was getting a hold of Brian. She'd been trying for an hour but it kept going to voicemail. Deciding to give it one more go before she said screw it and called Toretto himself she hit redial.

"Hey Sara." Finally.

"Dammit Brian I've been trying to call you forever, where the hell you been?"

"Sorry. The Sergeant pulled me in for a briefing, well more like arrested me, but whatever. They were pissed you weren't with me."

"Blah, blah, whatever. Listen Bri, you need to get a tow and come get me. I found a car."

"But I told Tanner we needed a new car..."

"Yeah, and how are you going to explain to Dom how you got a new car in less than 24 hours? Trust me. Call Tanner, cancel whatever car they came up with, and come get me with a tow. Here's the address..."

30 minutes later...

Hopping out of the truck, Brian could not believe what his eyes were telling him. "You have got to be kidding me Sara. What the hell! You have me cancel a usable car for what? A crushed soda can?"

"No faith Brian. Nooo faith. Check under the hood." At his look of utter disbelief she repeated like talking to a first grader. "Check. Under. The. Hood."

"Holy shit, I stand corrected."

Getting the car on the flatbed took no time at all. It was discovered that although it had been completely destroyed the framework was still pretty much intact, just a little bent, which was a huge bonus. Hopping into the cab they headed off to Toretto's garage.

"So how the hell did you manage to find this for free?"

"I had a life before I knew you Brian, let's leave it at that."

"Sorry I didn't believe you about the car."

"Not a problem, actually I'm counting on Dom having the same reaction. The more we can impress the better off we are." Turning in her seat to look at him.
"What was the briefing about?"

"Same shit. FBI is breathing down Tanner's neck about how long it's taking to solve this. The truckers are apparently getting antsy and are ready to start arming themselves."

"Shit. That's going to spell trouble."

"Yeah I know. Oh ya, and you were right, they were pissed about the car."

He smiled as she laughed out loud. It was a rare sight to see her so carefree. He decided that he liked it. More and more lately he found himself forgetting that Sara wasn't actually his sister, that she was an undercover cop like him. He wasn't sure when the awkward standoffish-ness between them had turned into friendly banter and inside jokes, but he wasn't complaining.

Sara was still smiling when they pulled up to the garage. She couldn't wait to see what the reaction would be to the car. Coming around to the driver's side she saw the whole crew, minus Letty, was in the garage that day. Dom was talking to Mia, Leon looked to be changing a filter, Jesse was welding something, and it looked like Vince was 'supervising'. Hearing the truck outside Dom turned around and when he saw the tow, he was even more confused.

Walking to the door he asks, "What the hell is this? What do you got there?"

Brian getting out of the driver's seat shares a smile with Sara and tells him it's his car.

"My car? I said a 10-second car, not a 10-minute car."

Jesse walked around to the front of the destroyed car pushing on it. "You could maybe push this across the finish line, or tow it."

That had gotten a chuckle out of everyone in the garage but Dom just shook his head. "You couldn't even tow that across the finish line."

Brian, repeating the words Sara had said to him earlier, tells Dom that he has no faith.

Walking towards the pair Dom replies, "I have faith in you, but this isn't a junkyard. This is a garage."

Sara smirked as Dom came to a stop next to her. "Pop the hood."

Looking down at her he couldn't help but notice she was almost as tall as him with the shoes she had on. She had clearly not gone to work that day as the
usual work overalls were missing. "Pop the hood?"

She just nods as Dom signals to Jesse to do just that. When he does Jesse's eyes light up.

"2JZ engine! No shit."

Brian thought it was awesome that they had managed to one up Dom and his team and surprise them. "And what did I tell you?" he asks gesturing to the car.

Holding his hands up in the symbolic 'my bad' way Dom replies, "I retract my previous statement."

Jesse, after looking over the car gave his initial assessment. "You know what? This will decimate all after you put about $15,000 in it. Or more, if we have to overnight parts from Japan."

Clapping him on the back Dom told him to have it put on his tab at Harry's.

The kid was practically peeing himself. "Yes!"

Thinking to himself and nodding as though coming to a decision, Dom looked at Brian, "I gotta get you racing again so I can make some money off your ass. There's a show down in the desert called Race Wars. That's where you'll do it. When you're not working at Harry's, you're working here. You too Sara. I want to see what you can do under a hood. If you can't find the right tool in this garage, Arizona...you don't belong near a car."

Both Sara and Brian got big grins on their faces. They finally had their in. The managed to get an invite to Race Wars and had a legitimate reason to be around the garage now. Nothing could kill the mood.

Mia, having remained silent through the whole exchange went up to the siblings and said a single sentence that would prove to be a life changer. "He owns you now."

Authors Area:

So there you have it. Another chapter done, and I think I've planted the seeds in this chapter for several exciting things to develop further.

First we see some discontent between Letty and Dom, not to mention a bit of appreciation between Dom and Sara. I still consider this a Dom/Letty fic for now but like I mentioned in last chapter my hope is by the end it turns into Dom/OC. If not this story it will get there in the next.
Next we get a (very) small glimpse into Sara's past. It will be developed in the coming chapters.
Third we begin to see an inner struggle for Sara. She's a cop, but loves racing and being on the other side of the law. It turns into a very personal battle for her to overcome.
Next we see feelings coming out between Brian and Sara. Not romantic how they begin to act like real siblings.

And last but not least! Did anyone catch my tribute to Fast 5 in this chapter? The life before you knew me line? Anyone? Anyone at all? No? Hmmm...and it fit so perfectly.

Once again reviews are appreciated, even criticisms (so long as they are constructive and meant to help the story).

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Until Next Chapter,
Ramzgurl