Title: Through Another's Eyes

Rating: T

Ship: Dom/Letty

Description: A background, foreground and future fic surrounding Dom and Letty and the circumstances invloved in the movie. Answering a lot of questions the movie left open.

Disclaimer: I wish. The things I could do with Dominic. ;)

Chapter 6

Letty's POV

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When Dom and I started our 'thing' I was only sixteen, and it turned into a serious relationship pretty damn fast. He was 19 and he had already done so much. But we were doing our best to get me caught up. We were always careful though, not to go that one step further. I don't know how much of it was me and how much of it was Dom, but somehow we both just knew it wasn't right, at least not yet. So we did just about everything but that. And we enjoyed every minute of it. Did I mention that Dom has an incredible body? Even back then, before he beefed up, he was gorgeous. He always had definition. It came from working on cars all day long, lifting bottles of Nos and everything else that came along with it. Sometimes I'd catch myself just looking at him. I would have been embarassed but he was always looking at me too. We've always been completely hot for each other. And I wouldn't have it any other way.

I guess that's why it was so good. I know that it's not always. I'm a girl, I talk to Mia. I know my first time and hers were two very different experiences. Dom and I didn't sleep together until I was 17 but by the time we did, we knew each other's bodies so well it was explosive. We never fumbled and amazingly there weren't even any nerves. It was right. That's what we'd been waiting for. The right time. When it was perfect and we were both ready. And we got it.

It was about a week after my 17th birthday. It wasn't all roses and silk sheets. I don't go in for that shit. I mean, I am like any normal girl and I like romantic gestures. Just not the kind of crap that everyone expects. A romantic gesture is anything that shows that you care and you think of the person you love. With Dom, I get that all the time. Little things, that to everyone else would never seem romantic, but to me, they're poetry. It could be something as simple as taking my hand at a race. Or go as deep as slipping a photo of Joey and me onto his bedside table. Sometimes as sensual as an impromptu massage after a long day at school and the garage. They don't seem like much but they're everything.

That's how it started. It was a friday. I'd had a really long week at school and a long afternoon at the garage. I was sore all over. Every muscle. He took me upstairs to his room, while Mia was at my house and Tony was still at the garage, and lay me down on the bed. He took off my shirt and turned me over onto my stomach. He released the clasp on my bra and gave me the most amazing massage. He had me buzzing. I felt so good. I rolled over, onto my back, when he was done and kissed him. It only started out as a regular make out session. Well as regular as we get, we never do anything without a butt load of passion. But as clothes began to be removed, we both realised this was more. It was as slow as we both were capable of making it and it was amazing. The things Dom made me feel, lit me on fire. It was perfect.

We revelled in each other for weeks after. We were the only people that existed when we were together. The world just disappeared. Just like every corny movie ever said. But it was like that for us. It was like we realised how deeply we loved each other. And nothing could break in and burst our bubble. At least we didn't think anything could.

It wasn't until after Dom turned 20 that everything went to shit, again. Tony had been racing more over the last couple of months. Had even taken the charger for a spin around the track. But he hadn't been driving it that day. The day of the accident. I wasn't there, and I've never been so thankful that I missed a race. I heard all the gory details in court, but it couldn't compare to witnessing it. I know that for certain. I don't know how Dom lives every day with the memories. Not just of his dad, as horrific as they were, but with Joey on top of it. It amazes me, the strength he has, sometimes.

This guy, Linder, clipped Tony's car and ran him into the wall. That day we lost Tony forever.

Mia broke down. We didn't expect anything less. She'd been through so much and she was only 16. Mama, Papi and I basically moved into the house. Dom and Mia needed us, so that's where we were going to be. Mama and Papi didn't even say anything when I spent every night in Dom's room. Mama went as far as to close the door as she walked past one night. They knew nothing was going on. Dom was distraught. Every night I spent with him I held him. He never cried, but his grip on me was tight and he never let it up. Mama spent every night holding Mia and Papi, he took on the responsibilities of the funeral arrangements and everything that went along with a death. He came in a few nights and tried to talk to Dom. But Dom just sat there, on the bed, staring off into space. He'd listen, we knew that much, but he wouldn't respond. I was terrified.

On the day of the funeral Dom got up, showered and dressed in a suit he hadn't worn since Maria passed. He went down stairs, sat on the sofa and waited til it was time to go. He took my hand as we all drove together and didn't let go all day. Mama spent all day by Mia's side, providing any comfort she could and Papi, strong as ever, took responsibility for everyone and everything. I didn't know what to do. I stayed by Dom's side, holding his hand, it was all I could do. Nothing was going to make this better, but time.

The funeral acted as a sort of wake up call for Dom. The depressed haze he'd been in was shattered by the reality of the situation and he came out of it. He tried, for the first time since the accident, to comfort Mia that night. He held her, and I overheard him say to her that everything was going to be ok, cause she still had him and he still had her. As selfish as I know it is, watching them made me miss Joey. I walked away and let them be. They needed that time together. No one else could understand how they were feeling but each other, not even me, Mama and Papi.

It was only a couple of weeks later that Dom saw Linder. I don't even know where they were or why. I just know that Dom saw him and there was a wrench. He'd picked it up and he hit him, he didn't stop hitting him. Dom almost killed a man. You'd think knowing that, would make me look at him differently, think of him differently, it doesn't. No matter what he did that day, he was still Dom. Grief can make people do some pretty shocking things, this i'd learned over the years. Whatever it made you do, it didn't make you.

I remember the night I found out what Dom had done. It was late and Mama came into my room. She told me to get dressed and come downstairs immediately. As she left the room I could hear Mia crying downstairs. I don't think I've ever dressed so quickly in my life. We got in the car and were heading towards the police station before anyone told me anything. Papi said Dom had been arrested. That was it. I didn't get anything else till we got to the station.

When we went inside I looked around but I couldn't see Dom anywhere. Papi went up to the desk and asked for him. It was all so surreal. They lead us down a long corridor and stopped outside a room. For some reason I spotted the bench that sat alongside the wall outside. The cop opened the door and I saw Dom sitting slumped over the desk. I went to go inside immediately but Mama's hand stopped me. She told me to wait a minute and the next thing the door was closed. She was in there for a while, as Papi and I sat outside the door with Mia. Papi was hugging her, trying to comfort her. It was all so much for her. I really don't know how she got through it all.

When the door opened, I was on my feet in an instant. I looked past Mama into the room and saw Dom looking at me. That was when I noticed the handcuffs. Mama pushed me into the room and the door was closed behind me. I rushed towards him and kissed him furiously.

"What happened?" I asked but he just shook his head at me. A lone tear slipped from his eye, and trailed down his cheek. I wiped it away and looked into his eyes. He looked so small. So frightened. So young.

"I'm so sorry bella. I'm so sorry." He whispered. I shook my head at him. He'd never had anything to be sorry for. I didn't blame him for anything, even at the time when I didn't know that there could have been a reason, and after when I knew, I still didn't.

I remember him whispering that he loved me, over and over again. And I remember that I must have been crying, cause I felt the warmth of his hand on my cheek, and the moisture he wiped away so gently. I choked out that I loved him. But it didn't seem enough. The next time I would see him, would be through thick glass. He and Papi had made a deal with the DA. 5 years with the possiblity for parole after 2. It was a good deal. He would have been convicted of a lot more had it gone to trial. I guess the DA took pity on him. Life had never been easy for Dominic Toretto, and the next two years would be hell.

TBC...