Title: Through Another's Eyes

Rating: T

Ship: Dom/Letty

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

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

Chapter 13

Letty's POV

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The day that Brian entered our lives Dom and I were fighting. Sure Brian had been coming to the store pretty regularly before that day. The day that he and Vince got into it. But we'd never acknowledged him. As far as we were concerned he was just some pretty boy loser with a crush on Mia. Up until that point. Anyways, Dom and I had fought the night before, and I'd spent the night at Mama and Papi's. It was becoming more and more rare that I slept in my old room. But every now and then I still stayed there. Usually when Dom and I had a fight. We hadn't spoken to each other all day. It was a slow day at the garage so he'd gone to do the books at the store, help out a little and give Mama the day off. So when I went to the garage that morning he wasn't there. We'd started to fight a lot more. He didn't want me going on the heists and I didn't want him doing them in the first place. I understood that it didn't seem like we had any other choice. But I still hated him for it. I'm ashamed to admit it, but it's true. During that time in our lives I hated Dom.

But lucky for Brian, Dom still listened to me every now and then. I still remember that day so clearly. I think I'll remember it til the day I die. It all changed that day and it all could have gone so much worse than it had. We'd walked into the store, and Mia was behind the counter like normal, but Brian was sitting at the counter with his lunch and apparently Vince had had enough of him hanging around. Dom wasn't talking to me, obviously still pissed over our fight the night before. I tried to make up with him, it was a stupid little gesture, but asking him if he wanted a drink was my way of saying 'are we cool baby'. He was cold, and I wish I could say that it was rare behaviour from Dom, but it wasn't. He'd been like that a lot since he got out of Lompoc, especially since the deal with Tran. We'd all kind of accepted it as just how things were. We shouldn't have.

So Vince and Brian got into it, and Mia is screaming at Dom to stop the fight, and he's making smart ass cracks. He was acting so strange. It wasn't just about Vince or Brian getting their asses kicked. What if someone called the cops? Dom usually thought of stuff like that, but not that day. I called to him, it seemed to make things click as he looked at me and he took off. And just like always, we followed where he led.

That was the day that changed everything. We went to the races that night with nothing resolved between Dom and I. As always we took separate cars and followed Dom there. And like always the girls flocked to him as soon as he got out of his car. I've admitted freely that I'm territorial when it comes to Dom, but when we've been fighting its ten times worse. I wasn't having the girls around him. And it only served to make me even more pissed at him. Brian was at the race that night. He took on Dom. He wouldn't have come closer to actually beating Dom if he'd known what the hell he was doing. But the buster had no idea. He didn't know his car, and he didn't have the first idea about nos. I had no respect for him already, but after that race I had less than none. I didn't want anything to do with him.

Have I mentioned that Dom gets affectionate after he wins? Especially when he sees me stuffing around with the guys. He hates that. I use it sometimes, I admit that. But it's always completely innocent. I've never wanted anyone but Dom. Vince, Leon and Jesse are like brothers to me. I like being able to stuff around with them like I used to with Joey. But then, Dom always used to get very possessive even back then.

The cops raided the race after that. It wasn't rare that we all ended up burning rubber the hell out of there. But there were still nights when everyone disbanded without the threat of arrest. We split up as usual and headed back to the house in different directions. Dom had a place he liked to park the car and walk back, or he'd get a ride from Hector's crew. We had no reason to be worried about him when it took him a little longer to get back than the rest of us. But as soon as he walked in the room his face said it all. He was pissed and he had the buster with him. Something had obviously gone down. He stormed in yelling at Vince, his whole body screaming hostility. I watched him sitting there, he rubbed his head, a tell tale sign that he was tired and stressed and pissed off. Sometimes when I look at Dom he looks so much like the scared boy who lost his best friend and his ma and I lose the ability to stay pissed at him. All I want to do is take his hands and join them around my back as I wrap my arms around him. When I looked at him that night, I saw it again. I was sick of the fighting, I just wanted to hold him, be held by him. It's such a girly thing, but sometimes, I just want to be girly for him and with him.

The guys were being their usual asshole selves and I had to tell them to shut the fuck up. They loved screwing with my head as much as Dom did. Only they loved to impress him more. I took Dom's hand and told him to take me upstairs and give me a massage. If he'd been looking at me properly he would have seen that I was trying to tell him that the fight was over and I wanted to be alone with him. Of course, after the second time I said it, he caught on. Men, sometimes they can be a little slow on the intake.

As soon as the bedroom door closed behind us, Dom was standing right up close behind me. I smiled as I felt his fingers dancing on my hips. In a move that still amazes me; he had my shirt pulled over my head and across the room before I could even blink. His hands snaked around my waist and pulled me back against him.

"Mmm, not yet." I moaned at the feel of his lips on my neck. I needed to talk to him first though. I turned in his arms and took his face in my hands. "I love you, you know that right?"

"Yeah baby. I know." He rested his forehead against mine. It was our way of apologising. Neither of us was very good with words. But we could always use our bodies to communicate. And we didn't have to be naked either. We fell asleep that night in each others arms, the fight forgotten, for the moment. And in the morning we went to work at the garage. The day that Brian brought in this piece of shit car with an amazing engine. It became our project and it was fun working on a car like that, all of us together. But I always knew there was something up with Brian. That there was something we were missing. A little piece of the puzzle that needed to be placed before I could make up my mind about him. I would eventually find out just what that piece was.

TBC…

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