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 21

Letty's POV

The day we got the call was probably one of the happiest and most frightening days of my life. It was safe. We could go home. Great in theory, not so easy in practice. We still didn't know the details, Mia had just called and told Dom to get his ass home or she'd come down there and drag him home herself. Dom tried to get details out of her, I could hear the one sided argument, but Mia wouldn't budge. She was insistent that it wasn't something to talk about over the phone. And in all honesty, she was right. We still couldn't be certain that no one was listening in. So where's the difficulty? My parents. Once we got home we were going to have to face the music, and somehow tell my parents that we were having a baby. I still can't say what scared us more; the fallout from the heists or the pregnancy. My mama and Papi could be very scary people.

The drive back to Los Angeles was long and rife with tension. Dom and I barely spoke to each other, and not because we were fighting or any bullshit like that. Just because we both were playing out the worst possible scenarios of our return through our heads. We didn't even look at each other for most of the trip. A few stolen glances every now and then, but mostly… well I can tell you in detail what the scenery between Mexico and LA looks like though the tinted window of a car.

We hadn't discussed anything before we left our little beach house either. We just packed our stuff and within 2 hours of Mia's phone call we were on the road. We didn't know where we were going to go first – Mia or my parents. Either way we were going to cop shit. Mia would be pissed we didn't see her first, and so would Mama and Papi. The more I thought about as we drove the more I realized there was no way I could win. Whoever we chose, the other would rip my head off. Although, they couldn't kill a pregnant woman, right?

Well, anyway. We stopped for food a couple of hours into the drive and to fill up on gas. Dom and I looked at each other and we both knew immediately what the other was thinking. We were screwed. Eventually we decided that we should see Mia first and get the full story from her. Mama and Papi were certain to want to know everything and we couldn't tell them what we didn't know. So with our destination in mind we took off again. I don't know how long it took to get the remaining miles behind us; I was too caught up in my own head to notice. But I do know that as soon as I saw the Toretto house come in to view a weight lifted off my shoulders. There was nothing quite like the feeling of coming home. Never has been, never will be.

Mia launched herself at Dom before he even got the entirety of his big body out of the car. Her arms flung around his neck as she cried silently into his shoulder. She'd been so nervous and frightened and a whole heap of other shit since the last heist that it all just came pouring out of her. When she finally stopped crying she ran around to the other side of the car and practically ripped my head off as she pulled me toward her so suddenly and with more strength than I knew the small chica possessed.

"I missed you too." I whispered to her as I felt a few more of her tears leak onto my shoulder. She was holding me so tightly that I thought I would never actually get her off me, but just as suddenly as she grabbed me, she pushed me away. Her eyes grew wide as they bore into mine and I'm not ashamed to admit, she scared the shit out of me. I watched as her eyes slowly ran down my body just to stop on my stomach.

"Oh Eddie's going to kill you." She stated before laughing almost maniacally. I just smiled sarcastically at her and nodded before pulling away from her and stomping into the house. I figured, let Dom deal with it. It was his fault after all. It apparently it didn't take much of a conversation between them though, because I hadn't been flopped into the sofa for more than five minutes when they came in carrying our bags. Mia was all smiles now. Of course she was, she wasn't the one having to deal with two very angry Latina parents.

Of course, there was still a certain talk we were going to have to have with Miss Mia before I'd have to deal with that particular can of worms.

"Mia" I called out loudly, certain that no matter where she was in the house she would hear me. Whether or not she came running is another matter, she must have been feeling guilty for laughing in my face because she came running almost immediately. I still feel a little proud about that.

"What's up Mama?" She teased with a big smile that not even the dirtiest look I had in my arsenal could wipe off her face.

"It's time you started talking Miss." She raised her eyebrows at me; I just shrugged at her and frowned. I knew how much I sounded like my mother right then, and damn, I don't know where it came from… let's just blame it on hormones and leave it at that.

As Dom joined us in the living room Mia started to tell her story. What little there was. She'd only seen Brian once since 'that day' as she'd termed it. She'd barely spoken to him even then. Just enough to tell him that she didn't want to see him ever again. But she had made sure that he told her everything. That was one plus. So apparently he'd let the Trans take the credit for everything. Well, dead men could tell no lies… or truths as the case may be. With only Brian's word as an account for everything, and absolutely no evidence to the contrary they were forced to take his story as fact and close the case. Especially since there had been no more heists since. Of course that did leave the little detail of how we ended up in the thick of it on 'that day'. Again Brian told a few little fibs. According to his 'report' we'd found out what Tran was doing and had tried to stop him. When we'd failed, he blackmailed us into going on his last job. And since we had been unsuccessful in completing the job, the cops had nothing to charge us with except for the damages to the big wheeler. It was a piss ant charge and the lawyer that Papi had got for Vince had got him off with a few hours of community service, once he was well enough to do it of course. So with everything wrapped up in a neat little package Mia had sent Brian on his way with strict instructions to forget all about any of us.

As soon as he'd left she'd got on the phone to Dom and called us home. For something that had taken up so much of our lives it all seemed to end so placidly. There were no big court cases, or dramatic speeches. It was just done. As pleased as I am about that, it still seemed so anti-climactic. Of course it wasn't really over yet. We still had to tell my parents that they were going to be grandparents. The fallout from that alone would probably be heard clear across the country.

TBC…

Ok so I know, it's been forever since I last updated and I really am very very sorry. I won't bore you, my faithful and loyal readers, with the details that were cause for my absence but I will pose one question to you all.

After seeing the trailer for the new FATF movie I am in a bit of a conundrum. It does not flow with the path I intended to take this story. So I'm leaving the fate of this humble work of fiction in your hands.

a) Do you want to see it end as I always intended?

OR

b) Would you like an ending that will hopefully tie in with the new film?

Personally, I gotta say I'm leaning toward one, and won't say which, but I'm sure those of you who have followed this story from the very beginning will know where my heart lies. This story has been a pleasure to right, and is so close to the end now, it's up to you people. How do you want it to end?

I'll be waiting to hear from you all, and eager to see what you all think.

xx