A/N: Some is mine, some isn't.

This is after the heists. Everything is okay with Brian, him and Mia are together. Letty is gone, with no explanation. The teams' records are cleared. This will either be a DomOFC or a VinceOFC. I haven't decided which. Jesse didn't die!!!

And I know that I said earlier that Leon was Claire's twin, but let's say that he's 3 years younger than her. That makes the ages;

Dom, Vince and Claire: 26.

Mia and Leon: 23.

Jesse: 22.

Okay? Sorry to throw that on you guys.

Chapter Two

I followed Dom to a nice little white house in a neighborhood overlooking the city. It was quiet and the house was nice. I turned into the driveway behind Dom and cut the engine. I grabbed my duffel and my cane out of the back and climbed out of the car. Dom already had the house door opened and was waiting on me. He reached out to take my bag but I kept it from his grasp.

"I can carry my own bag, thank you very much." I said, following him into the house.

He just shook his head and chuckled. He showed me the kitchen and told me that I was welcome to cook any time; apparently, Mia wasn't a very good cook. He told me where the bathroom was, led me through the living room and down into the furnished basement. The walls were a blank white, but the furniture was black. A dresser, desk, queen size bed, and book case stood against the walls. The comforter on the bed was black as well.

"We can paint the walls if you like. Change the furniture once I make some money off your ass." He said, nudging me playfully at the last part.

I grinned and threw my duffel and cane onto the bed. I limped to the closet and opened the doors, surprised to see some hangers already in there. I turned back to him and smiled.

"Thank you. I know that my being here will make Le feel a bit better." I said, looking up at him.

His six foot five frame toward over my four foot nine frame. His large muscles were very visible from his white wife beater.

"It's no problem Claire. Leon's like my own little brother. Hell, he's like my kid. They all are." Dom said.

I nodded and walked back to the bed, pulling out clothes to hang up. When I turned around he was staring at me.

"So you can walk without the cane?" He asked casually.

"Yes. Hell, it really doesn't make a difference whether I use the cane or not. I just wanted to play on Leon's guilt a bit." I said, cursing myself for admitting that last bit.

"So what'd you do to make him hate you? For the time I've known him, he's very hard to make mad." Dom asked, sitting down on my bed and propping his feet up on the desk.

"Yes, please make yourself at home." I said sarcastically, sticking my tongue out at him. "All I did was race, a lot. And I fought with our step dad, a lot. He was Mr. Good Grades and I was the screw up. Now, I'm an injured Marine with a degree in History, and he's a great mechanic and racer. Didn't turn the tables one bit, huh?"

Dom just shook his head. "That's not for me to decide. Only you and Leon can deal with and come to terms with that."

"You are absolutely no help at all. Do you understand that?" I said, playfully glaring at him.

"I'm just here to look pretty." He said, closing his eyes and relaxing.

I rolled my eyes and kept putting up the clothes. I jumped when I heard thundering feet upstairs. Dom smiled and stood up.

"The children are home." He said simply, climbing the stairs.

Oh, this should be interesting, I thought as I climbed the stairs behind him.