Love and War
Summary: Letty calls Dom her ex. He responds about as well as he would to any other kick in the pants. Fast 6 spoilers. One-shot.
Rated: M – for language
Disclaimer: Nope, I still don't own anything, just my imagination.
Brian stared blankly at nothing until Dom appeared with a bottle and shoved a glass in front of him. He grabbed it and downed the entire contents in three large gulps, barely registering the burn. He grabbed the bottle and poured another glass.
Dominic raised an eyebrow, "That bad?"
"Depends", he shrugged.
"I don't know if I want to hear this", Mia said quietly.
"We need to know, Mia", Dom said seriously.
There was a reason they had never talked about this. In all the conversations Brian had had with both of them, together and separately, the topic of Letty… it had been off-limits. It was too painful for all of them for different reasons.
"How long?" she asked finally.
"How long what?"
"How long were you and Letty working together behind my back?"
Brian sighed. "About three and a half months."
"How did I not know that?" she asked incredulously.
He shrugged. "We mostly met when you were out. She agreed with me when I told her you probably still wanted to rip my throat out", Brian laughed under his breath.
"You trying to tell me Letty didn't?" Dom wondered.
Brian smirked. "Oh, no she did. But she got over it pretty quick after she gave me a black eye. That went over great at the FBI when they found out, by the way. I think the term 'loose cannon' was used."
Dom grinned in amusement. "Yeah, she's always been good at making a name for herself."
"Start at the beginning, Brian", Mia said softly.
He looked between the siblings determinedly. They would face their demons together. "Okay."
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The first time Brian ran into Letty, the first thing he saw was her fist. Well, mostly he just felt it. He stumbled slightly before catching himself, rubbing his left cheekbone carefully, ignoring the stars still exploding behind his eye to focus on his attacker.
Instead, he saw Letty, watching him with a determined glare. "Shit", he grumbled irritably. "Still can pack a wicked punch, huh?" Brian asked finally.
"I'm not out of practice", she answered flatly.
He glanced at their surroundings. Brian had stepped out of the bar to have an actual cigarette instead of just inhaling the second hand smoke that drifted off people's clothing. He'd been about to light it when she'd decked him. But his fist had clenched with the painful contact, and he eyed the crumpled mess in his hand, slightly annoyed.
"That was my last one", he scowled.
"Those damn things'll kill ya", she said unapologetically.
"Wouldn't that just save you the trouble?"
"I'm considering it my good deed for the day", Letty answered dryly.
"Why the hell did you hit me?"
She stared at him incredulously. "Do you really have to ask?"
"Okay, you know what", he growled, at the end of his patience. "I am super goddamn sorry that you guys were stupid enough to be the ones ripping off those trucks", Brian hissed sarcastically. "But I let Dom go, Letty. I gave him the keys to that fucking Supra and he got away. Whatever he decided to do after that- that's on him."
Her jaw tightened and she started backing away. "Trust me, I know", she murmured under her breath, turning to walk to her car.
"Hey!" he called sharply.
She stopped and looked over her shoulder.
"Do us both a favor and don't sneak up on me again", he warned seriously.
Letty just raised an eyebrow. "I'll remember that."
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The second time he saw her, it was three weeks later, and she was standing on the platform to his second floor apartment, leaning against the tan colored brick next to his door, one foot propped on the wall behind her. Brian stopped at the top of the cement stairs and they eyed each other warily.
"Trying a full-frontal assault this time?" Brian asked, approaching cautiously.
"No", she said shortly.
"Had a change of heart?"
Letty shook her head. "I think I pushed my luck enough on the first one."
He frowned. "I don't hit women."
"Stray dogs can't help but bite the person feeding them either sometimes", she said quietly.
"Did you just compare me to a stray dog?" he asked incredulously.
She smiled wryly, "Lookin' a bit scruffy, O'Conner."
"Do you want something?" he asked pointedly, unlocking his door and letting them both inside.
"I could use a drink."
"Beer in the fridge", he shrugged, gesturing towards the small kitchen. "But that's not what I meant."
She grabbed a beer bottle from the fridge, twisting the top off and drinking most of it before looking back in his direction. "The street scene is… a mess", Letty said finally. "I think you know why. And you need my help."
Brian blinked at her a bit stupidly, before protesting. "Letty, no-"
She met his eyes steadily, steeling herself. "I'm going to need your help too."
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A/N: Well, it looks like I've given into peer pressure. Lol. Thanks for all the reviews, you guys. Let me know what you think about this one.