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Dom's 1970 Dodge Charger pulled round the corner, out of the drive, so fast it barely missed the curb. If anyone else had been driving, it most likely would have gone straight over it. But not Letty.

Her gaze flicked to the man in the seat beside her, his eyes on her firmly. "Letty," he spoke carefully which seemed to only push Letty further away from him. She was only halfway down the second road of the journey, barley a two minute walk from the house, before she slammed down on the breaks, making Dom almost jump out of his skin at the sudden movement. His palms came up to press against the dashboard to support himself in any way he could, but Letty didn't need to. Not only was she prepared to be jolted forward in her seat, but she also had her hands clenched so tightly onto the steering wheel that her knuckles were flashing white; her muscles were tensed and with all of that together, there was no way the break could catch her body weight off guard.

Dom opened his mouth to say something else but when Letty sucked in a breath through her teeth, he cut himself off. "Get out of the car, Dom."

Letty's voice was quiet but firm as fuck and Dom probably should have thought about his next words before he said them, but with everything that had happened, he was slightly thrown off with his common knowledge on his girl. "Wha – It's my car."

Letty's eyes fell shut, squeezing them tightly and Dom could read the frustration on her face.

"Dom, get out of the car," she repeated, the sentence falling past her lips quicker this time. He didn't move; his eyes still firmly on her and she could feel them. She hesitated, praying for him to finally do what she asked him too and he sat praying she'd change her mind. "Dom!" Her voice rose suddenly and tore out of her throat, shocking them both. "Please, just get out of the car." She finished carefully.

Dom's cheeks reddened, his hand briefly clenching into a fist as he fought against the urge to fight back. He didn't want to leave her, but if it was what she wanted, what she needed, he couldn't fight against it. If it was Letty who remembered every single thing and knew him as well as he knew her, he'd argue this situation until she'd physically hit him. But this was different. Smothering her was not what she needed.

So he obliged.

Stepping out of the car and moving back slightly, knowing full well she'd hit the gas and not exactly lightly. He was right and when Letty pulled off, he was forced to move back even further to dodge the car's movements.

Dom ran a hand over his head and breathed out heavily through his mouth as he watched his girl drive away in his car. His chest felt heavy and the lump in his throat was still harsh, his head spinning and his heart aching for the one person he'd missed for years and even though she was right there, she was a million miles away, still.

"Hey man," Brian spoke cautiously as he looked up at Dom from his sitting position on the front porch of the house. But by Dom's expression, Brian didn't push it when he ignored him and walked straight past him into the house.

Dom had felt the faintest, barely noticeable, pang of relief when he realised that everyone had gone home. With Brian outside, the quiet indicating that Jack had already been put to bed, and then his sister in the kitchen cleaning dishes; Dom was relieved.

He stalked into the kitchen, not exactly making eye contact with Mia, even when she stopped what she was doing and glanced over her shoulder to watch him walk past her. He pulled a Corona out of the fridge and leant against the kitchen counter to the side of Mia, expecting questions but not sure if he wanted to answer them.

Mia continued washing dishes with questions on the tip of her tongue but she hesitated before asking them.

"She okay?" Was the first thing she went for and she noted her brother's small shrug. Mia sighed softly, "She will be," she answered for him quietly. He nodded once but didn't come across as convinced at all. As Mia's next question popped into her head, she had to supress the smallest of smiles when she realised she already knew the answer; not that that stopped her from asking anyway. "You gonna wait up for her?"

Dom's gaze finally lifted to his younger sister, his hesitation very noticed by her. He cleared his throat faintly, "She might call, might not remember the way back."

Mia rolled her eyes "Lame-ass excuse, Dom."

"I told her about the DR," he muttered, practically cutting her off and definitely cutting off the remanence of Mia's smile. She moved the last plate from the sink to the draining board, and turned to face her brother, grabbing the towel to dry her hands. She fixed Dom with a sympathetic gaze.

"She'll get over it." Dom grunted a faked laugh. "She will," Mia insisted. "Have some faith in her, Dom. She doesn't remember, but she's still Letty. It's still Dom and Letty." Dom raised a quizzical eyebrow at his sister. "She doesn't know it yet, but she's completely in love with you. Always has been; always will be. Sooner or later, she'll realise that, whether she remembers everything or not. After everything, are you really going to believe that what happened in the DR is what's gonna break you two?"

Dom didn't reply. His eyes had hit a spot on the floor because he simply didn't want to give Mia the satisfaction of knowing she was completely right. He finished the last of his beer in two big gulps before tossing the bottle in the recycling box and stalking out of the room, feeling the gaze of the younger Toretto on him as he went.

With the glance Letty cast in the rear-view mirror of Dom's car, her gaze landing on him, she felt her chest ache in almost a guilty pain. But something kept her driving and she wasn't nearly aware for how long. Until she finally let her eyes dance mindlessly to the clock on the dashboard, letting her know that she had in fact left Dom around the corner from the house over two hours ago. For the first time in that long, the Latina lightened her grip on the steering wheel, feeling her fingers flex comfortably and releasing the tension in her muscles. As she did so in her hands, the relaxation spread through the rest of her body and sighed in relief at the feeling.

She wasn't entirely sure where she had been driving and anyone else would have begun to panic because she knew she was very much lost. But she was also the most stubborn person out there and would never admit to that. And there was no way in hell she'd call anyone for help.

So, it took Letty another hour to find her way back to 1327.

She had been so focused on finding her way, she hadn't even thought about the fact she was headed back to where she had left things very messy and as soon as she returned she knew it'd be awkwardly uncomfortable for her. And most likely for a few other people as well.

The house was quiet. Of course it would be at 2:45 in the morning, but Letty was immensely relieved either way. She took special care when she walked through the front door to stay silent, which she did perfectly up until the point where she caught sight of a figure standing in the kitchen.

Dom stood with his back pressed against the fridge, a very fresh Corona in his hand that he had evidently only just opened. Letty's heart stopped as a small noise escaped her lips, but she still did very well at keeping herself quiet. Dom raised an eyebrow in her direction when his gaze met hers. She took a small step further into the living room, towards the kitchen, and pursed her lips lightly.

"You waited up?" She mumbled and Dom simply took a sip of his beer, prolonging his response. Which only happened to be a soft shrug. The brunette sighed softly, inwardly deciding she wasn't going to have the conversation that was obviously brewing between the two. She watched as Dom opened his lips to say something and threw any words out there to stop it. "Go to bed, Dom. I'm fine, your car's fine and I'm not a child." Her voice was firm but not in any harsh way whatsoever.

Dom didn't say anything. Letty slowly but boldly crossed the living room and entered the kitchen, her hands closing around the bottle in his hand, careful not to make skin-to-skin contact with him as she slipped the Corona out of his grip and flashing him a faint smile before sipping at it herself.

He couldn't help himself and the corners of his own lips jerked up before he had the chance to stop it. She raised her eyebrow expectedly and his soft smile shifted into a smirk. "You're sending me to bed?"

Letty gave one small and slow nod, her gaze never wavering as it stayed firmly on Dom while he stalked out of the room and upstairs.

She let out a breath she hadn't realised she had begun to hold the moment she nodded at him. Relief consumed her that she had skilfully avoided the conversation the two probably should have had after their last encounter. And that she was now alone again. And that she no longer had to worry about where she'd sleep and where Dom would sleep; frankly she felt as though she wouldn't be able to whether she had a bed or not.

Her lips curled over the top of the bottle of beer, drinking more and more before she finished it all in only a few gulps before abandoning it on the kitchen counter.

It had only been a few minutes after Letty had settled on the sofa, her arms wrapped around her knees which were hugged to her chest, that she heard movement upstairs.

Eventually a very tired looking Mia wandered down the stairs with a fussy toddler in her arms, his head resting on his mom's shoulder as she whispered shushing noises into his ear. Mia didn't seem at all surprised when she caught sight of the Latina on the couch, she only perched herself down next to her. Jack wiggled from his mom's grip to sit between the two before letting his head fall to Mia's lap, face down.

"Somebody couldn't sleep either, huh?" Letty finally spoke in a quiet voice, guessing the small boy was most likely drifting back to sleep already. Mia flashed a soft smile, sympathy very well hidden behind it, just not enough for Letty to miss.

Mia stroked her hand over Jack's back soothingly, silence lingering between the two girls. Mia wanted to ask how she was doing, but she knew better. She was the first person to actually realise that Letty would rather jam a fork in her eye than hear that question again.

"You wanna talk about whatever's keeping you up?" Mia asked gently, her faint smile still very much present.

Letty shrugged lightly, surprised and silently grateful for a question other than how she was doing. It still wasn't one she felt she could answer, but it was a step-up at least. "It's nothing," she replied fairly convincingly, but Mia quirked her eyebrow and the Latina caught it out of the corner of her eye. "I think it's just that it's new, out of my comfort zone, you know?" she sucked her bottom lip in between her teeth gently. "I gotta settle in and shit."

"You will," Mia now whispered, knowing her son all too well to know he was now sound asleep in her lap. "Its home and you feel that, I know you do." She gave a reassuring smile that sent comfort throughout Letty. She returned the younger Toretto's small smile with one of her own before giving her a nod. Mia reached over to tap her on the leg gently before carefully moving Jack into her arms as she stood once again. "And I'll let you skip the swear jar," she smirked, nodding towards her son. "Just this once." The girl winked before headed back up the stairs, leaving Letty in the dark with a very warm feeling in her stomach.