FINALLY I HAVE COMPLETED THIS STORY!

So, yes, this is the last chapter and I am sincerely sorry the last two chapters took me forever to finish. But we all know the shitty circumstance that is writers block. I really hope you've enjoyed this story and that the final part doesn't let you down. I admit my muse has been in the balance as of late because I haven't been getting any new reviews really and I do love constant feedback, it eggs me on and I'm sure we all get that.

Anyway, here it is, the last chapter and most likely my last post until after Christmas because the holidays are as usually, crazy busy. Please R&R it really does mean so much to me. I hope you all enjoy your holidays though and eat lots! ;)

- Katie x

Mia Toretto wasn't exactly someone the racing scene dropped everything to look at when she arrived, but then again, neither was a mini-van with a toddler strapped into the backseat. But the moment the recognisable, brunette Latina stepped out of the car and begun walking amongst the crowd, all eyes were on her. But not once did Letty take anybody in; her gaze was flicking through the file of people in search for Dominic Toretto. It really was as though no time had passed at all.

And then her dark eyes found him, and his own eyes had already found her, a small smirk playing about his face. Letty tugged on the hem of her black tank top before hooking her fingers into the belt loops of her grey jeans, as she kept her fairly slow pace walking towards the familiar group of guys. It took a moment for her to realise that the small number of girls amongst them, weren't only talking to Tej and Roman; one redhead seemed to be very deep in a conversation with Dom himself. Despite the fact his attention was fully on Letty with a look of pride, maybe amusement, but not a single drop of surprise for regards to her sudden appearance.

Her pace slowed as she neared them and finally, the redhead noted she had lost Dom's attention and followed his eyesight to land on the slightly shorter Latina who stood behind her, and by the look of completely shock on her face gave Letty the confirmation that she actually knew her, or knew of her for all she could tell. Letty raised an eyebrow expectantly at the girl when she stayed silent, before tiredly rolling her eyes.

"You can go now, honey. He's not interested," it didn't take much, because the girl had turned to leave the group instantly. And now, all eyes were eagerly on the Latina who stood in her wake. She turned on her heel as Dom slowly approached her with an amused, shit-eating grin plastered right across hit smug face.

"You changed your mind," He stated. His eyes on her alone were enough to create a ball of giddy excitement in her stomach. Letty held back a smile and settled for a vague smirk, she gave him a small nod and opened her mouth to speak. She wanted to tell him what she Brian had told her, what Mia had said, what she had said and now what she felt. But something inside her was still holding it all back, some kind of barrier stopped her from tapping into the feelings she was almost certain were hidden back there somewhere. But, even if she could find them and drag them forward, voicing them had never been her strong suit, she knew that much.

"When can I be kept away from races?" She finally responded with a small smile.

"Letty's back," She caught the sound of Brian's mumbled words, despite them being directed at a man she didn't quite recognise but felt an expecting twinge of familiarity towards. Almost all eyes were on her, even during her exchange with Dom. But her attention had found and stayed with the guy who stood beside Brian, and their gazes were completely locked. He looked at her with a warm, knowing smile even as she stared on with curious and determined eyes. Dom eventually followed her line of sight to see what, or who, had stolen her attention. He chuckled lightly.

"Hector," he called, waving a hand towards the man as he took a few steps forward and closed the space between them. His name rang through Letty's head and that, along with Dom's chuckle, gave her the confirmation that she did know him, at least once upon a time. The brunette watched the two men clap hands and pat each other's back as they shared an embrace, and her eyes never left him; Hector. When he turned back to face her with that same smile, she couldn't seem to match it, even when he finally addressed her.

"Letty, how've you been, baby girl?" She couldn't find words; there was something about him that had her mind spinning at a hundred miles an hour. She knew him, somewhere in her head she knew him, that much was obvious. All she wanted, more than anything in that moment, was to remember. But she stayed silent and her thoughts stayed silent. With a small chuckle from Hector, somewhat snapping her out of her own mind, he continued. "You racing?" That had her attention; it was even enough to form a small smirk. She considered it momentarily, her gaze dancing around the place and the people as she felt Dom's eyes on her intently. Letty wanted nothing more than to agree instantly, but something held her back and the words refused to leave her lips.

"I'll race you for slips," An unrecognisable voice caught everyone's attention; even people who weren't paying any attention to the three beforehand had now taken an interest. Letty didn't recognise him; he came across as just another racer, nothing special. And then he made a motion towards the car in question, his car and her heart fluttered with excitement at the American Muscle. But the brunette began to shake her head slowly; her lips parted for her to voice the fact she didn't have a car, not one of her own that she could bet, anyway, but Dom was speaking up for her.

"Pink slip," he said in way of confirmation. The keys to his own car were already in his hand as he held them out to her. Letty watched the guy stride over to his car and then she was shooting questioning daggers at the older Toretto.

"Dom, that's your car," she spoke carefully, but he cut her off.

"You know you're the only person who's ever beaten me in a race?" He asked. Her brows furrowed at the words, despite the hint of a smug smirk that appeared on her lips. "When we first met, we raced and I wiped out next to you, which doesn't really count." Letty scoffed between his sentences at his attempt to excuse his loss, "And in the DR," his voice dropped to a low volume only she could hear. "We raced and you won. Nobody else has beaten me, Let." His hand found hers and she felt the cool metal of the keys being pressed into her palm. "You can take on a punk like that. I trust you."

A grin pulled at the corners of her lips and he saw the expression of her caving all over her face. "If I lose your car," she started and Dom shook his head once.

"You won't…But, uh, if you do," He pressed his hands to her upper-arms and pulled her closer, his mouth just by her ear. "I'll beat your ass." The words pulled a small laugh from the Latina.

"Keep, dreamin'."

She felt him chuckle lowly in the pit of her stomach and then he was gone, joining the guys as they stood around their own cars.

"Dom, you don't bet your car," Brian spoke, matter-of-factly.

"It's Letty," Dom retorted, his face lit with complete trust and faith. "My car ain't going anywhere."

It was like moths to a flame when Letty stepped out of the car, passed the finish line, and guy with an expression of respect on his features crossing the line moments after she had already closed the car door. Everyone seemed to crowd around the brunette; like nothing had changed. A smug, yet completely ecstatic smile stood steady on Letty's lips as she accepted people congratulations, and she sure as hell didn't miss the odd comments such as "That's our girl," or "The Queen's back."

And then there was Dom; not once had his eyes left her from the moment he had pressed his keys trustfully in her palm. And when she drove over the finish line first and got lost in the crowd of people, his gaze had been trained for many years not to lose her even then. It took him a while, letting her soak up the attention, before he slowly paced towards her, only unfolding his arms from his chest once he had come to a stop in front of her, a playful smirk had taken residence on his own lips.

Everyone around them had fallen into pattern of turning their attention away from the two when needed, and now, and Letty's situation, was no exception. As she hid her smirk and finally broke the fairly seductive eye contact, Letty held out the keys and Dom took them slowly, his eyes never wavering from her and she found herself fidgeting under his stare.

"Nice car," he muttered, nodding his head towards the car she had just easily won herself. She followed his line of sight and her smirk reappeared, even when she had turned back to look at him, it was still there. "At lease you don't have to steal mine the next time you wanna get away. Or, you know, the next time you just want a joy ride – "

Dom barely got out his last word and then the familiar feeling of the Latina's lips pressed harshly against his, hit him like a ton of very much welcomed bricks. He hadn't quite realised just how much he had longed for that touch from that woman, until he had it in that moment. Despite how brutally he was caught off guard, every single part of it felt familiar and if he was some other guy, if it was some other moment, some other kiss, some other girl, the memory would be enough to pull tears out of them. But this was Dominic Toretto and Letty Ortiz; it was right. He knew it, and the moment she had chosen to cut him off with a strongly anticipated kiss, Letty knew it too.

She practically felt her toes curl as she found herself questioning why she hadn't done it sooner. And when the Latina finally pulled away and let the air come between them, she was still in some way reluctant to.

A low chuckle escaped Dom's lips when the shock had subsided and realisation took over. "What was that for?" he asked, quiet enough for them to both know it was strictly for her ears only.

Letty gave a nonchalant shrug. "For you," she stated simply. Her eyes traced over him carefully when she fell silent. She breathed in deeply, her hands finding her hips as she took on a casual manner in her body language. "I know now."

He raised an eyebrow at her quizzically with an almost amused smile playing with the corners of his lips. "What's that?"

"That I need to be here," she explained.

It was Dom's turn to watch her carefully. He knew instantly that her causal stance was just a way for her to attempt to throw him off; he knew exactly how serious her words were and just want they meant to her, as well as what they meant to him. He shifted on his feet slightly and looked her down once.

"You already said this place felt like home," his words were questioning but they both knew what he meant. It was his own way of questioning if she meant her own confession just as seriously as he had originally taken it. And with her simply response, he knew as much.

"I need to be here," she repeated. "I need to be with you."