Making Memories IIII "One wheel, four hands"

"One way, everything's gotta be your way
But darling, I'm on your side
Cause it's one wheel, four hands
Two hearts trying to understand
How we're gonna get there
When we're both trying to drive"

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As Letty turned out of the neighborhood, onto the main street, she couldn't help but feel a little elation. She hadn't been behind the wheel of car since they'd returned from London. Truth was, the opportunity didn't present itself that often, and Dom was pretty quick to squash any idea of her branching out on her own. He drove her to the garage, the house, Mia's…everywhere they might go, he took her. When she thought more about it, he didn't really let her out of his sight all that much.

As she upshifted, the rumble of the large engine sent shockwaves through her veins. She pushed the car, stretching her legs, asking her to break in the modifications Letty had added over the course of the last few days. Her engine roared and Letty smiled wide. She followed the directions Brian had given her, preparing to take another left, that would lead her back to the garage in a short time. As she downshifted into the corner, she felt her mind race, and saw a moment in her mind's eye, one she didn't recall.

It was very dusty, and she was in a purple Nissan 240sx. She was racing someone, she wasn't sure who. She could see she was winning though.

The moment gone, she pulled through the corner and hit the gas. She knew that had to be significant; she had to get back to ask Dom. It was the first time she'd remembered anything-it had been quite a few weeks since she'd been 'home'.

She couldn't shake the smile as she pulled the car into the garage driveway. She hit the break when she saw Dom, standing with the wide defiant stance, arms crossed. She could see his forehead creased over his sunglasses and the smile faded. "Shit," she muttered.

She pulled the car up, and turned off the ignition. She felt like a child who'd just defied her father. Before she could open the door herself, Dom was pulling the outside handle, yanking the door open.

"Get out." His tone was angry, a deep bass she didn't hear often. She pulled herself out, sidling to the side as he shut the door. She raised an eyebrow at him before she could stop herself, and that didn't seem to help the situation any. "You can't do that, Letty." His voice was even, but she could feel the fire coming from him.

"Do what?" She retorted automatically, "I just took it out, made sure everything ran fine. Don't worry, I didn't break any laws, Papi. I stopped at every stop sign, and pedestrian right of way." She moved to walk away toward Mia and Brian, who were holding Jack by the office.

Dom grabbed her by the arm. He ignored her attitude.

"You can't just go off like that on your own. You could get lost, or worse. There are a lot of neighborhoods around here you shouldn't end up in." She looked down at his hand on her arm, and back up at his face.

"I'm not 16, Dom. And if I remember correctly, I was doing a hell of a lot more than driving around town when you found me. I'm pretty sure I can handle myself, and a car." She pulled her arm from his grip. He flexed his arms unconsciously, setting his jaw.

"That's not the point, Letty! Something could happen to you! Until you remember things, you can't—" she interrupted his angry tangent, stepping back up to him, close, her sunglasses hiding her emotions.

"I may not remember anything, ever. And you need to understand that! You can't keep me under your careful watch forever!"

Mia watched their argument from by the office, and though she wanted to interrupt, she couldn't bring herself to. She knew he was only trying to protect her; she'd been in that same position for a long time prior to Mexico. Letty wasn't used to being controlled, however, she had always been independent despite Dom. Dom just seemed to have forgotten that, seemed to have forgotten the years she used to help him hijack tractor trailer trucks.

Letty strode toward the garage, leaving Dom seething in the parking lot. "Letty!" He called out after her. She didn't look back in his direction, moving past Mia and Brian, to the back door of the garage. Brian looked down at Mia, who nodded.

"I've got my brother, go give her a ride home." They shared a brief kiss, before they headed in their separate directions. Mia carried Jack to where Dom paced by the Chevelle. "Dom," she started quietly, bouncing her son on her hip.

"What?" He exploded back at her. She stopped, raising her eyebrows in a disapproving way toward her big brother.

"Um, baby present. Lower your voice!" She scolded Dom, as he looked down and mumbled something of an apology. "You need to calm down. She's just trying to find her way. Give her some slack." He stopped pacing long enough to remove his sunglasses and rub his face.

"I can't lose her again, Mia!" She could hear the fear, the emotion. He wasn't one to leave his emotions out in the open, but she could only imagine the pressure he felt everyday, walking on eggshells around Letty, all the things they'd been through and done, and she didn't remember one ounce.

"You're going to if you don't stop pushing her away. She's not your child, Dominic. You're forgetting that she's a grown woman, who is very capable of making her own choices and decisions. What made you love her in the first place? Her attitude and her fearlessness, am I right?" Mia watched him slow his pace, saw him taking in her words. "She's still the same girl." She stopped him from pacing, her hand light on his large forearm. "This is a two-way street, Dom. If you keep smothering her, you will lose her." He didn't respond, simply looked down, sighing.

"I'm going for a drive." He turned away from Mia, and walked straight toward his own 1970 Chevelle. She watched him walk away, sympathy evident on her face. He started the car and peeled out of the drive. Jack gurgled at the sound of the large engine, and Mia shook her head, laughing a little.

"Oh, Jack. If you grow up like your Uncle Dom, we're in a lot of trouble."

Brian parked his Nissan GTR outside the Toretto house, the whole ride having been in silence. She'd fought the ride, had tried to walk home, and though he felt like a jerk, Brian had played the 'do you really know where you're going' line, and she'd been frustrated and gotten in the car. She had stewed in the front seat the whole ride, and he didn't attempt any conversation. The car idled as she remained in the seat, seemingly unable to get out.

"I remembered something today. I think, anyway," she offered up quietly. He shifted to face her, interested and surprised.

"Really?" Brian replied, excitement evident in his tone. She rolled her eyes.

"It wasn't much, don't get too excited." She played with the arms of her coveralls, the material torn and worn in places. "I was racing someone, in the middle of a desert it seemed. I was driving a purple Nissan 240sx." She looked at him out of the corner of her eye, trying to gauge his reaction. His smile was contagious.

"That was Race Wars! Probably 7 or 8 years ago! I can't believe it! That's awesome, Let!" He patted her thigh.

"It really happened?" She seemed unsure that she could actually remember something, nervous it wasn't real.

"Yeah. You won that race, two grand. You are a talented driver. Dom taught you well." At the sound of his name, her smile dropped a bit. Brian noticed, chewed the inside of his cheek for a moment. "Have you told him?"

"No. He was too busy scolding me." The anger was still evident, and Brian could understand why.

"You should tell him. He'll be thrilled." He waited a beat, watched her reaction before continuing. "I know I've told you this before, but you went undercover to clear his name. He blames himself every day for what happened-for leaving you behind. You have to understand where he's coming from. He thought you were dead. We all did. He's still coming to terms with the fact you're here, alive. He's afraid to lose you again."

"He has to stop trying to control me." She took in everything Brian said, but that didn't change the fact that he was still keeping her under lock and key.

"Have that conversation with him," Brian suggested. Letty raised an eyebrow, making a dubious face.

"Were you there just now? He's not exactly the easiest person to talk to." Brian let out a laugh, nodding.

"This is true," he agreed, a rueful grin on his handsome face, "but just give him a chance. If you want it, you're going to have to ask for it. Because he's most likely not going to give it to you on his own." Letty nodded, taking in his words. She looked up at him with a small grin.

"Thanks for the ride, Brian." He nodded, catching her eyes.

"Anytime, Let. Good luck," He gave her a grin as she climbed out of the car and headed up the front stairs. He made sure she got into the house before putting the car in gear and heading home to meet Mia. He couldn't wait to tell her that Letty had remembered something. He also hoped Dom would be understanding when he got home. Letty was having a rough time as it was, she didn't need Dom all over her about going for a short drive. There was a lot of bandaging to do between them.

Letty grabbed a beer out of the fridge, opening it and taking a long swig. She felt anxious, antsy. She would have stayed and worked longer, but she was so mad at him for being such a stubborn ass. Leaning against the counter in the kitchen, she spotted the garage through the window. Without thinking, she grabbed a few more beers, and headed outside. She pulled open the sliding door, staring at the beast before her. The car spoke to her, as if they too had a bond. She put the extra beers on the work bench, and grabbed a wrench. After a long sip, she went to work within the engine.

Thank you all again for the reviews. Please let me know your thoughts. I'm not sure I'm totally happy with it, but Letty's gotta remind Dom who she is. And he's gotta remember why he loves this '20% angel, 80% devil'. :)

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