Author's Note: Okay so this is a newer request. It's kind of sad at times so be warned. There is an accident. Thanks again to all my reviewers! School will be out soon and then I will hopefully have a little more time to write.

An Accident

It was a Saturday night like any other these days. Dom and Letty got to enjoy some time alone as their daughter was out with some friends. She said they were all driving out to the beach to 'hang out', but they acknowledged that there was probably some drinking going on. On one level they didn't really approve, but they had also taught their daughter well enough to not drink and drive. So they were prepared to go and pick her up if need be.

So tonight they enjoyed the quiet meal for two then settled down on the couch to watch a movie. Letty curled against Dom, his arm around her in the darkened space. He turned to smile and nuzzle her temple. Her hair smelled like shampoo and engine oil, cause she lived in cars just like him.

"Just like old times," he murmured and she chuckled softly, tilting her head to kiss him. His hand came up to cup her jaw, slowly deepening the kiss.

He was pushing her back along the length of the couch, movie forgotten, when the phone rang. Groaning against his mouth, Letty pushed at his chest, and then sighed when they drew apart.

"Probably your daughter calling for her ride home," she laughed as he made a face at her and sat up to reach for the phone.

However it was not his daughter's voice he heard on the other end of the phone when he picked it up. Instead there was a woman sounding uncertain, asking if he was 'Mister Toretto' in the kind of voice that made him think of school administrators calling home or something else equally official.

"Yeah, that's me, who is this?"

Letty was sitting up, reaching over to mute the television as he listened to the woman carefully explain that she was calling from the hospital and that there had been an accident.

"Is my daughter all right?" he demanded, interrupting her.

"She is in surgery right now, Mr. Toretto. We recommend you come down immediately."

"What the hell is going on?" Letty asked, looking at him worriedly.

"We're on our way," he replied to the receptionist, then hung up, looking at his wife. "Car accident. Not sure what caused it but we have to get to the hospital."

"The hospital? What the fuck happened?" she stood up though, grabbing her shoes and jacket as Dom shoved his wallet into his pocket and grabbed his car keys from the counter.

"I don't know. Obviously it was bad if she's in surgery."

Together they hurried out the house to Dom's car and he was pulling out of the driveway before Letty buckled up, jerking the wheel as he upshifted and sped off.

"Did they say if she was okay?" Letty asked, pulling out her phone to text Mia, unable to stay still in her seat, anxious and scared in a way she hadn't been before. Even when she'd been looking her own death in the face.

"Nothing other than the fact that she was in surgery. We'll have to talk to the doctors when we get there, okay? It's going to be okay, baby."

Though he was scared as well, and Letty could hear it in his voice, he reached over to squeeze her hand. She turned hers to lace their fingers together and held on.

"Mia's going to meet us at the hospital," she said when her phone buzzed in reply.

Dom nodded, taking the exit off the highway to get to the hospital. He was feeling sick to his stomach and so, so scared. He could remember bringing the baby girl home from this very hospital only sixteen years ago. He could remember holding her tiny body in his arms like it was yesterday. He could remember every first, from her first word to her first tooth, the first steps she took. Her childhood love of cars that had only blossomed as she grew older. He could remember the way she'd smiled at them that afternoon as she'd run out the back door, bag of beach supplies slung over her shoulder, giant sunglasses on. She'd waved and said 'Don't wait up' with a little wink as she tugged the back door shut behind her.

At the hospital Dom quickly found a parking space and they walked into the emergency room holding hands. Letty's face looked so pale. If she'd been anyone else he might have thought she was going to faint. But he just squeezed her hand as they stepped up to the front desk. The woman there couldn't offer them much more information, but assured them the doctor would be out to speak with them soon. She gave them some paperwork, which Dom looked at with irritation even as he embraced the distraction of filling it out.

He was halfway through the second sheet when Mia came in through the hospital doors, making a beeline for them. She hugged Letty tightly, then him.

"Brian and Vince are out looking for a parking space. Any news?"

He only shook his head. "We don't even know what happened yet."

"Mister Toretto?" there was a small voice coming from the doors that led from the emergency room out to the waiting room.

Dom looked up to see Liana, his daughter's best friend. She was with her mother, who was looking just as upset as he felt, her eyes puffy and her face taut. Liana's arm was wrapped in a cast, a blue sling holding it against her chest. Her face was bruised, dark skin mottled and purpled and gashed at her temple where she'd obviously had stitches, small bandages stark white against her skin and the bruising. Her clothes were bloody. But she was still standing here talking to him.

His daughter wasn't.

He couldn't bring himself to say anything, so he was grateful when Mia beckoned the girl over.

"Liana, can you tell us what happened?" she asked.

The girl nodded weakly after glancing up at her mother, who offered a small, encouraging smile.

"Well uh… we were at the beach with a bunch of people from school. Even though some people brought beer and stuff we didn't drink. I mean… we had to drive home and we didn't want to have to call and bother you so we just decided we weren't going to drink." She looked down a little; because she knew they'd had drinks before at other gatherings and they really weren't supposed to. She thought maybe the Torettos wouldn't really care, but her mom had been mad about it.

Swallowing she looked up at them again, her dark eyes teary. "I swear it wasn't our fault. Someone said that the cops were going to come and bust us so we had to split. And… and she was driving and she's a good driver you know. She wasn't being stupid. We buckled up and we weren't drunk but these other guys were and… we were going to get on the highway and the light was green but those guys… they just went right through the red light and they hit us and it was on the driver's side and the car just… rolled and rolled a lot and I think I was screaming and I knew my arm was broken but I was really out of it when the paramedics came. I'm really sorry." She began to cry. "It was my idea to go to the beach. She's not gonna die is she?"

"No," Mia assured. "No she's going to be fine, Sweetheart. Thank you for telling us."

Once Liana's mother had led her away Dom dropped his head, closing his eyes as Letty muttered a prayer under her breath. He forgot about the stupid paperwork, reaching for her hand and holding on. He held Mia's words in his head. She's going to be fine, she's going to be fine. It was like a mantra. If he repeated it enough it would be true.

Brian and Vince soon joined them in the waiting room, Mia explaining softly as she took the paperwork from Dom to finish filling out. He wrapped his arm around Letty who snuggled into his side wordlessly. She burrowed her face against his chest and he tangled his hand into her long hair as they sat and waited.

It seemed like hours before the doctor appeared, asking for them. Dom and Letty stood, going through the doors with him. He shook their hands with a smile.

"Your daughter is going to be just fine."

And just like that, the Earth settled around them, both of them sagging in relief. Letty turned her head but Dom had caught a glimpse of shiny tears in her eyes.

The doctor motioned for them to follow him down the hall. "They're just getting her settled in recovery and she'll have to be here for a little while longer. A few days, a week or so. We'll see how it goes. We had to operate because of internal bleeding. She did break some bones, including several of her ribs, one of which punctured her lungs. The damage has been repaired. We set the bones could. She has some additional lacerations and bruising but the internal bleeding was the worst of the damage." He stopped outside a room where the door was slightly open and the faint beeping of machines drifted out to them. "The anesthesia should wear off within the hour so she'll be able to talk to you, but she's on pain killers so don't expect it to be very lucid."

Without another word he motioned them to the doorway, aware that what they really wanted was to see their daughter and reassure themselves.

Once inside the room they saw her, looking pale even tucked in amongst the stark white sheets. Her dark hair was fanned across the pillow and her face was bruised along the left side. She had small scratches across her face and neck, and another dark bruise across her chest disappearing under the hospital gown, likely from her seat belt. There were lines hooked up to her wrists and arms, feeding in drugs or nutrients. A small plastic cap over one finger led to the beeping machine, monitoring her heartbeat. Her lips were parted, dark lashes crescents against her cheeks. If not for the injuries she would look peacefully asleep.

Letty stepped up to the side of the bed, brushing her daughter's hair away from her forehead carefully, examining the little injuries that marred her face, focusing on the steady movement of her chest as she breathed in and out. She was really going to be okay. She wanted to take the girl's hand, but there were all those wires and lines in the way. Instead she pulled the chair up beside the bed so that when the girl opened her eyes she would see her. Dom stood behind her for a moment, squeezed her shoulder and then let out a sigh.

"I need to go tell Mia and Brian," he murmured.

"Yeah. I'll wait here."

Letty watched her daughter sleep in a way she hadn't since the girl had been an infant just home from the hospital. That same, low-level panic was nestled in her chest. Just like when they'd brought her home for the first time, clueless about how to raise a child or deal with a baby. And yet, somehow they'd managed. They'd raised her into this amazing, smart, beautiful young woman who was all the best parts of both of them. The thought that they could have lost her was terrifying. All those stupid stunts, all the crazy shit they'd pulled back in the day and they'd lived through it. There was no way that their daughter was going to die because of an accident.

Mia, Brian and Vince came back with Dom, sat with them for a while until visiting hours were over. Letty and Dom remained of course, sitting vigil by the sleeping teen's bedside, taking turns going down to the cafeteria though neither of them could summon up the appetite to eat much.

Letty was half asleep in the chair, Dom standing near the window staring out solemnly when a soft groan attracted both their attention. Their daughter slowly opened her eyes to find them both staring at her. She blinked rapidly, dark eyes clouded with the haze of painkillers. Her body felt heavy and numb, which was probably better than how it would feel without painkillers.

"Mami? Papi?" Her voice was weak, scratchy and Dom moved to help her sip some water from a plastic cup the nurse had brought in earlier. "What happened?"

"There was an accident," Letty explained carefully, all too familiar with those first moments of confusion upon waking up after one. "You were hurt and you had to have surgery."

The girl looked at them a moment before the confusion slipped away. "I remember…." Her face crumpled then. "My car's wrecked," she moaned, closing her eyes.

Her parents exchanged a glance, relief in their eyes. She was surely going to be just fine.

"We'll fix the car," Dom said, reaching out to smooth her dark hair. "We're just glad you're okay, baby."

She smiled a little, lifting a hand weakly to squeeze his wrist. "I'm okay. I better hurry up and heal so I can get back in the garage."

They laughed, the somber mood lifting from the little hospital room. Everything was going to be just fine.