Title: Past, Present, & Everything In Between
Fandom:TFATF
RATING: PG-13 (may increase to R)
Pairings: MULTIPLE
Author: ME!

Chapter One: Who Knew

Dr. Callahan was on her way out of the hospital when she was paged for an incoming trauma patient and had to meet the chopper on the roof moments before the bird landed.

“What the hell happened to this guy?” she asked the EMT—Ricky—as the elevator descended to the ER floor.

“He wouldn’t say; who knows, gorgeous, maybe you can persuade him to tell ya.” Doc rolled her eyes at his flirtation.

“Did you get a last name, Ricky?” he nodded.

“Vincent Papaleo, 25, some sort of accident in the field; deep lacerations to the upper left arm; refused painkillers, kept on about some Letty cat.”

“I swear I know that name from somewhere.” Callahan shrugged, “She can’t be too far behind this guy.”

“What makes you think Letty’s a chick?”

“Just a hunch…I knew a girl by that name when I was younger.” The elevator doors opened. “I got it from here, Rick.”

“Later, Charlie.” As she wheeled him into the suture room, he began to come around.

“I done died and gone to heaven.” Dr. Callahan laughed

“If this is heaven, I must be in the wrong place. You’re at Los Angeles County General, Vincent.”

“I hate that name. It’s Vince.” She nodded as she pulled on the field sutures. “Ow! Damnit, Doc that shit hurts!”

“Sorry…the anesthetic they gave you in the field must be wearing off. Pick your poison—local anesthetic or you can have a scrip later.”

“I’ll take the scrip.” The doctor laughed at him.

“Macho, Mr. Papaleo?” his eyes bugged when she used his last name.

“That’s my dad, babe.” Callahan was about to start the sutures when she was paged again.

“Dammit to hell! This is probably your knuckle-headed friends; I’ll be back.” At the desk she saw a thinner but equally tattooed guy supporting a shorter Latina.

“Hey! You know a macho guy who calls himself Vince?” he nodded. “Right this way and I’ll fix all three of you up.” I said taking Letty’s other arm over my shoulder.

“What happened to her?” Leon looked at Vince, who nodded.

“She was in a car accident; her car flipped a couple of times.” Dr. Callahan nodded.

“I’m gonna get a nurse to draw some blood for a standard work up, then I’m gonna order a head CT, chest film and lower body XRAYS. I’ll be back with the paperwork for you to fill out.” She left the room and Leon let out a howl.

“Man you got a thing for the doctor!”

“Too bad since we’re in Mexico as soon as we get out of here.” Letty said as the nurse came in with the doctor. “Holy fuckin’ shit!”

“Nice to see you too, Letty.” Callahan retorted as the nurse stuck her. “So what’s it been, Letty, five, ten years?”

“Since you bailed out for Princeton or you quit returning goddamn phone calls?” Letty snapped back at her.

“I am not going to have this argument in the middle of the 3rd straight shift I've worked!” Dr. Callahan left the room, dictating orders to the nurse as she followed at her heels. Leon shot Letty a quizzical look.

“What the hell was that and where’ve you been hidin’ her, man?!” Vince laughed and gave Letty an ornery look.

“That was Charlotte Callahan; one of the only women who kept me busy enough not to cheat.” Vince said, sounding almost rueful. This only confused Leon even more.

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“So what happened? Aside from the Princeton thing, I mean?” Leon asked, taking a drag off his cigarette.

“Rich girl falls for boy from the wrong side of the tracks, basic Romeo and Juliet complex; it just didn’t end in dual suicides.” I replied sardonically. “I came home one year for Christmas, went by the garage to see Letty and the boys, and in walks Vince with his arm around some hooker-looking racer skank…went down hill pretty quick from there.
After I quit answering when he called, RTS’d the mail he sent; I saw what Dom put Letty through and I knew I’d never have handled it as dignifiedly as she did.” I stood up.

“Coyote ain’t been laid in I don’t know how long…been houndin’ on Mia though she kicked him in the teeth when she let the cop sack her.” Callahan laughed loudly like she hadn’t in years.

“I can see Dom’s jugular bulgin’ when he found out about that.” Her pager buzzed. “Oh joy; lab work’s back for Ape Shit and Grease Monkey,” He smirked, “You should hear some of the things that they used to call me.” Charlotte shot back as they headed back into the hospital.

As they went back to the suture room, Dr. Callahan flipped through the workup but stopped when she saw the hormone levels. This was about to get interesting.

“Okay, I got good news and I got bad news.” Dr. Callahan said looking around the room and settling her gaze on Letty. “For the most part, Ape Shit, your arm’s getting infected so your white count’s skyrocketing, other than that you should be just fine once we get you stitched up. So, you two, outside for a bit; I paged the nurse from earlier, Loretta, to meet you and get you cleaned up.”

“Somebody know something we don’t?”

“OUT; NOW! Or I’ll get an intern to give both your sorry asses full RECTAL EXAMS!” Both men bolted out of the room as Dr. C turned the lock and closed the blinds.

“Must be nice to have that kind of power.”

“There something you want to tell me, Letty?” She asked, despite the blank look on her face. “No? Okay, slide down on the table, sp…”

“You finish that sentence and I disown your sorry ass!”

“Funny, I thought you did that when I got into Princeton.” Charlotte retorted, flipping to the hormone level chart and handing it to her.

“Sorry, I’m just a lowly mechanic, I don’t speak medical.”

“You had your bitch pill last month?” No answer. “What about this month?”

“HELL NO! Are you sayin’ what I think you’re saying?”

“Blood don’t lie, Sister.” She blanched. “You gonna take a hit of NOS and then haul ass outta LA for the next 7 months?” she sank back against the bed.

“We just got back into town from a major heist that got bombed. I don’t even know where the hell Dom is but if I ever see that O’Conner bastard I’ll kill him.”

“I’m not gonna force this on you but if you want, you can go to my place a few blocks from here and get some sleep. We can decide where to go from here when I get home.” Letty looked at her in question. “I bailed out on you once, I’m not going to do it again…to either of you.”

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An hour later, Letty set off, Vince and Leon in tow, for Callahan’s apartment, which was coincidentally on the beach; an hour and a half later, Charlotte arrived at the beach house and was bombarded by Letty before she had her key in the door.

Ooh! I like it! Write more!!!!!

Nice chika, now you got me all curious and stuff.
So are they sisters?....come on now you gotta give us more.

Yay, we get a Dotty baby :)

CHAPTER TWO: The Gang’s all Here

“You didn’t tell me he was here!” Letty shrieked excitedly, sounding oddly giddy.

“Or that she had roomies!” Leon said, leaning against the wall beside Dixie nanoseconds before she stalked off, a scowl on her face.

“What’s her deal?” he wondered aloud.

“She’s not much for company unless she knows, trusts and likes you…don’t take it personally.” Leon gave a disgruntled snort.

“Don’t look like the gang’s all here, Dom. Where’s Mother Goose?” Dom laughed.

“Actually, I’m not sure.” His cell rang as he answered. “Mia, head out to Long Beach. I’ll tell you why when you get here.” I nodded and went to talk to Leon.

“It’s not like she hates you; hasn’t exactly had the best of luck in terms of men, if you get what I mean.”

“I’ma go talk to her.”

“Hope you don’t mind getting splattered with paint, then Leon,” I said, wandering out of the den and onto the veranda, where she saw Letty sitting on the beach.

“You alright, Letty?” She shrugged her response; she’d been hard enough to read when they were kids and now her eyes and face were emptier than Charlotte had ever remembered seeing them. “Had, uh, you two talked about this kinda thing?” Letty scoffed at her.

“Talked, yeah, but nothing was really said.” Charlotte sat down beside her, burying her toes in the sand.

“For what it’s worth, I double as an OB nurse when they’re short-staffed; I’m certified but I prefer the ER.” They heard the door on the porch slam and were soon joined by Mia.

“So you’re a doctor, now, hmm?” she asked, sitting down beside Letty. I nodded.

“Mia’s pre-med…gonna put the rest of this family to shame.” Mia sucker-punched Letty.

“You thought about where you want to do your internship?” she shrugged and Charlotte nodded.

“I’m thinking about the ER, or even surgery.” Charlotte nodded.

“I’m impressed, despite being biased; I could get used to having family in the ER. I’m up for the attending position sometime soon.”

“MIA! Come get this meal goin’!” they laughed as she begrudgingly trudged back to the house. Letty and Charlotte followed soon after and she soon found herself perched on the back of the couch, watching Leon and Vince duke it out on Grand Theft Auto.

Out of the corner of her eye, Charlotte saw Letty and Dom talking quietly as they reclined together in a leather La-Z-boy and found herself slightly envious of them, and even more so angry at Vince.

‘That could have been us,’ Charlotte thought to herself as she wandered back out onto the veranda that surrounded the perimeter of the deck.

Loving it.....you need to feed me, asap.

CHAPTER THREE: The Shadow Proves the Sunshine

She’d dozed off only to be yanked back by a wide-awake Dixie, who looked none too happy.

“If that Leon creep hits on me again, I’ma take a blowtorch to his car…” Charlotte smirked at her seriousness.

“Dix, he likes you. A nice change from the Neanderthals you normally attract. Just play along, you might surprise yourself with what happens.”

“Charlie, he’s a mechanic for god’s sakes!” Dixie looked as though her friend had grown a second head.

“Okay, how’s this, if you haven’t fallen for him by the end of two weeks, I’ll give you that new set of pastels you’ve been wanting.” Her eyes lit up like a kid in a candy store.

“Deal.” Dixie retreated into the house and was replaced by Vince.

“You’re gonna win that bet.”

“This from the guy who couldn’t keep his hands to himself till Christmas break the year I broke up with you?” Charlotte snapped back. He flinched internally, even if she couldn’t see it she knew she’d struck a nerve.

“Charlotte, I've told you a million times, that girl was Jachael, Edwin’s sister.” Charlotte rolled her eyes

“Six years and you’re still going with that sad-ass excuse?”

“Ask anybody. Even Letty knew that was Jachael.”

“Is that why I got your voice mail every time I tried to call you that entire week?” the muscles in his arm flexed. He wanted—no, needed—to hit something—hard. What he did instead surprised her.
He took Charlotte’s face in his hands and then he kissed her; but it was different from the way it had been before; it was gentle, tentative, almost needy, no longer demanding, possessive and invasive. She pulled away to look at him.

“Vince, what happened to you? Where’s the man I fell in love with; the one who made me feel tings that I’d never felt before and haven’t felt since then?” He wasn’t listening to her; he had his attention focused solely on Charlotte’s neck. “Vincent.” A guttural growl was his response.

“What really happened to land you at the ER?” she asked.

“I love you, Charlotte.” He said, burying his face and hand in her hair. “I’ve missed you.” He kissed her again before speaking. “We’re goin’ to Mexico City in a few days.” Charlotte cut him off before he could continue—there was no telling how much he’d already had to drink.

“You need to go to bed, Vince; you're drunk and you don’t know what you’re saying.”

“Only if you’ll come with me, Charlie.” He leaned even closer to Charlotte’s ear. “’M not drunk, baby.” she cursed herself silently for encouraging him.

“I’ll stay with you but if you try anything, so help me.” The next morning Charlotte woke to an eerie silence. In the kitchen she sat at the table with a mug of green tea in hand and a mug of coffee across the table; moments later, Dom entered barely awake.

“You never were one to sleep past twilight.” Charlotte heard a low rumbling in place of a response. “Something is going on that you and your friends are either trying to hide or are leaving for me to find on my own. Save my time and tell me what the hell’s going on.
Your team doesn't surface in a hospital unless one of you has gone and done something stupid.” Dom matched her eye for eye, yet his face remained unreadable.

“You look well, Charlie.”

“I’ve done pretty well; not too happy with the consequences of going to a fuckin’ Ivy League school across the goddamn country…” Charlotte answered, not bothering to look at him.

“How long have you been back in LA?”

“About 3 ½ years; I got tired of NYU after my fellowship; haven’t been to a decent street race since Danica—she’s the one who was wearing the Anarchy t-shirt last night—quit draggin’ professionally.”

“Nothin’ beats the rush from NOS and street racing.” She nodded.

“If you’re hiding out in my beach house, where you gonna go if somebody like Johnny Tran comes lookin’ for you? You can’t spend your life runnin’, Dom.”

“We have connections…in Mexico City.” It took all the control Charlotte had not to slap him in the back of the head but then her realised something that made her even madder—Letty still hadn’t told him.

“Excuse me, yeah? Where’d you two sleep last night?”

“Guest room at the end of the hall.”


“I thought I told you to tell Dom about you-know-what ASAP?” Charlotte said when Letty rolled over in her bed.

“I will, Charlotte…don’t get yourself all hot an’ bothered on my account.”

“You do know that he’s gonna drag all of you to Mexico City as soon as Johnny gets word that you’re here, right? That means he’ll kill Dixie, Danica, and me when he finds out that I’m hiding you here.” She was trying to get into Letty’s head but it wasn’t going very well. “You put my family in danger and I’ll lead Johnny straight to you. Tell Dom.”

Charlotte left the room to find Vince emerging from hers and found that she was falling for him all over again. She turned around and headed up the stairs to Dixie’s room, knocked twice as a precautionary measure and found that she was still in her bed.

“Dixie, wake up. Wouldn’t want you to get ambushed in bed by Leon.” She bolted upright. “Didn’t think so; get dressed, company’s still here.” She cursed under her breath as the door closed.

In the kitchen, the boys were joking and talking—it was almost like being in the twilight zone. Letty shoved past Charlotte as she shuffled into the kitchen, reaching first for the OJ and then for the coffee pot. She cleared her throat, trying to be discreet, though it only attracted the attention of both Leon and Vince.

“You alright, De?” Charlotte nodded and passed letty, taking the coffee from her as she went, followed by Vince.

“You’re actin’ weird, Callahan. Really, really weird. What gives, babe?”

“Ain’t my place to say, V. if you wanna know, ask Lett...it’s her business, I’m just the doctor that called her out on it. What she does from there is none of my business, no matter who the consequences screw over. You…weren’t drunk, were you? Last night, I mean.”

“Nope.”

“Sorry.” She sounded sheepish and knew it.

“So where does that leave us?” Charlotte laughed.

“I knew that was coming,” she said, “and I don’t know right now.”

“We’re leaving for Mexico City in a couple of days…”

“Dom said you were only going to go if Johnny came after you guys..”

“He’s been promisin’ all of us a nice long vacation—some place like Cancun—for a long time.”

“And you’re tellin’ me this, why, exactly?”

“You and your friends are comin’ with us.”

“Now comes the catch, right?”

“No catch… Johnny will show up here eventually and when he does, you girls aren’t going to be here.”

Chapter Four: Coffee, Tea, or Me

“I don’t like your implication, Vincent.”

“What implication?”

“That I would narc you and your friends—my old friends—out to Johnny Tran, whom I have very little respect for in the first place.”

“Okay, point taken…what about your friends?”

“They’ll keep quiet if I tell them to.” Vince nodded. “So, spread the word to start packing?”

“Just the basics: clothes, meds, food so we don’t have to make too many unnecessary stops,” V said, nodding. “It’ll be a two or three day drive, we’ll have to split up, take different border exits; meet up in Tijuana.”

“There’s got to be another way. If we split, we double the risk of getting caught; if we pair up, it cuts the number of cars to 4.”

“We can’t leave Mia here.”

“She’s pre-med; that’s hard enough as it is. She’d never make it out alive if she came with us.”

“Johnny would find her in a heartbeat if she stayed. Why can’t you cover it?” Charlotte looked at him as though he were insane.

“Me? Vince, I’m a doctor, not a med school professor!”

“It sounds easy enough…get the work from her professors and you can teach her what she needs to know.”

“We’re all going to have to discuss this before anything…” She stopped midsentence. “You go round up your people, I’ll get mine and we’ll meet in the basement. It will explain everything.”

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By the time they were all in the basement, the room was buzzing with conversation.

“Okay, I’m sure we’re all dyin to know why we’re in the basement. I’ve been actin’ a lil bit weird the past day or so and what I’m about to say is gonna explain most of it. I’m sorry if anyone’s offended by it but this has to be done.” Charlotte took a deep breath and moved to continue when Letty cut her off.

“She’s about to say I’m pregnant. But I don’t want that to change our plans for going to Mexico.” She glared at Letty.

“You couldn’t do that without me provoking it?” she shrugged as Dom pulled her to him and whispered something in her ear. “Now will someone please tell me what the hell happened yesterday when the whole Motley Crüe landed in my hospital?”

“It was my fault, Charlie.” Dom spoke up from where he was now standing with Letty by his side. Charlotte’s eyes rolled at the irony of his words.

“I swear if you even mention Johnny Tran, I’m going to knock your teeth out.”

“We started hijacking rigs…V jumped from the car, knocked out the driver and then we looted the cargo and left the truck out in the middle of the desert.”

“Sounds like another one of your half-baked schemes; like it went bad; the scrapes on Letty’s face look like her car flipped or something. I’m still undecided about the wounds Vince has.”

“Day-um.”

“How’d I do, Toretto?”

“Three for three.”

“That’s gonna cost you four large. Two from you, Toretto, for sheer stupidity in that idea; one for Letty for makin’ me force her to say she was pregnant; and one from Vince for not talkin’ you out of a suicidal stunt like that in the first place.” If looks could kill, Vincent Papaleo would have been a dead man right then and there.

“Is that why you called us down here?” Leon asked, as Charlotte noticed for the first time that morning that Dixie was standing between his legs and leaning against his chest.

“No, actually, I think that if the five of you are going to go running off to Mexico like a couple o’ mangy dogs with your tails between your legs, we deserve to know why!” She watched Dixie’s eyes widen in horror at what Charlotte had just said. Charlotte realised that he hadn’t told her yet as she fought her way free from his grip, finding solace in Danica’s arms on the other side of the room.

“Johnny’s got his panties in a twist cause Jesse lost the Jetta to him in a race for slips; which then started a brawl in the desert. That’s how Jesse died.” Charlotte fell silent, which was probably a shock for most of the people in the basement at the time.

“I have an idea for where we all can go and stay in Mexico.” She was met with expressions questioning her sanity. “My grandfather left his ranch near Tijuana to me when he died. The place is huge—3 floors, 3 million square feet; almost five miles on each side.”

“Sound wicked.” Letty responded, though she was thinking out loud. Dom eyed Charlotte suspiciously.

“What’s the catch, Callahan?”

“Why do you always have to think there’s a catch to it whenever someone does something nice for us?” Letty snapped at him.

“Letty. Chill.” Charlotte could tell that she was going to have to have a nice long chat with Letty about the whole pregnancy thing. “Vince, take her upstairs. I need a word in private with Dominic.”

As the room emptied, Charlotte could feel the tension between Dom and Letty as if it were her own.

“You alright?” I asked, gently placing my hand on his arm. He pulled away. “Dominic, she didn’t know about it before the heist.”

“How far?”

“About two, two and a half months; not enough to be able to feel anything other than nausea. There’s almost no way she could have known before hand.”

“That’s why you took the coffee from her this morning?” She nodded and turned to leave when he continued. “Thank you.” Charlotte nodded and continued up the stairs into the house, hearing screaming that could only be Danica, whom was found in the kitchen ripping into Jesse for touching her car.

“Dani, be nice or I’ll triple your share of the rent money.” The remand silenced her almost immediately.

“Keep this idiot away from my car and I’ll be more than happy to oblige.” She snapped, leaving the room.

“You keep it up and I’ll leave you here when we go to Mexico and you can pay the entire rent by yourself.” Charlotte called after her before being pulled out into the hallway, finding herself pinned to the wall by Vince.

She opened her mouth to speak at the same time he chose to kiss her in a way that turned her brain to mush and nearly made her knees buckle.

“What are we doing, V?” Charlotte asked, pulling away from him as he moved along her neck while his hands slid under her scrub top.

Upstairs, Dixie and Leon were having problems of their own in epic proportions.

“So you were just going to take off for Mexico and not even tell me? You manipulated me, made me fall for you, just so you could turn around and leave?” Dixie demanded, refusing to look Leon in the eye.

“I was gonna tell you, aight? Your land lady beat me to it.” Leon answered. He moved towards her and she sidestepped him and went around him.

“Don’t play games with me, Leon. I know guys like you. I know how this stupid-ass game ends! You go on your merry-ass way and leave me with a broken heart! I don’t want that kind of life!”

“Dixie-“

“Leave.”

“Dix-“

“NOW! Leave!” Leon left Dixie’s room in a huff and let the door slam behind him when he stormed past Vince and Charlotte with his car keys in hand.

“You take Leon and I’ll handle Dixie.” V shrugged as she went into the house.

“Dixie, open up.” Charlotte heard the lock turn and chanced trying the door. “Dix, what’s going on?”

“If he’s leavin’, I want him out of my house!” Dix sobbed, burying her face in her friend’s shoulder.

“Dixie, did you even give him a chance to explain it?” she just cried harder when Charlotte asked this. “Honey, you gotta at least talk to him. if you care about him, you’ll have to sooner or later. When they leave for Mexico, we’re going with them.”

“I don’t want to stay in the same house as him. I don’t care if we’re on separate ends of the house, Charlotte. It’s me or him. take your pick.”

“Get some sleep, Dixie.” She left Dixie to her vices and went downstairs, grabbing a corona before heading back out onto the veranda.

“Is it all drama like this twenty-four/seven?” Letty asked from behind her.

“Only when it involves Dixie. I swear, she gives more people whiplash than a month of MVAs.” Charlotte replied, pinching the bridge of her nose. “I cannot afford to bail her outta jail for indecent exposure a fourth time.” She took a swig from the bottle as Vince’s car pulled up.

“What’s the deal with you two, girl?” V walked up the porch and into the house, stopping only briefly to glance back at Charlotte, their eyes making contact for a few seconds.

“That answer your question, Let? Awkward as hell and feels like my heart’s been ripped out—again. He broke me once, I guess I’m scared he’ll do it again.”

“Do you know how many times Dominic cheated on me? Hundreds! We worked it out!” Charlotte looked at her like she’d grown a third head.

“I hope this is your hormones talkin’…you scarin’ me, Letty.

“Go talk to him ’fore you get your heart broken again.”

“Letty, that’s not funny.”

“Then go get laid!” Charlotte turned three shades of red.

“Talk to your baby…read to them, play music for ’em. The more you do, the better the development of your baby.” Charlotte said, turning to the door. “I can show you sometime if you like.”

Wow. Soooo many people, so much stuff goin on.
Lovin the plot, hope charlie and letty get to bond more.
I'm just itchin for a Dom and Letty fight, blowout, makeout session, anything.

Chapter Five: Like Coronas

Charlotte climbed the stairs leading to Vince’s room two at a time, despite her nerves and ironically wasted no time opening his bedroom door.

“Your girl Dixie has a lot of nerve throwin’ Leon out like that, Charlotte.” Vince said, not bothering to put down the weight in his hand.

“From what I’ve heard from Dixie, she was trying to beat him to the punch by stopping things before they got too far. We all know how good you are at breaking up with people.”

“You think you’re the only person who’s ever had their heart broken? FUCK THAT, Charlie; you don’t want us here? We’ll go.”

“Vince, please. If you ever loved me you know I’m just trying to protect Dixie. I am not condoning what went on, Leon seems like a good guy.”

“He’s taking the day to cool off, should be back sometime tonight.” He had calmed down considerably. The coarseness of his hands set Charlotte’s skin on fire when he took her face in his hands. He kissed her, softly but then it escalated to something more, and before she could stop herself, she’d wrapped her legs around his waist, craving as much physical contact as she could get.

“What are we doing, Vince?”

“I don’t know about you, but I’m claiming what’s mine…permanently.” Charlotte froze. Its funny how one little word could kill the mood in an instant.

“Don’t do this to me, V; I’ve got too much going on right now to even begin to consider planning anyone’s wedding, much less my own!”

“Then let Mia do it…she lives for that kind of thing anyway.” She dropped the shoe she held in her hand and looked at him incredulously.

“She’s in Medical School, Vincent. That’s hard enough without you and the guys running off to Tijuana, which is like, 2000 miles from here, not to mention all the time and energy Letty’s gonna need since she’s pregnant…” Vince pulled her back to the bed and into his lap.

“That’s why you’re coming with us to the old man’s place.”

“Vince, the only way I’m gonna be able to make damn sure that Letty gets what she needs is if I keep working at the hospital,” She could feel Vince’s thumbs rubbing small, slow circles just below the hairline on my neck.

“What about your grandma?” She could feel the heat from his breath on her ear as he spoke.

“She lives in Manhattan and the account is so secure that they’ll only let $300 be transferred at a time.” She said against his lips, laughing softly. He caught her lips with his when she moved to pull away.

“Then I guess you're gonna have to figure out how much we’re gonna need.” She sat up, though he kept her firmly in his lap.

“the ultrasound will be a few hundred grand easily, the vitamins wont be too costly but I’ll need homebirth supplies ’cause there’s no way in hell that baby is being born in a Mexican hospital. That’ll run around $10-$15G.” Charlotte couldn’t even begin to conceive why she was considering attempting this insanity.

“Charlie, you’re forgetting about wedding costs.” He was still on about this idea of a wedding?!

“Vincent, there is no way in hell any sane person can plan a wedding in under thirty days, even if it’s done on Callahan money.” His eyes lit up.

“Is that a yes, then?” She was silent for minute, considering her options and weighing their consequences.

“Do I have to answer now?” Vince looked wounded—moreso than Charlotte could remember seeing him before. “Vince, I’m kidding!” the words had barely left her mouth before she found herself pinned beneath him, feeling like they was in high school again, in the backseat of Vince’s car.

The two weren’t seen by the rest of the household until the next day when they woke to the smell of Mia’s cooking. Upon entering the kitchen, the pair received dirty looks from Dom and a glare from Leon, which shifted to Dixie before he left the room.

“Dix, I’ma tell you like Letty told me: GO GET LAID!” She stormed out of the kitchen muttering indignantly under her breath with Danica hot on her heels, Mia in tow. “What crawled up yours, Toretto? Or is it that Letty ain’t givin’ it up since she found out she was pregnant?” Charlotte saw him tense and realised she’d struck a nerve. “You two can do it whenever you want until it’s not comfortable for her.” Dom groaned in slight mortification.

“I cannot believe I’m talking about my sex life with you, Callahan.”

“You think this,” She gestured between them, “Is awkward? Try givin’ the sex talk to a room full of high-school kids knowing I did exactly what I know I did at their age!”

“D’you think Mia will make a good doctor, Charlie?” he asked suddenly.

“I don’t know, but I can definitely understand why you’d want her to be.” Upstairs, Dixie and Leon were preparing for round two.

“You owe me an apology, Dix.” She tensed but didn’t stop moving, moving clothes from the bed to the closet and selective drawers of the bureau.

“The only thing I owe you is a castration, Mr. Gubitosi. In fact, you’re lucky you can still stand upright.” She still hadn’t met his gaze, though she certainly felt it on her.

“You don’t mean that, Dixie.” She threw one of her shoes at him, which he caught. “Would it have changed anything if you’d known I was leaving again in a few days when I started hittin’ on you?” she sighed a frustrated sigh.

“Why do you care, anyway? From what Charlotte’s told me about your friends, you go through women like coronas!”

Down the hall, Charlotte was in her room going through boxes of books on alternative medicine that she’d bought but never bothered to crack the covers on. On top of that, she had a Nirvana vinyl record playing on an ancient LP.

“What are you looking for?” Glancing over her shoulder Charlotte saw Mia entering her bedroom.

“Something that just might salvage your brother’s relationship wit Letty.” Mia laughed, loudly.

“Doing that would mean he got laid…which would require Letty actually letting him touch her.” She said, kneeling on the floor beside Charlotte.

“In that case, I know just the thing that’ll get her as hot and bothered as she’s got him.” Mia looked unsure what to think. “I’ll show you when I find it.”

Wonder what Charlie's got that'll help Dom with his Letty situation?

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Okay little confused. Jesse is alive right????? Is Letty mad that Dom got her prego??? Cause she said after he cheated hundreds of time they worked it out!!!!!!!!!!!

Kia

Yes, Jesse is alive and kicking.

No, that's not why Letty's mad at Dom.

EVERYBODY RELAX!! I have up to chapter 8 typed up and ready for posting.

bout time someone started reviewing other than Karikocha & Jazzy... :P

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Chapter Six: Girl Talk

An hour later, Charlotte had found the book and taken it to Dom.

“I think I’ve found something that will fix this rut you and Letty have gotten yourselves into.” She put the book on the table and showed him what she meant. “You’ve been using massages as a cover to get laid, yeah? So what you're gonna do is use it to her advantage; to make her feel better. Trust me Dom, I’ve seen what massage therapy does for pregnant women.”

“Lemme look this over and I’ll get back to you. Go talk to Letty or somethin’, huh?” he sounded almost cowardly.

“Are you that scared that what I’m suggesting just might save your relationship with Letty?” Charlotte asked, leaving him with the book and set off in search of Letty while trying not to get snatched up by Vince.

“Hey. Hows the nausea?” Charlotte asked, sitting down beside her. She shrugged slightly before responding.

“Remind me to have that dawg neutered before I let him touch me again.” Charlotte cringed inside, slightly sympathetic towards Dom.

“That bad, eh? I would have thought there’d be a dozen mini-Dom’s running around by now from the way you two were all over each other before I left for Princeton.” Letty glared at her friend, rolled her eyes and laughed.

“It got complicated, Charlie...” The answer alone spoke volumes of what Charlotte had missed when she left for medical school.

“If you like, I can dig up some herbs and whip up a nausea fix that’ll make it subside.” Charlie found herself in a bear-like Letty hug.

“It would be nice to enjoy Mia’s cooking and not have to go running for the can everytime I swallow,” she said, her grip loosening slightly.

“I can’t guarantee anything but it should settle your stomach and make lil Dominic give you some rest.”

“He’s not that bad, Charlotte.” Letty said, surprisingly defensive of Dominic despite their tumultuous history.

“I said the same thing about V back in high school, ’member? Look where that got me—a decade of freezing my ass off on the other side of the goddamn country.” Their eyes locked and Charlotte knew no amount of bullshit she tried to throw at her friend, Letty would be able to see right through her friend.

“You’re telling me that someone as hella smart as Mia couldn’t get a match somewhere closer to Los Angeles?” In that instant, Charlotte suddenly found her feet became a thousand times more interesting than the sudden turn in direction her chat with Letty was suddenly taking.

“I couldn’t afford to fly back here for my residency; even then there’s no way to say that it would have been anywhere near echo park.” Letty glared at her with that “save-the-bullshit-excuses” look in her eyes.

“You didn’t come back because you didn’t want to see Vince.” She said matter-of-factly.

“Okay, Miss I’ll-Never-Get-Married-Or-Have-Kids.”

“Am I ever gonna feel this kid move?” Letty asked distractedly.

“You’re only about a month along, maybe two, max. right now you’re not even showing yet.” She looked at me like I was speaking pig Latin. “Kid’s not even the size of a penny yet. If I had an ultrasound, the only thing you’d see would be a little amoeba-looking thing and the heartbeat.” Her eyes had softened, glazed over by the fantasy of what her life would soon enough be like.

“You sound like you're talkin from personal experience.” Charlie’s silence nearly answered for her.

“Nah, not necessarily; you’d be surprised how many teenage girls came through the clinics I worked in; how many times I’ve thought to myself how that could be you or even Mia, for God’s sake.” Charlie could see that Letty was itching to ask something but clearly didn’t know where or how to begin.

“Whatever you want to ask, just ask, Letty. No secrets here, remember?”

“You sent all of them—the letters, all of it—back, unopened. Why?” Charlie sighed and her shoulders sank.

“I didn’t want to hear about whoever it was that he’d started hooking up with after I stopped coming home; as a result I threw myself into my work, tried not to think about any of it and hoped for the best.”

“It was Jachael that he came home with that night, but nothing happened between them.” Charlie couldn’t believe she was hearing this from Letty of all people.

Letty, whom she’d spent countless nights—more so than she had with Mia—at the beach after Letty’d caught him in the act of infidelity back in high school.

“Why are you telling me this, Letty? We both know Vince and Dominic are the same way when it comes to women.” She asked, shifting to sit on her knees. Letty shrugged, leaning back to prop her self up on her elbows.

“Because Dom sees you as an equal and he actually listens to you.”

Chapter Seven:

The next morning, they started packing. Mia started in the kitchen, wrapping and boxing dishes.

Dixie and Leon seemed to have temporarily resolved their differences, boxing the contents of her bedroom. Danica was in the yard with Jesse, checking the cars before the drive to Rosarito; Dom and Vince were changing oil. Meanwhile, Letty and Charlotte were down in the wine cellar she’d converted into an herb pharmacy.

“How many herbs do you have down here, De?” Letty asked as Charlotte flipped the light switch, illuminating the cellar.

”Hundreds, maybe even thousands; I stopped counting after a while.” she said, opening the lid to one of the chests.

“You got anything down here for nausea?” Letty asked leaning against the doorframe.

“Peppermint’s good for nausea; works well with ginger and catnip.” She looked at Charlie like she was crazy.

“What the f—”

“Watch your tongue…just because you’re less than two months pregnant doesn’t mean that baby can’t hear every word you say,” Charlotte laughed as she scolded her, but cringed as she realised she suddenly sounded more like her mother than she’d ever intended. “Besides, I didn’t mean catnip like you’d give a cat. It’s an herb. I can brew peppermint teas that should have you feeling better in no time.” Letty nodded her consent as she moved to sit down on the steps of the cellar while Charlotte continued rooting around in the numerous cases of herbs. Then she found it. Capsules of peppermint powder she’d made for some of the illegals in a free clinic she volunteered at.

“I found some capsules of peppermint powder. If you take three you ought to feel alright by dinner time.” She stood and held out her hand.

*~*~*~*~*~

Upstairs in Dixie’s room, Leon was scoring significant redemption points. At present they were dead-even in the current round of tonsil-hockey. He pulled away, slowly making his way down her neck.

“You trust me, Dixie?” He asked right about the time his thumbs grazed the inside of Dixie’s thighs.

“If I say yes, you gonna stop teasing me and start fucking me?” she purred into his ear, taking his hand and emphasizing her point while unzipping his fly and drawing a groan mixed of pain and lust.

“Dixie…”

“You’re a mechanic; good with your hands, right?” leon groaned raggedly as Dixie dragged a nail against his sac, somehow managing a nod. “Then use them; and I’ll get you off like you’ve never gotten off in your life.”

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~

Down on the beach, Danica was on the verge of clocking Jesse with a creeper.

“Do you not know anything other than engines and design analysis?!’ she demanded, causing dom and Vince to snicker in the background.

“You’re gonna regret that when you have to rip an engine block apart and Letty’s too damn big to get to it.” This comment caused Danica to drop the tool in her hand and land a right hook on Jesse’s left cheek, causing him to end up on his proverbial ass, which was right around the same time Jesse managed to engage her in a full-on, tongue-lashing kiss.

She yanked away from him, giving him a murderous look before pinning him to the driver’s side door, again in a smoldering, mind-numbing kiss; the two hardly hearing Dom and Vince shouting something about detailing a car with the cover on before stalking off towards the house.

*~*~*~*~*~*~

In the kitchen, Mia stood over a cardboard box, scrawling a label across all four sides of various boxes. She capped the offensive Sharpie™ as Letty and Charlotte emerged from the herb cellar.

“Mia, jesus, what died up here?” Letty groaned as she sat down at the kitchen table.

“Just open a few windows; she’ll be fine,” Charlie interjected, giving Letty a warning look before turning back to Mia. “Brew her a cup of peppermint tea and make sure she drinks all of it.” She turned to leave at the exact moment that Vince and Dom came back into the house. Dom sat down beside Letty.

“Cars are ready for driving whenever we get everything packed.” Dom said, pulling Letty into his lap.

“I think Jesse could care less where he’s at, long as that Danica chick’s suckin’ face with him.” Charlotte looked over at Vince, half-tempted to smack him in the back of the head.

“Bout time Jesse got himself a girl.” Letty sighed, settling back against Dom’s chest, her hands locked with his.

“Drink your tea if you wanna be able to eat tonight, Letty.” Charlie said, turning to leave.

The next day they—Charlotte’s two roommates and six people, four of whom she hadn’t seen in nearly a decade and a half—were en route to some undecided beach town south of the border.

Danica and Jesse were in her garnet Mustang; Dixie was riding with Leon; Vince and Dom were in some hideous orange Supra, which left me driving the garnet T-Bird that Vince had spent an entire summer helping me fix and modify—with Letty riding shotgun and Mia in the backseat.

“I can’t believe you still have this car!” Letty crowed. “You ever race it? I know you and V did the mods and shit but…”

“No, I never raced it. V kept trying to talk me into it but it just never happened.” Letty slumped back into the seat, mumbling something in Spanish under her breath.

“You got something you wanna share with the class, there, Letty?”

“She’s probly tired.” Mia supplied as Letty shot her a murderous glare.

“She went to bed at, like, 8:30! How the hell could she possibly be tired?!”

“Because someone gave Dom an idea for this new ‘massage’—”

“Like that’s not code for something!” Charlie had to give Mia credit; she wasn’t nearly as stupid as people might have thought she was.

“Mia, shut up now or I’m gonna dropkick your ass at the border!”

“I wish you would! I shouldn’t have to go running off every time my brother does something illegal and stupid!” By now she’d had more than enough of Mia’s attitude.

“Letty, call Dom and tell him I need to have a word with him regarding his sister.” They pulled over somewhere near San Diego and Dom looked anything but happy.

“Are you trying to get us all thrown in jail?” He demanded.

“Your sister wants to go home.” Charlotte stated simply.

“Fine, then Letty’s riding with me.”

“Oh great time to decide to play the caring boyfriend; I’m a big girl in case you hadn’t noticed and I can take care of myself without your interference!” Letty snapped at Dom.

“Okay…so, Dom, you guys go on without us then detour to Tijuana till we catch up. I’m takin’ Mia back to L.A., which should but me in Tijuana some time after sundown.” They heard a car door slam and knew it wouldn’t be long before Letty and Mia were at each other’s throats. Dom was watching Charlie’s car forlornly. “She’ll be fine, Dominic. She’s tougher than you give her credit for.” She said, turning to go back to her car.

The drive back to Los Angeles was a quiet one; normally I was grateful for silence but now it only made me want to scream.

*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*~*

“So, you’re not gonna tell me what’s really got you in a rotten mood?”

“I’m just not in the mood to deal with Mia’s shit today.”

“So what’s the deal with this Jesse kid?” Letty laughed.

“Jesse’s Leon’s little brother. They showed up one night and just never got around to leavin’ again. They’re like a set or somethin’, man. One’s never more than an hour away from the other. Boy has ADD like no other, though; but he’s the best around for a killer nitrous system. What about Danica?”

“Retired Pro Dragster. Bossy like Dom. That’ll be one hella show.”

“You’re kidding?!” Charlie shook her head as Letty stared at her in awe. “And the red head? Dixie somethin’ or other?”

“Dixie’s old money; somewhere in the southeast…not really sure where.” Charlie laughed. Dixie might have been old money but Charlie knew her well enough to know that she wouldn’t marry a guy if she had the slightest clue he was in it simply for the money, even if it meant she died alone.

“And what about you, Doc? You got nothin’ to tell dear old Letty after hidin’ out in Jersey and the Big Apple all this time?” She could swear Letty almost sounded hurt.

“I tell you what: you can ask whatever the hell you want to…after you tell me what’s got your thong in a twist.” She groaned and stared out the window of the car.

“He did it this morning.”

“Did what, Letty?”

“Proposed. I was half a sleep when he said it the first time.”

“So what’s the big deal? I thought this was what you wanted, Letty.” Charlie didn’t understand what was going on. “I mean, you’ve been together eight years. If—”

“That’s not the problem.”

“Then what is it?”

“I’m not going to spend the rest of my life runnin’ ‘cause of Dom’s stupid ass idea! I can’t even afford a lawyer; all the money I’ve got goes into the same account as the money from the heists and the feds are probably watchin’ the damn thing so I can’t even get the money that wasn’t from the heists.” Letty ranted; she reached into her pocket and pulled out a pack of cigarettes.

“Don’t do that Letty. Every thing you put into your body goes to your baby, too.” Charlie said, holding out her hand waiting for her to put the carton in her hand. “Listen…I know people who can make all this disappear…” She started to say; hearing her pocketknife flip open as she cleaned the dirt from under her nails.

“He’s been promising me a beach in México for years. It’s time he followed through on that.” She said with a laugh.

“My grandmother has a friend who’s a wedding planner; do the whole thing down in México.” Letty opened her mouth to make a smart comment but fell silent.

“You’re sure you could pull something like that off?” she asked, an unfamiliar giddiness in her voice.

“The white dress, the guests, the whole damn enchilada.” By now they’d passed through an unpatrolled area in the border and were driving towards Tijuana to catch up with the rest of the team. “If I tell you something, you gonna keep it on the DL?”

“You do realise who you’re talkin’ to, right? This is Letty—your best friend since forever here, damnit!” Now Charlie was laughing.

“Alright, alright. Point taken. Couple days ago; after you told me to go get laid? Seems our boys are thinkin’ on the same wave length.”

A/N: HEY! Sorry for taking so long t’ update; school’s been hella crazy! Enjoy, R&R and maybe I’ll update sooner next time!

Nice. :)

Chapter Eight:

“She’s in good hands, brother, and you know it.” Dom turned to see Vince sit down beside him.

“I know, but its different this time; her and Lilah being on a road trip together.” Dom said.

Danica and Jesse were sitting on the hood of her Mustang talking. Leon must have said something to upset the redhead who’d been riding with him because now Jesse was yelling at him for it.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

The next morning Dom woke to find Letty in the hotel bed beside him, still dressed in the clothes she’d been wearing when she went to take Mia back to Los Angeles with Charlotte.

“What time did you and De get in last night, baby?” Dom whispered, pulling Letty to him.

“Mmm; about two. V & Lilah ’re back together, Dom. Engaged, actually.”

“Why are you tellin’ me this, Letty?” Dom asked, not bothering to look at her as he pulled a white wifebeater over his head. “I asked you once, and you shot me down.”

“That was different, Dom.” Dom gave an exasperated sigh.

“How, Letty? How does it figure that Vince’s ex from ten years ago shows up and they wind up engaged three days later but I can’t get the girl I’ve been with for eight goddamn years to marry me?” dom roared back at her. Letty stood toe to toe with him right up until Dom slammed the bathroom door hard enough to cause dust to come loose from the spackled ceiling.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

“What the hell was that?” She heard Vince ask. As groggy as Charlotte might have been, she still knew a Toretto Door slam when she heard one.

“Experience tells me that was the world-famous-Toretto-door-slam.” She said, sitting up and reaching for her robe.

“Babe, you know as well as I do that they gotta fight it out.” He said, trying to pull Charlotte back to bed.

“That was then. She wasn’t pregnant the last time I witnessed this.” Charlotte shot back, moving swiftly towards the door. Vince’s weight made the door unmovable.

“He won’t hit her; you know that just as well as I do, Charlotte.” This made Charlotte stop dead in her tracks.

“Tell me something, did you just happen to forget what Dominic did to Kenny Linder?” Charlotte knew she’d hit a nerve when his nostrils flared.

“That was a long time ago, Charlotte.” Vince replied calmly. She turned around and looked him in the eye.

“What would you say to my father if he was still around to use me as his personal punching bag; if you hadn’t shown up out of the blue that night?” She demanded of him, now thoroughly irritated that she’d had to drudge up her past just to make a point.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

The bathroom door opened and Letty froze in her pacing. Turning, she eyed Dom hesitantly.

"Say it again." Dom stopped and straightened, stiffening in the process.

“Say what, Letty? If you’re hoping for the whole damn elaborate speech you got the other day at Charlotte’s beach house, you can forget about it. What the hell would make me want to do that again? Why would I want to knowingly put myself through that? What possible reason could you give for that?” Dom asked, hands braced on either side of the vanity counter.

“I’d say ‘yes’ this time.” Letty said, willing her voice not to crack.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

Vince and Charlie were leaning against the wall across from Dom and Letty’s room, three doors down from theirs, when the door opened to reveal a version of Letty that Charlotte wasn’t sure I had ever seen before.

“Let…” Letty hadn’t had a chance to even acknowledge that Charlie’d spoken before Vince moved to charge into the room. “Vince. DO. NOT. HURT. HIM.” He stopped for a split second before going into the room, shutting the door behind him.

As best she could, Charlie got Letty back to their room, and once inside, she realised that all she could really do for her was be there if she ended up wanting to talk about whatever it was that had just gone down between her and Dom.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

“Letty I swear to god I don’t have the energy to fight with you right now.” Dom said, hearing the door latch shut again.

“Fightin’ wit me ain’t gonna end with you gettin’ laid, dawg.” Vince said, watching Dom from across the room. “You wanna explain what the hell’s goin’ on wit you two?” Dom shrugged it off like it were no different from any other fight he’d ever had with Letty and changed the subject.

“So I hear you and the Good Doctor are gettin’ hitched, brother.” He shook his head, he still couldn’t believe Vince, of all people, was gonna be a married man.

“Don’t change the subject, Toretto. What the hell’s up with you and Letty? Normally it’s Mia slammin’ doors, not you.”

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

It seemed like hours had passed before Vince came back from Dom’s room. He looked more pissed off than he had when Dom had woken the both of us by slamming a door in his hotel room.

And the plot thickens......love the Dotty drama.
I feel bad for Dom, being rejected by Letty.
Can't wait for more. :)

hahahaha
how do u feel bad 4 him then want more?
lmao

im likin it!!!

Chapter Nine: If It Makes You Happy

The next day, Dom and Letty still weren’t talking to each other. Dixie and Leon were itching to get back on the road to wherever-the-hell it was they were going, as were Danica and Jesse.

It was 5:45 A.M.—the sun wasn’t even up yet—and both couples were pacing the length of the room Vince and Charlotte were now—for the moment—sharing with Letty.

“My granddad’s place in La Ciudad can hold all of us without doubling up.” Charlie said once they were all congregated in the room, discussing where to go from Tijuana.

“Why don’t we just go to Rosarito?” Dom asked, not moving from where he stood by the door.

“Rosarito’s a beach town…nowhere near an airport if we ever needed one.” Charlotte said flatly, folding her arms across her chest. “I have connections in New York; people who could make this mess y’all out of the mess you’re in.” Dom looked anything but happy.

“We don’t need your help, Doctor Callahan.” He said tightly. “We can take care of ourselves.”

“And what about Letty, Dom? What if something happened to her or the baby, Dominic? You’d never forgive yourself if something happened to either of them, would you?” Dom looked shocked that anyone had the gall to speak to him like that.

“Everybody load up.” Vince growled. After having put a serious dent in Dom’s “my-way-or-the-highway” rule, Charlie began to realise exactly what they stood to lose if either of the two chose to walk away. They hit the road and Letty fell asleep almost immediately.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

They’d been on the road almost six hours when Letty woke up.

“You want me to drive a while?” she asked, her voice still husky from sleep.

“Nah, I’m good; I figure I got another few hundred miles before I fall asleep.” Letty nodded and stretched as best she could in the confines of the car.

“When you go to New York—”

“I never said I was going to New York.”

“But you will, even if you don’t say it.” Letty retorted. “When you go, I’m comin’ with you.” Charlotte hadn’t been expecting Letty to say that.

“Why would you wanna do something like that, Letty?” she asked, not really wanting or expecting an answer.

“I need time to think…I have no intention of spending the rest of my fucking life running from the cops just because Dom says so.”

“And what about the baby, Letty?” she shrugged.

“If he wants to be a part of my baby’s life, he’s going to have to prove he’s willing to go home.” Letty answered, reclining the seat slightly.

“If he doesn’t want my help with these legal problems, you all might never get back to L.A., Letty.” Charlie said carefully.

“I’m not talking about goddamn Los Angeles, Charlie; or, hell, even fucking Echo Park in general.” Letty said. “I’m talking about choosing a town in god-knows-where and staying put for awhile.” And with that, charlotte was beginning to understand just what was going on inside her friend’s mind.

“You two need to talk about this stuff, Letty.” Charlotte may not have been looking at Letty but she could feel the impact of the darker woman’s “don’t-you-think-i-know-that” glare.

“You know you’re bullshitting me about not going to New York.” It was more of a statement than an actual question, but the meaning was the same.

“And what if I am, esa?” Charlie laughed. “What are you gonna do about it?”

“I’ma beat your ass.”

“Yeah? You and what damn army, Girlfight?” Charlie retorted. “Dom wouldn’t let you start a damn rumble even if your life depended on it.”

“Fuck you, Charlie!”

“Not in this lifetime, you won’t, Letty.” Charlotte had been through many a “fuck-you-athon” in the seeming eons she’d spent around the Toretto family.

“I’ll talk to Dom and shit but I’m still going with you to Nueva York.” Letty resolved.

“If it makes you happy, you can come with; we’ll get you a damn good OB—one at a hospital NOT in Mexico—see what they can tell us.” Charlotte put the car on cruise control before saying anything more. “Maybe see what we can do about maternity clothes, while we’re at it.”

“Dammit, Charlie! I’m not even showing yet!” Charlotte laughed.

“Not at the moment, you’re not, but wait about another month or so and see how much of your shit still fits you!”

Wonder what Dom'll say 'bout Letty goin to Nueva York?
Should be a pretty good argument.
Great chappie chika :)

girlfight,,lol love that part

Chapter Ten: Walk Away (Maybe)

Hours later, they finally arrived in Mexico City.

At the door, Charlie was greeted by Isabel, the housekeeper who’d stayed on after charlotte’s grandfather died. The only disagreement about who slept where was between Dom and Letty. Isabel had put Dom and Letty in the same room, but Letty made her objections to this clear.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m sleepin in the same bed as him, let alone the same room.” She sniped.

“’s not what you were sayin the other day…hell, you were beggin’ for it.” Letty stormed out of the room wordlessly, and Dom climbed the stairs as though the exchange hadn’t even happened.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

After having talked to Charlie, Letty decided to go up to her room and try to get some sleep. She slammed the door behind her, now thoroughly irritated with Dom.

She sat down on the side of the bed closest to the window, and bent slightly, unlacing her boots and pulling them off of her tired feet. she’d spent thee days in her trademark boots, and at the moment she couldn’t think of a single reason to keep them on. At the exact moment she sat up, Dom exited the bathroom.

“Thought you weren’t sleeping in the same room—or bed—as me, Leticia.” Dom said boldly.

“Fuck off, Dom.” Letty retorted, picking her boots up off the floor as she stood. She moved to the door, cursing upon trying the door.

“What, change your mind again?” Letty cursed under her breath again in Spanish.

“See?! THIS is what I get for being even remotely near you!” Letty snarled, gesturing towards the door. Dom started towards the door. “Oh, no you fuckin’ don’t!””

“I wanna try the damn door, Letty. You got a problem with it? Move.” Dom growled at her.

“And let you have a chance to get a feel-Letty-up freebie? I don’t think so.” Letty muttered, backing away from Dom, towards the window seat. “I am SO glad i'm getting out of here and away from your stupid ass when Charlie goes to New York.”

“You’re goin WHERE?!” Dom roared, his hand tearing away from the door, taking the door knob with it.

“When Charlie goes to see these people about fixing your fuck up, I’m going with her.” Letty replied simply.

“So what, youre tellin me you're goin' to new york just to get away from me when you could have stayed in L.A.?”

“Uh, no. I'm tellin you you'll be lucky if i don't leave your ass for good this time!” Letty shouted back at him. She paused before barricading her self in the bathroom. “You'll be even luckier if i come back after the baby's born."

In the words of Nakita and Karikocha, DUN DUN DUN!!

To Be Continued.........

Hehe, loving the Dotty drama.
Dom probably feels like shit....poor door.lol
Great job chika :)

im lovin the drama

Chapter Ten: The Truth

A/N: music i was listening to while i wrote this (asid from Karikocha was Good Charlotte's The Truth

Hours later, they finally arrived in Mexico City.

At the door, Charlie was greeted by Isabel, the housekeeper who’d stayed on after charlotte’s grandfather died. The only disagreement about who slept where was between Dom and Letty. Isabel had put Dom and Letty in the same room, but Letty made her objections to this clear.

“You’re crazy if you think I’m sleepin in the same bed as him, let alone the same room.” She sniped.

“’s not what you were sayin the other day…hell, you were beggin’ for it.” Letty stormed out of the room wordlessly, and Dom climbed the stairs as though the exchange hadn’t even happened.

@ @ @ @ @ @ @ @

After having talked to Charlie, Letty decided to go up to her room and try to get some sleep. She slammed the door behind her, now thoroughly irritated with Dom.

She sat down on the side of the bed closest to the window, and bent slightly, unlacing her boots and pulling them off of her tired feet. she’d spent thee days in her trademark boots, and at the moment she couldn’t think of a single reason to keep them on. At the exact moment she sat up, Dom exited the bathroom.

“Thought you weren’t sleeping in the same room—or bed—as me, Leticia.” Dom said boldly.

“Fuck off, Dom.” Letty retorted, picking her boots up off the floor as she stood. She moved to the door, cursing upon trying the door.

“What, change your mind again?” Letty cursed under her breath again in Spanish.

“See?! THIS is what I get for being even remotely near you!” Letty snarled, gesturing towards the door. Dom started towards the door. “Oh, no you fuckin’ don’t!””

“I wanna try the damn door, Letty. You got a problem with it? Move.” Dom growled at her.

“And let you have a chance to get a feel-Letty-up freebie? I don’t think so.” Letty muttered, backing away from Dom, towards the window seat. “I am SO glad i'm getting out of here and away from your stupid ass when Charlie goes to New York.”

“You’re goin WHERE?!” Dom roared, his hand tearing away from the door, taking the door knob with it.

“When Charlie goes to see these people about fixing your fuck up, I’m going with her.” Letty replied simply.

“So what, youre tellin me you're goin' to new york just to get away from me when you could have stayed in L.A.?”

“Uh, no. I'm tellin you you'll be lucky if i don't leave your ass for good this time!” Letty shouted back at him. She paused before barricading her self in the bathroom. “You'll be even luckier if i come back after the baby's born."

On the opposite side of the door, Letty gently turned the lock and moved away from the door. She picked something up, turned on the water—having always found the sound of flowing water to be a comfort.

On the opposite side of the door, Dom heard water running and decided to give the door of the bathroom a try. He found it to be unlocked and pushed it forward. He would soon regret this decision. As soon as he pushed the door open, Letty turned the shower head in his direction, drenching him in ice cold water.

After standing there for a moment, Dom took a step forward, one foot landing on a patch of dry floor but the other landed in a puddle of water, sending Dom crashing to the floor with a resounding THUD. Letty had turned away, distracted by something.

“GODDAMNIT!” The suddenness of Dom’s outburst pulled Letty out of whatever reverie she may have been in.

“What’d you do, trip over your ego?” Letty asked, leaning down to offer him a hand in getting up. Dom took her hand and pulled her down so she was at eye-level. Before she could say anything, he kissed her. Neither pulled away until they were both panting from lack of air. Dom held her close to him, his hands planted on her hips.

“Why are you really going to New York with Charlie?” Dom asked, pulling himself up into a sitting position but keeping Letty where she was.

“I can’t fucking think straight when I’m around you, Dominic.” Letty tried to keep her voice steady, “Like with the last heist…we all told you it felt wrong and that we shouldn’t do it that night.”

“What does that have to do with going to New York, Letty? What the hell does that have to do with us?” Dom clearly didn’t get what Letty was trying to say.

“I’m going to New York so that I can get used to the idea that we might not make it past what happened with the last heist…to the idea that we might not last the rest of the year, Dominic.” Letty said, fighting back the tears that threatened to fall from her eyes. “I just…I just need room to breath…I need to be alone for awhile.”

“You’re leaving me?” Dom asked, his voice giving way to the fear he felt inside.

“NO! At least, not yet, anyway,” Letty said, wiping the moisture from her face. “IT just—it hit me; the reality we’re in now, Dom…it’s not like I just busted a few ribs or something. I’m having a baby goddamnit!”

“Letty, I…”

“The way we run our lives is fine for the two of us and the guys, but I’ll be damned if I let you drag my child all over God-knows-where.” Letty continued, her tears not stopping. “I might not have had much when I was a kid, but I will do my damnedest to see that she does.”

“She?”

“What, would you prefer ‘it’?” Letty quipped.

“Don’t do that, Letty.”

“Do what? Shut you out because all you fucking think about is yourself?”

Good, they're talking....maybe now that both of them see that there's a possibility that things might not work out, they'll bust their asses trying to repair things.
Goin to NY with Charlie might be a good or bad thing...
She'll be able to get her thoughts strait and be able to decide what's best for her baby...
But that might just finish tearing them apart....too much distance can cause more problems.

I'm sure Dom won't let her go without a MAJOR blowout.
Graet chappie chika. :)

this is awesome
i really truly love it!
:D

love this story :D

Chapter 10: Good-bye, Love

Upon hearing this, Dom was hurt, and clearly angry. And at the same time, he felt the uncontrollable urge to somehow make her see his side of things. But the questions abounded: what exactly was his side and more importantly, how the hell was he going to justify all the shit he’d dragged Letty and the boys through?

“Letty, baby, there was no other way to do what we had to do without going through with the heists. Besides, you were all up for it.” He said.

“Even when we ALL told you it didn’t feel right? We told you we shouldn’t be doing what we did that night!” Letty shouted back at him. A look of realisation crossed Dominic’s face upon hearing Letty’s words. He was sorry about having forced them to pull the final hijacking, that much he was sure of. He’d never intended for things to end up the way they did.

''Letty I never thought things would happen the way they did, all of the rest of the heists went smoothly.....do you really think I'd put you or any of the guys through that knowing what was gonna happen?'' he replied, trying desperately to keep his tone calm. “Shit if I'd of known you were pregnant I wouldn't have let you out the house!”

“But we TOLD YOU...all of us! we told you we shouldn't do it!" Letty snarled, near tears.

“How was I suppose to know that the shit woulda hit the fan?!” Letty laughed at the irony of her lover’s words.

"Thats what you get for not listening to us! Hell, even Mia was begging us not to do it!"

“I know what you said and I'm sorry....I wouldn't have gone through with it if I knew things would turn out this way!”

"I mean you never said no before.”

“Dom, no one ever says no to you…that's why your ego is so fucking big! And when I do say no, you blow a gasket…and why all the skanks got to you so easily…and the same reason i never left you!" Letty yelled back at him, oblivious to the fact that she was now crying full force. “But this time there will be no more Dom this or Dom that, or whatever Dom needs or wants…it's not gonna be like that anymore. I don't have the time to worry about you, honestly I don't think I want to anymore.''

"Fine! Go to New York and find some rich-ass snowman to support you and MY baby!" Dom matched the pain in Letty’s voice with the anger soaking his own.

“Your a big boy, you can take care of yourself you can clean up your own fuck-up. I'm not gonna live like this anymore, I love you but things have got to change. If your not willing to do what needs to be done than ok that fine…I'll leave and you won't see me again. But I'm not gonna put my child through any of this.'' Letty said, her voice slowly breaking. “But remember this: I'll always love you, no matter how far apart we are. You're a part of me. This WILL tear you apart like it's doing to me.”

“That's my baby too, you weren't the only one in that bed. you can't take what's mine away from me…”

''You’re one of the only things I have left and you’re just gonna walk away instead of staying and working it out?''

"You've been so damn different since you got out of Lompoc that I dont even know you anymore to even TRY to work things out!" Letty shot back, somewhere between seething angry and distraught. “…And besides, you have MIA!”

“Yeah but i'll always have Mia , she's my sister…your my woman!” Dom roared back at her.

“You make it sound like I’m your goddamn property!” Dom gave her a serious face. “I’m sorry, what was that? Gonna have to speak up, there, Dom.”

“Well what would you call it, then?” Dom retorted. “You’re mine, end of story.”

“I love you, goddamnit! If you can't see the difference between someone you want to spend the rest of your life with and a piece of property, then to hell with you!”

It was at this moment that Vince and Leon were finally able to break down the door to Dom and Letty’s bedroom, interrupting the fighting, though the two men were left wondering what in the world it was they had interrupted. Letty seized the moment to leave the room, hell-bent on finding Charlie.

That's not Good!!!! :brow:
They Dom & Letty seriously need tolearn to talk not yell. :cuss:
I'm still waiting for Dom to open up and tell Letty what he feeling for her. :unsure:

Hurry Back!!!!

Kia

LOVING IT, LOVING IT, LOVING IT!!!!!
Hehe, already knew what was goin' down but I'm still all jittery reading it.
Great job chika, marvelous job. :)

there's going to be a bit of a time-jump in the next chapter.

dont get too worked up about it, i'm pounding out a new chapter as we speak!

Okay, here's the deal:

i'm creating 3 separate playlists--

• Letty's thoughts RE: Baby
• Dom's thoughts Re: baby
• Dom's thoughts RE: his POSSIBLE absence from baby's life

and i'm requesting my readers' input. these playlists will hopefully help inspire me to write the next several chapters.


~*Mimi*~

Ugh, ok. lol I'm finally caught up on this. Can't wait to see where u take it! :)

Chapter Eleven:
FLASHBACK
Letty slept in Charlie’s room for three days before the pair left for New York.

In that time, Dom and Vince had occupied Leon and Jesse’s time breaking up fights and Charlie’s time dressing their respective wounds and fighting with both Dom and Vince. She’d made her opinion of Dom’s dictator-esque behavior perfectly clear in those three short days.

It was raining—for the third day in a row—three days into their trip to New York, not that it bothered Letty much. She’d spent the days sleeping, and when she wasn’t sleeping, she was crying herself back to sleep.
END FLASHBACK

Charlie’d been in a meeting with her grandmother’s contacts at the Bureau for nearly three hours, which was only just now beginning to wrap up. There was nothing that could be done strictly from New York, but they would see what they could do to while keeping the danger-factor to a minimum considering that one of the participants was pregnant.

I feel bad for Letty...hope Dom makes it all beter.

Chapter Eleven: Part One
FLASHBACK

Letty slept in Charlie’s room for three days before the pair left for New York.

In that time, Dom and Vince had occupied Leon and Jesse’s time breaking up fights and Charlie’s time dressing their respective wounds and fighting with both Dom and Vince. She’d made her opinion of Dom’s dictator-esque behavior perfectly clear in those three short days.

It was raining—for the third day in a row—three days into their trip to New York, not that it bothered Letty much. She’d spent the days sleeping, and when she wasn’t sleeping, she was crying herself back to sleep.
END FLASHBACK

She’d been in a meeting with her grandmother’s contacts at the Bureau for nearly three hours, which was only just now beginning to wrap up. There was nothing that could be done strictly from New York, but they would see what they could do to while keeping the danger-factor to a minimum considering that one of the participants was pregnant. When she finally made it back to the house, Letty was watching some soap opera.

“How many fuckin’ channels does this thing get?!” Letty asked as charlotte entered the den.

“Since when do you watch soap operas?” she asked back.

“Nothing else is on and I don’t want to watch the news.” Letty answered calmly. “What’d the lawyers say?”

“Not much other than that they can’t do much from New York. They’ll let us know what their bosses in D.C. say . but that could be a while.”

“You should call Vince; let him know what’s going on.” Letty said, her attention returning to the program on the television. Charlie turned and headed down the hall towards her bedroom, rooting through drawers as she entered.

“Where the hell did I put that tape?” her phone rang, interrupting her thoughts. “Hello?” it wasn’t a number she recognized.

“How is she?” but the voice told her who it was. Dominic Toretto.

“She’s fine right now. At the moment she’s watchin’ soap operas, believe it or not.” Charlie said, glancing towards the den.

“Has she said anything to you?” Dom asked, hesitance in his voice.

“About you? Not yet. She’ll call you when she’s ready to.” Charlie said. “’s Vince around?”

“Why, you sick of talkin’ to me already?”

“No, it’s just that Letty’s got an appointment later this afternoon when he usually calls.” There was a moment of prolonged silence before she heard the phone change hands, followed by the slamming of a door.

“Babe, what the hell did you say to him?”

“All I said was that Letty had an appointment for the baby around the time you usually call.” Charlie explained. “Where’d he go?”

“Some little cantina on the edge of town. You think she’d talk to me?”

“I dunno; how’s Dixie?”

“Supposedly tryin’ to kill Leon by putting him on a horse.”

“And Danica?”

“Girl’s got the whole male population in this place wrapped around her finger.”

“Let me guess, the car?”

“I think the fact that they all think she’s the hottest thing to hit mexico city doesn’t help. Put Letty on already.”

“Ya know, for someone who was beggin’ me to marry him, you’re pretty damn anxious to talk to Letty.” Charlie teased.

“Just cause you ain’t got a ring on your finger don’t mean you’re a free woman.”

“Be careful, V…you’re beginnin’ to sound like Toretto.” She warned.

“How you doin’, girl?”

“I been better…like wakin’ up with you instead of by my lonesome.”

“If that’s an invitation I’ll be on a plane—”

“Oh no you don’t. much as I’d like to have you hear, you gotta keep Rockie outta trouble.”

“Yeah, well, Rockie’s a big boy… he can man up about this and be rid of the daily hangovers.” Throughout her conversation with Vince, Charlie continued rooting through the drawers in her room, finally finding the tape.

“V? I’ll call you back after Letty’s appointment, alright?” Charlie said.

“Something wrong, baby?” By then she’d already hung up.

I knew Dom would be pissed 'bout not being there for the doc's appointment.
Wonder what the tape says?

Leon on a horse? That put a nice picture in my head. Hehe.

Nicely done chika, can't wait for more. :) :)

OMG please update!! im dying here!! I really wanna know what happens next!! and that damn tape is bugging me lool :P

mimi......
update plz!
(again..)