Author's Note: Crossover fic: S.W.A.T & the Fast and Furious. Centered on Letty/Sanchez. Post Fast Five. May or may not be a one-shot. It depends on whether or not my muse cooperates with me. Please review and let me know what you think. =)
"Cut the bullshit!" He screamed at her. His calloused hand wrapped around her arm, just above her elbow, as he pulled her roughly against him. His eyes were narrowed, anger, surprise, relief, and fear all swirling inside.
She had tried to pull away from him, tried to push him back. All the while her heart beat rapidly against her chest. From fear and adrenaline...
"Get the fuck away from me!" She forced him back with her free hand. He barely moved. Her hands were clenched into tight fists. She wanted nothing more than to knock his teeth out.
She paused in her efforts to flee. Stared up at him in wide eyed disbelief. She noticed that his eyes were a bit moist and that his face had fallen a bit, his anger lost. "What the-"
She was suddenly released. Unbalanced for just a moment.
He pulled his hands towards himself, scrubbed roughly against his face. And when he spoke it was almost a whisper.
"You're supposed to be dead... They told me you were dead."
Another voice, a third voice, was heard. That of a terrified child.
She snapped her head to the side, only remembering that she had not been alone when the man had suddenly grabbed her. She had been walking with her daughter, the pair enjoying her rare day off.
"Mommy," she heard him echo and from the corner of her eye noticed that he too was staring at the little girl.
"What's going on?" Her daughter questioned, clutching at her from behind. Eyes glistening with tears.
"I-" She began to say before his voice drowned her out.
"You're a mother, Letty?" He asked, hurt.
Her face crumpled. With confusion... With guilt.
"Who's Letty?" Her daughter asked, looking at her then at him before settling her eyes on her again. "Mommy, what's going on?"
"I'm sorry." He muttered as he began to move away from the mother and daughter. "I can't do this..."
And she watched him leave.
She pulled her daughter in front of her and said, "I don't know, baby. I don't know what just happened."
And with one more glance in the direction he had left, she pressed a kiss to her daughter's forehead, wiped her tears and led her the other way.
"Your name is Chris Sanchez. You have a daughter named Eliza."
She stared at her reflection in the bathroom mirror.
"You don't work in a garage. You don't race cars."
She pats her face dry with a towel.
"You're in the LAPD. You're SWAT."
She tosses the towel into the laundry basket behind her without turning away from her reflection.
"You're not her."
Her eyes roam over her face, from the top of her head to the bottom of her jaw before she returns her attention back to her eyes.
"Leticia Ortiz... Letty is dead."