Los Angeles Heat

Summary: Pre-Dom/Letty. The summer heat gets to Letty, and she attempts to drown her affections

Rating: T for a bit of language

Disclaimer: Yeah, I own nothing.

Los Angeles was hot. The garage in mid-July was hotter. Tony had gone to Vegas for some sort of pick-up he had been vague about, and as usual, everyone and their brother needed something done to their cars. They were all working time-and-a-half just to keep up.

Letty caught movement in peripherals: Dominic taking his shirt off. Talk about hot…

He had turned twenty just a few months ago, and at seventeen, she knew for certain he wouldn't touch her with a ten-foot pole. He looked though; she noticed. She was usually a bit more discreet with her ogling than she was today, but damn, the heat was getting to her. It's not like she was blind. And if pressed, she might admit that her raging, teenage female hormones had a bit to do with it.

Look, but don't touch. It was their game. She didn't know who was winning though.

It had been a few years since she had stopped seeing him as an older brother-type. Even before then, the feelings of familial love came and went. But now she really couldn't help herself when she thought of him in terms of a prospective lay. She wasn't sure she would ever jump in bed with him for the hell of it though. Things might get messy.

Dom didn't have girlfriends and she knew it.

She snapped back to reality when Vince barked at her, his tone indicating he had been trying to get her attention for a few minutes. She really should focus back on the Ford they were working on…


"What?" she snarled irritably.

"I've asked for the torque wrench about five times", he said flatly.

"Sorry", she muttered, handing over the tool quickly.

Vince sighed and raised an eyebrow at her. "Whatever you're thinking about doing, don't", he advised quietly. "He's my boy, but he's not looking for anything long-term. And you deserve better than the one night stands he gives out."

"A one night stand was how I lost my virginity", she said under her breath. "I don't need this lecture."

"I just don't want you to get hurt, alright?" he said finally, ignoring her over-sharing.

"Who says I'm thinking about doing anything anyway?" she questioned curiously.

He snorted. "Let, I've known you since you were nine. I know your plotting face."

She flashed a grin. "You're an ass, you know that?"

"Yeah, and you've got 'hot for Dom' practically tattooed on your forehead." He grimaced in disgust. "And the drool doesn't help either."

Letty laughed. "Shut up."

"Whispering is rude!" Dom called across the garage, finally fed up with their pow-wow.

"You're face is rude", Letty snarked back, loud enough to be heard over the industrial-sized fans blowing.

"Way to be mature, Let", Vince chuckled.

Leon's voice came from underneath the Pontiac behind them. "There they go again", he muttered.

"Can it, Leon", Letty growled.

"Stop being predictable", he teased.

"Bite me", she hissed.

"Can't", he said easily, "You're jailbait – and not my type."

She went over and kicked his shoe roughly with her steel-toed boot. "You're lucky. I'd have you for breakfast."

"After you finished your bowl of rusty nails?"

Vince grabbed her by the belt loop before she could fly off the handle and yank Leon out from under the car. "Easy, Killer", he chuckled, shoving her towards the utility tub that was behind the office. "Go cool off."

The hot water didn't always work right away, but she was grateful for the cold water as she splashed it over her arms and face. She dried off and ran straight into Dominic as she turned around.

"Can I help you?" Letty asked flatly.

"You guys okay up there?" he gestured towards their work stations.

She pursed her lips. "Everything's fine." She moved to step around him, but he caught her arm. Letty stared down at the offending hand until he let her go. "What do you want?" she growled. "I have to help Vince finish up."

"You're staying with us this week, aren't you?"

She sighed exasperatedly. "I don't know. What do you care?"

"You're mom is working third shift all week. She doesn't want you sleeping in that house by yourself."

"Christ, I'll be eighteen in less than a year. It's not like I'm helpless."

He arched an eyebrow at her. "What are you getting so worked up about?"

"Nothing", she muttered.

"Not buying it, Letty", he said calmly.

"Sucks to be you, I guess", she shrugged, walking around him quickly to go back to the truck she was working on with Vince.


After work, Letty disappeared for nearly an hour and came back with a bottle of liquor. They had pushed their luck last weekend with a party, and were playing it safe this week. Dominic wasn't sure how he had gotten relegated to popcorn duty, but he came back from the kitchen to find Letty squishing in between Vince and Mia on the couch as the movie began.

"Let-" he started. She met his gaze defiantly, and he sighed. She'd been spoiling for a fight for the better part of the month, and he'd yet to deign to a screaming match. He didn't even want to know where she had procured the alcohol. Most of the time he was amused that she had a spit-fire temper that could rival his, but sometimes it just pissed him off. "Give me your keys", he said finally.

She rolled her eyes, but dug them out of her pocket and tossed them in his direction with surprising accuracy. He snatched them from the air and ran them upstairs to hide in one of his dresser drawers.

Dominic came back down, pacified to find that Letty was at least mixing her vodka with Pepsi, and just in time to see her giving Vince a Charlie horse. Vince smacked her in the face with one of the throw pillows. Dom rolled his eyes and went to sit in his chair. "Knock it off", he growled, staring at the TV trying to figure out what movie he was watching.

Halfway through the movie he looked up, hearing Mia and Vince laughing.

"She's drooling on my shirt", Vince made a face.

Dom raised an eyebrow, mouth twisting in amusement. Apparently, Letty had cuddled herself up against Vince like he was a giant teddy bear. Dom was going to give Vince so much shit later. He eyed the half empty liquor bottle. "Did she drink all that?" He was going to dump the rest down the sink drain.

Vince snorted. "Well, she sure as hell wouldn't let me touch it."

Somehow, they managed to wrangle Letty upstairs, and let Mia fight her into something besides the jeans that had to be cutting off circulation. Letty didn't bother waking up throughout the whole ordeal, much to their amusement.


She woke up alone in Mia's bed, but found Dominic sitting in Mia's desk chair watching her.

"Creepy much?" she accused roughly.

"We need to talk", he said seriously.

She groaned. "Ugh, fuck you and your fake Ph. D", Letty rubbed her throbbing forehead.

"I don't like seeing you like this."

"Hung over? I don't plan to make it a habit."

"Sad", he corrected softly. "You can talk to me. You know that, right?"

"There's nothing to talk about. Go, please. I just want to go back to sleep." She rolled over, putting her back to him, declaring the conversation over.

She heard shuffling and let out a sigh of relief that he was leaving, only to nearly jump out of her skin when the bed dipped behind her as he made himself comfortable against the headboard. His hand on her waist kept her from turning over. "Take it easy", he murmured, shaking his head even though she wasn't facing him. "You've been so damn jumpy for the last few weeks."

"Okay, what do I have to do to get rid of you?" she hissed.

Letty figured he believed her behavior was because of father's death last year, that she was still grieving. Maybe she was, but she was happy not to correct him either way. Anything was better than telling Dom that she was stupid enough to have fallen for him.

"You could relax, for a start", he squeezed her arm gently.

Yeah, right. The only way she was going to relax was if he let go of her and got out of her space. But saying that would start the argument of the year, and be completely humiliating – for her. He would probably tease her for the rest of their lives… or a week; because it would only take that long for her to figure out how to murder him and make it look like an accident.

In a split-second decision, Letty decided to get over her qualms about proximity to make a clean get-away. Even if she did internally curse Mia for having her bed shoved against the wall. She had planned to make a quick hop over him and run for the bathroom down the hall, but forgot to take her hangover into account. Letty managed to get over him, much to his surprise, but didn't make it all the way off the bed.

She sat on the edge, angry at her throbbing headache, and very unamused with the laughter she heard behind her.

"Screw you", Letty grumbled, dropping her head into her hands. "I need aspirin and a shower." She felt one of his fingers twist under her shirt against her back, letting her know with very little force that he wanted her to stay and talk to him.

"Let, come on."

"I'm fine", she muttered. "Can I have my car keys back?"

"After breakfast", he said easily. "Mia's making pancakes."

She made a brief noise of disgust, indicating what her stomach thought about that idea.

He grinned and shifted behind her to get off the bed. Dom ruffled her messy hair playfully. "I'll get you some medicine for your head. Go take a shower. You can borrow something from Mia to wear until you back to your house and pack a bag."

"I don't need to stay here-"

"I know 'fight' is your default setting, but save us both a shouting match, alright?" he raised an eyebrow, suddenly more concerned than before, watching her intently.

He couldn't remember the last time Letty had ever not wanted to be here. Last year after her father's funeral, he used to wake up some mornings with her glued to the opposite edge of his bed, trails of dried tear tracks on her cheeks, sleeping restlessly. She had been so clearly grieving, but not wanting to project her weakness to the world. He finally managed to be awake one night when she sneaked in a month later, catching her before she could make a hasty retreat, and holding her until she cried herself to sleep.

To his knowledge, she hadn't been back in his bed since.

Letty shook herself, forcing her feelings back into a locked box in her mind, remembering that above all else, he was her friend. And her erratic behavior lately was probably worrying him. "Yeah, okay", she murmured tiredly. "Thanks, Dom."

She got up slowly, this time prepared for the head rush. "I've got baby elephants dancing on my brain", she grumbled, then looked down at her outfit curiously. "Mia?" Letty questioned dumbly. Only Mia would be bold – evil – enough to dress her in a pink shirt while unconscious.

Dom smirked down at her. "Well, I didn't do it. I just helped Vince carry you up here. He's gonna give you shit for cuddling and drooling on him, by the way."

"Great", she muttered dryly.

He pushed her towards the doorway gently. "Hurry up. Go shower. I'll go try to save some bacon for you before Vince eats it all."

She perked up slightly, "Bacon?"

Dom grinned. Give the girl food… He'd always liked that she worked her ass off and ate whatever she wanted. Adolescence had been good to her so far. He would admit to noticing her curves – and noticing the other guys who watched her as well.

Neither sat particularly well with him; she was only seventeen. But he appreciated the view, and that she had yet to scratch his eyes out for looking. Maybe in a year or two…

"Yes, bacon. And you know that's like gold in this house, so get moving", he answered finally, realizing that she was eyeing him curiously. "I'll leave the aspirin bottle on the bathroom counter."

Her mouth twisted in amusement. "On what planet do you think I'm stupid enough not to lock the door while I'm in the bathroom? You idiots never knock. Shaving my legs is not a spectator sport."

"It is when you're in a towel", Dom laughed as he headed for the stairs.

"Maybe you need a shower", she arched an eyebrow at his back. "A cold one."

He turned to look over his shoulder seriously. "Unless you're looking for me to catch you in the buff when I come back, I suggest you take your own shower."

Letty swallowed roughly, managing to squeak out some kind of negative answer before she dove for the bathroom, slamming the door behind her.

She was in the shower in thirty seconds flat, heart pounding out of her chest so loudly, she didn't even hear him enter and then leave the bathroom a few minutes later.

She was so screwed.


A/N: I've got no idea how I came up with this one. It's a one-shot, but I might add a one or two more pieces as separate one-shots that will lead up to the first movie. Let me know what you think about this little piece. Thanks for reading!