Title: Fast and Furious: O sol se põe no Brasil

Author: Mynd's Matter

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from the films nor any of the bits of plot I may have referenced. All original characters are my own.

Summary: Dom and Letty run into an old friend and a lot of trouble as they continue to evade the law. This time are they in over their heads? Please note that this story highly references the forth film in the franchise so it contains some spoilers. However none of the original cast is dead in this version (aside from Jesse, sorry) and Leon and Vince both eventually come back into the picture.

Author's Note: This is my first fanfiction for a live action film but I was really inspired. I wanted to know if there was a way to do the fourth movie without killing off Letty. Please note that I do not know much about cars, nor about the places where this story takes place. I did a lot of research, but if I get anything wrong feel free to point it out. Now, please enjoy!

Prologue: If You Walk Away

Can I tell you now, As you turn to go
I'll be dying slowly, 'til the next hello
If you go away

"If You Go Away" – Emiliana Torrini

He'd been watching her sleep for a good ten minutes now.

He stood slowly, grabbing his bag from the floor as silently as he could. His boots still made too much noise on the wooden floor as he crossed the room. He was halfway to the door before she spoke.

"If you walk out that fucking door, I won't forgive you."

He stilled, hand dropping to his side and looked over at her. She was still lying on the bed, curled on her side, over-sized white dress shirt (his), hair curled around her face. But those dark expressive eyes were open and staring at him.

"Let..."

"Don't you dare. You were trying to sneak off on me while I was asleep. Seriously Dom, what the fuck?" She sat up now, eyes narrowed at him accusingly. "I thought we discussed all this earlier. Or don't I have a say anymore? Your way or no way?"

"I just don't think..."

"No you don't think." She crossed her arms over her chest. "All the sudden after how long we've been together you think it's not safe for me to be with you anymore?"

"It's not. Hasn't been for a while."

"You think I didn't understand what I was doing, Dom? I made my own decisions, same as you. Think if you weren't around I wouldn't do the same crazy shit? So you want to leave and then what? I'll take the money I have and go back to LA and Mi and never see you again?"

"It's better that way."

"Why? Cause you wouldn't feel guilty anymore about this? Is that what this is? Cause you shouldn't." She stopped then, dragging a hand through her hair.

"Letty don't you get it? Today... with the truck. You could have died. I don't want to be putting you in danger any more."

She sighed, and swung her legs over the side of the bed. "Where would I be safer than with you?" Her voice was soft and she tilted her head slightly, looking up at him.

"Anywhere else?" He cocked a brow at her, disbelieving.

She laughed, but there was no humor in it. "You're wrong. Today with that truck Dom... you saved my life. I knew you would. I know you always will. What if you left and I decided to do something crazy on my own? You wouldn't be able to do shit about it. Something happens to me and all you get is maybe a phone call from Mi eventually... that's it. And this would be goodbye?"

He was silent, and his jaw tightened as he stared down at her. "I don't want you doing any of that shit anymore."

"Fine. Look, we'll move on. Do something normal for once or something. No more heists, no more crazy shit. Just you and me. I don't care Dom."

"Normal?" He stared at her, still standing by the door but now fully turned away from it. "How long do you think that will last? Can we even do normal?"

"Shit, I don't know." She sighed, dragging her hands through her hair before lifting her head to stare at him with those dark eyes. "What was your plan? Where were you gonna go when you left me here without a word?" Her gaze was accusing and he dropped his bag.

"Wasn't sure. Hop the first boat out of here," he muttered.

"If we're hopping a boat why not Brazil?" She stood up, digging through the bedside table. "I told you we should go to Rio."

"Why there? It's a tourist trap." He ran a hand over his head and crossed towards the bed. No way he could leave her behind now.

"Mia forwarded this. Got it a couple days ago, remember?" She held up the folded stack of papers. Some letter.

"Yeah. What is it?"

"It's from Leo."

"Shit, seriously? Where the fuck is he?"

"Brazil." She grinned at him then and sat down next to him. "Hooked up with some girl, lives with her there now. Got fucking hitched."

"Are you kidding?" Dom stared at the letter in her hands, trying to wrap his head around the idea of Leon married. "To some Brazilian chick?"

"No. It gets better. She's American. Was down doing some program. Doctors without borders or some shit." She laughed at the look on his face. Leon married a doctor.

"But he lives in Brazil?"

"Yeah. Said she's opening a clinic there. He's got a garage. They got a little place a ways outside the city. Address and everything is here Dom. We could go, could leave today." Letty looked at him and then glanced around the bedroom of the little house that had been home for them for a while now. It held good memories, but it was time to leave those behind.

"Don't you think they're watching Leon's place?" he asked, his gravelly voice weary and she reached over to rub his shoulder gently.

"They wouldn't know it's him. Changed his name now. Took the girl's or something. He's been off the radar for years anyway Dom."

She was right and he was vaguely bolstered by the thought of seeing another familiar face. Maybe this could work.

"Pack your shit Let, we're going to Brazil."