𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘳

                                    

                                          

                            

                                
                            
                              
                                  
                              
                              
                                
                                  
                                  
                                
                              
                             
                            
                            
                          
                          



LETTY ORTIZ WAS CONFUSED. For the first time in four years, her mind had allowed her some kind of glimpse of her life from before the accident. 
Surprisingly, it wasn't prompted by her run-in with Dominic Toretto, who seemed to know exactly who she was. No, it was prompted by 'Quinn', the mysterious woman who showed up to the base the night before. 
Shortly after the two women had 'met', Letty saw a memory flash briefly through her mind. From what she could make out, they were on a boat of some kind. The sea was a beautiful, bright blue, so it must have been somewhere tropical. 
She could hear the waves lapping around her, along with a melodic laugh from beside her. The only other thing she could see was a flash of brown hair, billowing gently in the breeze. Then nothing. 
The memory lasted only a few seconds every time it made an appearance, which made her want to break something. Letty just wanted to know who she was. 
The woman was broken out of her spiral by the familiar presence of the very person causing her so much trouble. 
Natalie Shaw's face was, once again, void of any real emotion, allowing her to uphold the illusion that there was nothing wrong. She was perfectly put together - like pieces of an intricate jigsaw. Her moves were perfectly executed, as if she had carefully calculated and planned each step. 
Not a single perfectly-curled hair was out of place; there wasn't a single crease in any of her clothes. 
But being a jigsaw also meant that she could fall apart at any moment. One wrong move, and the entire thing could shatter. 
As Natalie walked towards the tech area, where all of the plans were laid out, she caught Owen's eye, who was leaning on one of the tables, working on a computer. 
All it took was that one look for him to realise that his sister-in-law was ready to brutally murder him ten times over. He visibly gulped, knowing that Natalie was imagining all of the ways she would guarantee him a slow, painful death. 
The woman smirked as she saw the fear flicker in his eyes, before moving her sights to the various papers laid out on the central table. She began flicking through various files, trying to absorb as much of the contents as possible, because they consisted of what the crew was going to do next. 
The Ortiz woman stole a look at Natalie, who stood next to her; she had the same dark brown curls from the fragment of the memory. Letty may have been crazy to think that she was the one from the boat, but the instinctual comfort and sense of deja vu that overwhelmed her whenever the woman was around said otherwise. 
Before she could truly think it through, Letty turned to face Natalie. 
"Can I ask you something, Quinn?" Letty asked, and when the woman nodded and waited for the impending question, the Ortiz girl expanded on her original question, "In private?"