Buffy moved from her dresser, to the closet, then to the suitcase on the bed. Four people stood in the doorway watching her, three wore stunned expressions, but the fourth understood the Slayer's actions and agreed that she was doing the right thing.
The silence became too much and Willow had to ask, "Buffy, I don't understand. Who called? Why do you have to go? What about the Hellmouth? I thought everything was getting better."
"It was an old friend from LA. They wouldn't have called if it wasn't serious. As for the Hellmouth, Faith is here, and I think that it's time she got a chance to be the Slayer without me around. She has turned her life around and deserves a new start. Willow, I have to go. I'm sorry you can't understand that, but I can't stay here anymore. It's just too painful. It isn't getting better. I'm not getting better. I know you thought you were doing the right thing, but I wake up every night fighting to get out of my coffin, or dream of Mom, heaven, Dawn, and the peace I knew before. It is just too much; the walls are closing in on me. If I stay, I'll do something stupid, or end up dead again." Buffy looked at her best friend, pleading with her to understand.
Willow sobbed, brokenhearted at the thought of losing her best friend. Tara stepped forward to wrap her arms around her. She looked at Buffy, nodding her head in understanding of Buffy's decision to leave.
"How long will you be gone, Buff?" Xander understood what it was like to be in a situation you don't think you can get out of, and then see an escape route. He regretted hurting Anya, but if he had gone through with the wedding, they would be miserable and he would have no one to blame but himself.
"I don't know Xander; my friend didn't give me the particulars on the problem. I'm hoping that getting away from here and focusing on someone else's problems will help me get some perspective. I'll know what I need to do when I get a chance to clear my head." Buffy continued to pack while they talked.
"B, you aren't leaving because of me are you?" The dark-haired Slayer watched the person she admired most in the world.
Buffy stopped to look at her sister Slayer. "I hate to burst your bubble, Faith, but you don't have that much power. I don't mean that in a hateful way, it's just that if I felt I could stay, your presence wouldn't tip the scale one way or another. Too much has happened from my Mom, Dawn, and Giles, just everything."
Faith felt torn between disappointment that Buffy was leaving and excitement that she would be the only Slayer on the Hellmouth. She wanted a chance to square things with Buffy, but event to think that that she might get a chance to do what she was meant to do was mind-boggling.
"Do you need me to drive you to the bus station?" Xander offered, giving her his best goofy grin.
"No, I called a cab." No sooner had the words left her lips did they hear a horn honking from the front of the house. Buffy closed and locked the cases, then turned to look at her two closest friends. "This will be good for you, too. You'll see. Faith, take care of them for me." She hugged everyone, even Faith, and then headed down the stairs with Xander following close behind with a suitcase in his hand.
"Be careful, Buffy, and call us if you need us."
"I will, I promise. Take care, Xander, and you did the right thing. Sometimes knowing what's right for you and doing something about it is harder than just going along with what everyone expects." Buffy closed the cab door then looked at the driver. "Do you know where the old Crawford Mansion is?" The cabby nodded at her. "Just drop me off there."
When Social Services forced her dad finally to take responsibility for Dawn, he snapped out of the fog he was living under all those years. He took care of Joyce's and Buffy's debts, and then gave Buffy a lump sum settlement for the back child support that he owed for the past four years, not only for her, but for Dawn as well. She bought herself a few things, but only one real extravagance. She bought herself a few things, but only one real extravagance. It practically called out to her, letting her know that she was more than a Slayer, much more.
The taxicab drove away while Buffy set her suitcases on the ground. She pushed open the large garage door, flipping on a light to gaze inside with a gleam in her eye. Why Angel still paid the utilities for a place he never intended to return to, she would never understand. She was happy about it, for once. He was the last person she wanted to think about at this point in her life. His opinion of their relationship was crystal clear from his actions when they met after her return. Angel refused to return with her to Sunnydale, even though she begged him to - that she didn't think she could survive coming back without his help to adjust. Angel told her the same things that caused him to leave still kept them apart, and that he had responsibilities in LA, people that depended on him. Buffy rubbed her cheek, as if she could feel a physical slap rather than the mental one that he had delivered to her already fragile psyche. She returned to Sunnydale, only to have Giles walk away from her as well. Buffy shook herself from her dark thoughts to look at her new toy.
There it was a brand new Ford GT-40 with a 5.4L DOHC mod V8 engine with 500 lbs/ft of torque and a powerful Eaton 2.3L Lysholm Supercharger with a built-in intercooler. The exterior was solid black with a red strip down the middle and red leather interior, but that was where it stopped being a normal GT-40. A euphoric smile broke out on her face, the first real one since coming back from heaven. Her hand caressed the car lovingly while she popped the hood to inspect the gleaming handmade aluminum engine. Every night after patrol, Buffy stopped by the mansion to work on the car. She put the fine-tuning on the special features that she ordered, installing them herself. Her friends would have been surprised to see their friend working with power tools or even close to a car this powerful. It was obvious to anyone who saw her that she knew what she was doing. After checking that everything was exactly the way she wanted it, Buffy closed the hood.
She grabbed her cases, loading them in the backseat before sliding behind the wheel. Once she was on the road, she thought about her friend, Mia Toretto. They had met when they were only five years old. Mia's mom was their housekeeper. Mrs. Toretto brought Mia to work with her one day and the girls became inseparable after that. Joyce allowed Buffy to go home with Mia to spend the night, even though Hank threw a fit. It wasn't until Buffy got caught racing that her parents put a kibosh on the friendship. It was Mr. Toretto, who taught Buffy to drive and work on cars. He said you had to know how a car works before you can know how to make a car work.
The Summers moved further into LA and hired a new housekeeper. Buffy still kept in touch with Mia, but after becoming the Slayer, the divorce, and the subsequent move to Sunnydale, it became less frequent. When Mia called asking Buffy for help, that Dom needed her, Buffy knew it was serious. She knew they wanted her because she was Buffy, not because she was the Slayer. It was an odd feeling to think of herself outside the realm of the Slayer, but Buffy was determined to do whatever she could to help her friends.
The GT-40 shot down the highway like a rocket. It handled like a dream, responding to the slightest touch of foot or finger. Buffy was a great driver with quick reflexes and an uncanny ability to read the road and other drivers. She grinned when her Slayer-sight saw a police car in the distance and slowed. The Slayer package had some definite perks that she didn't mind at all. Buffy passed the officer with a smile on her face.
She remembered her last trip to LA when she came to confront Angel about sneaking into Sunnydale. After they agreed not to be in each other's lives anymore, Buffy went to see Mia. They drove to the DMV, and Buffy returned to Sunnydale the proud owner of a driver's license. Joyce refused to allow her to get her license, thinking it would keep Buffy from racing. What Joyce didn't understand was that Buffy didn't need a license to race. She grinned when she remembered the last race she won. It was after Angel left. Buffy was feeling lonely and reckless. She won three thousand dollars, which she hid inside Mr. Gordo.
Buffy sped down the highway back toward the town where she grew up and to her best friend. Willow and Xander meant a lot to her, but they weren't the same as Mia. Mia was like her other half; they always knew they could count on each other no matter what, no questions asked. She remembered when she told Mia about being the Slayer. Her childhood friend just smiled, hugged her, and told her to remember the first rule of driving - don't die. Buffy shook her head, she didn't do very well with that rule with regards to her slaying, but she planned on changing that.
"Why did you call her? What's she going to be able to do to help?" Dom growled at his sister, who just looked at him not intimidated one iota.
"You need another driver. Someone who's good and that you trust; Buffy is both. Dom, you know she can do it. Pop said he hadn't seen anyone with that much natural talent since you." Mia crossed her arms, glaring at her stubborn older brother. She knew what he did and why, but it didn't help her to worry any less every time he left for a job. Dom had always been a loner, only letting a few people get close to him ever since Letty died, and it scared Mia. That's why she called Buffy. She knew that Dom was looking for the ones responsible for Letty's death. Her big brother could take care of himself in most situations, but not when he was in a blind rage. People died when that happened. Mia should know, she'd watched it happen to her father, and she wasn't about to let it happen to Dom. He may know how to drive a car better than almost anyone else, but when it came to the taking care of the family, Mia was the expert. She knew that Buffy could break through to Dom. Mia gave her brother a beautiful smile that caused Dom to step back. "You just wait, Dom, you'll see that I'm right. It doesn't matter anyway. I've already invited, and she accepted. You know what Momma taught us." A finely arched dark brow rose in challenge, daring the large muscle-bound man to argue with her logic.
"An invitation given and accepted is a promise not to be broken." Dom sighed, rubbing his baldhead. He turned to walk up the stairs. Calling over his shoulders in a husky growl, "Doesn't mean that I have to like it. Sure as hell doesn't mean that she drives for me. Probably forgot everything Pops ever taught her once she went off to the land of pom poms and sunglasses. She'll have to prove herself, just like anyone else, before I accept her." Dom stomped up the stairs like an angry little boy.
Mia grinned, fighting back the laughter until she heard the door slam. She completely lost it then, rolling on the floor, holding her sides only stopping when the phone rang. "Hello," a wicked smile crossed her face as she glanced up the stairs, "I was just thinking about you."
It seemed strange driving through LA after all these years. It was as if the city stayed the same, while she had changed so much. She drove by her old high school, parking across from the steps where she first met Merrick. It brought back bittersweet memories of her first Watcher. Buffy started the car, loving the deep thrum of the engine as it turned over. A thrill shot through her each time she heard it come to life. Her heightened senses could feel each movement vibrating throughout the finely tuned machine. Rubbing her thighs together, a naughty smile graced her lips. She wondered what Faith would think about racing. It came close to the adrenaline rush slaying gave without the ugly demon trying to kill you. Not to say that there weren't risks involved, but that added to the thrill.
Buffy flipped her phone open, pressing a button, and eased her car back onto the road. "Hey, when and where do you want this to happen?...Oh, really…Well, then I guess that's what I'll have to do…No, I know the perfect way to do this…Are they still gathering at the same spot?...Good…I'll see you tonight…Oh, you'll recognize me, I promise…Love you too."
Closing the phone with a sharp snap, Buffy tossed it into the passenger seat. Her nails tapped on the steering wheel as she thought over Mia's words. Noticing the street signs, she took a sharp right, which got her a few honks from her fellow drivers. A feral gleam entered her large hazel eyes, darkening them to a deep forest green. If Dom could see them, he would know that he was in trouble. The street racer had no idea who he was dealing with. Buffy wasn't Mia's little friend from the valley, and even if she were, she could still give him a run for his money when it came to racing. She parked her car, locked it, and got out with an air of determination about her. She approached the door like she were preparing for battle. In a way, that was exactly what she was doing.
Buffy emerged from the shop an hour later with several bags in her hands. She quickly threw them into the backseat before marching across the street to a beauty salon. Walking in the door chimed 'Rhythm of the Night' causing Buffy to roll her eyes and wonder if she should go somewhere else. Before she could change her mind, a tall man walked out from the back with the most gorgeous hair she'd ever seen. It was every shade of red imaginable, from the palest pink to the deepest blood red. His hair fell in long layers that started at his shoulders and ended at his waist. It should have looked strange or effeminate, but on this man, it was neither. He had a strong masculine face with cornflower blue eyes, an aquiline nose, strong jaw line, a cleft in his chin, and a deep California tan to set off his hair and eyes.
"Hello," a deep southern drawl slipped from full lips like molasses, "can I help you, sugah?"
"Yes, uh, I'd like to have my hair done, please." Buffy smiled up at the man who was a full foot and half taller than her.
"Sure, honey, what would ya like me to do to your pretty little head?"
"See that car parked across the street?" She pointed at the sleek red and black GT-40.
A low whistle escaped the man's lips. "That's a pretty little machine."
"I want my hair to match my car? Well, the ends anyway." Buffy held the long blonde tresses up for inspection.
The man walked forward, gathering them in his hands, rubbing them, and then eyeing the car across the street. "Oh, honey, this is going to be fun. Come on in here and take a load off. My name's Bubba. What's yours?"
Buffy almost giggled at the idea that this gorgeous man's name was Bubba, but who was she to throw stones. "Buffy. It's nice to meet you, Bubba. Have you been in LA long?"
"I've had the shop for 'bout four years. It was slow at first, but I'm doing good business now. My girls are out getting lunch. They'll be back in a minute then the place will be crazy like always. I love it." Bubba smiled, causing his cornflower blue eyes to sparkle.
"That's easy to see. You must be good to have a shop in this area after four years. They're pretty cutthroat about hair in LA; if you don't do a good job word gets around quick."
"Sounds like you know this town pretty well. Why have I never seen you in here before? I can't believe that I wouldn't have seen a head this gorgeous in the past four years," Bubba cajoled, trying to get Buffy's story from her.
"I've been away." Buffy's eyes got a far away look in them that broke Bubba's heart.
He quickly changed the subject. "This new do, it wouldn't per chance be to turn a young beau's head?"
Buffy giggled, chasing the previous serious thoughts away. "Kinda, I'm going to see some friends, and one of them still thinks I'm an airhead valley girl. Thought I'd shake up his image of me a bit." She winked at Bubba in the mirror.
Bubba threw his gorgeous mane over his shoulder in a perfect Cher imitation. "Oh, sugah, you are going to blow his socks off when I'm through with you. Cops will be giving you tickets just for walking down the sidewalk."
"Then we better get started. I have several other errands to do before the unveiling tonight."
Buffy closed her eyes, putting herself in Bubba's capable hands. His fingers were soothing, and she relaxed for the first time that she could remember since coming back. Bubba's assistants returned, more customers walked in; the busy chatter and laughter filled the small shop all adding to the relaxing atmosphere. Bubba's hands never stopped moving on Buffy's hair while he chatted, sang, and flirted with the other customers as he worked.
"Okay, sleeping beauty, you can open your eyes to see my masterpiece." He whipped the cape off her shoulders with a flourish, fluffing her hair one last time.
Buffy slowly opened her eyes, excited, but scared to look. She gasped. Her mouth flew open and she shot up from the chair, turning her head from side to side, still not saying a word.
Bubba's large smile faded. "You don't like it."
"No." Buffy ran her fingers through her hair, watching it fall back into place. "I love it. Bubba, you are a genius. I never would have thought to cut it like this. It will be so easy to take care, and I can still put it up if I want to." She held it up, away from her neck, displaying her words. Buffy accepted a mirror from Bubba to get a better look at the back of her hair. The cut was simple. It lay in soft layers that framed her face, reaching just below her shoulder blades to mid-back. The hairstyle stood out due to its unique coloring. Bubba took the red and black of Buffy's car and interlaced it into the layers, creating a feather-like look. A different pattern alternating the red on black with black on red decorated each layer's tips. The colors gleamed when the light hit them giving off metallic sparks. Buffy noticed that her normal blonde locks had the same sparkle.
"What makes it shine like that?" She turned her head under the lights, watching it gleam.
"That's Bubba's secret formula. I'll sell you some shampoo and conditioner that will keep the color and shine until you need a touch up."
"Great. I'll tell my friends about your place, Bubba. You're the best." Buffy hugged him.
Bubba wrapped his arms around the tiny girl. He didn't know why, but he felt protective of this fairy child. "You come back to see ole Bubba. I don't want to hear about anyone else getting their paws into those golden tresses, ya hear?" He wagged a finger at her teasingly.
Buffy stood up straight, and saluted him smartly. "Yes, sir, Bubba sir." They laughed over their silliness. She paid her bill, waved good-bye, and left the shop.
Buffy got back in her car, already going through a mental checklist of her other tasks. Tonight should prove interesting. She couldn't wait to see Mia and Dom again. It would be fun to see what Dom thought about the grown up Buffy. She remembered the huge crush she had on Mia's big brother when she was younger. Knowing what happened to Letty and how it was affecting Dom, Buffy knew that she would have to watch him carefully to ensure that he didn't do something stupid. She recalled how she had felt when she lost Angel, the only difference was she knew who was responsible - herself.
Easily maneuvering the car around LA, Buffy stopped at several more shops, quickly entering, purchasing specific items, and then leaving. She drove toward her father's condo. He lived in Spain with his secretary and Dawn, but kept the condo for 'business trips'. Pulling into the drive, Buffy parked the car getting out, walking up the front walk. Her eyes searched over the carefully landscaped entrance for anything that looked out of place. Smiling as she walked over to an odd shaped stone. It was light brown with splotches, while the others were solid. She flipped it over with her foot, slipped her toe underneath the edge, and flipped it into the air, catching it in her hand. Buffy pressed her thumb into a small indentation, and the rock popped open to reveal a key.
"Gotcha. Let's go see the groovy bachelor pad we're going to call home for the next few months." Buffy dropped the rock back on the ground, turning toward the front door. She slid the key in the lock, giving it a sharp twist before pushing the door open to her father's home. A smirk curled on pretty, pink lips. The condo was straight from the pages of Architecture Weekly, all chrome, black leather, mirrors, and marble.
"Yeesh, can we say male menopause, or what?" Buffy strolled from room to room, cracking up when she saw the mink comforter on the king-sized bed. "Ooh, daddy thinks he's a playboy. Wonder what Barbie thinks about that?" She couldn't resist throwing herself on the huge bed. Her small body sank into the plush comforter; her hands sprawled out at her sides, rubbing the silky texture. Closing her eyes, Buffy relaxed enjoying the hedonistic moment before dragging herself up from the bed to start unloading the car. She knew she wouldn't have to worry about nosy neighbors dropping by to see who she was or what she was doing here. Her father never was the neighborly type, and anyone snooping would think she was the latest in an undoubtedly long string of young women.
After putting away her purchases, Buffy called a local Pizzeria, knowing that the night ahead would be a long one. She also knew that she couldn't afford to lose any more weight. Her appetite had always been healthy, especially after becoming the Slayer. Since her return, it had become nonexistent. Everything she put in her mouth tasted like dust. It was like all the other things that had changed after her return, and were constant reminders that she wasn't the same person anymore. Slowly, through sheer willpower, Buffy forced herself to eat, gaining back five of the ten pounds the she'd lost. She hoped being away from the Hellmouth would help her regain the rest. Buffy was happy that she at least looked slender, rather than an escapee from an anorexia camp.
Puttering around the condo, she painted her nails in a reverse French manicure, with a red base and black tips to match her hair. Buffy went over how she planned for tonight's meeting with Dom to go. Checking her nails, to see if they were dry, she got up, heading for the shower.
"Time to show big brother, Dom, what this little valley girl is made of."
Buffy showered with a new scent she bought during her shopping spree. She inhaled the fragrance before applying it to her golden skin. A light fragrance layered with grapefruit, boysenberry, and Hawaiian Wedding flowers filled the shower stall. The name caught her eye in the store. When she smelled it, Buffy found herself intrigued by the way that it reacted on her skin. She wanted to leave her old vanilla scent behind and start fresh. Most of all she wanted to be what the perfume claimed - Happy.
Stepping from the shower, Buffy dried off then walked over to the bed where her outfit laid waiting for her. Her hands ran over the soft leather smiling when she thought about the impact she would make from her car, hair, and clothes. The real trick would be to slip by Dom's notice to set up the first meeting the way she wanted it to unfold.
"Time to get this show on the road." Buffy stepped into soft calfskin black leather pants with red stitching. The pants hung low on her slender hips, and laced up rather then zipped. She topped them with a matching midriff tank that laced up the same way the pants did. To finish off the outfit, she covered the whole thing with a fitted leather jacket that came to mid-thigh. She looked exotic, dangerous, and mysterious all at the same time, the exact impression she wanted to convey.
Grabbing her keys, Buffy headed for the door. She climbed into the car, started the powerful engine, and rubbed a hand over the dashboard before backing out of the driveway. "Let's go show the local boys that there's a new kid in town, baby," she purred to the car.
Cars in every shape, color, make, and model pulled into the darkened area at the corners of Vine and Seventeenth Street. People got out shouting hellos and insults at each other. Excitement was thick in the air. Drivers opened the hoods of their cars, showing off the gleaming engines underneath. Whistles and shouts filled the air when Dom's crew rolled up. The man himself climbed out of his red 1995 Toyota Supra Turbo HP650. Women immediately flocked to his side, vying for his attention. Dom gave them a charming smile that promised everything and nothing. Mia walked up to watch the show after parking her own Turquoise 1999 Acura Integra GS RV further away than normal. She hoped that no one would notice. Her eyes scanned the crowd looking for Buffy. Mia knew that Buffy planned on blowing Dom's socks off. She just didn't know how. Her eyes caught sight of the car about the same time that Dom's did.
A low whistle escaped his lips. "That's one fine piece of machinery, boys. Who does it belong to?"
The crowd turned as a single unit in the direction Dom was looking. Ooohs and aahs riffled through the throngs, but no one answered the burning question. The uncrowned king strolled toward the gleaming red and black GT-40. Its hood stood open showing off the powerful engine. No owner stood beside it, no one came up to claim it as Dom walked up to check out the motor. He stood up to stroll around the car, dragging his fingertips over the smooth body detail, admiring the way the body flowed. Stepping back to admire the complete effect, Dom admitted that someone who knew what they were doing tricked this car out in style.
"Hey, Dom," Jesse shouted, "I think someone's messing with your car." The small mechanic jumped up and down, pointing over to Dom's car.
Dom's head jerked around to see that his car's hood was up, and someone had climbed up on the bumper. An angry growl escaped his lips as he took off in a brisk walk toward his car. Thoughts of what he intended to do to the idiot that thought it was a smart idea to climb up into his engine ran through his mind. His steps slowed down as he got closer not sure of what he was seeing. The person was small, but he couldn't make out who or what they were at first. That was until they shed their jacket, revealing a nicely rounded pert rear in tight leather.
Hoots and wolf whistles came from the men while the women glared at what was obviously new competition. The woman ignored them, continuing to do whatever it was she was doing to Dom's engine. He started walking until he stood directly next to his car. Turning around with his back to the car, Dom leaned against it trying to see the woman's face.
"Most women just ask me for a date when they want my attention," his gravelly voice echoed under the hood. Not a word came back in answer, causing Dom's temper to rise. "Yo, would you mind crawling your cute little ass out of my engine. For your sake nothing better be messed up," he growled.
In answer the cute little ass rose in the air when the woman straightened her legs, putting her hands on the edge of the hood, pushing off with a flourish, she landed on her feet. Throwing her head back to face an angry Dom with a perky smile. "I was adjusting your intake." Stepping closer to run a black tipped nail down his chest, Buffy continued. "Wouldn't want you to choke when it came to the big…finish." Turning around without another word, she started to walk off when Dom grabbed her arm. Buffy's eyes narrowed when she turned back to him. "Be a good boy, and don't make me hurt you. Take your hands off me."
Dom dropped his hand, not understanding why he grabbed the woman in the first place. He wasn't that type man. "Sorry, no offense meant. Who are you, and why were you messing with my car?"
"You mean that you don't recognize me, Dommy?" Buffy smiled brightly at him, fluttering her eyelashes.
His eyes grew wide as they ran over her body taking in the slender body shown off to perfection in the soft leather outfit. The stylish hair that was in no way valley girlish and the world of knowledge hidden in the hazel depths of her eyes. "Buffy? It can't be you. You're a…"
"People change, Dom, well some people do. I heard that you want to see me race before you will accept me into the group. Are you going to do the honors or just watch?"
Mia hurried over to join in the conversation before Dom ruined everything. She threw her arms around Buffy, catching the small blonde around the waist almost lifting her off her feet. The girls laughed while they hugged each other. "I wondered when you would get here. Let me look at you." Mia held Buffy away from her, admiring the leather outfit. She thought her friend looked a tad too slender, but still looked fit with her golden toned stomach peeking out between her top and pants.
Buffy smiled at Mia. Her best friend was the same as she way as a child. She always said exactly what she thought, letting you know where you stood. "Thought I'd get here in time to see the grand entrance. You know hail to the chief and all that." She threw Dom a teasing look, which he didn't return. This didn't deter Buffy one iota. She caught Mia's eye and understanding passed between the two best friends. "So, Dom, did you like my baby?"
"Huh?" He rubbed his baldhead, trying to wrap his head around the fact that this beautiful, exotic woman was Buffy, little Buffy, Mia's play mate from all those years ago.
"My car, silly. I saw you giving it a good going over. What do you think? I did all the work myself. Took me almost six months to do it, but it was worth it," Buffy said proudly. Her eyes became dreamy thinking about her car and the rush she got from driving it.
Dom found himself entranced by the look on Buffy's face. "Which one is your car?" he asked, but something told him that he already knew which one.
"The GT-40. You were admiring it earlier before you had to rush over to pull away the big bad blonde who was defiling your car," she teased, giggling when she saw his eyes glance over to the car in question.
Dom thought about the small woman beside him handling the powerful car he had only moments ago been admiring. He had to admit that they seemed to belong together, but the real question was could she drive it. "It's a great car. It will be even greater if you know what to do with it." His jaw snapped shut, letting the girls know what he thought about the situation.
"Dom!" Mia admonished her big brother for his lack of tact. "You don't have to be such a butt about it. I told you that Buffy said she was willing to prove that she could still race. What more do you want?"
"Enough, you two. Before there's a family feud here, why don't we just race and get this over with? It'll answer all the questions for everyone. Dom, are you going to race me, or is someone else?" Buffy said taking matters into her own hands. The years of being the one in charge showed as she took over the conversation. The Toretto siblings turned to look at her gap mouthed. "What? I'm not just a pretty face you know. Let's burn some rubber, people. Chop, chop." Buffy spun on her heels, walking away from them to get herself and her car ready to race.