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Summary: "So why Tokyo?" She knew the answer but she wanted to know it from him. "No extradition." "So you're a regular cowboy? Bet your mama's proud." She replied as a joke and saw him smile as she swept her bangs from her face. "She is." Han had a thing for motorcycles, leather and pretty girls a long time before Giselle came around. Based on the song "You and I" By Lady Gaga, named after "Mama's Don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys" By Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings. Spoilers for everything from Better Luck Tomorrow (where Han Lue is introduced to the criminal world) to all five Fast and Furious movies. So if I ruin it for anyone…sorry!

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Playlist –

Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys – Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings
Stop Crying Your Heart Out – Oasis

Chapter Thirty-Seven – In which cowboys are shot

Mamas don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
Don't let them pick guitars and drive them old trucks
Let them be doctors and lawyers and such
Mama's don't let your babies grow up to be cowboys
They're never stay home and they're always alone
Even with someone they love
-Willie Nelson and Waylon Jennings

Jules had been back in Australia for two weeks and had started back at the same company she'd been at in Japan. Since she'd left there had been a brief moment when she'd been dismissed and Jules wondered who had fixed that.

Walking to work every morning was the best part, it was the only time she was alone. Every other time there were friends and family around waiting for her to crack. By the time she'd landed in Australia she'd stopped crying and told herself that her and Han had made their choices. She had no right to look back. She'd told her mother that she'd decided that Japan wasn't her place. When her father had rung worried she'd repeated the same line. She was fine, she just missed home.

Every day on her way to work she would type away madly on her phone trying to word an email to Neela. And every day she deleted it. What on earth could she say to her best friend after she thought she'd slept with her boyfriend. It would sound like lies. Hans reaction to her explanation the first time was enough to prove that. That Friday she finally pressed send. And prayed that everything would work out.

She was still staring at the sent message when she bumped into someone and dropped the phone.

"Shit sorry." She apologised as she leant down and picked up the pieces of her phone. The stranger was helping her and when she looked up at him squatting in front of her.

"Hey." He said, his blue eyes sparkling from underneath short blonde hair, the creases of his smile reaching up to his eyes, "The crying girl." He said handing her the back of her phone which she slipped on and looked up at him. He looked really familiar and then she realised he'd been sitting next to her on the flight over from Tokyo.

"Oh yeah, sorry about that." She laughed and stuck the phone in her pocket.

"At least the black eye's gone." He replied and Jules stuck her hand out.

"I'm –"

"Jules." He said cutting her off and shaking her hand. "Jake. You seemed pretty out of it on the flight."

"Yeah, I guess I was." She admitted.

"Maybe you'd like to get coffee sometime and talk about it." He said as they retracted their hands and he stuck his in his pockets. Jules tried to hide the distressed look on her face but she failed. "Or not. We could talk about politics."

"I don't really follow politics." Jules said, adjusting her bag on her shoulder.

"Thank god, me neither." He said, throwing her a heart stopping grin that would have stopped her heart had it not been broken. "We could talk about how ridiculous it is that everytime you drop your phone it shatters into a million pieces." This made Jules laugh and she nodded.

"I'd like that." She said honestly and traded numbers with him before saying goodbye and watching him walk away. Had she really just accepted a date with a complete stranger?

Han was back in the apartment. He sometimes found himself driving around late at night and usually ended up in the empty flat where the only bedroom had a black scorch mark on the wooden floor. The landlord had gotten sick of him turning up and insisted that he either bought the apartment or he fucked off. Han had signed a cheque the next day, and by that afternoon been standing in the empty bedroom wondering what had happened.

And that's how he ended up standing in front of the scorchmark day in and day out, figuring that this had to have something to do with it. He wasn't sure if it was a threat to himself or Jules. Besides DK preferred to be a lot more straight forward with his threats, usually opting to stick a gun in someones face rather than go to the energy of setting their bed on fire or telling Han that she'd cheated. There was more to it than that.

And it dawned on him. It was about him. If DK had stuck a gun in Jules' face she would have told Han. He knew Jules would have stuck it out in Tokyo if she had something to keep her there, and DK must have known it too, so he took everything she had worked for and left her a parting gift.

It made Hans blood run cold.

Han had had to pay a lot of people to get the information he needed about DK. It had taken a lot of money and a lot of time, but when someone finally emailed him about the dealings with the Italian Mafia Han knew it was all worth it. The little bastard.

Twinkie had been playing a video game when he'd called the teenager over to the back of the Touran. Dropping the controller the kid bounded over to him and Han gestured to the car.

"It going good for you?"

"Man, my baby is perfect." Twinkie said in his trademark way.

"Listen, kid, I know things have been bad since Jules left." Twinkies eyes widened at Hans admission but didn't say anything. "Look, I got something I need you to safeguard." He gestured to the car and held up the duffle bag in his hand. "If something happens, you take this money straight to Uncle Kamata and you call Jules."

"Whatdoya…" Han cut the boy off.

"Listen to me Twinkie." Han snapped and Twinkie shut his mouth, looking anxiously up at the older man. "You tell Jules to go to Kamata as well and tell him everything she knows. Then you and Gia, get out of Tokyo. Got it?" He said sternly and Twinkie nodded mutely. "You got somewhere you can put this?" he asked and the kid nodded, popping the boot of the green SUV and dismantling a speaker. Han shoved the bag through the hole and watched Twinkie put the speaker back in its place. "Thanks kid."

Three months later Sean Boswell had destroyed the Silvia taking on DK. Han had tried to quell the feeling of guilt he felt when he saw the crumpled car come up the ramp. His pride and joy, his last real reminder of Jules besides the crumpled heap of bike on the scrap heap and the GT-R parked down town in a garage under lock and key. When Sean had asked him what he drifted for, Han had shown him, before taking him into the city to the garage and rolling up the door.

"This yours?" The young American asked with his southern drawl. Han shook his head as he ran a finger along the side of it.

"Nah, it's a friends." He said seeing the gold locket swing on the rearvision mirror. "She left it here."

"She?" Sean rose an eyebrow.

"Yeah, man, she was a nice girl." Han said, smiling fondly at the memory of all the fun Jules and he had had. It still hurt she was gone. Not to mention he hadn't heard from her, not that he should have, but it felt wrong. He'd lost himself back in cars and women, but she was still there at the back of his mind. And on the bedside table, the frame face down.

"What are you gonna do with it?" Han could see the teenager eyeing up the car, envisioning it with a few more modifications.

"It'll stay here until she comes back." Han replied, pulling out a packet of candy.

"Where is she?" Sean asked, walking around the car.

"Around." Han smiled slightly, "come on kid." He led Sean out of the garage and locked the door again. Taking a deep breath he turned away from the car and started towards the Mazda.

"Can you like go out on a date or something?" Katie asked as she watched her sister make herself comfortable on the couch with a block of chocolate and flicked on a movie.

"Can you just go out already?" Jules replied from her spot and looked up at her sister who was watching her with a disappointed look on her face.

"It's been eighteen months Jules…" She said quietly and Jules looked up at her.

"So? I just haven't met anyone I like." Jules replied, turning her attention back to the television.

"More like you compare all of them to Han and they come up short. If you're not going to go out, maybe you could call Han. Maybe he's pining away as badly as you are." Katie said as her boyfriend walked into the living room and looked at the bickering sisters.

"She at you about dating again?" Blake asked and Jules smirked.

"She is."

"What about that guy from the plane? What happened to him?" Katie asked, ignoring the two of them.

"I don't know, he wasn't my type."

"You said that about Han as well you know. Fuck me, look, if I have to spend one more Friday night with you sulking on the couch I'm putting your picture up on a dating website." Jules jaw dropped and she glared at her sister.

"You wouldn't."

"Just watch me- I will pimp you out so bad you'll think you were a hooker." Her sister threatened and Jules flipped her off. "Come out with us then." Jules shook her head, she really did not want to go out tonight of all nights. She just wanted to sit there and think.

"Blake take your girlfriend and leave me to my sulking." She said sweetly to the man and Blake rolled his eyes before taking Katies hand.

"Come on Baby, we'll pick her up a cat on the way home." Jules rolled her eyes as they headed towards the door, running her thumb along the thick chain around her neck, running the pad over her thumb across her initials on the back of the heart shaped pendant. Eighteen months of those kinds of comments had made Jules almost immune to them. Almost. She hadn't heard from Han in eighteen months. The number of times she'd tried to call him and had to stop herself. Neela had been a little forgiving, still unsure why her boyfriend would have forced a wedge between her and her cousin, but they were emailing now and Jules had gathered from her emails that DK probably wouldn't be in the picture much longer. Some American boy had come in and made a point of stalking her. Not that she minded.

Her heart had jumped in her throat when Neela had informed her that Han had taken in the teenager and been teaching him how to drift. Typical Han taking in strays. From Neela's reports it seemed Han had made the most of his renewed freedom and was whoring his way through Tokyos fashion scene. It made her smile a little, remembering the good times, remembering those months that he had been all hers, even if they were turbulent months, they were still some of the best on record.

Since she'd been back, she'd seen Jordan Porter a few times. He and Tiffany had broken up and he, like Han was enjoying his new freedom and whoring his way through the city. Jules could no longer deny the fact that she did have a type. But some days she would find herself sitting beside a car as Jordan worked and talked. She didn't see herself ever getting involved with him again, but the familiarity was nice.

Twinkie emailed constantly. Sometimes she replied, sometimes she didn't. She avoided long winded replies and answering questions that would alert Twinkie to the real reasons she was gone. He was the only one that ever told her that Han missed her. He knew Han kept the GT-R down town in a garage and often spent a lot of time down there. Twinkie had also made friends with the American kid and said he couldn't drift for shit. He was worse than Jules was. This made Jules smirk, because she was pretty bad at drifting. Of all of them, besides Han, Jules missed Twinkie the most. She knew it had hurt him more than they cared when she'd left. It felt like she was betraying him by leaving Han. Like a messy divorce where Han got full custody.

It wasn't that she didn't ever go out either. She'd been asked out a few times and kissed a few people in clubs, but due to the fact that most Australians spent their down time drinking she found herself not enjoying it as much as her friends who could just relax and let go. The few times she'd considered having a drink but pulled herself up when she remembered the stint in rehab and decided that it really wasn't worth it, as harmless as everyone else told her it was.

Chewing on a piece of chocolate she traced the lines of the tattoo on her wrist and smiled fondly remembering the way Han had admired her when she'd told him the reason for it. Everyone was controlled by fear, make your choices and don't look back.

Her mobile phone shrilled loudly and she leant over to pick it up, her brow furrowing at the unfamiliar number before flipping it open.

When Neela and Sean had come back to the garage, news was already out.

Han was dead.

His car shot, crashing into another car, rolling and bursting into a burning wreckage, all because he was running from DK. Presumably over the money in Twinkies trunk. There was something else going on- Twinkie knew that much. He'd been in the car once when Han had had to stop at Viper for 'business' with Huang. Han despised Huang, and Huang despised Han. They avoided each other at all costs. But suddenly they were doing business.

The only thing that stopped him crying at the thought of his mentor and guardian being gone forever was the fact that the one person that desperately needed to know was still unaware of his death. But Twinkie had a promise to keep and as soon as Sean insisted on going to Kamata he pulled the duffle bag from the back of the Touran and handed it over.

"Han would have wanted you to have this." Sean took the bag. "I've got to make a call." Twinkie said, excusing himself from the group and pulling out his cell, scrolling for the number that Han had given him months ago in case of emergency. Taking a deep breath, he swallowed the lump in his throat and lifted the phone to his ear, tears springing to his eyes as soon as he heard her greet him. "It's Twink. Hans been in an accident."

The only thing to fear is fear itself

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