Ok, So this is right after the movie ended when Han and Trish left his father's house. Sorry if I'm confusing you.

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Trish sighed as she led Han up the stairs to her apartment. Glancing at him out of the corner of her eye she couldn't help but notice how tired he looked. She glanced at his hands and couldn't help but wonder why they were rapped with material from his jacket. She didn't know exactly what had happened between him and Kai, but she could assume that whatever it was, it wasn't good. When they reached the door she dug her key out of her pocket and unlocked the door. She moved out of the way so that Han could walk in first.

"Here, sit down on the couch and let me have a look at you," she said moving some junk off of her white couch. All Han really wanted to do was lay down and sleep but he was to exhausted to argue. He relaxed into the soft cushions and allowed Trish to unwrap the material from his hands.
"Oh gosh," she gasped as she looked at his very badly burnt hand. It was covered in blisters and peeling skin. "Sit right here, I'll be right back,"

When she walked out of the room Han took the opportunity to look around her apartment. He hadn't gotten the chance to the last time he was there. There were pictures on the wall and as he looked at them he noticed one that was obviously her and her brother at a much younger age. Eight or nine maybe. Trish had her arms wrapped around his neck and both of them had big smiles on their face. He felt a pang of pain in his chest.

He brushed the feeling aside when Trish walked into the room carrying something in her hand. "Here, this should help some. My mother used to use it when Colin and I would burn ourselves," He sat back down on the couch and allowed Trish to apply the cream to his hands. "Do you want to talk about anything that happened tonight?" she asked gently.

"There's nothing to talk about. I did what I came to do," Trish nodded and turned her attention back to his hands, the subject was obviously closed.

"How is your father?" he asked.

"He should be fine." she sighed. "The doctors said that he was lucky. The bullet didn't hit any of his vital organs,"

"That's good," he said raising the back of his hand to caress he side of her face. "I'm glad you are Ok,"

She smiled and lowered his hand so she could continue to apply the cream to it.

"Trish, I don't have anywhere that I can-"

"Don't worry about it," she cut him off, "You can stay here for as long as you need to," she said.

"Thank you," he took the cream out of her hands and turned her around so her back was to his stomach. He leaned back against the arm of the couch and Trish smiled softly as he ran his hands through her hair. "Now," he whispered into her ear, "rest"

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Trish woke up the next morning surprised to find herself lying in her bed. The last thing she remembered was being on the couch with Han. He must have brought her in here. She threw the comforter off of her and padded towards the living room where she found Han sitting on the couch and looking at a small, tattered scrap of paper.

"What's that?" she asked.

"It's an address. A long time ago when I lived in Hong Kong I had a friend named Zhang Chi. His family moved to America when we were both teenagers. He gave me this address before he left. It's where they were moving to. They probably don't even live there anymore, but if it's not a problem I would like to go there and see. It has been such a long time since I've seen him," Han said.

Trish took the paper out of his hand and looked at it. "Look I don't know exactly where this is at, but I'm sure my father does. If it's Ok with you, I can ask him when I visit him at the hospital today,"

"Ok. Would you mind if I came with you?" he asked.

"That would be great," She smiled and grabbed his wrist, "C'mon, lets find some grub,"

As they walked into the kitchen Han asked, "What is grub?"

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The elevator stopped and Han and Trish got off on the floor that her father was staying on. "I think it's down this way," Trish said pointing right. Han just nodded and followed her. Trish peaked into different doors as they walked down hallway until finally she spotted her dad. She smiled when she saw that Tyler, a friend of hers, was there as well.

"Hey Tyler, I wasn't expecting to find you here!" she said giving him a hug.

"Yeah, well. I heard about everything that happened. Amazing how quickly news like this spreads,"

"Yeah," she said looking down for a minute. "Oh, I want you to meet someone. Han, this is my friend, Tyler,"

"Hi," Han smiled, "I would shake your hand but.." he motioned down towards his hands that Trish had wrapped up before they left.

"Yeah. Mr. O'Day was just telling me about you. Pleasure to meet you."

"Hi Daddy," Trish said giving her father a hug. "You feeling Ok?" She asked softly.

"I've felt better sweety," he said taking her hand. "Hello Han. Good to get to see you again. How you doing?"

"I'm Ok," he said, taking a seat in the window. The family vibe in the room was making him think more about his own family, which had been totally demolished in the last couple of weeks. He had a feeling in the pit of his stomach that he couldn't explain as he looked outside the window to what he assumed was some sort of play place for children. Two little kids were laughing playing basketball.

"Han.. Han.." He jerked his head up at the sound of Trish's voice. "Do you have that paper with you?"

"Oh, sorry," he reached in his pocket and handed the address to Mr. O'Day.

"Yeah, I think I know where that's at," he proceeded to give the two of them directions to the place.

"Thanks Daddy. I guess we should go now, and see if we can find this place. Ok Han?"

"Yeah," he jumped off his perch in the window and nodded to Tyler as he walked out.

"I'll see you around Tyler," She said giving him a hug on her way out.

"Yeah, I'm having a party this Friday night. Think you could make it? You can bring Han," he asked with a hopeful look on his face.

"Maybe, we'll see. Bye Daddy," She said walking out of the room.

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Han watched the scenery pass by as Trish drove through the pretty suburbs of the city. He still had the feeling in his stomach and he wondered if it would ever go away. He glanced at Trish out of the corner of his eye. She was the most beautiful woman he had ever seen, inside and out. He hoped that things would start moving in a positive direction for the two of them. He felt a connection with her that he had never had with anyone else.

"I think this is it," Trish said, jerking him out of his thoughts. "348 Holland Drive," They both looked through the window at the huge estate in front of them. It was a beautiful, white, Victorian style house. It had beautiful ivy vines running around the banisters of the front steps.

They looked at each other before both getting out of the car and approaching the front door. Trish stood back and let Han knock on the door. He stood back as he waited for someone to answer.

"This place is beautiful," Trish said, admiring the beautiful home.

Just then an elderly Chinese woman opened the door. She said something in Chinese that Trish didn't understand. Han answered what ever it was that she said in Chinese as well. After Han spoke a huge smile formed on the short woman's face. She gathered Han into her arms. "It's be so long since I have seen you, Han," she said in beautiful English.

Han step back and wrapped his arm around Trish "This is Trish O'Day. Trish, this is Ms. Li. She used to watch me and my brother when my father was away," he said.

Ms. Li gave Trish a warm hug and said, "Come in, Come in. I'm sure you want to see Zhang, but he isn't here at the moment. He should be home soon though"

Ms. Li led the two of them into a large room that was beautifully furnished in a burgundy color.

"Have a seat, be at home. I will return in a moment."

"So, were you and Zhang really close when you were younger?" Trish asked, after Ms. Li left the room.

"Yes, Zhang, my brother and I used to get into all sorts of mischief when we were younger. I really miss those days. They were so much simpler," he said looking at the floor.

Trish moved closer to him and wrapped her arms around his shoulder in what she hoped was a comforting way. "Maybe soon we can return to simpler days,"

"I really hope so," he said leaning against her.

At that moment the front door opened. Trish looked up and saw a man about Han's height and build walk in. He stopped with a confused look on his face when he saw her. Han had his back to him but when he turned around Trish saw a look of dawning realization flash across the mans face.

Han stood up and the two of the stopped in front of each other. Zhang started to say something but before he could Han grabbed him into a fierce hug. Trish had a huge grin on her face and when Ms. Li walked in and saw them silent tears of joy at seeing the two friends together again ran down her face.