Kim's face lit up as Jack hobbled through the door Sarah held open, and back into the house. After they had taken the cast off they had kept him in overnight for testing, before letting Sarah take him home. He had briefly seen his foot, before the nurses had began their work of bandaging the limb up heavily. Leaning back in the hospital bed Jack was surprised to find himself watching his foot feeling strangely detached. He had expected to be disgusted at the sight, it looked as gruesome from the scars as he had imagined, but it didn't bother him. Instead he found himself marvelling down at how pale and thin his leg was compared to the other, having been restricted of all use because of the injuries inflicted on his foot and knee.

Sarah had been hovering by his side and watched him as he had studied it. He himself had been relieved when he realised he wasn't struck by the scars. He really didn't care, he would be able to walk again thanks to those scars, which symbolised the surgeries he had undergone to reconstruct the damaged bone. He saw the scars as a sign of recovery, they illustrated how close he had been to losing this limb, to becoming a cripple. He had sank back into the deep pillows and rested his hand over Sarah's as he closed his eyes, allowing the two nurses to begin there work.

"What's the verdict?" Sarah asked boldly, she knew from the relieved, almost grateful expression on the mans face that he wasn't upset by the scars.

A soft smile had filtered over Jacks face as he had slowly drifted to sleep. He had been given morphine in advance in case the touch had still caused pain. Rehabilitating the limb, he had been forewarned, would be painful, and so he had accepted the drugs knowing this was the last time he would take them. From here on, he would be free of the pain relief, he would be taught how to manage it instead.

"Its perfect," he said deeply, before letting out a soft chuckle and gripping her hand a little tighter. Sarah smiled, rubbing his arm as he slowly fell asleep.

Sarah's grin matched Kim's as he slowly made his way into the house, resting heavily on the crutches, not allowing any weight to fall onto his foot, it wasn't ready for that yet.

Jack smiled at their enthusiasm, it was infectious, he couldn't deny the pleasure he felt as he followed his daughter into the living room. Collapsing into an armchair Kim pulled out the cushioned footstool she had brought in advance. Sarah helped Jack carefully lift his foot, but he took the weight on his own and was clearly pleased with himself.

"You have some visitors," Kim said smiling as Chase strode into the room, Angela in her arms.

Jack visibly stiffened but hid it well, cheerfully greeting Chase and the child. Sitting down next to Jack Chase quizzed him on his physical therapy regime and the pain, making comparisons with the similarities and different regimes Chase himself had to complete while working on his arm. Although Jack found the conversation interesting he was soon tired, and Chase took it as his turn to leave.

"Thanks for stopping by Chase," Jack said, respect in his voice. He was thankful the man hadn't asked anything abut China or the government, those were subjects he wasn't strong enough to think about.

"Bye bye Kim," Angela yelled, "and its back to Grandmas!"

Kim laughed and walked Chase to the door, Sarah had left for the day earlier and so Jack was alone. When Kim returned to the living room he was clearly irritated.

"What did Angela mean?"

Kim instantly knew what he was referring to, and the tone of his voice suggested she tell the truth.

"She's been staying with Chases mother."

"Why isn't she living with Chase?" He asked instantly, confused, it wasn't like Chase, he thought the world of his daughter.

"Well, the apartment Chase is staying in is a little bare and Chase thought it better she stay with his mom."

Jack looked down at his hands in silence as his thoughts stirred, until finally, he understood. "You were living together?"

It was a question, not an accusation, and Kim was pleased that his concern didn't seem to be focused on her living with a man.

"Yes."

"And he moved out, because of me," he asked slowly, trying to understand.

"Yes."

"Why?" He asked, genuinely confused.

"We thought it best. You had been through so much when we got you here, I thought you would prefer to be alone."

"And kick the man out of his home!" Jack exclaimed, sitting forward, unable to get to his feet without the crutches.

"Dad its not like that, we wanted to make you as comfortable as possible, we thought this would help."

The rage died down instantly. "I'm sorry, I've caused you a lot of trouble haven't I?" He poke softly, it hurt to hear him sound so cautious and self conscious.

"No, not at all, don't be silly dad," Kim said, getting worried.

"Now my legs sorted I can leave, I can get a place were there's-"

"Don't be ridiculous!" Kim cut in. "I don't want you to leave, and even if I did, you're still not well enough."

The debate died down again, Jack knew she was right. "Tell him to come home. He shouldn't move out because of me. The little girl shouldn't have to live elsewhere because of some stranger," he said, almost bitterly, almost Kim thought, but not quite.

"You sure?"

"Yeah," Jack said, smiling again as Kim instantly cheered.

"I'll go call him right now," she said with excitement.

Once alone Jack closed his eyes again as he tapped the arm of the chair he occupied. He couldn't understand why they would think he wouldn't want to see Chase. The more he thought about it, the more upset he felt, it didn't make sense. Unless, Jack thought, unless Chase was so ashamed of his confession that he had left. He pondered the thought, wondering if Chase would come home, live with a man who had sold out his country. He said he loved Kim, could he do that for her, live in the same house of a traitor?