Disclaimer: Though I wish I owned this entire series, I don't. All original characters are mine. None of the songs used belong to me.

Summary: After he loses Gisele, Han finds himself picking up the pieces without her in Tokyo. Tired of living in her sister's shadow, Joanna decides starting over in a new country would be a fantastic idea. Neither of them expects to cross paths, nor do they expect the sparks that come with it. But he's got his secrets, and so does she and when their two worlds collide in a spectacular way, it's enough to leave them shaken, reeling, and utterly breathless.

A/N: For some reason this was a really hard chapter to write. I'm not even sure I like it, but I'll leave that up to you guys. There's some more development with Han and Jo, and I know we're going slow but I'm trying to make it as realistic as possible. I promise the wait will be worth it! Enjoy!

Chapter Five

Stay the Night – Zedd ft. Hayley Williams

"We're gonna party like it's 1999!" Twinkie grinned as he caught up to Joanna who was walking through the club towards the VIP room.

"Twink, I'm quite sure you were a preschooler in 1999," She smirked as they headed through the door and was greeted by the dozens of models the normally hung out in the VIP room. Twinkie fell easily into a flirtatious conversation with a few of them while Joanna looked for the man of the hour.

Han was lounging on a couch entertaining a few beautiful girls, occasionally stealing kisses from them. Joanna rolled her eyes as she made her way over to him. Upon seeing her, he said something to the girls, causing them all to get up and leave.

"Oh no, don't stop your womanizing on my account. Please, continue." She deadpanned but sat next to him nonetheless. He laughed a bit and looked over her. She was wearing an emerald green cocktail dress and gold glitter pumps. Normally, she would have shifted uncomfortably under such a gaze, but this time she had to fight the urge to stretch out so that he could get a good look at her.

The music pumped around them and Joanna nodded to the beat, occasionally passing sly glances to the man sitting next to her. He didn't dance, she had learned one night, but she was determined to get him out on the floor. Even if he just stood there awkwardly.

He caught her glancing at him and gave a swift shake of his head, "Oh come on! Live a little, dance with me!"

"I'm afraid you'll have to get me drunk for that to happen." His voice was teasing, but she could hear the challenge in it. Signaling a few of the girls, she began to give them drink orders before sending them to the bar.

"You will dance with me by the end of the night." She said with a wink, grinning wickedly at him. A few minutes passed and soon the table in front of them was filled with several glasses overflowing with various alcoholic combinations, "Cheers!"

Grabbing a martini, Joanna downed it quickly and placed the glass back on the table. Han watched with a mixture of shock and amusement before grabbing a shot glass filled with dark liquor. Joanna picked up a shot glass as well and they toasted before throwing the drinks back.

A warm feeling began to wash over her and she giggled, it wouldn't be long before she was completely out of it. She learned in Madrid that she had a hard time holding her liquor. She'd stay sober long enough to get a dance out of her friend. That was for sure.

Several drinks later, Han found himself being pulled off of the couch he had been sitting on by the girl who had decided to get him plastered. There were hot bodies all around them as they moved to the center of the floor. Not too far off, he saw Twinkie giving him a thumbs up. Frowning, he nearly turned around and walked away, but a body pressing itself against him changed his mind.

Joanna's face was just inches from his, and she grinned as pressed closely to him. Her scent filled his nose and he fought the urge to deeply inhale. Sighing, he let his arms wrap around her waist and began to rock back and forth, finding the rhythm. It wasn't true that he never danced, only rarely. And the last time he had danced was in a French ballroom with Gisele.

He pulled Joanna even closer to him, burying his face in her neck.

He could hear the song slowing down, and he wondered if an annoying student named Twinkie had anything to do with it. It didn't matter, he decided, as he and Joanna rocked from side to side, moving to the beat. It wasn't extravagant, and it was attention-getting, but the closeness eased the pain in his heart.

"Han?" He heard her whisper and she sounded so much like Gisele that he could have cried, "Han, the song is over."

This snapped him out of his reverie as he looked at her, her eyes watching him as though they were waiting for something. Swallowing hard, he pulled away from her and let his mask fall back into place. The urge to kiss her senseless was buried deep in the recesses of his mind.

"I'll see you later."

She called after him but he kept walking away.

The next day, Joanna woke up groaning and shielding her eyes from the light above her. Frowning, she sat up and looked around, trying to determine her surroundings. She certainly was not in her room, as the last she remembered was Twinkie taking her keys before handing her a Mudslide.

Yet, she wasn't in one of the bunks that Han usually put the too-drunk-to-drive-home patrons up in. It was a bedroom, a rather immaculate bedroom. Her eyes scanned everything, trying to determine whose bedroom she had crashed in. Spotting a picture on the dresser, she stood up and walked over to it. It was of a woman, smiling as though she were laughing when the picture was taken. She was beautiful.

"You're awake." Han's voice made her jump and she turned away from the photo. It dawned on her then; this was his room, "Twink made breakfast."

"Who's that girl? Your sister?" She knew very well that it wasn't his sister, she was just curious. When Han's expression darkened, she wished she could have taken the question back, "I'm sorry, it's none of business."

"You're right, it isn't." A sharp pain echoed within Joanna as she watched him turn and leave. Why was he suddenly acting so cold? One minute they're having dinner together and she gets him drunk enough to dance, the next he's treating as though she's some stalker who won't leave him alone.

Anger flushed out any sort of sadness, as she stood up to follow after him. Walking out into the garage, she found him sitting on the couch with two girls, just like the night before. Twinkie smiled at her as he carried two plates full food over to the couch and set them down.

"Hungry?" Joanna shook her head.

"I was just leaving, actually." She had no time for Han and his head games.

Grabbing her keys off the coffee table, she didn't even spare Han a passing glance as she trekked down to her car. Hearing the roar of the engine soothed her as she pulled out of the garage and sped away.

With no plans for the day, she decided that there was nothing wrong sleeping off her hangover.