A/N: This is a one-shot song fic, using lyrics from A Fine Frenzy's "Think of You". I don't own the song or the IS characters.

Think of Me

Home sweet home.

Over four years have passed since I've been in Toronto with the intention of staying longer than one or two days. Reflecting for a minute on my homecoming, I drag my tired but restless body towards the baggage claim.

It's one hundred and nine degrees in this crowded room

No room to breathe with walls as cold as a gallery

I look around the sterile, unfeeling walls of the airport and see that, even though it's late, there are many excited faces of people welcoming their loved ones home.

It's a bad night to be alone

But that's the way it goes

Even though I didn't tell anyone I was coming, I still can't stop my eyes from scanning the crowd for a familiar face. I sigh loudly, recognizing no one, chastising myself for being stupid. I push the thought out of my mind and continue towards my destination.

I stand in front of the baggage claim, waiting patiently for my bags to arrive. I take a deep breath, finally letting the truth hit me.

I'm finally free.

After two years of living with his abuse, Ethan is in jail and I can put my head down at night knowing that he won't hurt me any more.

And at the age of 24, I feel like I'm beginning my life all over again.

I think of you whenever life gets me down

I think of you whenever you're not around

Being back in Toronto, my thoughts are suddenly filled with the man I left behind almost five years ago, the man I once thought I would never leave. I often find myself thinking about Tommy, but with even more frequency when things are bad. Which has been most of my life for the past 2 years. I often wonder what would have happened, how my life would have turned out if I'd just… stayed.

But things are never that simple. I should know that by now. Over five years ago when Tommy asked me to be with him, to go to Thailand with him, I jumped at the chance. There was no way I could resist Tommy Quincy's declaration of love.

We had an amazing time in Asia. Even after we came back to a re-opened G-Major and began working at our old jobs again, we were still deeply in love. But gradually, after a year or so, we started arguing and just generally not getting along. Complications arose at every turn, and instead of facing them head on, we let them tear us slowly apart. Not exactly surprising considering this is Tommy and I that I'm referring to. So, when I was offered a chance to record with a big American label in LA, I took it. I left Toronto and everything it held behind me

And I made the biggest mistake of my life.

Tommy and I settled back into a sort of friendship and kept in touch for a while. But neither of us were built for a long-distance relationship, even a friendship. The calls became less frequent, and eventually we lost touch completely.

I threw myself into my new life with a whole new set of people. People I hoped could help me forget about the man I left back in Toronto. One of these new people was Ethan Monroe, a hot-shot producer for the label I had signed with. He was amazing, or so I thought at the time. He made me smile, laugh even. And inevitably we started becoming closer than just friends. And as I became closer to Ethan, I felt myself drifting away from Tommy and whatever remnants of a relationship we had left.

I thought I had it all figured out in a brand new life

With a great big house

And initials on the towels

I should be happy now

I wholeheartedly lost myself in my new relationship and tried my best to forget about Tommy. After two years of being in LA, my music was becoming a real hit. And I had a great new boyfriend. Ethan and I had been dating for a year and we were the perfect successful couple. Things seemed to be going so well.

Until the first time Ethan hit me.

I arrived home late one night after going out with some friends. When I entered the mansion we were sharing, I noticed immediately that he was drunk. He became almost instantly angry, going ballistic and raving like a lunatic. When I tried to calm him down, he smacked me soundly across the face. I still remember the shock and anger and sadness I felt in that moment.

And the next day when he apologized, I was stupid enough to believe that he really was sorry. That it really wouldn't happen again.

But it did. Many times. And I felt myself losing a piece of myself, the strong, independent person I had been in Toronto, every time he hit me. And every time I examined the damage in the mirror, and saw the bruises and scratches, Tommy's face would consume my mind. Just thinking of him, I felt ashamed. All that ran through my mind was that he wouldn't do this to me. And he would be frantic with anger if he knew it was happening. I felt ashamed for staying, for forgiving Ethan every time.

I even came to Toronto to visit Sadie once, about a year and a half ago, and contemplated tracking down Tommy and asking for his help. He was the only one I thought of trusting enough to tell. But when Sadie picked me up from the airport, she filled me in on the latest piece of G-Major gossip – Tommy Quincy was engaged.

I remember feeling my heart tighten; he didn't need me complicating his life. Whatever I was going to do, it would have to be without Tommy's help. Or anyone else's. No one else knew I was even in Toronto because I had sworn Sadie to secrecy. And I decided to keep it that way.

I saw you once on the street

You didn't notice me

On the last day of that visit to Toronto, I asked Sadie to meet me at a coffee shop across from G-Major to say goodbye before I caught a cab to the airport. I remember waiting at the coffee shop, praying for a glimpse of Tommy. Just one look.

And I got my wish. I remember the exact moment I saw him rush out the doors of G-Major; it was as if time had actually stopped. My breath caught in my throat as I watched him stride down the street. He was still Tommy. My amazing, gorgeous Tommy. Except he wasn't mine anymore.

He didn't see me and I did nothing to draw his attention towards me. I was out of his life. He had moved on.

I'm jolted back to the present when I hear the conveyor belt start up and the bags from my flight begin to slide down the ramp. Luckily my bags are two of the first ones to arrive and I grab them quickly.

I walk down the terminal heading for the exit, glancing around idly when I suddenly see him approaching. Tommy Quincy, the last person I ever expected to see at the airport at 1:30 am on a Saturday morning.

I stand frozen and he begins to move closer. He doesn't see me; he's completely preoccupied, talking to someone on his cell phone. I want to avoid him but I literally can't move.

Finally I shake off the shock and spin quickly around, hoping to find somewhere to hide until he leaves.

As I walk, I feel the adrenaline from seeing him kick in. My heart is beating loudly in my ears. But just over the sound of my own heartbeat, I hear him yell my name. At least I think I hear it.

Hoping I'm just dreaming, I continue walking until I hear him call my name again. In the middle of a half-empty airport, I can't deny hearing that.

I turn slowly, my heart beating out of my chest. As he jogs the distance between us to catch up to me, I place my bags down at my feet.

"Jude?" He says shocked, finding it as hard to believe as I am that we would meet here after all this time.

"Tommy," I say simply, trying to breathe. I take him in, noticing every familiar detail. His piercing blue eyes, his perfectly styled hair, his chiseled facial features; everything about him looks so familiar, so inviting. Although he's a bit older, it looks really good on him. He smiles, that familiar heartwarming smile.

He suddenly wraps his arms around me, hugging me tightly. Although I try not to, I can't help but wince slightly. My injuries from the last time Ethan hit me, only a few short days ago, are far too fresh for me to hold in the pain.

He looks at me curiously before I see the realization hit him. He lifts his hand to outline the slightly faded bruise that colors my cheekbone.

His hand on my face feels so amazing, so natural, that I have to stop myself from leaning into it.

"I guess you haven't turned on the news today," I say, my voice weak from nerves. "I had Ethan Monroe, one of LA's most successful producers, arrested today for abuse."

He drops his hand and his fists visibly clench at his sides. "I'm so sorry Jude. But I'm proud of you for getting out," he says softly, his face full of tenderness. He's giving me the look, the one I always said that he saved just for me.

I avert my eyes, unable to stand his persistent gaze. "There's nothing to be proud of, believe me."

He raises his hand to my chin, lifting my head so that he can look me in the eye. I see another wave of realization hitting him. "How long has it been going on?"

"About two years."

"Oh, Jude…" I see the pain and anger on his face, and also empathy for what I've gone through.

Just to put your mind at ease

You don't owe me anything

You paid me well in memories

I clear my throat, suddenly feeling the need to tell him all the things I had been thinking. "I guess in some weird way, I should thank you for my decision to finally leave. Every time he hit me, I thought about you, the memories that you and I shared. I remembered how you acted, how you would never even think of hurting me like he did," I pause for a minute, taking a deep breath before finishing what I need to say.

I think of you whenever life gets me down

I think of you whenever you're not around

"I always knew that what you and I had was special. I know it wasn't perfect. But it was real. And thinking of you got me through the really hard times, when I wasn't sure what my purpose was or if I could deal with what was happening. And it was thinking about you, and the kind of man that you are, that made me finally decide to go to the police," I say, my voice cracking with emotion. "I just wish it hadn't taken me so long to leave him. A couple of broken ribs and a whole lot of bruises later, here I am."

I can tell he's speechless. I mean, no doubt this is a lot to take in.

I take the opportunity to begin to change the situation. "Anyway, it's over. He's in jail and other than the trial, if there is one, I don't plan on seeing him ever again," I say dismissively, praying he'll let the subject go. "But, what about you, what's new in the life of Tommy Quincy?"

"I'm doing okay. I was engaged for a while but that… well, it didn't work out," he says, dropping his gaze to the floor.

I can feel my jaw drop helplessly. "Sadie mentioned you were engaged. I just assumed you got married."

He shakes his head. "Nope. We just weren't…right."

The words, reminiscent of the ones he said to me on my seventeenth birthday, send a chill down my spine. I have to remind myself that Tommy's not mine anymore. I gave up any right to hope that he still loved me.

And you rest your bones

Somewhere far from my own

I don't know what else to say. I would stand in his presence forever, but it's not fair to my heart. I still love him. I always have. And seeing him face to face after all these years just cements that fact.

"Well, I should go," I say reluctantly. "Sadie doesn't know I'm in town yet so I have to go wake her up, and deal with her wrath once I do so. I called her this afternoon before the story broke. She was less than impressed with me, and told me to get my butt here as soon as I could so she could yell at me in person," I say, smirking at my sister's temper. "She told me she suspected that something was wrong… "

"She never said anything to me—"

"Because I imagine she knew how you'd react."

"Jude, if I had known you were in trouble, I would have dropped everything to help you."

We stand staring at each other in silent. He's worried and scared for me, and sad that all this happened without him even suspecting. And I see a glint of something else, that old spark that we've always shared. Tommy doesn't hide things very well, and I can read him like a book.

"Well, I should go," I say again, lifting my bag this time for emphasis.

I begin to turn before I feel his arm touching mine lightly.

"Have coffee with me."

I turn back around slowly. I glance at him skeptically. "What? It's 1:30 in the morning."

You still pull me home

He looks at me determined, undeterred by my logical response. "Jude, have coffee with me. We have a lot to talk about." He holds out his open hand, inviting me to take it, take him back into my life.

His eyes are bright, hopeful. They hold everything he's not saying. Like the fact that if I take his hand, we won't stop at coffee. If I take his hand we'll be starting over again.

You still pull me home

This is Tommy, the only man I've ever loved. The one I never should have left.

I reach my hand forward tentatively, and squeeze his firmly as he smiles at me, grabbing my bigger suitcase.

You still pull me home

And as we walk hand in hand towards the nearest coffee stand in the airport, I feel for the first time since arriving that I am finally home again. And I don't just mean in Toronto; I mean here with Tommy. No matter how what's happened to me or how long I've been gone, it's where my home has always been.