A/N: Ok, since it's gonna be really long if I just put it in one chapter, this is going to be a two or possibly three shot. The first part is pretty much just rambling, but it will get more interesting. Tell me if you think I should post more. Enjoy!

Disclaimer: I don't own the show or the song "View From Heaven" by Yellowcard, but I do own Lucy.

View from Heaven

Part 1

They were the happiest couple on Earth. Even a blind man could see that they were madly in love. It started the day she turned 18. He had taken her up to the roof that morning and told her he loved her. That's all it took. They became the kind of lovers one would expect to see in fairy-tales. They just seemed to...fit together, never questioning the other's love or the fact that they had it all. Flowers, kisses, interviews, a wedding and...A baby. She had gotten the news a few days after he proposed; she was about a month along. It drew them even closer together, the fact that soon they would have a child of their own; a real family. That's when everything went wrong. It was early in the morning when she had been rushed to the hospital with him right by her side. He knew what was happening. She was going into labor. In the delivery room was one of the rare times they had ever fought. He had tried to calm her down, only to be met by screams of pain and horrible mood swings. He just couldn't bare to see her suffer, so he left.

He had no idea something was wrong. He knew she was in pain, but he just thought it was normal. Pretty soon she'd be fine and they would have a baby of their own. Too bad that wasn't what had happened. After a while of standing outside of the hospital for a while listening to screams and shouts, everything went silent. He became concerned about what had happened and decided to go and check in. That's when he saw it. His daughter had been born. A beautiful baby girl with blue eyes and dark blonde hair. She looked just like her mother. At first, Tommy was touched at this site. He finally had a family. But then he realized...something wasn't right. Jude wasn't breathing, and neither was the baby. He yelled for the doctors to save them, asking why they couldn't breathe and what had gone wrong. They all panicked. They began operating; doing anything they could to save Jude, and the baby. In the end, they came back to Tommy with sad news. "We've done all we could," Explained a nurse. Tommy just sat there in shock; listening to someone he didn't even know tell him the hardest thing he would ever have to hear. The baby was alive, but Jude, Jude was gone.

That was 16 years ago. Tommy had never re-married, as he had never been able to find anyone who could replace the love of his life. Correction, he had never tried. He had raised his daughter on his own, no mother, and no help from anyone. He named her Lucy, remembering how Jude had always loved that name, and about her tradition. "My dad would flip if I didn't name it after a Beatles song," She had said. He smiled fondly at the memory, remembering all the good times they had had together, but suddenly hate himself for not being there to say goodbye. He sat at the desk in his lonely office, thinking about his last night with Jude, how he never thought the last thing she had ever said to him was out of anger. Tears started to fall down his face, but he stopped them when he heard a knocking on his door. He quickly wiped away his tears and put away the picture of him and Jude he had been staring at. He muttered a quick "Come in," just loud enough for the person to hear, and Lucy Quincy came running through the door. "Hey dad!" Tommy smiled at his daughter. Tiny figure, bright blue eyes, and long blonde hair, now turned fiery red. Exactly like her mother at 16. It brought back memories, but it also killed him inside. He shook it off and greeted her.

"Hey, girl! What's up?" She ran up to his desk, putting a piece of paper down in front of him. He looked at it.

"Look at what Kwest and I found. I told him I really like the lyrics, so he told me you would know who wrote it. Do you?" Tommy sighed, looking away from her.

"Yeah. I do." Lucy stared at her father in anticipation.

"Well? Who wrote it?" He looked back up at her, sighing deeply. Lucy's face became worried. Other than Kwest, her father was all she had, and she was all he had. The bond between them was so strong that they lived for each other, and knew everything about each other. It saddened Lucy to think that he should be thinking about her mother in that manner, but she was glad they got to be that close. "Wait, I know that look. Something's wrong, isn't it?" He closed his eyes.

"Lucy-"She cut him off, trying to think of why he could be acting this way over the lyrics to a song.

"Wait, did mom write this song?" Tommy shook his head.

"No, Lucy. I wrote this song. For your mother." Coming to a realization, Lucy hung her head low.

"Oh. You mean, after she-"

"Died. Yes. I'm sorry, Luc. I really am. I know you never got to meet her." Lucy wiped her eyes as tears came to the corners of her eyes.

"It…was….my fault," She choked out as the tears fell harder, and she gave up on trying controlling them. Tommy lifted her chin softly with 2 of his fingers.

"Hey. Don't you ever think that it was your fault. It was nobody's fault. Nobody caused it, and nobody could've prevented it. It just…happened. And you can't ever feel guilty about that, got it?" Lucy smiled through her tears, slowly wiping the rest from her face as they began to subside. She put a hand on the piece of paper before looking at her father.

"Thanks dad. Umm, one more thing, though. Can I ask you something?" Tommy grinned.

"You just did." Lucy rolled her eyes, letting out a small laugh.

"Other than 'can I ask you something'?" He laughed along with her.

"Sure. What is it?" Lucy took a deep breath, hoping to get the answer she wanted.

"Have you ever though…..ever though about recording it?" Tommy sat there motionless, staring at his daughter with complete and evident shock all over his face.

"Recording it?" He asked, his shocked face meeting her reassuring nod. He looked back down.

"Yeah. Why not? I mean, it's an amazing song, an instant hit." She left out the part about it being for her mother, but he knew what she really meant. She looked back at him, blue eyes sparkling. "What was she like?" Tommy looked up.

"Your mother?" She nodded hopefully. Tommy sighed, smiling sweetly. "Wow. She was amazing. She sang, played guitar, and wouldn't change for anyone but herself. We were so in love, but I kept…hurting her. Not physically," He quickly recovered after seeing the horrified expression on her face. "But you could tell there was pain. I found a way to fix it, though. She turned 18, and we could finally be together. After that, everything was perfect." He sat there for a moment, once again left recalling the good times he had with Jude. Lucy cleared her throat, pulling Tommy out of his state. He sighed. "I don't know, Luc. I don't think I can record the song. It just…brings back too many memories. I'm sorry." Lucy bit her lip, trying to remain hopeful.

"Come on. Please? This needs to be recorded, dad. You always told me-"Tommy interrupted.

"Luc, I know what I always told you. But it's hard." Lucy nodded.

"Well, I thought……since mom was always trying to get you to record a solo album." She thought about it for a minute, but perked up when she had an idea. "I-I could help you with it! Think about it, I could do back-up or something." She looked at him, her eyes practically begging him to record. He smiled and shook his head.

"Ok. I guess that would be good." He grinned, putting a hand on her shoulder. "Lucy, your mother would be so proud of you. Never letting go of a dream. I know I am." Lucy's eyes lit up.

"Really?" He nodded.

"Really." A giant grin spread across her face.

"Thanks. I'll tell Kwest we're recording the song." She turned to leave, but Tommy's voice called her back.

"Lucy?" She turned back. "Thank you. For bringing me back." She smiled and nodded before turning back and walking out.

A/N: So, what did you all think? Tell me if I should post the rest.