A/N: This story occurs sometime after her birthday in Season 2; hence, Jude is 17 and Tommy is 24. There is no Karma, no Paegan. There is Juderman still. Some story adjustments: Kwest and Sadie are dating and are very serious by this point. Jude's mom has already gone away with Don. And Jamie has his own apartment.

Also, I don't own anything in this story, other than characters I create.

Prologue:

"I'm going to miss you both so much. I wish I didn't have to go so far away but I really need the money this promotion is going to provide." I can see the sadness written on Dad's face as he says this. He feels like he's abandoning me, I can tell. He's not worried about Sadie because Sadie's moving away with Kwest tomorrow. His gaze narrows as he looks at me. His worry is focused on me, especially without Sadie in the same city.

"Dad, We'll be fine. Go to New York. Call me as soon as you get there. And don't forget to send me a Yankees hat." I smirk to myself. Tommy loves the Red Sox. Wearing a Yankees hat in front of him will drive him crazy.

My dad looks at me curiously, knowing I don't care at all about baseball, or really any sports. Just then we hear over the speaker system that Dad's flight is boarding.

"Dad, you have to get going." I feel the tears welling in my eyes. I don't want to cry in front of him. He feels badly enough. I kiss his cheek and hug him tightly. Sadie does the same.

He stares at me for a second. "You'll be okay moving into Jamie's without any help? Because Sadie and I will both be gone by Friday when you're supposed to move in. You are moving in Friday, right? Because everyone has to be out of the house by then for the new owners to take possession?"

I swallow hard. I am really bad at lying. How can I tell them I'm not going to be living with Jamie? I mean, I was supposed to. But now that he and Patsy are practically living together I honestly didn't want to be a third wheel in that apartment. I can't tell him where I'm really going to be living. No one knows that I'm really going to be living at the rehearsal space because no one would approve. Dad hates the rehearsal space and the neighbourhood that it's in. Besides it's my own fault that I'll be living there. Once I realized I couldn't live with Jamie I planned on finding my own place. But I kept putting it off and putting it off. Honestly I just didn't want to deal with all the change. Dad and Sadie both leaving is too much. But I couldn't tell them that. And now I essentially have nowhere to live. Well, nowhere other than a smelly, dirty rehearsal space in the worst part of town. But, it will have to be good enough at least for a couple of weeks. "I'll be fine." I spit out, averting my eyes, hoping he won't be able to tell that I'm lying.

He hugs us both again, says 'Goodbye' and wanders off reluctantly to board his plane. Sadie and I wait until he's gone through the gate and we can't see him anymore. I wipe away the tears that I allowed to fall after Dad was too far away to see them. I really am going to miss him. I know he's not moving that far away, but I'm not going to see him everyday. In fact, he's going to be so busy with his new promotion that I probably won't be seeing him at all. I can't help but feel sad about that.

I turn to Sadie, who also has tears in her eyes. "Are you all packed?" I ask, hoping she won't mention anything about my living situation.

"Yep, we're pretty much ready to go. Kwest is excited about his new job more than anything." Kwest had been offered a new position sound mixing in LA for up and coming R&B acts. Once Sadie agreed to go with him, he didn't hesitate taking the job. And I'm happy for him, even though he's stealing my sister away. "When does Jamie get back?"

"Oh, by the end of the week, I think." Lucky for me Jamie's been away on G-Major business for a week so neither of my family members has been able to speak directly to him. Thank God for small mercies. Both Sadie and Dad would be so damn mad if they knew the lies I've been telling them. All for something as stupid as a place to live. I really had to laugh at the mess I'd gotten myself into.

I look at my watch. "Shit. I'm supposed to be recording as we speak. Tommy's going to be pissed."

"Let's get going then. I have to go there anyway to pick up some things I left there."

We rushed towards the exit as fast as we could. Once on the highway, I drove as fast as my Mustang would go.

"Woah! Jude, watch where you're going!!" Sadie yelled. I was driving like a maniac, I admit. But I hate it when Tommy's mad and the later I am, the madder he's going to be for keeping him waiting. I sighed audibly. I wish I didn't care what he thought. My life would be much simpler.

We arrive at G-Major and I run up the steps and all the way into Studio A. Where, as I expected Tommy is sitting in front of the soundboard waiting with an annoyed expression painted on his face.

"Sorry!" I say, pleading. "Dad left this morning and I had to drive him to the airport."

"Cut her some slack, Quincy." Sadie says from the doorway. Clearly she followed me in. I turn around to tell her to go away but she cuts me off. "Jude, I forgot to tell you. If you need any more boxes when you're moving your stuff to Jamie's, Kwest and I left some extra ones in the basement."

"Thanks." Sadie waves, heading back out the door and I turn back to Tommy, who now, instead of looking angry, looks extremely puzzled.

"Did Sadie just say you're living with Jamie?" he asked. Before I can say anything he continues talking. "Because, curiously enough, I was talking to Jamie this morning about an artist he's bringing in and he told me to tell you that he'd be home on Friday if you needed help moving into your new place." Oh shit. I can feel my face falling. He gets up from his chair to stand in front of me.

"Look, Quincy, we need to get working. I'll just go get set up in there." Before I can move a muscle, Tommy grabs my arm.

"Jude, where exactly are you going to be living?"