A/N: I own nothing, otherwise the finale wouldn't have sucked.
Tommy knew he had flavors of the week. Hell, he had flavors of the night. Once he tried something, he didn't want it any more. However, he knew anything with Jude would be different. Jude was different. He rested his head between his hands. He shouldn't- couldn't- be having these thoughts about her.
"Tommy," Jude whined from the chair next to him, "we've been at it for hours. Let's take a break." The mention of going at it caused an uncomfortable ache in his boxers.
"We're finished for the day, you got a lot down today." Tommy needed to go home and take a cold shower, clear his head, find a random girl to work the frustration out of his system with. Jude hesitated.
"Tommy, can I catch a ride?"
"Sure thing girl. Where's the 'Stang?" Tommy asked, knowing full well it was out of commission, the transmission having quite literally fallen out.
"Don't ask," Jude sighed. Tommy smirked. He knew her bad driving would catch up with her.
"I saw that, Quincy." Jude backhanded him in the chest and he caught her wrist.
"Sure you wanna do that, girl?" He growled. Jude tried to pull away, but Tommy grabbed her around her small waist and hefted her over his shoulder, fireman style.
"Let me down Tommy!" Jude squealed, beating his back with her fists. A cough stilled the Jude's fists and she and Tommy both looked toward the door, frozen like deer caught in headlights.
"Hope I'm not interrupting anything," Darius said pointedly. Tommy slid Jude to the floor, and they both straightened out their clothing.
"What is it D?" Tommy asked as casually as possible, feigning nonchalance.
"Jude, you need a new song. My Sweet Time got its glory, and we need something new down now," Darius said, the business tone reserved for serious matters and Liam in place. "The public is getting antsy, and you know as well as I do-"
"Time is money. But D, I've got a new track laid. Tommy and Kwest were just going-" Darius cut into Jude's protests.
"Jude, I don't give a damn about your new song. It's good, but it's far from the hit we need. I'm sending the two of you on a field trip, and by the time you get back, I better have a hit."
Tommy and Jude looked at each other, considering this.
"Where are we going?" Tommy asked.
"I'm sending you down to northern New York, a little farm my friend owns. You'll stay there for the weekend."
"My parents-"
"Have been contacted." Darius cut in. "You're leaving tomorrow morning. T, I expect magic."