"Best Friends?"

Summary: Tommy Quincy hates Jamie Andrews with a passion. But why? Takes place after "Date With the Night".

Author's Note: I've always wondered about Tommy and Jamie's "friendship", if it can be called that, because in one episode Tommy will be letting Jamie borrow a studio for SME and in the next he'll be trashing him. So I've decided to write a story that will show the reasons behind their animosity toward each other and will hopefully have a little something, something for everyone. It's a bit of a dark fic too, so if you're in the mood for light-hearted bickering don't look here.

Tommy Quincy sat in his room, allowing the sounds of Jude's sophomore album to fill the room and wash over him like a wave of sound. Someone began knocking on his door but he simply turned the music up louder, hoping to drown out the sound. "Quincy, I know you're in there!" someone called.

Sighing, Tommy turned off the cd player and opened his door. "What are you doing here?" he demanded, startled to see Jamie on the other side of the door.

"We've got trouble," the young man replied, his face unreadable.

"How did you find me?" Tommy was beginning to get annoyed for some reason but then again Jamie always had a way of pissing him off for no good reason.

"I called Chas," Jamie said, his face still emotionless. "Told him what happened and he gave me this address. Darius let me borrow a company jet to come down here and check up on Mason's tour and I decided to stop by and say hi."

"Well you said it," Tommy replied attempting to shut the door in his face. Jamie however seemed to be ready for a move like that and blocked the door with his foot.

"Jude's in deep shit, Tommy," Jamie said, his face finally showing emotion.

Tommy paused and asked, "How bad?"

"Bad. Somebody sent this to G Major." Jamie handed him a package. Tommy tore it open and was horrified to see pictures of a drunken Jude inside.

"Good God," Tommy whispered.

"It gets worse," Jamie said, taking the photos and showing him the last few. There were of Jude, still passed out, nude and arranged in various sexual positions.

Tommy felt his entire body swell with rage and he was surprised when he saw the same look in Jaime's eyes. They both wanted to hurt this bastard. "Did he?" Tommy managed.

Jamie shook his head. "Jude's still a virgin. She just went for a check-up the other day and her mom sprung the test on her."

Tommy gave a sigh of relief. "Thank god for small favors."

"Listen, Tommy," Jamie began, "I didn't show these to anybody. Not to Darius not to Liam and certainly not to Jude's parents."

Tommy gave him an inquisitive look. "Why not?"

Jamie swallowed nervously before saying, "I was thinking that me and you...could, you know...pay this a guy visit?"

Tommy felt his anger at the young man return. "And do what Jamie? Hurt him? Kill him? Cause that'll go over real well with the cops, not to mention Jude."

Jamie held up his hands in defense. "Okay, okay. You're right. I just...I just wanna see this scumbag get what he deserves."

Tommy put the pictures away and handed them back to Jamie. "And he will. Trust me on that, man."

Jamie looked to his feet before he said, "She misses you."

Tommy sighed and sat back down at his desk. "I miss her, too."

Jamie looked up at him. "Then come back with me. She needs you, Tommy. Especially now."

Tommy slowly rose to his feet. "Did Chas tell you why I'm here, Jamie?"

The intern struggled to say something and finally settled on, "You have a daughter."

"Yeah, I do," Tommy said quietly. "And her mother just died. She needs me too, Jamie."

"But what about Jude?" Jamie blurted out.

"She has you and Spied and D and her family, man," Tommy answered. "She don't need me."

"She ran away after you left," Jamie spoke, after a few moments of silence. "We had to put Patsy on to cover for her at the launch party. I went after her and found her in a hotel with Mason. The same hotel where I think these pictures were taken."

Tommy did a double take. "Are you trying to say that if I hadn't left she wouldn't have had this happen to her?"

"Think about it, Tommy," Jamie shot back. "If you had stayed she would've performed at her wrap party and never gone to that freakin' hotel and never had those goddamn pictures taken!"

Tommy stepped back as if Jamie had struck him. Jamie was right. If hadn't left none of that would have happened. But he had to come. Cyril hadn't left him a choice. Anna hadneeded him. But Jude needed him, too.

"Alright," he finally spoke. "I'll go back."

Jamie, who had prepared himself for abuse, both physical and verbal, relaxed and nodded his consent. "Thank you."

Tommy walked over to him until their faces were inches apart. "But don't ever talk to me like that again."

Jamie cracked a smile and said, "It felt kinda good, to tell you truth."

Tommy chuckled mockingly. "Don't," he said simply, letting his tone do the threatening.

Jamie backed up a couple of steps and said, "Alright."

"Now," Tommy said, "I've gotta get Anna ready. The Quincys are going home."

Author's Note 2: Well that's the first chapter of this long and torturous story. Hope you like it so far. R&R!