A/N: Please note, this fic is a sequel to my long-since finished baby, Cure My Tragedy. I feel you can probably get by in this fic without reading CMT if you so wish, but it probably wouldn't hurt to review it. I'll answer questions as they arise for those of you who did not read CMT and do my best to explain the situations to refresh and/or inform you to what happened in the past. I don't know how much I'll be able to do it, but I'll try my hardest.

Disclaimer: This goes for all chapters; I do not own the characters of Instant Star. I just like to use and abuse them. Briana Lynn Quincy and other characters you do not recognize are all my own creations.

Cure My Tragedy Summary: I will not give away the ending for those interested in reading CMT, but that fic is an alternate universe. It opened with Jude and Tommy having a secret relationship just before her 18th birthday that started after Unsweet 16 (this fic was also written during the wait from season 1 to season 2). Anyway, one night at the studio, Tommy and Jude are discussing her 18th and leave the empty studio with a kiss goodnight. Tommy is then found by Stuart Harrison and is told to break up with his daughter or he'd be sure Tommy did time as a pedophile. Needless to say, Tommy decided to break up with Jude knowing that Stuart would know if he didn't. Jude found out previously her father was moving to New York with Yvette and she packed her bags and went with him. Three years later (Jude would be 20; Tom 27) Jude finds out that Stuart was the reason her and Tommy broke up and she returns to Toronto to find Tom Quincy had started a solo career and has a new love in his life. Drama unfolds, hearts are broken, and some are mended. That's all I'm going to say on CMT's behalf here at this time. I don't want to give away the whole fic if someone decided from the summary that they want to go read it.

Black Sunday Summary: Takes place three years after the events of Cure My Tragedy. Tommy and Jude thought they had faced it all, until an event happens that blows their world apart.

Thanks: I'd like to thank my Real Life Best Friend, The Rockerbabe for her contributions to the plot of this fic. You gave me some great ideas hon, and I love ya dearly for it. I'd also like to thank my "ho" Jude Quincy who is my other half and helped me work out some plot issues I was having in regards to this fic and gave me her own insight on a few plot bunnies around 2-3 am most nights and I love you for it JQ! Without the above mentioned persons, this fic probably wouldn't have happened because I was too lost as to how to get my plot rolling and I thank you both from the bottom of my heart for letting me ramble on incessantly for hours on end about this plot….kinda like now.

Enough of my rambles, if I forgot something else…I'll add it in later. Yes, I know, a whole page of "crap" so we'll get onto the fic and pray I didn't forget anything else. ;)


Black Sunday

Prologue
3 years after Cure My Tragedy

I closed my daughter's bedroom door behind me as I slipped into the semi-darkness of the hallway. It'd taken awhile, but I finally got Briana Lynn Quincy to bed.

Briana, my three year old daughter, has always been a daddy's girl and has become accustomed to Tommy's near-constant presence. But work called, and late nights are occurring more and more frequently. I sighed and walked down the hall, picking up random toys that lay discarded around the house and put them in Bri's play room.

As I exited the play room, I heard the front door open and I walked down the stairs to see my disgruntled husband and father of my daughter standing in the door, toeing off his shoes.

"Hey," I greeted and he looked over at me and smiled tiredly. After three years of marriage, you'd think I'd be use to that smile. The one that still makes my knees go weak and my heart melt.

"Hey."

We met halfway and he kissed me chastely before leaving me and collapsing on the couch in the other room. I felt slightly disappointed by the brush off but crossed the foyer to enter the living room.

"Bri asleep?" He asked me and I nodded.

"It took awhile to get her down, but once her head hit the pillow, she was out." I told him and he nodded as I sat down next to him. I curled my legs up on the couch and lay my head on his shoulder as he wrapped an arm around me. He kissed the top of my head and we fell into a comfortable silence.

My life has changed so much in the last three years. Tom and I had a daughter, we got married, and now, both of us are adjusting to the life of the married and parents. We had our problems over the years, both of us having to step up, but the problems seemed to be fewer and far between. I smiled to myself as I thought about our rocky road to marriage.

My father wasn't all that happy when he found out Tom and I were getting married and having a child together. He accused Tommy of taking advantage of me and I ended up in the hospital. Long story short, Stuart Harrison changed his tune and was attempting to be civil to Tommy. Tommy would much rather go three rounds with him but keeps that impulse in check because he knows I still love my dad. I actually think deep down, they both actually like each other but they're too stubborn to admit it.

I have the confidence that nothing could break our family apart because despite everything that was thrown at us, despite what my father did in the past, our love prevailed. It is that strong and when things get rough, I remember that thought; the thought that comforts me and reminds me that we can beat anything. Get through anything. Together.

Sitting here in the silence of our medium-sized house, in Tom's arms, I knew I wouldn't have wanting my life to turn into anything different, be anything different.