The Razor's Edge

Disclaimer: I own nothing...sad eyes....

Pairing: Will eventually be Jommy, of course! Hahaha...Jommy makes me want to laugh...

Rating: Will probably be anywhere from T (for teenage mischief) to M (for mature audiences only)

Note: I'm a little peeved that they decided to end the series finale with a "I need my space" type thing, especially when all four years they've had such great chemistry....AHHHHHH....So this is my little tribute to what should have been...I've decided that for this story I am going to do it from the pov of both Jude and Tommy. It's a little bit different from what I've done with the other ones, but I hope it still makes the grade with my toughest critics...

Chapter One

JUDE:

"So before I perform my last song I have a bit of an announcement to make...I was planning to debut my new basement song tonight, but you're gonna have to wait for the album for that one. Its a fantastic song and I love it..." I cock my head to one side and glance at Tommy. A tear trickles down my cheek as I realize that I might just break his heart in the process of my self-discovery.

"...Its just not where my head's at right anymore. So I'm gonna do another song instead and its about a girl who is just about to fly off and see the world. And in order to release her wings she has to do it alone..." I'm surprised that Tommy is taking this so well.

"So thank you for holding my hand, and thanks for letting me go." The end. That's the end of him and me...of Jommy as he so affectionately refers to us....

2 Months Later...

"Jude, hurry up! We're on in four minutes!" I hear Rachel yell as I tear my dressing room apart looking for my lucky necklace.

"I can't go on...I can't go on....I can't go on....I can't go on....I can't go on..." I chant as I throw pillows, tip drawers and basically create chaos in a supposedly zen space.

"What's wrong?"

"I can't find my necklace!" I shout at her.

"Huh?"

"My lucky necklace! The one that Jamie got me! I've lost it!" I scream, "I can't go on!"

Rachel looks annoyed and asks, "Is it a gold chain with an ugly guitar pick in the centre?"

"Don't even joke," I tearfully chide her. "Don't even..."

It was then that I look up and notice her staring at me. But she isn't saying anything...she is simply staring.

"Earth to Rach..." I wave my hand in front of her face. Nothing.

She is still staring at me with an intense gaze...or possibly past me. I whip myself around to see that the necklace is hanging around the corner of the mirror's edge, practically teetering, just ready to topple over at any moment. I grab it, just as I stab myself on its corner and watch as it falls to the ground, shattering at my feet. This spurs Rachel into action. She rushes to the back room to grab a first aid kit.

"One minute," the coordinator of the event tells me.

"She can't go on," Rachel snaps back.

"She what?" the coordinator asks, as if she can't believe this is happening.

"Do you not see the glass in her fucking leg?" Rachel practically spits at her.

"I will give you ten more minutes to get the glass from her fucking leg, and then she will perform...or you will be hearing from our lawyers...take your pick..." With that, she turns on her heels. I hear her clapping for one of her minions and she resumes her insignificant existence.

Twenty minutes later, the chants of "Jude! Jude! Jude!" are growing in volume, and the coordinator comes back and barks, "Get out there...NOW!"

"She's still got fucking glass in her fucking leg!"

As I limp to the stage I can hear Rachel still shouting on my behalf..."If anything happens to her..."

Everything becomes drowned out as I strum the first cords of my hit single, "My Sweet Time".

"...I know how it feels when the band kicks in...."

I close my eyes and I can feel the pounding of the drums in my head. I open my eyes and look over at my band and smile. I feel so young. I feel so free.

"...I don't know where the next road goes, but I feel the wheels roll down below me..."

"Thank you!" I shout as my band and I walk off the stage.

I really lucked out with my band. I was in London for less than a month when Shane, Ryan, and Tom show up. And all of them are in relationships. So jackpot! No messy relationship woes will I have to worry about...

After the show I lock the door and I grab my guitar and just begin to strum.

"I could say that I don't care, but the truth is I'd follow you anywhere. I've been waiting such a long, long time. Don't you dare...change your mind..."

Whenever I sing this I can practically see him and taste him.

I hear the lock click, and the door open.

"Hello Jude."