This takes place after season 2. I haven't put anything from the new season. I might work some of the plot into this, I'm not sure yet. Everything has happened in season 2 in this story like in season two on the show. It takes place a few months after Tommy leaving.

I will try and update this as much as possible. For those of you who have read my stories Always There and You're Saying Goodbye, you know I am unable to update them. Hopefully I will be able to update them soon. I will be able to update this more, I just don't know when.

I don't own anything, just the main idea.

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All At Once

Chapter One – The Beginning

A few months back everything was fine. I still had what mattered most to me. I still had Tommy, he hadn't left yet. He was still here helping me make it through everyday.

Now I sit here today wondering what to do. You see the night he left, I had a nervous breakdown. I left my CD release party to find comfort in the one person I knew would help me. Mason. He's my best friend besides Tommy and Jamie. Mason has helped me through many things. Like when Spied and I were fighting. He really helped me in the first couple of weeks after Tommy's disappearance. He let me cry on his shoulder late at night when I couldn't sleep because I was having nightmares of the night he left.

Mason had left two days before Tommy did to start his tour. So when Tommy did his little disappearing act, I fled to Barrie to be with Mason. He was in the middle of his set when I arrived so he was unable to tend to my rapidly breaking heart. So as I waited for his set to be over, I sat at the bar. And as I waited a guy, who at the time I thought was just a fan, asked if he could get a picture. You know me; I can't let down my fans so I agreed. After the picture he bought me a shot, and another, and another. By the time Mason finished his set I was trashed beyond belief. I remember him telling me he had a few more interviews to do. I also told him I wasn't going to make it.

He gave me the keys to his room, and went back to do his interviews. The guy from before comes up to me with a shot and says one for the road. And the last thing I know is I was up in the room and seeing some sort of flash but not knowing where it came from.

So now back to me sitting here. You probably want to know where here is. I am in Studio A looking at pictures of me passed out. You could say I now know what those flashes were. I don't know what to do. I can't go to Darius; He'll have a cow. How could I have been so stupid? I thought.

"Man this is so messed up."

"What is?" I hear from behind me. I turn to see Kwest standing in the doorway.

"Nothing." I reply a little to quickly. Only to receive a look that says "Yeah I am sure it's nothing."

"Jude you know you can tell me. I won't judge you."

"Yeah I know." I pause, "But I am not sure I am ready to tell anyone. When I decide I'll call you." I tell him, hoping he'll drop the subject.

"Okay Jude, but I was trying to help."

"I know Kwest, and I appreciate it, but I am just a little passed being in over my head." Trying to get him to understand that I don't need any help.

"Does this have anything to do with Tommy being gone?" Now, what on earth would have him believe that any of this had to do with Tommy?

"No, Kwest It doesn't. It has absolutely nothing do with Tommy. It has to do with what happened on the night of my release party." I spat angrily at him. This had nothing to do with him. Why is he butting in? I thought to myself.

"What happened, Jude?" He pleaded. I can't tell him. He'll tell Darius. I kept telling myself.

"Nothing Kwest. And if it was something, I'm not telling you. I'm going to go now. Tell Darius that I am taking a few days off." I tell him as I grab my stuff.

"I'll tell him."

"Thanks Kwest." I thanked him and walked out of Studio A and out of G-major.

I was going to get in my car and drive home but I decided to take a walk and clear my head. Maybe I'll find a way to deal with the photos. I don't know how long I had been walking but somehow I ended up at this little park. I sat down on the swings and remembered the last time I was on a swing. It had been Jamie and Kat. We were thirteen and it was at a park down the street from my house.

-Flashback-

"Where do you see yourself in ten years?" I asked my friends.

"I see myself as a high end fashion designer. And married to Johnny Depp." My best friend Kat replied. Her answer made me giggle. And make Jamie make a retching sound.

"Ew, Kat he is SO Old. And I see myself still best friends with you guys. But also I want to be a big A&R Rep guy for the music business. How about you Jude, where do you see yourself in ten years?" He said proud of his goal.

"I see myself as a full fledged musician." I said looking at the sand beneath my feet.

"We should have seen that coming, huh, Kat." Jamie remarked with a laugh.

"Yeah we should have. But it is nice to know that I'm not the only one who want to make it big somehow." Kat told him.

"Yeah but I don't want to just make music and sing. I want people to feel what I was feeling when I wrote the song. Or they know exactly what I was thinking when I wrote it because they went through it too or are going through it. You know what I mean?" I asked hoping they would understand.

"Yeah we know." They replied simultaneously

-End Flashback-

That day was a great day. We had no cares in the world. We were only kids. We didn't know what the future had in store for us. Who knew Kat and me wouldn't be friends. That Jamie and I would've dated. Or that he would have Patsy, someone who is the complete opposite of him. I didn't see any of these things. I always thought we would be friends forever. I didn't think that there would be a day when I didn't talk to them. Then again I never thought Tommy would leave or that these pictures would happen, but he did and so did they. So I guess I was wrong.

I'm not sure how long I sat there. But by the time the memory faded, it was dark. I grabbed my phone to see what time it was. It read 6:45. I open it to find I have three missed calls and three new voicemails. I scroll down the list to see who called me. One was Sadie, and one was Darius. The last one was, the one that screamed at me the most. It was a blocked number.

"I wonder who that could be." I wondered out loud. I got up from the swing I was on and started to head back to G-major. I was ready to go home and since I didn't know how long of a walk it would be back, I decided to listen to my messages. I did all the necessary things, to listen to them. "You have three new messages," the automated voice said to me. "First new message."

"Jude its Darius. I need you to come back to the studio. I need to talk to you. Hopefully you can be back here by 7:30. It is important that I tell you this tonight. See you soon. Bye." Fast and to the point, just like Darius.

"Next new message" That stupid voice said.

"Jude its Sadie. Darius is looking for you. You've been gone for over an hour and no one knows where you are. Darius said he called you but you didn't answer. He did say that when I got through to tell you that you absolutely need to be here by 7:30. I'm worried about you; call me when you get this. Love you Bye." Just like Sadie, She worries over everything. I deleted it, and waited for the next message. Surprised by whom it was from.

"Hey…" I know that voice. I have missed that voice. "Man, Jude, I am sorry. I don't know what to say." He didn't know what to say. He is the one that left me. And he didn't know what to say. Typical Tommy. "I never meant to leave the way I did. There were some things Darius needed me to take care of. I don't really want to tell you this over the phone or in a message. I called from a blocked number because I didn't think you would pick up if you knew it was me. I just got off the phone with Darius; he said you didn't answer his call or Sadie's. I hope you're okay girl. I was calling to tell you I would be home tonight, some time around 7:00…. I missed you girl. Bye." I saved the message and closed my phone and put it back in my pocket.

"He's home. Great, just what I need." I thought bitterly. "Jude stop. He said it was for Darius." "Yeah but he still left and said he wasn't coming back." "Yeah but he is back," I argued with myself.

-Flashback-

I was waiting for him at the restaurant. He was late. I saw his car pull up and I fixed my hair. He looked angry.

"I have a plane to catch." He said, standing before a very worried/confused/hurt me. His blue eyes looked pained, and he was fidgeting with the bottom of his jacket.

"Just sit. Talk to me." I pleaded. This couldn't be happening. It was our fist date. He glanced out the window, and I wanted to look back, but I was afraid that if I lost sight of him, he would disappear

"I don't think I'll be coming back." He said slowly before shrugging. "Bye." With that he turned and walked out the door. I jumped up. Wanting to run after him.

"Tommy!"

"Miss. Should I print up your bill?" The waiter asked I let out a frustrated sigh before throwing some amount of money at him and rushing out the door.

"Tommy!" I called again. But he didn't listen. He just got into the car, some bald man in the passengers seat. "Tommy! Tommy! Tom! TOM!" I kept yelling, and banging on the passengers door. But he just sped off and didn't look back, leaving me alone to break down in the middle of the street.

-End Flashback-

I started to cry as I remembered that horrible night. I dropped to my knees and cried. I cried for the pictures. I cried for Tommy leaving. I cried for my mom's departure and marriage to Don. I cried for everything that has happened to me in the past two years.

When my tears subsided, I wiped my eyes and got off the ground. I was glad no one was around. I pulled my phone from my pocket to find that it read 7:20. I had ten minutes to get back to G-major. I looked up and noticed I was across the street. I looked both ways before crossing. Before I walked to the doors of G-major, I wiped my eyes one last time and took a deep breath. Dreading what was beyond the doors.