A/N: So, basically all my other stories I've officially put on hiatus because I got a big hankering to write this lol. I hope everyone likes it, it's another idea I haven't seen done and I hope it turns out good! It's not going to be nearly as long as my other fics, mainly cuz it'd be really hard to make this kinda story that long. but otherwise, hope you all like it!

Please take a seat as I tell you the story of the ultimate love. This love transcended any obstacle, no matter how big or small, how weak or strong, their love conquered it. Ask anyone who knew them, nothing stood in the way of their love. See, the story doesn't start with where they first met or when they both realized their love for each other. No, it starts forty-seven months and 50 weeks after they had been together. The two had known each other for quite some time, just about 36 months and 25 in a half weeks amount of time.

And if my reader is asking why the story starts so late into their relationship, it is because there is no need for the details of the before hand. See, all that happened in the past, no longer matters. The mistakes the two had made, the times they caused each other pain, it all faded away one night. Now, the story begins on another lonely night for our heroine, Miss Jude Harrison.

Since about a month before, she had been diagnosed with insomnia. On this night she woke up and found herself with ice cold sweat beads on her forehead, and her breath coming in short shallow sets.

As a proper narrator, I should state some background information on our heroine and hero. Miss Jude Harrison was the first winner of the ever-famous music contest Instant Star. From there, she had met her hero, Tom Quincy, her producer, best friend, and all around soul mate. Miss Harrison was only fifteen at the time, much too young to be with the twenty-two year old, Mr. Quincy. Mr. Quincy was a very attractive man. A few years before, he had once been a part of the ultimate pop boy band Boyz Attack. When the group split apart, he had sworn never to turn back to his past.

Our heroine, Miss Harrison, is now twenty-two years old, no longer a singer, but a producer, and lives on her own. Once she was out of bed, she had walked over to her bathroom, opened her medicine cabinet and removed an orange medicine bottle from the shelf. Opening the lid, she extracted two pills and returned the lid and bottle back to its rightful place in the cabinet. Placing both pills in her mouth and swallowing, she took one look at herself in the mirror, and then looked away, thinking to herself "Everything's okay, Jude. Just go back to sleep,"

Miss Harrison walked back into her bedroom and wrapped herself tightly in her favorite blanket, allowing the effects of the prescription medicine to take over her body and drift her into a peaceful slumber.

Now our hero enters the story. Mr. Thomas Quincy stood on top of a roof, a mind of an unheard of identity standing beside him. The two stood together in silence, one waiting for the other to say something, and the other waiting for something to come to mind. Mr. Quincy looked up at the stars, and then back over to the fading city lights of Toronto, Canada.

"What do you remember, Thomas?" the unidentified man asked. Mr. Quincy removed his gaze from the city and turned to the man.

"Is that my name?" he asked with hope in his eyes for an affirmative answer.

"I believe so. You must have really been pushed outta there to not even remember your own name," the man remarked turning his eyes back to the city before him.

"Where did I come from?" Tommy was at a loss at everything. He couldn't remember a single fact about himself. He was absolutely desperate for any sort of information.

"You'll remember soon enough. Until then, get used to me being around. I'm sort of like your own 'Yoda'," the man said this all with a cheerful grin on his face. Tommy just looked at him as if he were insane.

"Isn't that a character from Star Wars?" He had lost knowledge of himself, not of the world.

"Wow, you catch on quick. Don't you, Thomas?" the man teased as he walked towards the edge of the roof and sat down.

"What am I doing here?"

"We'll get to that when you remember everything," the man replied.

"Well, then what am I going to do until then?" Tommy asked. The man stood up and so Tommy followed the man's actions.

"We watch and learn. Maybe someone from your old life will tell us something," the man was looking at a specific window and Tommy was trying to figure out which one exactly.

"Okay then, of all roofs to stand on, why are we on this one?" Tommy then gave up and decided to sit down on the roof.

"See that window?"

Tommy nodded. He shifted his body so that he was leaning in the direction that would give him a better view of what the man was trying to show him.

"What can you see in the window?"

Tommy continued to look into the window. He squinted his eyes a bit, but because of the glare from the street lamps, the task was too hard to complete. Tommy gave up and sat back on the balls of his hands.

"A room. But other than that, it's too hard to look through," Tommy then looked up at the man, "So what now Yoda?"

"Well since that plan failed miserably. We'll just have to wait until tomorrow morning,"

"And until then we-" The man cut off Tommy's sentence with the snap of his fingers as the two disappeared right off the roof.

The next morning, Miss Harrison was found eating a pop tart and drinking her usual cup of morning coffee. She was dressed in a pair of jeans, an old Beatles tee shirt, some converse, and a famous leather jacket. The entire apartment was quiet except for Jude's music filling the silent spaces. Jude looked at the clock and realized she only had about ten minutes until she had to leave. Jude walked into her bedroom, picking up her journal, and a tee shirt up from the floor. When she bent down to pick up the shirt, something had caught the corner of her eye.

It was the corner of a picture stuck behind her night stand. Jude put the shirt on top of her bed as she stretched behind to grab the picture. When Jude had the picture in her hand, she immediately recognized it.

Me and Tommy...

The photo brought back memories that Jude had left locked in her heart. As Miss Harrison continued to look at the picture, she began a trip down memory lane of the night when that photo had been taken.

"C'mon Jude! The ride's about to start!" Tommy exclaimed. He tugged Jude's hand as a sign to make her walk faster. Jude just smiled at his child like behavior.

"I thought I was the kid tonight," Jude remarked, the two had just finished wrapping up her fourth album.

"But it's a Ferris wheel! It's cheesy fun! Besides, it'll give me an even bigger excuse to be closer to you," Tommy whispered the last sentence into her ear as he had pulled her closer.

Jude surrendered once she felt his breath tickle her ear. The two ran over to the Ferris wheel and took the last seat. Coincidentally, Sadie, Jude's sister, and Kwest, Tommy's best friend, were in the seat in front of them. That night was a night to celebrate the wrapping of Jude's fourth album. It had become a tradition at G Major to take the next night off after an album had finished.

"So, on a scale of 1-10, what would you rate this album?" Jude asked, resting her head on Tommy's shoulder.

"Mmm, I can't rate it," Tommy snaked his arm around Jude's waist, bringing her closer to him.

"And why not?" Jude asked, her hands becoming entangled with Tommy's free hand.

"Because all of you albums are great. And they keep getting better and better," Tommy replied.

The two smiled at each other. Tommy grazed her nose with his, as she gave him a small peck on the lips. Their smile continued as they gazed into each other's eyes. Their moment of contentment was ruined when they felt the ride stop just as the two were at the top of the Ferris wheel.

"Ladies and gentlemen, we are experiencing some technical difficulties, please just relax and be patient, we'll have you all down shortly," said the manager of the carnival.

"We're stuck up here!" Jude yelled as a crowd of people started to develop around the broken ferris wheel.

"It's going to be fine, I'm here," Tommy said, bringing Jude closer and tightening his arm around her waist, as if he was the only one around that could protect her. Tommy turned Jude's head to face his as the two leaned their foreheads together, he kissed her softly. Just as the two pulled away, Kwest had snapped a picture of the two, forever saving that moment.

Jude returned from her reverie and opened up a random drawer, placing the picture carefully inside. She grabbed the things she had initially came into the room for and quickly left. Jude placed the items in her messenger bag as she locked her front door and got into her car. She drove with the radio playing softly in the background. Once Jude had made it to G Major, she walked over into hospitality and grabbed a cup of coffee.

"I'm betting that's your fourth cup this morning," said Jude's best and longest friend, Jamie Andrews. The two had known each other ever since they could remember.

"Second, and actually I got more sleep than usual last night," Jude replied with a shrug of her shoulders, "go figure,"

"How many hours this time?"

"Five. That's a lot ever since I was diagnosed. And plus I just started getting into the habit or remembering to take the medication," Jude finished the cup of coffee and reached inside the refrigerator and grabbed a water bottle.

"Ready to work, Jude?" said Vincent Spiederman. Vincent preferred to be called by his last name, he was the lead guitarist of Jude's back up band the Spiederman Mind Explosion, except now that Jude was a producer, she would be producing their first album.

"Ew, work should not be in your vocabulary!" Jude exclaimed as she led the boys into Studio A.

"Sorry, just not sure what to call it since we're finally cutting our own album, dude!" Spiederman remarked.

"It's still recording Speed, you guys got somethin' for me to work with?" Jude asked. Spiederman pulled out five three subject spiral notebooks and dropped them on the ground.

Jude's eyes had widened out of bewilderment and astonishment. She found herself unable to pull her eyes away from them. "What are those?"

"These, are the notebooks that Wally and I have filled with every song we've ever written," Spiederman said as the four them just continued to look down at the notebooks. Spiederman, Wally and Kyle were staring down at them with pride, and Jude just nodding with impress.

"Okay then. Let's start with the most recent-"

"Actually, I have a suggestion," Spiederman grabbed the third notebook and flipped a couple pages in and handed the notebook to Jude.

Believe the news

I'm gone

For good

Call off

The search

No one will know

That I'm down here…

"These are kind of…depressing Speed. It's about dying over a girl," Jude remarked as she continued to read the lyrics.

"Yeah, I know. But the music is what really changes everything," the young man motioned for everyone else to get to their instruments as he strapped his guitar over his shoulder.

"Just listen," Wally said as Jude sat down and Spiederman started to play the power chords that made up the intro. Jude listened intently, Speed's voice had then crept in, fitting in perfectly. But Jude wasn't sold yet, there was still more to consider before wanting to record the song.

Believe

The note

I left

For you

You can't turn back the clocks…

With the rising of Spiederman's voice, came the pounding drums and throbbing bass line. Jude smiled at the energy the boys were putting into the song as they continued to play.

I'm in a car underwater

With time to kill

Thinkin' back

I forgot to tell you this

I don't care that you left

And abandoned me

What hurts more

Is I would still die for you

Jude fell in love with the chorus. The song was sold once the chorus hit, it combined everything, it showed off most of the band's talents, and it was catchy. The boys finished and Jude said nothing at all still.

"Jude? How was it?" Kyle asked nearly breathless from all the energy he used to play the drums as best he could.

Jude walked over to the studio door, held it open and said "We've got a song to record,"

The boys yelled their celebrations and grabbed their instruments, each being very careful with the drums, and set everything up to record. Kwest watched from behind the glass door, the boys recording, and Jude being their producer. Darius stood next to Kwest, his arms folded across his chest with a smile on his face.

"Been a long time since we've seen energy like that in this studio," Kwest remarked, he wasn't smiling, but he was happy at the bottom of it all.

"Too long. Since the accident, I thought she would never get back into the studio for anything," Darius walked over to hospitality. Kwest followed him.

"Do you think her depression is almost over?" Kwest asked with concern in his eyes.

"She's not in depression-"

"But I heard her and Jamie-"

"You misunderstood. Jude is an employee here so I get all updates on her medical needs. She's not on medication for depression, it's for insomnia. Ever since the accident she hadn't been able to get even an hour's worth of sleep. She had only told Jamie and me, so we asked her how long this has been going on for, and she said ever since that night. So I told her to set up an appointment and he diagnosed her as an insomniac. She's starting to move on, granted, it is sooner than I had expected, but at least she's attempting to," Darius explained.

"Next week makes it a year since all of this," Kwest remarked, looking away and down at the ground.

"Hey, I have a meeting scheduled tomorrow to talk about this. We'll discuss this then," Darius said firmly.

"You're seriously going to make Jude sit through a meeting discussing this? That's a bit harsh don't you think?" Ever since Tommy had left, Kwest made it his right to watch over Jude.

"She wasn't the only one hurting over this. I know it hit you hard, just as it did a lot of people who were close to him. This is something that Jude, SME, Jamie, Portia, Liam, Sadie, you and me are going to discuss tomorrow. Just us, no one else," Darius said with finality as he walked away.

Kwest just watched him walk away. He couldn't understand what it must have been like for anyone else. They all had their own stories of how it affected them. Kwest just sighed and returned to the studio where his artist was waiting to record.

Now our hero returns with the snap of the man from the night before's fingers. The two appeared in the middle of lobby of G Major. Tommy looked around the lobby, confused of where he was. He felt nothing towards the room. Not a sense of emotion or feeling towards his surroundings.

"Why are we here?" Tommy asked, his eyes darting in every direction of the room.

"You don't recognize this place either?" the man asked with disappoint in his voice.

"Not this place, not the last place, or the five places before that," Tommy remarked with sarcasm in his voice.

"Well, you used to work here, Thomas," the man answered taking a seat on one of the couches.

"I used to work here? What is this place?" Tommy asked, curiosity sparking inside of him.

"G Major, home to many musical artists. You used to be one of the greatest music producers in the country," the man then got up from his seat and inspected the place as well.

"But, I don't remember any of it. I'm looking at everything around me and I don't see any meaning behind it. There's nothing here that I feel. Why can't you just tell me who I am and what I'm doing here?" Tommy exclaimed starting to grow frustrated.

"What will you gain if I tell you everything, Thomas?" the man asked looking him with pure serious tones spread throughout his eyes, "You'll have the knowledge you're looking for in due time. If I tell you everything, you'll know it, but you won't feel the meaning in it. So just try and enjoy this while you can,"

"Enjoy this? There's nothing to-" Our hero stopped his rant as he saw our blonde heroine walk out of the studio. He felt what should have been a breath in his lungs stop and what should have been a heart beat freeze as she walked into hospitality and grabbed a bagel. He was absolutely captivated with every move she made.

"I...who...what's going on..." Tommy watched her walk back into the studio with the bagel and a cup of coffee in her hands.

"Does she look familiar to you, Thomas?" the man asked with a knowing grin on his face.

"I must have known her. I had to. This feeling, it's...it's so huge. It's a lot. Who is she?" Tommy asked, eager to know if she was or wasn't in his life.

"I can't tell you that. You'll figure it out on your own," Tommy sighed as he heard these words.

"C'mon, maybe if we continue to look around, you'll remember something," the man led Tommy through the hallways of the studio while everyone worked unknowingly.

Our heroine walked back into the studio finishing her bagel. Spiederman walked out of the studio, Kyle and Wally following right behind.

"How was that dude?" Kyle asked, collapsing on to the couch.

"Hang on, let me listen to the play back," Jude grabbed a notebook and then pressed play. They all listened closely to the first take, Jude taking a couple notes here and there.

Make time

Slower

Give me

Longer

It's too late

For me

No one will know

That I'm down here

And believe your dreams

Of me

Sinkin'

So far

Below

You can't pull me up form here

So don't try

Jude wrote a few more notes on to the paper, her hand flowing with the music as she added some more notes to the paper. She loved the chorus; she didn't want anything about it to change. It was the second verse that had the most changes, the vocals were perfect, it was just the music that she wanted to change up a little. Jude wrote next to the last two lines before the chorus ended to let the guitar ring and just the drums and bass to continue playing with the vocals. And then once the lines were done, the guitar jumps back in.

"Okay, let's try it again with these changes," Jude said as the boys looked the notebook over.

"Yes, Miss Blondie Producer!" Wally exclaimed as he followed Kyle and Spiederman into the booth.

Jude smiled at their innocence when it came to music. She took the headphones into her hand and placed them over her ears. She held her hand in the air as she counted down for the boys to start playing. When they started she moved a twisted a few knobs and slid a few notches here and there.

As she slid the treble, she stopped. A few hairs on the back her neck stood up and this warm yet chilling feeling spread through out her body. It was a sense of the old, yet completely new, completely different. The emotion was enveloping her, she felt almost as if she were drowning in it. Jude looked behind her shoulder, but saw nothing. All that was there was the door she could have sworn was closed, but open.

Jude shrugged the bizarre occurrence off and turned her attention back to SME. But the feeling was still there. The ubiquitous emotion was filling ever empty space of the room, and even though all signs told her to get out, she couldn't help but stay and welcome it.

Our hero was sitting on the couch behind Jude, watching her, enthralled with every move she made. Her eyes had connected with where he was, but she did nothing. She couldn't see him. He saw her, but there was nothing he could do.

The man stood leaning against the door frame of the studio, "Thomas?"

"I remember her. I'm in love with her. She is the only person who knew me, the me no one could see, whoever that is. And I can't have her. She looked in my direction and saw nothing. Why are you showing me someone I can never have?" Tommy asked as he stood up to face the man.

"Because once you remember everything I can tell you what you're doing here," he answered.

"Who are you anyways? The only thing I can remember is being in love with her and then standing on top of a roof with you," Tommy remarked.

"Well, whatever, I'm you're guardian angel," he replied, not really caring anymore.

"Guardian angel? What-wait, so des that mean, I'm….oh gosh, I'm dead!" Tommy started to wave his hands in and out of himself, noticing there was no connection or feeling happening.

"Oh relax. Stop freaking out and listen to me! Yes, you are dead. But you died at the wrong time." Tommy stared at the angel in confusion "You weren't supposed to die the way you did,"

"Wasn't supposed to die? I thought God had control over these things!"

"Even God has his limits, Thomas. Something didn't go the way God had set it up and yeah, you know the end result," The angel said sympathetically.

"And that's supposed to make it all better? I AM DEAD! And the reason being that something didn't go as planned is supposed to make it okay?"

"No, it's not. What you're doing right now isn't living, but it's the best we can do for you. Actually it's the only thing we can do for you," the angel added.

"Just, tell me how I died," Tommy said as he continued to watch Jude.

The emotion was all encompassing. Jude felt like she couldn't breathe anymore, she struggled to keep her heart under control as the beating continued to progress harder and she constantly drank from her water bottle to try and calm down all the emotions she was feeling. It was a mix of anger, frustration, yet undying love. Jude hadn't felt anything like it before. And it was the most abnormal combination of emotions she had ever felt.

"I can't tell you that. You have to remember it," the angel remarked.

"Then what can you tell me?" Tommy yelled.

"Nothing until you have remembered everything!"

"So, hang on. I wanna make sure I've got everything. I have no memories at the moment, I'm dead, you're my guardian angel, I'm in love with Jude Harrison, and that my death was a mistake," Tommy summarized with a hint of cynicism.

"Correct," the angel nodded, his arms folded over his chest.

"Would it be safe to say that I'm going to heaven since you're here," Tommy asked.

"Depends, sort of have to see how this all plays out. I guess it's sort of like a second chance," the angel responded, looking at his shoes.

"Second chance? Second chance at what? I'm Dead!" Tommy exclaimed.

"Do you mind keeping your emotions in check? She can feel you," the angel remarked gesturing towards Jude.

"Feel me? She can walk right through me!"

"You two are in love with each other, idiot," the angel stated blatantly. "That kind of emotion transcends all. Haven't you ever seen Bruce Almighty? Bruce couldn't make Grace love him. It's part of free will. Because you two are in love, she can feel your presence. She can feel you whenever you're around. So stay calm,"

Tommy just threw him a whatever look "Let's just go," and the two walked out of the studio.

Jude turned around once more; there was something uncanny going on. Spiederman noticed the change in Jude's demeanor. His eyes filled with alarm as he saw the weak gaze in Jude's eyes. She pushed herself away from the soundboard and almost fell forward before Spiederman was already in front of her, holding her in the chair.

"Jude, are you ok?" Spiederman asked his eyes still full of panic.

"Dude you just- Jude? What's going on?" Kyle asked once he noticed why Spiederman ran out of the booth the way he had.

"I…I'm not….sure…it was like…" Jude could barely form words, "My heart felt so….it was overwhelming…I can't describe it…" Jude tried to stand up, but as soon as she did, her legs gave out on her and Spiederman caught her. Kyle helped him lay Jude on the couch.

"Jude, try to think here. What happened?" Wally asked handing her, her bottle of wattle.

"I honestly don't know. I just kept getting these weird…hunches? I don't know, it just felt like someone was behind me, but every time I looked no one was there." Jude added. "And then there was this just, overwhelming feeling, I really just can't describe it,"

Darius walked into the room. "What's going on in here?"

"Um, nothing it was just-"

"Just what? What's going on?" Darius asked firmly.

"Nothing, I just, I got kinda overwhelmed and freaked. The guys just helped me get to the couch and were making sure I was okay," Jude explained sitting up on the couch now.

Darius looked at the boys and sighed. "Boys, give me and Jude a minute here,"

The boys nodded and left the studio. Darius closed the door and grabbed one of the swivel chairs and sat down in front of Jude. He took in a breath before starting, trying to think of the right way to say this.

"Jude, I don't want you to be here if you're forcing yourself to be here. If you're not ready to come back then-"

"D, that's not what this is about. I was working just fine for a few hours, it was really weird. I got this strange feeling, like someone was behind me," Jude folded her hands over her knees.

"You got overwhelmed over a suspicion?"

"It wasn't a suspicion, D. The feeling wasn't unfamiliar-"

"Look Jude. I don't know what you believe in, but Tom," Jude's eyes were pleading Darius not to go on with this sentence, "he's gone. Wherever he is, it's not here. You need to-"

"I know, D! I know I have to move on and continue living, okay! I wasn't going to say this was about him. So just because me and him were together for three years doesn't mean that every little odd occurrence that happens to me is about him," Jude let out just a peak into the emotions she was suppressing. There were days where she wanted to explode, but she just kept calm and made herself live her life with contentment.

"I'm sorry. I shouldn't have assumed anything," Darius apologized.

"Damn right," Jude said with detest towards Darius earlier comment.

"We are all just worried about Jude. You're a little sister to everyone here. We just want you to be okay," Darius added.

"I'm getting there, D. If I mention him, then it's cool to talk to me about it, otherwise, let me just live my life recording and what ever way that keeps me out of trouble," Jude added.

"You sure? You can take the-"

"I'm not taking the day off, D. I want to be here. I want to finish this song. It's the first track for the SME album, I'm staying,"

"Alright, get back to work then," and Darius walked out of the studio and the boys walked inside, their faces almost showing signs of fear to ask what they talked about.

"What was that about?" Wally asked cautiously.

"Nothing, just Darius being worried about me. As usual," Jude stood up. "Let's try that take again,"

"Whoa, dude. Don't you like, want something to eat or something?" Spiederman suggested blocking her from taking another step.

"I'm fine guys. Really I am. I'll eat after this take is done, okay?" Jude assured them she was okay; she had to be if she wanted to start living her life again.

And so the boys entered the studio and started the take, and Jude took her rightful spot behind the soundboard and started to produce.