Note: I don't own the Instant Star characters, or the music that I will use in this story. If I do use any music, or lyrics, I will post the name of the Artist, and a link is possible at the end of the chapter. If I don't this it will be because I quote the Artist within the story. Read and enjoy, or hate, either way, its okay.

Tip Of My Tongue

"Go home Jude." He sighed, fed up with having the same silent augment over and over.

"What?" Jude looked back at him, panic and fear in her voice and eyes. "You want me gone, you want me to just leave?"

"I want you to come back." He whispered. "The girl with passion, heart break, the Rock Star you were when I first meet you. Go home, and find her."

"I am that girl!" Jude protested.

"You haven't had a break in almost four years." He shook his head. "You didn't even stop for your sister's wedding, and you hardly made time for your mum when she was here last year."

"I was in the middle of touring when Sadie got married, and we both know I don't have the best relationship with my 'mum'." She added her own fake British accident to the word. The walls of her flat seemed to be getting smaller and smaller with every word he spoke. It was as though his words filled the air and everything around her. Did this make him right, or was it just her fear of going back?

"You're going to burn out, and I can't let you." He didn't react to her fake accent the way he normally did. "You've got at least two more months before they will even let you back in the studio, go visit you sister, Jamie, or that Speed kid."

Jude gave him a pouty look. She didn't enjoy being told what to do.

He reached over and pulled her to him, his hands placed on the sides of her head. "Go find me that girl, my girl." He whispered.

'My girl'? Jude had never heard him call her that, she had left that term back home, the place she knew she would reluctantly return to.

Hey Mondy's first hit single sums it all up, "Homecoming, I'm coming, my sweet mistake, summer's over, hope it's not too late, I'm pacing, impertinent up in my head." It's always easier to leave a place than it is to return to it, and it's even harder when that place was once you home. Leaving Toronto had been hard, but now going back seemed ten times harder. "Is this the end of me? Cause I can't cut up the strings."

Jude Harrison pulled at the sleeve of her purple rain coat. She suddenly felt stupid for choosing that coat as she looked at the small circle window. It wasn't raining here, summer heat laid just outside the plane. She sat back in her seat, and pulled at the coats belt, making it tighter, breathing out, loosening it again. It was nerves, she knew that much.

How long had it been since she had been home? She wasn't sure. She hadn't seen Sadie in two years. Sadie's wedding had been in New Zealand, planned around her tour, and their father's journey to self discovery. But when was the last time she was in Toronto? When was the last time she was in North America? She had attended an awards ceremony in Los Angeles two years ago, or was it three? She couldn't be sure, days, months, shows, places, everything seemed to run together into the blur of what she had come to know as her life. When she had left home five years ago, she had decided that she was going to be a Rock Star, and that she was. She had been living the life for not just a Rock Star, but a Super Star, and she had seen no reason to stop.

But now her contract was ending, and her label had one condition before resigning her. She had to go on vacation, a break, three months minimum. They were scared of having her burn out, over worked, but to her working was the only way to live the life she had always dreamed about. She couldn't shut her mind off; there was no switch, no way to stop of the music from coming.

"Miss Harrison." The flight attendant smiled at her. "You may unload now."

Jude felt herself let out a breath she didn't know she was holding. She wasn't sure she was ready for this. The flight hadn't been long enough, those few hours were not enough to calm all her nerves.

"There is someone to meet you after you go through customs." She was still smiling at her.

Jude knew how annoying it had to be, the special treatment. She smiled at the other passengers that rolled their eyes at her as she gathered her things. Things had been madness at the Heathrow Airport, and even in the normally quiet first class section she heard the complaints of other passengers, signed autographs for flight attendants, and smiled for pictures. It was something she had become accustom to.

Jude hurried out past the attendant, not stopping to hear the thank you message. Once she was moving there was no taking her time. She knew if she focused on seeing her sister, he nerves would calm down. The jet way carpet seemed to fly under her. The voices of the other passengers kept her from breaking out into a run.

Customs was quick and painless. She hadn't brought a carry on, only her purse. She had sent her bags days ago, to ensure that they would be here, and not lost. The less time she spent in the airport the better.

Jude couldn't help but laugh in spite of herself as she looked at the body guard waiting for her. He was her first body guard, the only bouncer she had personally hired, and one small piece of home. "Big Lou." She laughed, hugging him.

"Miss Harrison." Big Lou replied with a soft squeeze. "No troubles?" he asked.

"Not unless you count some not so polite glances, and the lack of rain." Jude laughed. She could already feel the heat of the sun through the windows. "So what's the deal Big Lou, last I heard you still worked for Darius?"

"He does." The voice came from behind Lou, a voice that Jude would know anywhere, even after so much time had passed. It use to be the voice inside her head, the one that guided her, pushed her, made her long for home more than anything.

She watched as he stepped up next to her, facing her, everything that she had been so nervous about. He looked different, and she knew that in her imagination she had changed things, glossed them over, and smoothed them out, it was like photo shop for memories. But she knew everything else about him was still the same. He stood there, his hands in his pockets, sun glasses on, and all his weight on one side. He was everything she remembered.

"Harrison." He smiled at her, welcoming her back, home.

"Quincy." Jude barely whispered. This wasn't what she was expecting.