A/N Let me introduce you, to the sequel of Temporary Insanity, called How Strong Do You Think I Am?. Its more of a darker story, really, yet again focused on Jude, this time, and more than Dana. For all you Tommy fans out there, you'll be seeing a load of Quincey action! I just cant resist him for too long LOL! Anyway, this story is dedicated to those of you dedicated to Temporary Insanity. Enjoy, everybody, and review!

Chapter 1

"Jude, honey, wakey wakey."

"Uh?"

Jude sat up on the sofa, shaking her copper hair. It was early Sunday morning, judging by the clock on the DVD player. Which would explain why Dana wasnt picking at the fridge, or stuffing Oreos in her mouth.

"Come on sleepy head, off to bed."

Jude found herself being thrown over Tommy's shoulders and being carried into her room. Tommy fiddled with the doorknob, pushed the door open, and was about to throw her down romantically when-

"Bloody guitar!"

"Oi!" squeaked Jude protectively. "That baby has been mine longer than you have."

Tommy swung Jude around and moved her guitar.

"Are you cheating on me with a ... piece of wood?" he asked, speaking over his shoulder to a very blue face.

"I would never dream of it," said Jude seriously. "But my guitar is more than a piece of wood."

"Of course," replied Tommy. "It has metal on it too."

"Wha-"

But before Jude could protest, Tommy had pressed her onto the bed and was kissing her deeply. Jude didnt really mind this, much. She preferred it to the previous times when Tommy was dictating her music. When he was making out with her, he wasnt so bad.

"Ew! Get a room!"

Tommy groaned and sat up.

"Dana," he growled. "Its nearly midnight. Go to bed!"

"Fine!"

Dana flounced off, her long ebony hair swishing behind her. Jude laughed, then pulled Tommy down again.

"Remember the times when I wasnt allowed to do this? And then the time when I did it anyway? Mind you, it nearly cost me my job. And it definitely cost you yours."

Jude pulled her lips from Tommy's neck and frowned.

"Er... yeah. Wasnt that funny?"

The truth was, Jude was starting to forget. She knew Tommy had broken her heart. She knew he'd rekindled their love eleven years later in the middle of an airport. Tommy had told her countless times. But the thing was, she couldnt picture these scenarios in her head. They'd happened, she was certain. She just couldnt place them...

"Jude, babe? What's wrong?"

Tommy noticed the far away look in her eyes with concern. It was often that Jude just seemed to disappear into another world. He used to think it was just an artist thing, some kinda phase they went through. But the more times Jude disappeared, the less he was sure.

Jude shook her head.

"Nothing," she said firmly. "I guess I'm just tired."

Tommy smiled sadly and curled a loose strand of copper around his little finger, stroking her pink forehead, examining gently her chipped black nails. He kissed Jude softly on her forehead, then leaned back.

"You know what?" he asked, letting go of her hair. "I think that being together's not enough. I love you, you love me. We have a kid. We should do something to be together more. You know? I cant believe I, Tom Quincey am saying this, but, Jude Harrison, will you marry me? Sorry, I dont have a ring but- Jude?"

Jude's fiery topped head had lolled onto his shoulder, snoring gently.

Tommy sighed, and lifted it gently onto a pillow.

Aw well, he thought. Tonight wasnt the greatest time anyway. I'll get a ring first.

He cuddled beside her, his arms tight around her, and slowly, but surely, fell asleep, dreaming dreams of when Jude was untroubled, and a happy little pop star.