Summary: Five years have passed since the Untitled Jude Harrison Project. Jude was launched into another hemisphere of the music industry. Following the completion of her sophmore album, Jude began a never ending world tour. She toured, she recorded, she promoted and more.

Now she is finally settling down as the neighbor of her producer and his wife. Tom and Samantha Quincy are still married, but far from happily despite successful careers and two girls. Bitby bit it is all falling apart. Then tragedy hits rocking everybody's world.

Tommy has hit rock bottom once again, but who is his saving grace? Find out all that and more in "I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You."

Author's Note: I'm back! The gang is back, hopefull you are back too...

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I Just Don't Think I'll Ever Get Over You.

I drink good coffee every morning

Comes from a place that's far away

And when I'm done, I feel like talking

Without you here, there is less to say

I don't want you thinking I'm unhappy

What is closer to the truth

That if I lived 'til I was a hundred and two

I just don't think I'll ever get over you

- Collin Hay

Life is a whirlwind adventure. I said once before that Forest Gump was a wise man. You never know what you are going to get. I never expected to win a singing contest at the age of 15. I never expected to be launched into the insanity of the music industry and celebrity. And I most certainly had never expected to fall in love with my producer. Okay, so I had dreamt of A & B, but C was most definitely not on the list. And when I did put it on the list, I didn't plan for him to run off and marry his on again and off again girlfriend .But he did. So I started growing a maturity chip to let him go. It took me a long time to realize that no matter how much I loved Tom Quincy, we would never get it right for various reasons. He was toxic. Tommy had a niche for ruining the good things, which is why I was surprised that his marriage to Samantha Martez, business mogul and rock goddess had lasted for so long. I am not saying or insinuating anything ill about Sam. Sure, I hated her at first, but I hated Tommy more. Eventually, Sam and I became good friends. We are no way close to being the best friends she and Portia are or the best friends Tommy and I are. We're simply two women who have more in common than many realize.

Like I said, you never know what you are going to get…

"Heavy box! Heavy box! Heavy box!" Jude chanted like a mantra, as she carried a large box into her new home. At the age of 23, Jude was finally moving out on her own. After five years of tours, traveling, album recordings and more, Jude Harrison, world renowned music artist, was making a home.

She had finally found a perfect style home for herself with the help of her mother, Victoria. Jude was beyond excited to be settling down. She had fallen in love at first sight with the Spanish style- four bedroom, three bath, plus basement home.

While on tour, she had enlisted Kwest and Tommy to set up a recording studio in her basement. Once she was settled, she was going to get to work on her next album, as well as bring in a budding artist she had found on the road.

Jude was determined to launch Fi Philips into the music hemisphere. The young guitarist had everything needed to follow in Jude's foot steps.

"Good God, Harrison. What the heck do you have in here?" Vince Spiederman, Jude's ex boyfriend and lead guitarist complained, bringing in another box. Following the end of round two of Juderman, Jude and Vince declared themselves better off as guitar god to her rock goddess.

Spiederman Mind Explosion had found success with their album, but after months of deliberation, the band decided they could not leave Jude. She was as much a part of S.M.E as they were.

Jude was relieved by their decision. She could not picture life without her boys.

"You are not carrying that!" Jude's brother in law, Jacob shouted as a pregnant Sadie waddled into the living room.

"Look, Mr. Dylan," Sadie snapped. "I'm pregnant, not dying. If I want to carry a box of pillows, I will carry a box of pillows!" Sadie dropped the box and stomped her foot in annoyance.

"Do not argue with a pregnant woman. We discussed this before, Jake. You will never win," Tom Quincy advised. He lugged in a box, followed by a little dark haired girl.

Jude knelt to take the small box from her three year old god daughter.

"Thank you, Ava."

Ava Jolie Quincy grinned at her "favoritest Jude."

"I carwied it all by myself!" Ava declared proudly. Jude smiled at the adorable brunette with the piercing blue eyes of her father.

"I see that. Come on, kid. Why don't we leave the others to bring in the boxes and you come with me into the kitchen for some cookies," Jude suggested.

"Cookies! Daddy! I am going to get cookies!" Ava shouted excitedly. She put down her empty box and raced into the kitchen.

"Don't give her cookies! The kid will bounce off the walls. Sam will kill me. We aren't getting enough sleep as it is," Tommy shouted at the retreating figures of his best friend and his daughter. He and Sam, his wife of almost six years had just had their second child, Bianca. His girls were the apples of his eye. Life would be perfect if he and Sam were not constantly arguing. Between business and the girls, he hoped to chalk it all up to stress. Even if it was a lie, it was the lie Tommy was going to believe.

"Bianca is still fussing?" Kwest inquired. Tommy snorted with laughter at his best friend, Kwest Taylor. Kwest was standing with a box in his arms and his 5 month old son, Darien Mercutio Mills Taylor, on his chest.

" Is that safe?"

"He's helping his old man," Kwest replied. Darien gurgled his two cents.

"What do you expect? Binks is three weeks old."

Kwest shrugged and picked up another box.

Jude reentered her living room with Ava on her hip. The three year old chattered on, oblivious to the world around her.

"Guys, thank you so much for all the help!" Jude said, happily. Everything was finally moved in after what felt like an eternity.

"Anytime, dude," Spiederman responded.

Jude smiled and placed little Ave on the floor. As much as Ava resembled her mother, Jude could only see Tommy in the blue eyed princess.

By dusk, everyone in Jude's moving crew had made their way out of her house. Spied and the guys had a recording session to get to. Darien, or ' Cutio as he was referred as, had demanded that his daddy return him to his mommy. Jake had convinced Sadie that it was time for her to rest. Tommy and his daughter were the last remaining movers.

" I still cannot believe that your are someone's father. I still can't believe you've been married so long," Jude teased over pizza.

"Shay, eh," Tommy reflected slipping into French Canadian slang. His eyes never left his daughter. " Well, I better get the munchkin home. You have a great place, Jude."

"Thanks, Tommy."

The two friends slowly gravitated to the front door. Tommy held Jude's gaze for a moment at the door. A nearly forgotten tremor ran down Jude's spine at the touch of Tommy's lips on her cheek.

"Take care of yourself, girl."

"Tell Sam hi," Jude called out.

Tommy nodded and settled Ava and himself into his SUV.

Jude awkwardly waved good bye and closed the door.

"He's married and he's a father," she told herself. But he isn't happy. And neither was she.

An 2: so before you spazz, this will be Jommy. The tragedy will be the final straw for the Sammy union. Mel can vouch.

There will also be NO infedilities. Jude will not be the other woman. And Tommy will not cheat on his wife.

thank you all for reading. please review.