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A/N: I took your idea, Wondrous Unicorn, and changed the year. The year in chapter one will be changed really soon (as soon as I figure out how. I'm such a newbie when it comes to it). Your review just made me realize how crappy I am when it comes to both math and history. Just ask my beta. :D Thanks for giving me the heads up! And stardiva, thanks for reading! I think it would be awesomely awkward if she hooked up with Pru. I'm feeling a bit sorry for Rita.

JokerLove09 (beta): Fission Mailed.

A/N: o.o;;

Liverpool: May, 1971

After paying a visit to her mother's a few days before hand, Molly told her about the plans to America. Fortunately, her mother agreed and was excited to let her go. It was a weird experience for her mother to help her pack and to continue to tell her stories about when she went to America the first time; all those stories Molly was tired of hearing since she was a kid, she tried to wash out. Unfortunately, in those months she sorted out planning for this trip, she never once saw Phil or Eleanor. That memory was in the back of her mind now, only to keep the dreams of the future.

Finally, she managed to get on the ship without any problems with her mother seeing her off. The giant ship contained their workers and tourists with their suitcases awaiting their arrival. To Molly, most of them looked very similar with their similar jackets, scarves, boots, and any other clothing imaginable. She was also one to blend in.

A few days passed, and she finally saw the last day to arrival. Molly watched the waves ripple on the ocean. The dock to America was about a mile away and she couldn't believe she had made it without any trouble. A small smirk could be shown upon her face as the wind whipped against her, sails bringing her into the foreign lands.

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New York: May, 1971

Sadie flipped through the group's letters and set them on the table in the dining area. "Mail's in, guys," the singer announced as she walked away with a few letters of her own. Most of them were bills anyway, a few were community papers. She sluggishly went back to her room.

Subsequently, JoJo reached over to the table and stood up as much as he had to (since he was closest) to reach his own mail. With guitar in one hand and his letters in the other, he sat back down bringing the guitar back over him. Instead, he threw the mail on the ground and began playing his music once more.

Jude, who had also been in the room at the time, sat up from his seat across from JoJo. He put his cigarette that he had been smoking in the ashtray, still lit as he went to retrieve his own. He flipped through the letters one by one to find them. Normally, it would be advertisements and subscriptions to different newspapers and there would be the rare occasions of his mother sending him a few updates from Liverpool. In the beginning, he was starting to think that he hadn't gotten any mail since most of them had been for his friends: letters from other Vietnam veterans for Max, a postcard for both Lucy and Max from their parents on their final trip to Europe, a few for Prudence (even though she only turned up, off and on), and another one for JoJo which he missed (and he instantly handed it to him and JoJo rejected it, telling him to place it back on the table). The last one, however, was for him. It was a familiar address that he hadn't seen in quite some time.

Molly!? He read the name and address over and over again, shocked to see who was really writing to him. Jude didn't understand why she decided to write to him now, since she barely wanted to see him again after cheating on her. Above all, the note wasn't recent at all. It had been written in March (apparently, the transportation of this was terrible).

Jude sat back down in his original seat across from JoJo whom had been writing down songs in his notebook. He looked up to see what Jude was so intrigued by. "I've seen that face before, man." he said, pausing from his guitar playing for now.

Jude didn't comply what he was saying when turned the envelope over and ripped it open. It was a perfectly folded piece of paper in his ex-girlfriend's sloppy hand writing. It was obvious the writing was a bit shaky, but nevertheless, he recognized it. He skimmed through it first to analyze the length. He rested his forehead on the palm of his hand before reading the first sentence.

It read:

Dear Jude,

Sorry I haven't talked to you over the past seven months, but I need to talk to you again. Even that, see you. Phil and I split apart late last night. I'm at a breaking point and I can't rely on anyone here. The weight of the world is keeping me in this house, even Liverpool. You may think I'm a nutcase, but when Phil walked out on me, you were the one I wanted to talk to. So, I decided I want to come up to see you in America. You always told me in your latest letters that you loved it there. You said that life was easier than staying in Liverpool and I was just hoping for that kind of luxury.

Jude pushed his eyebrows in together in confusion. Molly was coming to America? That couldn't be right, why would she want to? There wasn't any luxury here, well, not at the moment with the war still going on. He picked his head up and finally eyed JoJo.

"It's a friend of mine. She said that she's comin' to America," he answered, rather hesitantly. JoJo simply nodded his head.

"That doesn't seem like you're cool with that." He clicked off his strap and set it aside, leaving his guitar on his lap. "She doesn't seem like a friend, man."

"She's more of an ex-girlfriend." Jude hated the thought of Molly stopping by, he was almost glad to get rid of her once he left. Lucy was all he needed in his life.

"Who's an ex-girlfriend?" Max said as he walked in, wearing a t-shirt, boxers, over-the-ankle socks, and a towel over his shoulder; hinting that he just shaved. He soon flipped through all of his Vietnam letters from his fellow veterans and the postcard. He glanced at the boys, realizing their stern faces, stopped in his tracks and was suddenly a bit confused. "Whoa, did someone die?"

JoJo smirked, picking up his guitar again and began playing. Jude shook his head.

"No, just an ex-girlfriend droppin' a visit to New York." Jude answered, over the guitar.

"From Liverpool? Why?" he asked, flicking his parents' postcard back on the table, uninterested. Jude shrugged. He knew the real answer, but he wasn't prepared to share it. He glanced back at the letter viewing it's final contents, knowing he didn't finish.

Well, Jude, I'll be on the next boat to America in the beginning of May, give or take a few days. I'm not sure the exact date I'll be arriving, but it'll be a surprise for you!

Sincerely,
Molly.

P.S. I love you.

Wait, she still loved him!? No, this couldn't be. Jude reread the P.S. as if he hadn't read it before hand. Yeah, it was right, his heart dropped as soon as he reread the previous writings.

It was the beginning of May. Anytime now, she could be walking right through the door. What about Lucy? What would she think? It would be awkward for the both of them. His eyes followed back toward Max.

"Apparently, she's comin' sooner than we think." he said, looking back at the letter, "She said that she's comin' at the beginnin' of May."

Max walked over to Jude and took the letter out his hands. "Lemme see." He scanned the letter quickly, only to stop at the first paragraph. "Shit, Jude, what are you going to tell Lucy?"

Just the person to walk through the back bedroom was Lucy. She just awoke from an early morning nap to join the rest of the guys. "Tell me, what?" Her voice was light and tiresome. She had her pajamas still on, almost matching Max. Him and Jude both exchanged glances, speechless. Max began before Jude had the chance.

"Uh, Luce, a friend is coming on over. Maybe, you and Sadie could go out for awhile or... Maybe you could go to the rally today. You know, get away from the protestors--"

"Who's coming over?" Lucy interrupted.

He paused to think. JoJo had stopped playing for awhile and shook his head. "Man, you should just tell her the truth."

Lucy watched as JoJo spoke and went back to Max. He gave a 'What the hell was that!?' glare toward him and went back to Lucy. Jude finally stood up.

"A friend of mine is comin' over from Liverpool." Jude said, sticking one of his hands in his pockets, "An, uh, ex-girlfriend, actually."

She looked at Jude, a bit confused. Lucy barely knew how to react to the statement as the boys all exchanged glances again. She knew that it would be awkward, especially if this so-called friend of his didn't know he was dating someone else. Lucy simply nodded. "Okay." She pushed her hair back. "I'm... okay with that." she answered, reluctantly.

Alright, I agree this was a fairly boring chapter. Unless you're an ultimate fan of Jude, Max, Lucy and JoJo. Then again, that's most of the characters.

Next chapter, Molly steps in. (Dun dun dun!) o.o;