Chapter 2

Simply Wish

a/n: Yeah, so this was originally going to be a one-shot, and then something in me was just like...okay, it needs to be longer, considering you're all asking for another chapter. So's...yeahs...:)

Here we go...

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Tommy stormed out of the club. It was the 3rd fight he'd had with Jude that day. That morning had started off bad and they both knew it. Jude had been late for the 3rd time in the last 6 months, and they'd both been hoping for a baby this time. But as what had happened in the latter occourances, her monthly had come that morning...

Jude had stormed into the bedroom after returning from the washroom with a pouty look on her face.

"Get the hell up, Quincy."

Tommy rubbed the sleep from his eyes, hearing the anger in Jude's voice. He was afraid to open them in fear of what she might say.

"What's wrong, hun?" He opened his eyes tentatively. She looked at him for a moment and then went back to getting ready for wrok.

"You know what's wrong. Now get up. We have to get ready for work."

Tommy threw the blankets back and jumped out of bed, walking towards the bathroom. Jude had started the shower. He walked up behind her and wrapped his arms around her.

"It'll be okay." She pushed him back.

"I'm really not in the mood, Quincy."

"What?... I wasn't even trying that right now. I know you're upset." He stepped back. She turned around and sighed.

"I'm sorry, okay? I just..."

"I know..." He walked up to her and kissed her softly. When he pulled away, he hugged her. "It'll be okay, I promise." He whispered into her hair before kissing her temple. She pulled away and finished removing her clothing. He just stared at her for a moment.

"What? Are you getting in, or not?" She said flatly. He nodded and removed his boxers with out a sound. The two stepped in to the shower, letting the water wash over them for a moment. Jude shiverred, and Tommy pulled her into his arms. She calmed, laying her head against his chest. The stood, letting the water pour over them for a few minutes. She looked up at him, and smiled slightly. Tommy leaned his head down and kissed her. She deepened it for a moment, but then suddenly pulled away. She shoved Tommy away and quickly washed herself, moving out of the way so he could do the same, and then quickly got out of the shower. He followed in suit, wrapping a towel around his waist.

"What was all that about?"

"What?"

"You start kissing me and then push me away."

"I told you I wasn't in the mood."

"I wasn't even trying to pull that, and you know it!"

"Oh, come on, Tommy!"


"No Jude, you come on! What the hell is this?!"

"I...You know what! Screw you!!! You can sleep on the couch tonight!" Jude stormed out of the bathroom, and Tommy followed her, grabbing her arm as they enterred the bedroom."GO AWAY!"

"No! Talk to me!"

"I don't want to!!! I don't even want you here!!!"

"Well too bad!!! Because I'm not going anywhere!!!" Tommy stepped in front of Jude and grabbed her by the shoulders. She slapped him across the face, and he let go of her shoulders, placing a hand on his cheek. Jude stormed into the walk-in closet and shut the door, locking it. Tommy wiped his hand off his cheek, feeling blood. He walked to the bathroom, and saw three scratches on his face where she'd dug her nails into the side of his face. He wiped his face off, and cringed a little. When he got it to stop, he walked into the bedroom where Jude was pulling on her shoes. He walked over to the dresser and grabbed the boxers and jeans that he'd set out. Without turning to look at Jude, he pulled on the boxers and jeans and then walked to the closet. He pulled out a long-sleeved shirt, and walked back into the bedroom. Jude stood and walked over to the dresser. Tommy leaned over and opened the 2nd drawer, pulling out a belt and a wife beater. He slipped the belt around his jeans and buckled it. Grabbing the wife-beater, he pulled it over his head and gasped slightly as brushed against his cheek. Jude looked over at him and saw the scratches. She turned to him and tried to reach up to touch his face, but he slapped her arm away.

"What the hell!?"

"DON'T touch me." Tommy spoke sternly. He walked away from her and pulled on his shoes. He grabbed the long-sleeved shirt he'd pulled out and pulled it on before gabbing a black bunny-hug and slipping it on, rolling his sleeves up. "I'll see you at the studio."

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Tommy sat in the studio, mixing Jude's song that she had just laid down. Jude walked back in the studio with two bottles of water. She slid on down to him on the edge of the soundboard. Tommy grabbed the bottle and nodded a thank-you to Jude before turning back the soundboard.

"Tom...I'm sorry about this mourning."

"That's nice."

"Tom-"

"Jude, just...don't."

"Tom-"

"I'm sorry. It was stupid, I just...I wanted-"

"I know...Just, don't..."

"Would you please talk to me?"

"I'm still a little angry, okay!?"

"Tom-"

"Jude!? What's with all the lashing out lately..."

"I don't know! okay! I just..ugh!" She stomped out of the room. Tommy stood and walked out after her.

"Jude!"

"Forget it, Tom!!"

"I don't know what you want me to say!!!"

"I want..I want! UGH! You KNOW what I want Tom!!!!"

"A baby!? It'll come in good time!"

"No, Tom!" She walked out of G Major, leaving him clueless.

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Tommy walked into Slide, G Major's new club that night and looked around, trying to find Jude. He was dressed in the same outfit he'd been in when he left work. As he scanned the room, he spotted her. She grinding with IT. The intern she'd hooked up with the night before their wedding. Tommy grumbled, angry at the sight. The closer to them he got, the angrier he felt. She was wearing a SUPER short denim mini skirt, and a spaghetti-strapped-belly-bearing-tank-top. He walked up to her and pulled her away, into one of the private rooms.

"What the HELL is that!?"

"Wouldn' you like tooooo know...liddle Tomm-mmy Q..."

"You're drunk."

"No, actually I'm not. Although I thought maybe giving you the illusion that I was would make you leave."

"Nice try. I'm not going anywhere."

"Whatever. Let me leave, Quincy."

"No, I wanna talk to you."

"Are you ready to say it?"

"Say WHAT!?"

"Ugh! Forget this! Come talkt to me when you've openned your effing eyes, and realized what I'm talking about!"

"Fine!!!" She stormed out of the room, and Tommy grabbed a glass off of the table that was in the room. It was filled with some type of rich wine. He drank it down as a red-head made her way over to him.

"Hey, hottie."

"You a model?"

"Yep. Just did the cover of Playboy." The red-head began to grind against him, moving her hips with the music.

"Name?"

"Zasha. Zasha Cohen."

"Nice to meet you Zasha." Tommy looked to his left and saw Jude giving IT a lapdance. She was evidentally drunk.

"Nice to meet you too, Tom Quincy." She smiled. He gripped her hips and pulled her closer. She cringed a little at how hard his grip was, but accostoumed to it, and continued to grind against him.

"Hey, Grinder!" Tommy turned at the sound of his nickname. Sadie walked up to him.

"Hey, Sades..."

"Jude's beyond drunk, and Kwest and I are leaving...we're just gonna take her home with us, kay? You can come get her when you leave."

"Okay..." Tommy nodded. Sadie gave him a quick hug. "Bye Sades."

"Bye, Grinder." Tommy turned back to the red-head who pushed him back in a chair. He sat dumb-founded for a moment, but she climbed into his lap, grinding harder against him. He enjoyed the scenery, and quickly took advantage of the situation. Grabbing her hand, he drug her to the bar, and orded shot after shot after shot, until he couldn't see straight. When he was drunk enough, he asked the bartender to call him a cab, knowing that he was too drunk to drive home.

The red-head joined him, and they went back the the Quincy home. When the arrived, Tommy mumbled something about her finding something to wear in the closet, and then walked into the bathroom and turned on a cold shower...

When he got out, he walked to the bedroom and saw the Zasha sprawled out in his bed wearing a piece of very REVEALING lingerie that belonged to Jude.Tommy's signals became crossed as he stared at the red-head.

"Jude?"

"Huh?" He looked up at the red-head.

"I thought you were mad at me."

"No...I never said that. What're you talking about, Tom?"


"Huh? What're you...oh, nevermind..."

"I want you, Tom...tonight..."

"Jude..." She rubbed his chest, raking her nails lightly. He kissed her passionately...

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Tommy awoke in the mourning to see Jude standing in front of him. A very BLONDE Jude.

"Oh, my god...I can't believe you did this!" Tommy looked at her confused, and then next to him, and began to put the pieces together.

"Baby, I'm sorry!" He jumped out of bed, pulling on his clothes.

"Really Tom!? REALLY!? So why was she in our bed!?" Tommy moved towards her.

"I...I don't remember!" Tears filled Jude's eyes.

"You cheated on me and you can't even remember how she got there?!"

"I swear! I didn't mean to!!!"

"Baby..." Tommy grabbed her hand. She pulled it back as if he'd burned her.

"DON'T YOU TOUCH ME!!!!EVER!!!"

"Jude, please-"

"Tommy!? Don't you see how bad this is!!!We're broken!!! And there's too many pieces to pick it up!!!!"

"Jude..." He sighed, looking down at his feet.

"Don't you DARE try and throw that in my face! That was a stupid mistake, and you know it!!!"

"The night before our wedding!? Really, Jude? Was it?"

"I can't believe you!!!" She looked down at her glass of water and then back at him. Without a second thought, she threw the water on him.

He jumped back slightly, suprised at the rush of cold water.

"I still love you! Don't you see that?"

"But?"

"But, I can't...Not again..."

Jude grabbed her bag and walked out in tears. Tommy sat down, unsure of what to do...