Here it is, the continuation of Beyond Reason. Nonny is Beyond insane!

The rating of this fic is T. There is a scene which could be construed as questionable (extremely light lime), though I believe it is up to interpretation. However should you believe this rating should be raised, let me know and I will be pleased to do so.

Chapter Two

Tucker woke and forced himself to resist the temptation to call Jazz the first thing. He'd had trouble thinking. He was trapped somewhere between elation and fear. She knew he cared about her, and she had consented to going on a date with him. He was terrified! Here was his long awaited chance with the girl he'd had a crush on since the eleventh grade, what if he blew it? He had a tendency to really mess things up with girls. A lot.

He picked up his PDA and sent a text message to Sam. The chances that she would answer him were slim, very, very slim, but he needed to talk to her, she was the only one who knew about and understood his feelings for Jazz.

"I need to talk to you," he typed. "Are you busy?"

Ten minutes later Sam sent back a reply, "Duh!"

Tucker laughed and typed. "You can't be too busy."

"What do you want?" Sam's message asked.

"Need to talk. Can you call?" Tucker typed, then waited, about five minutes later the phone rang.

"This better be good, Foley," Sam said grumpily. "Do you have any idea what time it is here?"

"Don't give me that! What is it four in the afternoon there? I need to talk to someone," Tucker started. "And you're the only person who understands. Where's Danny?"

"Asleep," Sam answered then yawned. "So hurry up and start talking. I'm tired." Tucker laughed and Sam warned him about making jokes.

"I have a date with Jazz," Tucker finally told his friend.

Sam's voice suddenly became more lively as she asked, "Really? Are you serious? How did that happen?" Tucker explained, and Sam laughed.

"Danny's going to be so happy," she said dryly.

"Don't tell him!" Tucker half yelled in alarm and Sam laughed.

"I think you'll do fine Tuck," Sam finally said, sounding very distracted. "Just relax, take it easy, just try not to rattle on and on like you do when you get nervous," she started giggling. "And don't do anything I wouldn't do." Tucker smiled as he heard Danny ask in the background who Sam was talking to. He heard Danny laugh then tell Sam to tell Tucker she had to go. Sam refused with mock defiance.

Tucker moved the phone away from his ear as Sam squealed with laughter then told him breathlessly, "Sorry Tuck. Gotta go. Good luck."

Tucker grumbled to himself then looked at the clock. It was still too early to call Jazz. He decided to just take things easy, relax, wait until at least noon to call her. It was hard but he managed to wait until eleven fifty before giving in.

Jack answered the phone when he called, and Tucker nearly hung up. He asked hesitantly if he could talk to Jazz. Jack paused for a long for a moment, then told Tucker to hang on.

"Hi Tuck," Jazz said happily as she answered the phone. She hadn't thought he was going to call, she'd been pacing around the house all morning, driving her mother crazy and was just about to take a walk to clear her mind.

"So what time do you want me to pick you up?" Tucker asked. "We'll have dinner. Somewhere besides the Nasty Burger."

"How about five?" Jazz asked happily trying not to sound too giddy. She looked at the clock and growled. She should have said four. They made plans and both waited impatiently for the appointed hour.

Jack looked up from the paper he was reading, obviously the funnies section, when Jazz made her way down stairs. Her hair was pulled up in a loose bun with little tendrils floating around her face. She was wearing a blue and green dress and Jack smiled.

"You look beautiful, Jazzerincess. Where are you going?" he asked.

"Out," Jazz said happily.

Jack raised one eyebrow. "Who's the lucky fellow? Do I need to get out the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick?"

Jazz rolled her eyes. "Dad it's just Tucker. You know. Tucker Foley?"

"Just Tucker eh?" Jack asked as he stood. "Good then he knows I can take him apart limb by limb if need be."

"Dad!" Jazz growled. "It's Tucker, he's not like that."

"So you think Jazzy pants, so you think," Jack told her then narrowed his eyes as the door bell rang.

"You stay right there Jazz," he said, acting as if there was a potential ghost at the door. "I'll take care of this."

"Daaaad!" Jazz called unhappily.

Jack lead Tucker into the living room, all the while glaring at him with an extremely intense expression. Tucker looked at Jack warily then smiled at Jazz. His requisite hat was missing. He was wearing a tie and a jacket. Jazz's toes curled as she met his eyes.

"What are your intentions with my Jazz?" Jack quizzed.

"Uh," Tucker started. "Dinner?"

"And?" Jack questioned.

"A walk maybe?" Tucker.

"And?" Jack questioned again.

"I'll bring her back home safe and sound?" Tucker almost squeaked as he looked at Jack warily.

Jack smacked Tucker on the back, nearly knocking him over. "That's what I like to hear," he boomed. Then winked at Jazz. "Have a good safe time. Keep a distance of two feet between you at all times, and there will be no need for the Fenton Anti-Creep Stick."

"Oh Dad!" Jazz said in exasperation as she walked forward and took Tucker's arm. "Let's get out of here before he makes up anymore rude comments."

They were halfway out of the house when Jack yelled, "Just remember, Foley, two feet or I come after you with the ghost crammer!"

"I'm sorry," Jazz said as Tucker held open the car door for her.

Tucker only laughed. "I'm used to your Dad," he said. "I've heard him say worse things. I think we got off lightly."

"That's only because he knows you," Jazz laughed. "Just wait it will get worse." Tucker smiled happily. If it could get worse that meant Jazz was thinking of going out on more than one date with him. He was happy.

"I do not eat raw fish," Tucker said as he looked at the piece of sushi Jazz was holding up to his mouth.

"But I thought you were a carnivore," she teased. "I thought you liked meat."

Tucker turned his head away. "That's meat as in red, from a cow, preferable cooked medium. Not fish, and especially not raw fish."

Jazz smiled sweetly at Tucker for a moment as she popped the sushi into her mouth and chewed. "Mmmm," she said almost seductively. "You don't know what you're missing." Tucker's eyes widened and he blushed enough that he had to look away from Jazz who began laughing at him.

"At least you're trying Japanese food," she teased. It had taken a little effort to talk Tucker into even walking through the door. She'd helped him order and promised that he wouldn't be eating anything weird.

"You're crazy," Tucker said as he watched Jazz eat.

"Actually," Jazz said, her eyes brightening. "I am unusually sane." She continued to smile at Tucker who shook his head, not knowing if she was teasing or serious.

"What I mean is," Tucker started as he watched Jazz. "Is that you could get sick."

Jazz laughed and shook her head. "The chances are slim," she answered. "And I think it's worth the risk." She paused, then sighed, and shook her head.

"Maybe some day I'll convert you into a sushi addict," she teased as they left the restaurant.

"That is so not going to happen," Tucker denied. "Sam has been trying to turn me into a vegetarian for years, and I've never caved. I'm not changing my eating habits."

"You may have to one day," Jazz teased.

"But not today," Tucker replied as he opened the car door for Jazz. She gave him a teasing look then smiled to herself.

The tension was building and Tucker could feel it strangling him. He'd had a wonderful time with Jazz, but he knew as he drove her home, that he would want to kiss her, and a single kiss could ruin everything.

He walked her to the door, where she stopped and smiled. "Thank you Tuck," she said as she smiled shyly. "I had a really wonderful time."

"We have the whole Summer," Tucker started. "And I was hoping that…."

"Yes," Jazz interrupted.

He smiled and then fidgeted a little, "So we're like, dating?"

"Yeah," Jazz answered happily. "We are."

Tucker took a deep shaky breath. "Just for the Summer?" he asked, he knew it was a ridiculous question, but he was hoping that Jazz would tell him for as long as they wanted.

"We'll see," Jazz answered. "Let's not plan too far ahead." Tucker nodded in agreement, then stepped closer to Jazz. She lifted her face to him and wondered why he was just standing there, looking at her.

"Good night," he said as he started to move away, and immediately regretting it.

"Wait!" Jazz called in frustration. Tucker who had turned away, and taken a step down on the stairs turned to look at Jazz questioningly. Jazz decided to take a risk. She moved forward, slid her hand behind his neck and pressed her lips against his.

She was afraid for a moment that he was going to pull away, but instead he put his arms around her and kissed her sweetly and reverently, which Jazz thought was nice, but it wasn't what she wanted. She nibbled at his lower lip until he parted his lips and let her gently slide her tounge into his mouth, thats when he took over control of the embrace. The shock wore off quickly, and it hit him just exactly who he was kissing. He pulled her closer into his arms and kissed her wildly, nipping at her lips and caressing his tounge with his own.

"Wow," Jazz said breathlessly when they finally broke apart and looked into each other's eyes. "that was amazing."

"A dream come true," Tucker said then pulled Jazz close and kissed her again.

"This definitely isn't reasonable," Jazz thought. "It's beyond reason."

Tucker and Jazz fell into a pleasant routine over the next few weeks. She would call him early in the morning. He would tease her about being an early bird and she would tease him about staying up too late. They would meet and usually in the afternoon and part late in the evening.

"We're not adults yet," Jazz remarked one afternoon as they lay in the shade at the park. She was cuddled up on her side beside Tucker, who was happily running his fingertips up and down her arm in lazy circles.

"Yes we are," Tucker argued. "We're just still, dependent on our parents. We haven't left the nest yet."

Jazz sighed. "Why did you get the summer off? Why does your job start in the fall?"

"Why are you asking?" Tucker asked uncomfortably. "Are you complaining?"

"No," Jazz said as she laid her head on his chest and sighed. She closed her eyes and listened to his heart beat. Her problem was that she knew summer was going to end, they would part ways, and it would all be over. The thought of having to leave Tucker made her feel teary, and she hated it.

"My job hasn't started, because they don't need me yet," Tucker began. "After all the hard work at college, I figured it'd be nice to take a break."

"Yeah," Jazz agreed. "I'm really glad you did."

"Me too," Tucker said. He wasn't about to question anything at all. He was just enjoying the moment and didn't want to think ahead. The thought of leaving Jazz terrified him.

Worse than thoughts of leaving Jazz, was the thought that he didn't know how she felt, or if she'd even be willing to try a long distance relationship. He loved her, and was afraid to tell her. Tucker was sure she'd tell him he was just caught up in the moment, that they hadn't been together long enough to have such deep feelings for each other, but he'd known Jazz for as long as he could remember, and he knew he loved her, and it hurt, because he was sure she was just, amusing herself with him.

"We should go to the beach," Jazz finally said, changing the subject as her fingers slid under Tucker's yellow tee shirt and she tickled his stomach. He shivered as he grabbed her tickling hand and kissed it.

She was driving him crazy, and the worst part was is they were never really entirely alone together. At her house, Jack was always hovering over them, giving Tucker the evil eye, and they rarely spent time at his house, where his mother liked to give Jazz the third degree. It was hard for Jazz, because his mother's attitude left her feeling as though she didn't like her. Tucker knew that his mother had adored Valerie and had expected him to marry her, and was disappointed, and hoping he'd get back together with her. He knew Jazz's feelings were hurt, and he wanted to tell her his mother's attitude didn't have anything to do with Jazz at all, but since they didn't talk about their relationship, he didn't tell her that his mother liked her, she was just, disappointed in her son.

The thought of the beach was nice, and Jazz had a sexy blue bikini she always wore, but Tucker knew he'd have to spend most of the afternoon in the cool water. She was driving him crazy. He wanted to run away with her. He wanted to more than kiss her under the moonlight, then tell her goodnight. He wanted, well..all of her.

"Tuck?" Jazz asked as she sat up and looked into his face. She looked into his eyes and smiled sweetly. Her heart began to race as his eyes searched her face. He smiled and brushed her hair from her face, then pulled her down to him and kissed her, she told herself to end the embrace quickly. She only allowed him to kiss her goodnight. She was afraid of getting anymore attached to him then she already was, but her body wasn't listening to her brain. She parted her lips tentatively as he smoothed his tounge along them, then past them, he pulled her down beside him and then moved over her so he could kiss her more thoroughly.

Jazz closed her eyes and allowed herself to kiss him back, as she put her arms around him and held him close, the thought of the beach or anything else but him, completely slipping her mind.

"Jazz," Tucker whispered against her lips as he started to move away. He wanted to tell her how he felt. He wanted to tell her that he loved her, but he couldn't.

"You wanted to go to the beach?" he asked instead of pouring out his heart to her.

Jazz smiled as she traced along the edge of his ear, she didn't care so much about the beach at the moment. She pulled him back down to kiss him again, she loved the taste of him. She loved the way his lips felt against her own, and how he made little humming sounds as they kissed. She loved…Jazz paused and opened her eyes.

"Tucker," she whispered breathlessly, and he moved away and looked into her eyes. She loved him. The realization hit her like a ton of bricks on her stomach. Should she tell him? Would her admission ruin the beautiful and relaxed relationship they had? He was leaving soon, she had to go back to school. It wasn't right to try to make anymore of things or change what they had right now.

"What's wrong?" Tucker asked worriedly as a tear escaped from one of Jazz's eyes and rolled down into her hair. She sat up and shook her head. Was she mad at him for kissing her, had he gone to far? He wished he didn't feel so unsure of himself. She made him feel like he was fourteen again, chasing every girl in school and being constantly rejected despite his false optimism.

"Nothing is wrong," she lied, then sniffled. "Maybe allergies." She smiled at Tucker and he looked at her doubtfully.

"So," she said shakily. "Let's spend the rest of the afternoon at the beach. It's getting too hot." Tucker half laughed as he followed her out of the park, thinking that she was right.

They stopped by Tucker's house so he could get his swimming trunks. Jazz was left standing in his living room alone. She fidgeted a moment as she fought between what she wanted and what she felt was reasonable. She stood and walked to the window as the war between her head and her heart raged.

"Sometimes you just have to take chances," She told herself, then walked down the hall toward Tucker's room. She'd never been there before, and she was curious to see what it was like. She would have never been so brave if his parents had been home, but as it were, they were gone and she was curious to see into a part of Tucker that he'd kept hidden from her.

Jazz found him digging through a clothes basket, presumably looking for his swimming trunks. She knocked on the open door and he looked up at her and smiled.

"Your room is a mess," Jazz stated as she looked around at the boxes stacked around haphazardly around the room, a undisputable reminder that he was leaving.

"I've been packing," Tucker told her as he found his swim trunks then looked at Jazz as she closed the bedroom door behind her. His heart began beating faster. He swallowed hard as Jazz walked closer to him, her eyes locked with his. He wished he could read her expression, but he was afraid of second guessing himself.

"Let's forget the beach," Jazz said sweetly as she took the article of clothing out of Tucker's hand. "It's much cooler in here."

"Ha," Tucker said almost teasingly, though is voice came out of his mouth very shakily. "That's what you think." Jazz laughed and looked into his eyes.

She stood on her tiptoes and kissed the corner of his mouth as she removed his hat, then his glasses. He looked at her in surprise and she continued to smile. She sat down on the bed and pulled him down beside her, then moved so she could kiss him again.

"Jazz," Tucker sighed. "I don't think this is a good idea. I, I won't want to stop at just kissing you." He could feel a blush crawling up his cheeks and was glad his skin was dark enough so it didn't show as bad as Jazz's as she flushed a pretty shade of pink.

"Good," Jazz told him as she pushed him back on the bed. He blinked at her in bewilderment. What did she mean good. She moved so she was straddling on him, sitting on his stomach smiling down at him.

"You smile a lot," he teased, not knowing what else to say and frightened that she's put an end to whatever she was doing if he said too much. She moved so she could unbutton his pants and he gasped.

"I smile because I'm happy," Jazz told him softly as she drew swirling patterns on his skin along his waist. "You make me happy." Tucker smiled back at her and she leaned down and kissed him.

"Are you going to regret this?" Tucker asked breathlessly as Jazz nibbled on his neck. He didn't want to ask, but he had to. "It's not really sensible you know." He closed his eyes. Why did he say that? Why was he trying to talk her out of this? He closed his eyes fearing she would move away from him.

"I know," Jazz told him. "I won't regret it. I promise."

Maddie looked up from her work as Jazz came down into the lab the next morning. She eyed her daughter thoughtfully then smiled at her sadly.

"Going to the beach?" Maddie asked wistfully as she surveyed Jazz's bikini top and shorts.

"Yeah," Jazz answered cheerfully. "I was wondering if you had any sun block. I'm out and don't want to waste precious beach time going to the store."

Maddie raised her eyebrows. "That's not like you Jazz," she remarked.

Jazz smiled and shrugged her shoulders. "It's nice to relax sometimes," she said happily. Maddie smiled softly at her daughter. She was happy that Tucker was making Jazz relax, the girl could be too uptight, too analytical sometimes.

"Everything is going good between you and Tucker then?" Maddie asked. She watched her daughter's expression soften dreamily.

"Very good," Jazz answered, then a look of sadness replaced her happiness.

"But?" Maddie asked.

Jazz sighed deeply as she leaned against the counter and crossed her arms, "It's just, we're going to have to end it soon."

"Why?" Maddie questioned.

"I'll be going back to school. He'll be moving to California to take that job, and long distance relationships just don't work, Mom. It's better that we end things while it's good don't you think?"

"I think maybe you should talk to Tucker about it. See how he feels," Maddie told her daughter.

Jazz shook her head. "I don't want to ruin things, Mom. I just want to enjoy my time with him"

"Well," Maddie said. "You're going to have to talk things over sometime. I get the feeling from Tucker that he's more involved in your relationship than you think he is. If you don't feel the same way he does, you need to let him know before he completely loses his heart to you."

Jazz's eyes widened as she looked at her mother in shock. "Tucker is a rational sensible person. He knows this is just for the summer."

"But you haven't talked about it," Maddie countered. "He may have changed his mind."

Jazz opened her mouth to protest when the door bell sounded. "That's Tuck," she said quickly. "I better get to the door before Dad."

"Okay, Sweetie," Maddie said. "And yes you can take my sun block."

"Thanks," Jazz laughed as she kissed her mother's cheek then ran upstairs. Maddie bit her lip worriedly as she watched her daughter go. She felt sad, she had a feeling that unless Jazz stopped trying to make everything so planned and easy, that both Jazz and Tucker were going to end up with very broken hearts before all was said and done.

And here is where I beg for a review, cause I'm like that.