A/N Once again I want to thank all of my wonderful reviewers for your amazing and encouraging words! I'm sorry it's taken me so long to get this next chapter up but I like to stay at least two chapters ahead, between what I post and what I have completed. It's my safety net, and Chapter Five was hard to get down the way I wanted, and I lost a little time as my 21 month old son developed a bladder infection so that's made life complicated! He's mommy's little boy all the way! Anyway! On to the story!

Chapter Three

It had been a week since he had gone to the Harrison house to help rescue Jude from Megan and her delusional obsessed mind. She'd hugged him and in the heat of the moment she'd even kissed him and he felt like his world was piecing itself back together. But later that evening at the rehearsal space she had made him eat his own words. She took back the kiss. He can still hear the conversation echoing in his head as he lies on his sofa, where he's been for the last week.

"You need to forget this ever happened. I can't do this again. You made your choice back in New Brunswick. You can't see yourself for what you are; you refuse to see yourself beyond her words."

"I don't want to lose you completely Girl…"

"We can still be friends Quincy. When we're both ready to be back in the studio we can even co-produce again. But that's where it ends."

His arm is lying across his eyes as he continues to play the moment over in his mind, until a loud clap of thunder shakes the room. Something inside him seems to snap as he bolts upright on the couch looking around the darkened room. Finally he can hear the rain pounding against his window and to him it's almost like a melody. He pulls himself from the sofa and walks into his office, straight to his desk as he starts digging through the mountain of papers piled there. A grin crosses over his features as he finds the leather bound book he was searching for.

Just like Jude he keeps his work in a journal, only he doesn't carry it around with him anymore. He walks back out into his living room taking a seat on the floor with a guitar and his journal in hand he begins to write. It had occurred to him that the best way to get his message across to her was the same way she truly spoke to him; through music. After all, they are musicians.

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She hadn't spoken to him since the whole thing seemed to come crashing down around her. She's in trouble and she knows it, not only because her album tanked because of her own stupidity but because she can't stop loving him no matter how much he'd hurt her. She had a sneaking suspicion that today when she walked into the studio he was going to be there, and she had to be ready for him.

She walks into G-Major forcing herself to project an air of confidence she doesn't possess in the least. Her head is held high and there's almost a sway to her hips which are wrapped in her usual torn jeans, boots though a little more feminine these days with the heel and all, and a blue knit top that hangs off one shoulder slightly. She's grateful when the first thing she hears is, "Dude!" from a very excited Speid. Both him and his wife wave her over to the couch and she plops down beside Speid while Karma remains on the arm on the other side of her husband.

"Finally come out of hiding Jude?" Karma just jumps right into things, her way of dealing with people almost reminds one of Anya, for those of you BTVS fans you know exactly what we mean.

"Karma!" Speid looks at his wife wide eyed, his expression almost mirroring one of the many Xander might have worn in this instance.

Jude shrugs looking between the two before kicking her feet up onto the table her arms crossing lazily over her stomach before she sighs and responds to the silent questions both of her friends harbor. "I needed some time after everything, not just the basement, but Tommy… But I'm ready I think, to get back in the studio and get to work again."

"If he comes in," Karma states openly.

"What do you mean?" Jude's feet drop from the table as she turns to fold one leg in front of her on the sofa facing the couple, her brows quirked in a curious expression.

"He hasn't been in either, since we rescued you. Actually no one's seen him since you two went to the rehearsal space for privacy." Speid shrugs his shoulders, but even Jude can see the hints of worry across his playful features.

"Has anyone tried calling him?"

"Of course dude, but then do you really expect him to answer for any of us?"

"Has Sadie tried?"

"Of course, but dude he's seriously like… it's just bad. It was bad when we came to rescue you, but I think it's gotten worse. It's like he's actually lost or something."

Jude opens her mouth to respond just in time to see Tommy round the corner beside hospitality. He's still unshaven, a little disheveled, but his white t-shirt, tight legged jeans, and trademark leather jacket, and dark sunglasses made you look past it. She closes her mouth quickly not wanting to let him know this was getting to her, but let's just say, he could give Johnny Depp a run for his money. Well when he was Cry-Baby.

Tommy stops beside the railing looking up at her as he pulls his glasses down slightly to settle those piercing blue eyes on her. His voice gives nothing away, "Harrison, you free? I've got a bit of a business proposition I'd like to discuss with you, and then we can work if you're ready."

It takes all of her effort to remain calm as she watches this. Was he trying to drive her insane? He's already making it killer to stay away from him just by being him, but this just upped the stakes. She runs her tongue across her gloss painted lips, almost wishing for the ability to paint them scarlet just looking at him. She speaks and to her own surprise keeps her voice steady, "I'll meet you in our studio Quincy."

She watches as he says absolutely nothing, simply pushes his glasses back in place and seems to almost glide over to studio A. It was like Johnny Depp and Elvis Presley all rolled into one. She glances towards Karma just as Speid does who glares before pouting as he knows saying something won't help, but even Karma couldn't help watching Tommy walk into studio A. "Sitting right here honey" Speid reminds his wife who blinks rapidly and looks at him shrugging her shoulders.

"You'd be staring too if you were a girl." She shrugs again before looking to Jude. "So what do you think it's about?"

"I couldn't even begin to guess, but I'm dying to find out."

"Good luck dude." She hears him call behind her as she saunters into studio A.