AN:
Yes, yes I know, I'm a horrible author for not updating like I should, but this summer has been beyond crazy. Not only am I going into my senior year (eep!) we got a foreign exchange student and I haven't been online as much as I'd like...so here's an extra long chapter...review lots people!

Tommy stormed into his office, slamming the door behind him. He reached for the framed picture that was sitting on his desk. It was of Jude and himself on their wedding day. God had she looked beautiful that day. He stared at the picture for a few moments and flung it against the wall, the glass shattering as it made contact. Cursing under his breath, he walked over and began picking up the glass.

"Hey, I just heard about Darius firing you," Drea said, walking in and helping him pick up the glass.

"Drea, you shouldn't be here," he said harshly.

She picked up the last remnants of glass and threw them in the plastic garbage can beside Tommy's desk. "I just came to apologize. I really am sorry Tommy. I had no right to kiss you the other day, and I hope you can forgive me."

"Thank you for your apology Drea, but I'm really not in the mood to talk right now."

Drea hung her head and nodded. "I understand. It's been nice working with you," she said before she left the office.

Tommy swallowed back a lump in his throat when the door closed. His entire life, everything he'd worked so hard for was beginning to fall down all around him. He debated on packing up his things, but everything that was in his office either reminded him of Jude or Skylar. Shaking his head, he looked around the office that he had occupied for the past eight years and walked out of the building.

He drove to his house to pack up his things, with hopes that Jude wasn't there. When he saw that her car was in the driveway, he groaned aloud, he really did not want to deal with this today.

Sighing, he unlocked the door and started walking up to what used to be their bedroom. He grabbed two duffel bags out of the closet and started stuffing clothes into them.

"What are you doing?" A soft voice came from the hallway.

Tommy looked up and saw Jude standing in the doorway, wearing sweats and hooded sweatshirt. "Packing."

"I can see that, why?"

Tommy looked up at her like she was crazy. "Why? Oh I don't know, maybe because you filed for a divorce, and I just got fired from my job, no thanks to you."

"Tommy, don't be mad at me. It's for the best."

"Do you realize how childish it is to talk to our boss and convince him to fire me?" He asked her, his eyes pained.

"I just mentioned that we wouldn't be able to work together anymore."

Tommy shook his head. "I don't believe you, because I can't trust you anymore. This divorce isn't because you stopped loving me, it's because you can't get over the fact that I was able to get back to the real world before you were."

"Why do you always bring that up?" She asked, her jaw clenched.

"Because it's true! None of this would be happening, had we not lost Skylar."

"Yes it would have, it was a wrong choice from the beginning."

Tommy scoffed and grabbed his bags. "We're done, just like you wanted us to be. Here's my key, have a good life," he said, handing her the house key as he walked out of the house.

Once he was in his car, he glanced at the clock. It wasn't even noon yet and he had managed to get fired and have a fight with his soon-to-be ex-wife, this day was going great. His cell phone started ringing. "I have to change that ring tone," he muttered. His ringtone had been one of Jude's songs since they had started dating.

"Hello," he answered.

"Honey, what's going on?" His mom's voice came through.

"What do you mean Mom?" Tommy said as he pulled up to a stop light.

"It's all over the entertainment channels that you and Jude are getting a divorce, is it true?"

Tommy sighed softly. "Yeah Mom, it's true."

"Oh honey, I'm so sorry," his Mom said, her voice filled with pain for her son. She knew how much he loved that girl.

"Yeah me too. Listen, do you mind if I drive down to the states? You know, spend some time with you and the family."

"Of course not Tom. Come down whenever you'd like."

"How's today for you?"
"Just fine, I'll see you later sweetie."

"Bye Mom."

Tommy's parents had lived in Boston, Massachusetts since BoyzAttack had broken up. A few years after they had made the move from Canada to Boston, they had gotten a divorce, and Tommy hadn't seen his father since.

Ever since their divorce, he had told himself that he wasn't going to end up like that, being a 30-something divorcee, but here he was, all of his worst nightmares were coming true.

Flashback
"Tommy, I don't think you should marry Jude," Cassie, his sister told him the day before their wedding.

Tommy laughed. "Cassie, what are you talking about, I love her."

"I know, but I just, I don't know what it is, but I have a bad feeling about this whole thing."

"You're just being overprotective Cassie, playing the big sister role, but seriously, you can stop now."

"Tommy, I just don't want you to get hurt."

Tommy sighed and gave his sister a hug. "I won't. Jude loves me, and I love her, no problems."

End of Flashback

He never thought he'd actually doubt the fact that Jude loved him. Maybe she'd never loved him in the first place. Shaking his head, he stared out the windshield, kept driving, and blared the radio.

The next afternoon he arrived in Boston and drove to the outskirts of town. He got out of the car, grabbed his bags, and looked up at the three story ranch-style house. He knew he was hiding, running away from everything, but right now, he couldn't think of anything better to do then come home.

"Long time no see little brother," Cassie came out of the house, holding her six-month old son.

He smiled at the site of mother and baby, but he couldn't help the pang of pain that went through his chest at the site of his nephew. "Hey," he said, giving his sister a hug. "It has been a long time," he said more somberly.

"I'm sorry about Jude," Cassie said softly, her heart going out to her heart-broken brother.

"Thanks," Tommy nodded. He quickly turned his attention to Jace and set his bags down. "And whose this guy?" He said taking the baby from his sister. "I had a nephew but he looks nothing like the little baby I saw five months ago."

Cassie laughed softly. "He's growing like a weed," she said as she watched her brother hold her son with the expertise of a father. She wished things had played out differently for him. As much as he tried to put on a brave face, she knew he was hurting. She had seen the way he looked at Jude, that big goofy grin he got on his face whenever she caught his eye, and she remembered that she wished her husband had looked at her like that. Granted, their marriage was fine, but Cassie knew there just wasn't the spark there that Tommy had had with Jude, apparently the feeling hadn't been as mutual as they had all thought in the beginning.

Tommy cooed at the baby while he grabbed his bag and followed his sister into the house. "Where's Mom?"

"She's actually out running."

"Since when does our Mom run?"

"Since some incredibly adorable man asked her to meet him for coffee about two weeks ago."

"She's dating now?" Tommy asked with an incredulous look on his face.

"It's been good for her Tommy, she's been alone long enough."

He shook his head. "That's not what I meant, I was just kind of surprised I guess."

"Well you might try using the telephone, I hear they even invented these things called cell phones that you can take with you virtually anywhere," she said, crossing her arms over her chest.

"I know I haven't been in touch, but a lot has been going on, and frankly, I really don't want to fight with you Cassie, I've been doing enough of that lately."

Cassie sighed and poured him a cup of coffee as they sat on the stools by the island in the kitchen. "Sorry, I didn't mean it like that. I know you've been through a lot lately, I'm just saying it wouldn't have hurt you to pick up the phone every once in awhile."

"It goes both ways Cassandra," Tommy said, using her full name.

She rolled her eyes. "You know I hate it when you call me that."

"Yes, that's probably why I do it," he said raising his eyebrows. Jace started to fuss and he held the baby against his shoulder, gently patting his back.

"You're quite the natural ya know," she said, taking a sip of coffee, and motioning toward the baby.

"Thanks," he said softly.

"You're not going to mope the entire time you're here are you?"

"Wasn't planning on it," he said absentmindedly.

"You know, I have half the mind to go beat the crap out of the woman you called a wife for the last few years."

"Cassie-"

"No! Have you seen any of the things they, that she's been saying about you?"

"You know I don't read tabloids, it's been pretty much like my mantra since I joined BoyzAttack."

"They're saying that not only did you cheat on her, that you arranged it so that Skylar would die."

"Cassie, really, why are you telling me this? Do you think it's helping at all?" Tommy said, clenching his jaw. There was no way he would ever even think of hurting his child.

"Because you need to know that the girl you loved has either always been a lying bitch, or she just recently turned into one."

"I know, okay? Why else do you think we're getting a divorce," he said, handing Jace to her and leaving the kitchen. He slammed the front door behind him and walked out to the backyard, his hands in his pockets. Sitting down on the green grass, he looked over to the pond, wishing he could just get his mind off everything.

He had lost track of how long he'd been out there, until he felt a hand on his shoulder. He looked up and saw his Mom standing behind him. She hadn't changed much over the years. She was of average height, around 5'8", a dark complexion, which she could thank her hispanic backround for, long brown, wavy hair that reached the middle of her back. The only thing that had changed were the few laugh lines around her mouth.

"Cassie told me you got into a fight."

"You make it sound like we're little kids Mom. Do you want me to say Cassie started it?"

She shook her head and sat down beside her son. "No, I really don't care what you say to be honest with you, because in some ways I think Cassie is right."

"So you think Jude is a bitch too then?"

"The mom part of me is screaming yes, but the woman part of me, is trying to hope that she's just having a hard time dealing with Skylar's death."

"I just, I don't know what went wrong Mom. I never yelled at her, I never hit her, I always tried to make her happy," he said, choking up a bit.

"And I don't doubt you for a second, honey. I know that growing up around your father was hard and you were never going to be like him," she said rubbing his back.

Tommy fought hard not to cry, he hadn't cried since he was ten years old. "I love her."

"I know, and maybe somewhere deep down, she still loves you," she said softly. She wished her son was five years old again, coming into the house with a scraped knee from falling off his back. That kind of pain she could fix, this kind, she couldn't even hold a candle to it.