Hey everyone! I know I've been saying this entire story that it would branch out past Jude's POV. It's finally here! I hope I do them justice! Let me know!

Tommy's POV

You hated to walk out that door. You hated knowing that she was still lying in that bed, your bed, and you were leaving. To a bar no less. What the hell was wrong with you? Honestly! Have you no sense at all. You nearly growl as your tighten your grip on the steering wheel. You already started the engine, but you just couldn't bring yourself to pull out. Pull out, Tommy, you command yourself, but yet you are still sitting there. It would be so easy to fake a cough on the phone and rush back upstairs. But she was probably getting ready by now. Why did Sadie need her? You needed her. You needed her in a completely different way than Sadie did, it was more of an intense need. Didn't that count for something? Well, you grin, maybe it wouldn't be so bad if Sadie needed her like you did. What! No! You did not just think that about your girlfriend and her SISTER! Even if she is your ex girlfriend, and you happen to know exactly what she likes as well. Damn it, you are one twisted one person, you realize as you finally allow yourself to leave the parking spot, and make your way to Mia's.

It was one of the few bars in the town that was respectable, yet not mobbed by the media and pappanazis. Do those damn people ever sleep? You were a regular there at one point. It was before Jude was legal though, and you needed a... you needed comfort. And comfort you found. Numerous times, really. You'd almost always start the night off with Kwest just drinking a beer to calm down after a hectic day in the studio. Or heated, maybe. Working with Jude always was heated. How you wished it was as dirty as it sounded in your mind. If only you'd known it'd be so amazing. That's not true, exactly. You knew it would be amazing. You've always been told the best things in life are worth waiting for, but damn you and your self control, if you can call it that. Or maybe it was your innate ability to royally screw up every time she pushed you to the brink. Nothing you'd ever done in your years in Boyz Attack were as stupid as when you left for Montana. How could you tell her you might not be coming back? Of course you were coming back! As if you could have stayed away!

Damn, were those some miserable months. You choose to ignore those months. You ignore most periods of time you spent away from Jude. You would like to ignore the times you were with Sadie, but you can't quite do that. You cared about Sadie, and she took care of you for awhile. You realize, in hindsight, Sadie probably wasn't your smartest choice, but she is Sadie freaking Harrison. Damn it, you couldn't deny that to yourself. Jude was still SIXTEEN! God, that makes you feel dirty. You'd fallen in love with a fifteen year old! But she was just so much more than a kid. She is your soulmate. And she pushed you! You tried to deny her! You tried with every fiber in your being to ignore what was staring you right in the eye, but she wouldn't let you do that. No, Jude was never one to be ignored. She refused. After all, she's a rockstar.

By the time your thoughts reach the present time, you are at the bar parking lot, and your worry that you ran a few red lights. Well, nopolice lights. Always a good sign. You can spot those cars a mile away, you've been in too many not to. Pulling your phone out of your jacket to make sure you hadn't missed any calls in your daze, you realize once again that you'd left her there, and it made you ache all the more.

Kwest damn well better need a kidney transplant for making you coming out tonight. Although, you doubt he'd take you to a bar for that conversation. More like... well you don't know where that kind on conversation would take place, seeing as how you'd never partaken in one. But you would imagine it would be a silent place. Secluded even. Ew. What the hell. You never want to be in a secluded place with Kwest! You love the guy, but seriously!

You jab the phone back into the inside of your jacket before stepping out of the car and the freezing night air. Damn the sun for taking it's needed warmth with it. Didn't it know that you hated the cold? Because you did. Only time was cold acceptable was when you were at your log cabin with Jude, and you were snuggled by the fire, like last Christmas. The memory brings a smile to your face, igniting a warmth that spread through the hairs on your skin like fire. Damn it, have you no testosterone left at all, man? You sound like a chic. You were not a chic! You had witnesses! Possibly too many. If you were one to believe that was possible, but you weren't, so you shrugged the thought away immediately. All that matters is that you have Jude now. And you were going to buy a house together. At least you think you were. Her uneasiness surprised and worried you. You'd thought she'd be ecstatic. Did she not like the house? It had to be that house. It was truly the only option. Or was it not the house at all? Was it you? Did she not love you anymore? No, that definitely wasn't it. The fire in her eyes were definitely still there when she looked at you. You know because you live for that fire. You wince at the thought. Not that you don't love her, you do, but it was just a little dramatic, even for you, who wrote Pick Up The Pieces. If that's not saying something, then what the hell is.

You don't even bother to stand in the long line to get into the club, you walk straight to the entrance. Jimmy, the bouncer, worked on one of your tours, and you made sure that there was always someone to comfort him too. You pat his shoulder sternly as he opens the rope for you to enter, giving you a thankful nod. You still can't believe he married one of your groupies. Last time you really talked to him, they had three kids. He even named the first son, Thomas. Talk about being thankful. You'd nearly choked on your vodka tonic when he mentioned that, but you hid it well. He didn't seem to notice. Maybe he was too busy admiring the picture of the so called Thomas. You just hope he gets past the seventh grade. Not that you are really complaining, you know everything you need to know about music and producing, but sometimes you wish you would have went back. Being a 7th grade drop out isn't something many would admit to. In fact, you aren't sure that anyone really knows besides Kwest and Chaz. You might have told Sadie that one night, but you can't be sure that wasn't a dream. You think it was real though, because there was no sex involved in that dream, and your Sadie dreams back then always involved sex. It would be like having a toothbrush without the tooth paste. Useless and boring.

"Thomas Quincy! You get your ass over here RIGHT now, stranger!" You scan the bar to see Mia, the owner and you immediately smile as you make your way to her, and immediately swing her around in a circle. She is probably one of the few women you knew that you hadn't slept with. It might have something to do with the fact that she has seen you at your absolute worst, and still talked to you the next day. She's sort of like your sister, you guess. Except you don't admit that out loud, because Kwest would be fast to remind you of the time that you had tried to sleep with her. You thought you were so close. That is until her girlfriend, yes girlfriend, walked up and stole her right from your fingertips. You were willing to share her, but the woman, you forget her name, didn't seem too amused with the idea, so you let it go. You hadn't gotten that shit faced since.

"Hey Mia." You smile as you place her back onto her feet. You forgot how short she was. She couldn't be an inch over 4'10, and when you are plastered, you really love to call her Shorty, and watch the steam poof out of her ears. Oh yes, you enjoyed it immensely. Sigh, it'd really been entirely too long since you've been here. You should bring Jude, Mia has been wanting to meet her for, well, much longer than what your great government would consider appropriate. Oh yes, Mia was the first person you ever told about Jude. Even before Kwest, but you think he might have known before you ever admitted it yourself. Well, maybe not, you'd told Mia about Jude the first night at the Vinyl Palace after she kissed you, rocked the house like a star, quit, and forgave you. Oh yes, you had a word full of things to say about Jude that night. But you really didn't want her then. You just admired her balls. She was 15, and you were her producer, and for all points necessary, the girl hated who everyone thought you were. What got you was how quickly she saw you, the real you, and she loved you for it. The girl really loved you, and you had done nothing remotely to deserve it. If anything, she should have chosen Jamie time and time again. Of course, she did at one point, and although you had picked Sadie, who was legal, it nearly killed you to watch her step off that bus and kiss him like she hadn't even THOUGHT of kissing you at all, when it was all you could think about the entire summer, the summer you spent with Sadie in Europe. Yes, you were a sick individual. You have accepted that.

"I have MISSED you, baby boy! How ya' been? The little lady keeping ya satisfied?" You force a laugh, wishing she was satisfying you right now, instead of you being here talking about your sex life with a lesbian! Not that there was anything wrong with that, but you made a point not to talk to women about your sex life, especially ones that knew your sexual.. Appetite.

"Ditto. Great. And please never ask that again, Mia!" You nearly beg as you look around for Kwest. "Where's Kwest?" You ask before she comes up with a response.

"No time to catch up with your favorite bartender? I see how it is, Quincy. I'm going to remember that!" She laughs as she kisses your cheek. "He's in the back. Something about needing to wash his face." It is obvious that she is as confused by the remark as you, so you let itgo as you walk away from the bar, making your way to the back. It was technically only for employees, but you figured you payed this place's rent for months on end. You were practically it's best investor. You find Kwest sitting in the middle of the deserted room on the old beaten couch staring at the tv, that wasn't even on. You weren't even sure it had cable. You are pretty sure it was just to take up space. Mia doesn't usually have help except on the weekends, so no one is ever in here. Which as you look at Kwest's appearance, which almost seemed frightened, you think that might be for the best. Was it really that bad?

"Hey man. Sorry I'm late." The guilt finally washes over you as you lean back into the couch. You are an awful friend, and you don't deserve someone like Kwest. You don't deserve a lot of things in your life though, so you have accepted that, for the most part.

"I... I have something I need.. I have to tell you, Tom." He doesn't even look at you. Kwest is huge on eye contact. It's mostly a respect thing, you think, but either way, your stomach squirms as your watch him search for words that he was apparently expecting to get from the tv. Did you mention that it was off? It was.

"We've been friends for a long time, T. And I know we don't really talk a whole lot, I just want you to know that you.. You are my best friend You'll always be my left hand man." You want to laugh at that, but you don't because in a lot of ways, he is right. He's usually the "right hand" man. He was on your right when you were standing in the alter, he's even on your right in the studio. So you swallow the laugh and let him continue. Intros like that tend not to lead to good things. They don't lead to good things at all. You almost want to tell him about the house, just to avoid the inevitable, but alas you don't because you don't think he'll get up the courage to do it again.

"I know, man." You nod as the silence overtakes the room, stealing all of it's oxygen too, making it stuffy and hard to breathe.

"Which is why I have to tell you this. Because it will get out soon, and you deserve to hear it from me."

"Kwest. Come on. Whatever it is, it can't be that bad. I'm sure we've faced worse." You don't allow yourself to follow the train of though that takes you back to all the stupid things you've done together, because you need to be paying attention. This was big. Kwest didn't like to beat around the bush, or talk in circles. He was always straight forward, and it was something that you admired him for. This was just so un-Kwest like that it scared you.

"I'm engaged!" He blurted out quickly and you couldn't help but to gawk openly at him. You didn't even know he had a girlfriend! Best friend, your ass!

"What!" You manage to get out, stronger than you felt. How had you missed that? Had there been signs? Sure, you hadn't went out much lately, but you see him everyday!

"I didn't want jinx it, or upset you, so I never told you. But then I proposed last night. And she said yes." A soft smile crosses his face, and you almost tell him to grow a pair. Guys don't get those looks when they are with other guys. Save that to woo the girl, man. Upset you? Why would him dating someone upset you?

"Sadie?" You ask because she's the only girl you've seen him talk to, well and Portia, but surely he isn't engaged to Portia. That's just.. No. He wouldn't do that. You had loved Portia. You had created a child with Portia. Portia who also killed the baby, probably before it ever had a heartbeat. Or you hope.

He winces, but shakes his head, no. He runs his fingers across his cheek, and for the first time you notice a hand print. You almost laugh. "Sadie mark? I've had those. Not gonna be pretty in the morning, man. Those nails are killer."

He nods his head, still not looking at you. "Yeah. I told Sadie today. Tom, I'm... I'm marrying Portia."

You aren't sure how long it takes you to process that, but suddenly you can't breath, and the room is getting much too small for you to be in. It's crushing your lungs, so all you can do is run. Running is what you do best after all. You can hear his footsteps running after you, but you don't stop until your outside, and suddenly the air that you'd been cursing before, you embraced fully. Cold air seemed so much easier to take in masses. You needed all the air you could get. He had said it. He'd said he was marrying Portia, your ex wife! Going after Sadie was one thing, she was just your comfort, but Portia. You married her! Isn't there some sort of rule against that? There has to be! A code! It was definitely against some codes. Codes that you'd never followed. Because you're sure marrying your manager's sister was against several codes too. Not to mention the laws you broke every time you succumbed into your weakness for Jude every time before she was 18. But this was different. This was flat out Betrayal! Your best friend had betrayed you, and you didn't even want to look at him! How .. How could he do that to you!

"Tom.." He was slightly out of breath, and you wanted to laugh. If you looked at him, you wouldn't know he was so out of shape. It wasn't that long of a sprint. You wanted to say that. You wanted to say how angry you were, how betrayed you felt. But you simply didn't have the energy for that. You didn't want to have this conversation. Not now. Not ever. And you sure as hell wouldn't be at the wedding. Not for all the cars in the world.

"I'm sorry, T. I.. we didn't mean for it to happen. It just did. I thought YOU of all people would understand that you can't choose who you love. You just do!" How dare he throw that into your face! Jude wasn't anyone's ex wife! Jude wasn't anyone's anything. Except yours. She was your girl, your artist, and your soulmate. Wow, you throw that out loosely, you realized, it just keeps coming back like.. Like it's a fact. Which it is. Just as much as the sun will rise again and erase this terrible feeling in your stomach.

"Do not go there, Kwest. Just don't." You seethe in anger. You can feel your nose flair, but you can't help it. "How long?" You need to know. You don't want to know. You know it's going to piss you off more, but you can't help it. No wonder he brought you to a bar, you were going to need a lot of alcohol. You had no idea how you'd get home, but you would worry with that later. Right now, the bar was calling your name, and it would be wrong for you to ignore it.

"6 months." He darts his eyes to the ground, and in that instant, you swear you feel the ground shake beneath you. But it was just you because he doesn't seem to budge. Six months! That is half of a year! Had he even broken up with Sadie that long? You couldn't really remember. You would ask Sadie. She would know. Ooh. That would explain the slap. Ouch. Not a smart move, Kwest. You almost laugh. Everyone thought you cheated on Sadie, but you didn't. Even Jude. That hurt more than anything else. You needed Jude to believe in you, you needed her to tell you to keep going, like she'd told the little girl that wanted to be a songwriter. Yes, and she did. Eventually. She had to. You knew if you cheated on Sadie, she'd never forgive you. You'd known it all along. They might have had that sister rivalry thing going on, but Jude always has Sadie's back. It goes both ways, really. It's just harder to see considering Sadie did go after you. How does your every thought go back to Jude? You don't know as you focus back onto the topic at hand. Kwest and Portia. Portia and Kwest. How does that happen!

"I need a drink." You push him out of your way as you go back inside. Anything else he had to say would have to wait until you had at least three shots of something very very strong in your system.