chapter 9
As the car slid around the wet curve, Jude tried to remove her self from her body. She imagined herself with Tom, in the studio, working on the latest song she wrote for him. She saw her self laying in bed with him, as he cuddled closer to her. She saw his face and his body as she called out his name and he turned around to look at her.

That's when the pain hit, that's when the sound of bending and twisting metal hit her ears. She felt the car vibrating, rocking her whole body to the core, as it jerked to a stop, planting it's self firmly around the tree. Her seat belt had held, but she was pinned in pretty tightly between her door, and what was left of the car.

When she opened her eyes, she felt…calm. She wasn't panicked or scared; she just knew she needed to get out of the car. Then she tried to move, and pain racked her body in waves. First right up through her back, where it rolled down her arms into her hands. Her legs were cut, gashed and she gagged at the site of the blood pouring from them. A piece of metal was still pushed up tight into her leg…and it was then that she started to panic.

She wiggled her door as she frantically tried to open it, but she couldn't even concentrate to do that. She leaned her head back on her seat and cried. It was still pouring, tom was gone, and she didn't know how long she would be here until someone found her that is if she didn't bleed to death first. She closed her eyes and slowed her breathing.
"Baby?" he said to her.
"Hum?" she said turning her head to the side to look out her shattered window.
"Your going to be ok, don't worry." Tom reached through and stroked her hair gently
"I can't get out!" she said in a strained voice.
"I'll get you out, Come on Jude stay with me!" He said to her as she started to drift off.
"Tommy, I love you,"
The car door was eventually yanked open and he went to move her.
"Don't! NO!" She screamed she motioned to her leg.
"Ok, Jude, I won't move you…just stay still ok? I'm going to call someone!"
"Don't go! Please!" she screamed.
"Jude I have to go get help!"
"Tom-"
"Jude it's not Tom, its Kwest…Tom isn't here. Jude? JUDE?"

She had lost consciousness.

"What do you mean your leaving? You can't leave!" Sadie said as she threw the blow-dryer down on the counter and followed him back out to the bedroom.
"Did you hear the first part of that sentence at all Sadie? JUDE IS HURT, do I need to spell it out for you?" He gathered his bags back up and put his shoes on.
"Tom, she'll be fine, we'll see her when we get back. You're not leaving." She said as she walked back into the bathroom. When she was done in there the flipped out the light and walked back out into the bedroom.
He was gone.

"Please fasten your seatbelts and puts your chairs and try tables in an upright position"
He had just heard that phrase, not more then a few hours ago when he got off the plane. He wished that he could have called someone, called Jude to see how she was. Maybe Kwest was there with her, he found her, and maybe he decided to stay by her side until someone else could get there. He leaned his head against the window and sighed. His marriage was over. He had just left his wife in a totally foreign country, so he could go see her sister. If she didn't figure things out, she was stupid.

He closed his eyes and wished this all away. He wished he'd never married Sadie, he wished he wasn't such a dumbass to Jude, and he wished he had never left. She would have never gotten hurt if he hadn't left. This was all his fault. He tortured himself with wondering what she looked like right now, and what she had said when Kwest found her. And if she had woken up and asked for him. Was she scared? Was she afraid, or was she in pain?

He smiled and laughed slightly to himself as he thought back to when they had first gotten together, when she was still a virgin, and when he was still so afraid to love her.

Flashback
the way that she sat on the piano bench playing softly…it drove him crazy. Just her, anything she did or said, he couldn't stand it. She sat there, her back to him, humming along slightly with the Christmas tune she was playing. Her dad had taken her and Sadie away for Christmas, and it was assumed that Tom would be joining them there as well. The lobby of the hotel was empty as Jude played next to the fireplace, the firelight casting a beautiful glow onto her face. Tom came up being her and placed his hands on her shoulders. She looked up at him and smiled, but started playing a different Christmas song. Her voice was quiet and timid, almost as if she didn't want him to hear it.
"I'll have a blue, Christmas, without you…
"I'll be so blue thinking about you…
"Decorations of red, on a green Christmas tree…
"Wont be the same dear, if you're not here with me
Tom looked at her sadly as he could here her start to get emotional with the song. It was about more then just the holidays; it was about her being alone.
"And when those blue snowflakes start falling
That's when those blue memories start falling
You'll be doing alright, with your Christmas of white,
But I'll have a blue blue Christmas."

A tear rolled down her cheek and she brushed it away quickly before he could see. He noticed to and he took hold of her hands and pulled her up off the piano stool. He wrapped his arms around her waist and leaned in to kiss her.
"Tom?" she said as he hovered above her lips, they're just barely touching.
"Hum," he said as he kissed her nose and along her cheeks.
"Don't make me love you again," she whispered. He opened his eyes and looked at her.
"You already do," he said as he claimed her lips with his. It was instant gratification on both their parts, as the want and the desire to act like this again was overwhelming. She pulled on his shirt, and on his hair, she needed to feel his body against hers. He hugged her to him tightly as he ravaged her mouth. She soon found her self backup against the piano as he pressed his body weight down on top of her. He broke their kiss to take deep breath but soon was attacking her neck, kissing and nipping his way down to her collar bone.
"Tom, oh god," she said not being able to finish what she was saying. His hand had found its way into her top and he was running his hand along the underside of her sensitive breast.
"We need to go somewhere" she said as she grasped onto the back of his head, feeling his silky hair beneath her fingers. Tom was finally able to break himself away from Jude and he took a step back and looked at her…her hair was messed up and her lips were swollen. Her chest was flushed along with her face…which had a "please take me now" look on it. He sighed and grabbed her hand. He led her to the elevator quickly before she would change her mind. As they waited she snaked her arms around his waste and dipped her fingers into the waistband of his jeans. He moaned, wanting to take her right there.
They stumbled out of the elevator onto the floor Tommy's room was on, and Tommy pushed her up against the wall in the hallway.
"Um, which…way?" Jude asked in-between kisses. Tommy again broke away from her quickly and walked down the hall to his room.
Tom fumbled with the lock on the door, anticipating what he knew was going to happen.
"What if someone comes looking for us?" She asked walking into his room.
"They won't" He assured her as she closed the door, and he flicked on some of the lights.
"This way," he said leading her into the bedroom. Before Jude knew what was happening, the clothes trailed the way to the bed, and she was straddling Tommy's waist. His hands were cold as they cupped her breast as he brought his face down to gently suck on her nipple.
"Oh god," she said moaning, nobody had ever made her feel like this before. He moved his hand down and placed it on her thigh and she sighed…frustrated because she wanted more, and because she was terrified. But nature was taking over and she wiggled her hips on top of him, feeling his length underneath her.
"Jesus," he said as he moved his fingers to rub over her slit. She was so wet…and he knew she was going to be so tight that he wouldn't last at all. She moved her hips on his fingers encouraging his movements.
"Tom, please…" she begged.
"Jude," he said looking into her eyes, "I love you, and I've never stopped loving you."
"I know," she said as she got off of him and lay down on the bed. He gently rolled over on top of her. No words were shared, only looks as they both knew what was coming. She closed her eyes and waiting for the pain.
"Jude," he said, "Kiss me baby." She opened her eyes and looked at him as he lowered his head. They kissed for a minute and then he began to push himself inside of her. She groaned and pulled his shoulders, but he stopped when he felt her barrier. He kissed her harder and brought his hand up to her chest to play with her nipple. He ran his fingers around it in circles, getting it nice and hard. He did till she was moving and withering beneath him. Then he thrusted into her, short and quick, feeling her wall tear. Her mouth came away from his as she cried silently. She willed her self not to cry, as she took deep breaths, adjusting to him. She bit her lip and he kissed her face and eyes, whispering to her the whole time. After a minute the pain subsided and she kissed him, nodding that she was ok.

He slowly pulled out, and then pushed in again, this time all the way. She screamed out but not in pain this time, as he filled her up completely. This time it was he who needed to stop for a second. He had been right, she was so tight around him, he almost came already. He willed himself not to, and began his rhythm, concentrating on her. It didn't take her long before she was cumming around him, and he smiled in satisfaction, increasing his rhythm.

"That was…"
"Real good," she said as she tried to catch her breath in-between moans.
"Girl, you're going to make me cum." He told her as he watched her bring her own hand up to her breast.
"Good" she said as she moved her hips up to meet his thrust. He gripped her thigh as he cradled the back of her head in his other hand. He kissed her, softly as his thrust were the exact opposite. He stopped kissing her and stared deep into her eyes.
"Love me Tom," she whispered, "Make love to me."
He didn't change the direction of his stare as he started to cum inside her.
"Oh god Jude," he moaned. She reached up and lightly touched his face. "That it baby, god you're so hot." She whispered as she encouraged him. His lips claimed her as his thrusts slowed inside of her, feeling the wetness created by the both of them.
"If I had only known…" she said. He looked at her... " if you had only told me how good this was going to be before…I would have done it a long time ago." She told him. He smiled and kissed her head as he pulled out slowly.
"Jude, I meant what I said…I do love you"
She just smiled and got up, walking to the bathroom.

End Flashback

Jesus, he thought to himself, he wasn't supposed to be thinking about fucking her, he was supposed to be thinking about how he could get to her faster. But he knew that as much as he tired there just wasn't anyway. He unbuckled his seat belt and got more comfortable. About halfway through the flight, he paged one of the flight attendants.
"Yes sir?" the lovely blonde asked him.
"Hi, I'm Tom Quincy, my friend Jude Harrison, the singer, she's in the hospital and I haven't been able to talk to anyone…do you think there is anyway the pilot could radio someone or something…just anything." He begged her. She looked at him softly. He was obviously worried and his eyes were red and tired.
"Of course Mr. Quincy, I'll do my best."

After about another hour she came back, and he had fallen asleep. She was hesitant to wake him, but knew that he wanted an update.
"Mr. Quincy? Tom?" she asked as she placed a hand on his arm.
"Huh, oh ya?" he asked rubbing his eyes slightly.
"I'm sorry sir, there's still no change in Miss. Harrison's condition. But that's better then it being worse right?" she said trying to shed some positive light on the news.
"Ya I guess your right…how much longer?"
"11 hours, would you like something to drink or something to put you to sleep?" she asked.
"Something for sleep would be great; as long as I'm awake by the time I get there."
"Yes if you take it now, I'll be right back"
Within 30 minutes he was out.

He hated hospitals…the way the looked, the way the smelled, and what they made him feel like. He got there and didn't care about telling anyone he was coming, or trying to use a back entrance. The press had gotten plenty of pictures of him looking tired and upset which he was sure they would have a field day with. But he just wanted to get to Jude. The closer he got, the more scared he became. Was she going to be hooked up to all kinds of machines, or would she be awake? Would she hate him for leaving her?

He found his way to her room after asking at the nurses' desk and signing a few autographs. When he got to her room, he took a deep breath, and knocked on the slightly open door. Kwest got up from his chair and walked over to the door. Maybe Jude's parents had finally gotten his messages and decided to show up. But when he saw Tommy he let his smile fade and looked down at the ground.
"Kwest man is she ok?" he asked. Kwest just nodded his head trying not to appear emotional in front of his friend.
"I'm just, so glad that- I mean she's been asking about you, and I didn't know what to tell her, I've tried calling but I just got the answering machine…"
"That's because I've been stuck on a plane for almost 50 hours." Kwest opened the door wider and let him in. Tommy walked quietly inside the room, and braced himself. She laid their peacefully, not as many tubes as he had prepared himself for.
"I'll leave ya'll alone for a little bit," Kwest said as he left the room. Tommy walked over to the side of her bed and picked up her tiny hand in his. He ran his hand over her smooth skin and over the spot on her finger were her ring was missing.
"God Jude, baby…" he said as he started to cry. He looked at her for a moment, and her eyes began to flutter open.
"Tom?" she whispered weekly.
"I'm here baby, it's me," he said as he wiped his tears off his face.
"Humm your home" she said.
"Ya baby I'm home."
"I'm so tired" she said yawning almost immediately.
"I know baby, get some rest."
"Lay with me," she said, moving over the best she could without causing her self too much pain. Tom crawled into bed with her and cradled her gently.
"Um you love me," she told him smiling softly before she closed her eyes to go back to sleep.
"God Jude more then you know."