He didn't want to tell her, or explain any of it to her. Because he knew, and knowing was all he needed. The two songs that May had wanted to do were off limits. Even Darius raised an eyebrow when Tommy told him. But telling Jude, it made him see their past flash in her eyes. He had expected her to be upset, to be mad, but she sat there, and being her normal Jude self, she jumped right in and saved the day, coming up with a new idea, a new way to sell an old song.

"What do you think about My Sweet Time?" May asked. He could read the uncertainty on her face, and he knew she wanted his approval.

"It's a good song, we can make it fit you." Tommy remembered the first time he had heard the song. He was so mad at Jude, she wouldn't play ball, she couldn't see that they were losing everything, and the song Stupid Girl seemed to fit her perfectly that day. But had had to admit it was a good song, everything she felt on her first tour was wrapped up in that song. "We can get SME to lay the tracks, or pull from the original."

"Whatever you think is best." May beamed.

He glanced down as May put both hands on his knees. He swallowed hard and looked up at Jude when she spoke.

"It's a great song."

The soft smile that she gave him, made him know that she needed this just as much as he did. He couldn't have bared to hear someone else sing White Lines, and he knew she wasn't ready to go down that road. He watched her blond hair bounce as she walked away, hurriedly to join Sadie. When she was out of sight, he pushed May's hands away and turned towards the soundboard.

"What?" May asked with a smirk.

"Don't, not tonight." He said shrugging her hands off his shoulder when he felt it. "You need to look over the song, we need to figure out what sort of sound you want to do with it."

"It's always business with you." She sighed.

"That's the type of relationship we have, business." Tommy told her.

"I know I'm not Jude, but sooner or later, you're going to have to admit that you love me." May laughed.

It was times like this, when she made comments like that, that made Tommy know he could never love her. She was so ready to give it away, and he quickly handed it back to her. "What I love," Tommy smiled at her, "is getting my job done."

"All work and no play makes Tom a bore." May smiled and gave him a quick wink. "I'm going to go pull the song, I'll see you later."

Tommy rolled his eyes as she left the room. As he sat there, he became more and more amazed that May had taken the song, that she believed that Jude was giving her a perfect song to do. He knew that she had heard the song, looked it over, and quickly crossed it off her list. But he knew not to try and understand the power that the Harrison woman had, they were like super heroes, able to sweep in quickly and fix things, change things to fit them better. He laughed as he thought about the anger displayed on Jude's face when he told her the two songs May had wanted to do.

In the morning, he stood in line at the coffee shop, scrolling through his contacts. He knew it was early, but he needed SME to come in, they needed to lay down her tracks, change the tempo of the song.

"It's early for you, did you run out of hair gel?" Spiedmen asked, answering his phone.

"I don't do jokes in the morning." Tommy sighed back.

"You don't do jokes any time of day." Was the response Tommy got.

"Still not laughing." Tommy him was surprised that Speiderman was up this early.

"Okay, so what's up Quincy, you didn't call just to chat." He laughed.

"We're doing My Sweet Time, I need you guys to come in." Tommy told him, moving up slowly in the line.

"Can't do it." Speid told him.

"What do you mean you can't?" Tommy didn't like being told no, not by anyone.

"I've been summoned to the rehearsal space by the dude. She's got some song she wants to work out." Speid laughed. "I don't go against the dude."

"No, no you don't," Tommy smiled, thinking about Jude sitting in the rehearsal space playing her guitar, working through the hard parts of a song. "Alright, well come by when you can, I want to get the tracks down."

"Sure thing Quincy." Speid yawned. "I hope you stoked up on coffee."

Tommy didn't say anything else, he was now in the front of the line, and he knew he didn't have any coffee at the loft; he wasn't even sure what kind of mess he had left the space in. But he knew that they wouldn't notice, it was always a mess there. He quickly ordered his coffee and another with an extra shot in it. He knew she would need it.

He stood in the door way, leaning on the frame, watching her. She would push her hair back and sigh out of frustration every time she would come up empty handed. He could hear her muttering to herself, annoyed comments about him.

"Find what you're looking for?" he finally asked. She looked even more radiant in the morning, even if she was frustrated.

"You don't have coffee. How can you not have coffee?" he looked at the empty coffee pot, it wasn't even plugged in.

"I don't need it the way you do." He laughed, handing her the starbucks cup. "I figured you'd need this." He could see the confusion on her face, she hadn't told him she was going to be there. "I tried to call Spiederman this morning, to see if he could come in, but he said he had strict orders to meet you here, something about a new song." He raised an eyebrow, wondering if she would tell him more.

"You're a godsend." She smiled at him, and he saw the happy look she got, knowing she was feeding her addiction. "And sorry, it was just a spur of the moment thing, I promise you can have him this afternoon, I just need some SME time."

Tommy understood, he wasn't looking for an apology, he didn't need one from her for anything. "You always loved your band." He knew that if he stayed much longer he would never leave. It was so easy to be there with her, to talk about music, and he had to admit, he was more than curious to know about this new song of hers, but he couldn't press the matter.

"You can't fight chemistry." She smiled at him. He knew it was true, they couldn't fight it, but they both had too. He gave her a small nod before turning and leaving the loft. Maybe he really needed to think about getting a hotel room.