The following day, after spending another seven hours at G-Major, Tommy's phone rang as he sat in his Range Rover, waiting for Jude to hurry out of the studio from her quick meeting with Darius about the album progression.

"Hello?" he answered tiredly.

"I'm here," Nic said, walking through security at the airport, disregarding the evil glances for being on her cell phone. "Are you gonna pick me up or do I need to actually ride in a cab?"

"Umm, I'll be there in 15 minutes," he told her as Jude got into the car. "I'll call." He hung up.

"Call who?" Jude asked, putting on her seatbelt.

"Uhh, Nic is back in Toronto," he told her. "She's looking into moving up here and stuff, so she's up for the weekend."

"That would be awesome," Jude noted. "I didn't get to talk to her much, but I liked what I got to know, other than her breaking the news about Sophie."

"She's a character," he agreed, heading for the airport. "I wish sometimes she'd start to settle down, but then I think of myself at her age and stop wishing."

Jude laughed. "Maybe she'll meet someone up here?" She stopped as a thought popped into her head. "I've got it!"

"No," Tommy denied, reading her mind. "I will not allow my baby sister to hook up with your psychotic lead guitarist. There's no way."

"Oh, come on!" she scoffed. "They'd make a cute couple, Tommy."

"Jude, she's two years older than him in age and about ninety in maturity," he said, switching lanes.

Jude stared at him dumbly. "Tommy, you're seven years older than me and I'm about ninety older than you in maturity, so you can't play the 'age' card with them."

"I know but they have nothing in common," Tommy pointed out. "You and I have music and our chemistry. Nic is working on a novel and is an editor for The Chronicle, while Spiederman is a rock star and sleeps in Ninja Turtle pajamas."

"Wow, Nic works for The Chronicle?" Jude asked in awe. "Some of today's biggest authors had their stuff published there first: Lauren Weisberger, J.K. Rowling, Stephen King. That's a prestigious publication."

"Who knew you knew so much about publishing?" he teased, pulling into a parking lot at the airport. "We'll see about Nic and Spied, but for tonight, can she stay at your place and you stay with me? I don't really want to put her up in a hotel and the guest room at my apartment is covered in boxes I still haven't unpacked."

Jude nodded as they got out of the car and walked inside. "I cleaned this morning, so it should be okay for her."

"There she is," he stated, pointing Nic out in the crowd. "Little Nicole."

'Little Nicole' was wearing lime green Victoria's Secret sweat pants cut off at her calves, a plain white t-shirt, yellow flip-flops, and her signature black sunglasses that covered her flawless face. She was definitely a Quincy: gorgeous and with an air of arrogance. Her long dark hair was flat-ironed straight and even though she'd just gotten off of a two hour plane ride, she really did look like she'd walked off the runway.

"I hate your family," Jude muttered, watching Nic practically float towards them. "She makes me want to go to KFC and just eat myself into oblivion."

"Hello, hello," Nic smiled, hugging her brother. "Jude, it's nice to see you again."

"Yeah," Jude nodded. "So, Tommy decided you could stay at my apartment tonight and I'll stay with him so you don't have to go to a hotel."

Nic smiled and Jude saw the resemblance between the brother and sister in front of her. "Thanks, Jude. It's nice of you to give up your bed and have to sleep with him cause I'm sure he still snores like a troll with a cold."

"Ahh, and the past comes back to haunt me," Tommy joked, picking up Nic's Kate Spade luggage. "I see that you're paid well."

"Hey, I buy that which I need," Nic shrugged as her pink Motorola Razr phone rang. "Hello?" she answered. The other end spoke. "Joe, I took the weekend off to come up to Toronto to look at apartments so I can come do the job you turned down." More silence. "Oh, shut up." She closed her phone. "My boss," she explained. "He would die without me."

"Sounds like you have the same kind of relationship I have with him," Jude laughed, pointing at Tommy. "He'd die if I wasn't around."

"Probably so," Nic agreed, "but Joe is married with three lovely children while I'm living in a crappy apartment five minutes away from my aunt and uncle, all alone and bored out of my mind. Apparently, it's illegal to be between the ages of 18 and 45 and live in Montana."

Tommy led the girls back to his car and after loading Nic's stuff, headed back towards his and Jude's apartment complex. "So, Nic, you should come out to eat with us tomorrow. It'll be me, Jude, Kwest, and some others. Oh, and probably Portia."

"Sure," Nic smiled, knowing what the dinner was for. "Sounds fun."

After getting Nic settled into Jude's apartment for the night, Tommy and Jude settled themselves onto his couch to watch Say Anything.

"Gotta love these 80's classics," Jude grinned, fitting herself underneath his arm. "Good movie here, but The Breakfast Club still takes the cake."

"So you keep telling me," he replied, wrapping his arm tightly around her. "You think Nic will like it up here? I mean, we grew up in Toronto, but she was 10 when my dad died and my mom moved her to Montana, so it's probably a big adjustment for her."

Jude shrugged. "Yeah, but if she's a Quincy, she'll cope just fine. Plus, once we hook her and Spied up, she won't want to leave."

"Or, she'll want out so fast that her dingy apartment in Montana will look welcoming," he teased. "And I said we'd see about Spiederman."

"Yeah, yeah," Jude muttered as the movie started.

Spiederman raced up the stairs towards Jude's apartment, making lots of noise, not caring about waking up the neighbors. He burst through her door and hurried back to Jude's bedroom. "Dude!" he cried, shaking her comforter. "You're nominated for a Juno!"

To his surprise, the girl in black underwear and the pink tank top that pulled her head out from under the pillow wasn't Jude.

"Am I really?" she joked sarcastically. "And I always thought those were musical awards," Nic scoffed. "I'm honored."

"You're not Jude," he finally said, trying to divert his eyes to the wall above her head.

"Nope, sorry to disappoint," Nic apologized. "Try Tommy's."

Spiederman left the apartment in a daze and made his way into Tommy's, again letting himself into the bedroom, praying they were sleeping and not 'in the act.' They were. Sleeping, that is. "Dude, there's a half-naked chick in your bed."

"Spied?" Jude yawned, sitting up. "What are you doing here?"

"Well, we had a late night at the studio with Kwest and as we were leaving, Darius got a call from some guy he knows and you've been nominated for a Juno," he explained. "I came to tell you and found some incredibly hot, naked chick in your bed that wasn't you."

Tommy sat up now. "You saw my sister naked?" he fumed. "I'll kill you."

"I didn't know she was your sister," Spiederman whimpered, taking a couple steps back. "And she wasn't totally naked; she had on underwear and a tank top."

"Oh, my God, I've been nominated for a Juno?" Jude cried, letting the words sink into her head. "Me? A Juno? That's practically a Grammy!"

"You deserve it, girl," Tommy smiled, kissing her softly. "Now, back to you and my naked sister," he went on, turning his attention back to a very scared Spiederman. "Was she sleeping?"

"Uhh, yeah," Spiederman nodded nervously. "But she woke up when I barged in; she's sarcastic, just like you, Lord Squinty Frown."

"Spied, I highly recommend you not joke right now," Jude advised. "And Tommy, I'm sure Nic was okay with it. It's not like Spied meant for that to happen. I mean, you were just looking for me, right?" she asked her guitarist. He nodded. "See? No harm done."

"Right," Tommy murmured, leaning against his headboard. "So, a Juno, huh? That's impressive."

"Yeah," Spiederman nodded enthusiastically. "Okay, I'm gonna go now."

"Bye, Spied," Jude smirked, watching him leave the room. She looked back at Tommy. "Way to help the Spied/Nic situation, dear."

"Come on, Jude, he saw her half-naked!" Tommy cried. "That's not exactly good basis for a relationship, you know?"

"Oh, chill," she told him, falling back into the bed. "Now, go to sleep."