Author Note: This is going to be a long one, I understand if you skip past this onto the goods. Well here is two of the three chapters that I promised. I realized the last chapter was taking too long to post, so I will be posting these two then posting the third one when it is finished. At this point I don't know when it'll be finished. I am making a transition to move with my father for Spring and he doesn't have a computer, so I am not sure how this will work. I'm gonna try to get my old laptop up and working again, but that doesn't have Microsoft word. So, I'm kind shit out of luck. I've been thinking of saving up for a Macbook cause I think those damn things are gorgeous. Everyone wish me a happy birthday too. I turned seventeen the day after I posted the author's note on updating. Hahaha.

I had fun with this chapter, with it being in Sadie's point of view. Though I'm not completely sure if I caught her je nais se quoi.

I am going to finish this story, no worries about that. I see this story and think about it, even hear their voices in my head almost everyday. It's odd and sometimes nerve racking, but I'm embracing it. Everyone enjoy these next chapters, please review

Also! I am in the midst of making a trailer for the fan fiction and have hit a bit of a rough spot. Know how to make videos and want to help me make it look good? PM me, I do have a reward (which is the full list of the Album's that will be featured in this story and the sequel - meaning Jude's song list and so on and so forth).

Chapter Thirty-five: I Don't Care/Do Something

"I cannot believe her! I cannot, cannot, cannot believe her!" I throw my hands down onto the bed, letting out a frustrated sigh.

I just made it from the bathroom to my childhood bedroom that I now shared with Kwest. The posters that once littered my walls were now neatly tucked away in my closet and my old twin bed had been replaced by a black wrought iron canopy bed - my dream bed. The shower I'd taken was supposed to distract me from the fact my sister was going to marry a man completely wrong for her…or maybe the fact that she'd completely changed from her former self. At times I see a glimmer of the old Jude, but just as quickly as I see it - she disappears and becomes this...person. New York has definitely changed her and not for the good. Coming home and making her stay was a good idea because it's made me realize that I messed up when I told her that I didn't mind her going back to New York. Secretly, I do have a problem with it. I just...don't have the heart to tell her. Maybe if I get her to see that Tommy has changed, she'll call off her engagement and stay in TO where she belongs.

"Sadie, honey, calm down. Being frustrated is not going to change a thing." He placed a hand on my shoulder, leaning closer to me from his spot on the bed. "Besides, it's late and she might hear you."

"I don't chare if the Prime Minister hears me!" I stand up, yelling a bit louder. "She is making the biggest mistake of her life! And I am just standing by, watching as she promises her heart to another man that is not Tom Quincy." I turn and fall back on the bed, holding the towel to my chest. Despite their roller coaster of a relationship, it's very plain to see the two were meant for each other.

He brushed my hair from me eyes, leaning over to look at me. "I think that's her choice, Sadie."

"Kwest, You and I both know this Lucas Michaels is not the one." My face crumples unwillingly as the tears I've been holding back slide down my cheeks. "I just want her to be happy, and I don't think she's going to be happy with him. That glint that used to be shining in her eyes...it's gone. She is gone."

"No. She's not, babe. She's here, but Tommy hurt her pretty bad and for the past two years she's hid away from what happened. It'll take her a minute before she realizes what's right..." he lays back and opens his arms for me. I scoot myself fully onto our bed, holding onto the knot of the towel, and settle into his arms. "Hopefully, before too it's too late."

Suddenly an idea blossoms in my head, I pull my head from his shoulder, looking into his eyes. "You've gotta help me, Kwest."

"Gotta help you what?" he knitted his eyebrows, stroking my temple with his thumb.

"Jommy." I use the coveted celeb-couple name. Before, I thought they were meant for the celeb-u-tard couples, scavenging around Lala land for their spot on the front of some even if it was flashing their va-jay's to the paps or almost dropping their child - but when the fans dubbed them 'Jommy' I realized how cute it sounded. Of course, I never used it around neither Tommy nor Jude. They'd probably flip the bucket if I did. "You got to help me get them back together."

He chuckled, throwing his head back. "Help you get them back together? You do realize this is real life and not some modern, personalized version of Emma? Right?" Emma just so happened to be my favorite movie; Gwenyth Paltrow looked gorgeous in it and the match making was perfect. I swear, it was as if it was my life, set way the hell back before there was such a thing as routine bathing and credit cards. After I made Kwest watch it with me one night...or two (could be four) nights, he's decided to constantly tease me ever since.

I smacked his chest, pursing my lips and rolling my eyes. "C'mon Kwest, you know they won't make their way back to each other on their own...and you have to give me that much."

He breathed, contemplating what I knew he was about to agree to. There was no way he'd let his oldest friend - even if they weren't speaking - go on like he's been with Alice because Lord knows what he'd do when he finds out they're engaged. He'd likely go and do a Vegas marriage with the woman to spite Jude's decision. I got to get to him before that. Alice is not worth his time.

I really don't like the girl - maybe it's because those distasteful clothes or that snotty little accent, maybe both, I don't know - and I have yet to comprehend why Darius hired her after I moved to the PR department. The blonde twit knew what the fuck happened between Jude and Tommy despite her feigning stupidity which she pulls off too easy to be acting. She went around G major, discreetly asking what happened and what was going on before throwing herself at Tommy.

After what seemed like an eternity, Kwest finally looked at me and sighed. "Okay. I'll help you."

I squeal, throwing my arms around his neck, and kissed his cheek. "I love you, baby." I say, pulling back. "Now about this plan..."

- - -

I was going to wait a little bit before even putting the plan into motion. Granted, it wasn't my best, but gimme a break. I just got out of the hospital. But when I woke up this morning to see another chirpy Jude - which made me want piss myself or call up a priest for exorcism because of the early hour - reading a bridal magazine. (May I point out that it's only been two days since she accepted his proposal?! Even me, future princess bride, wouldn't so such a thing so quick. That's like buying seat covers for your new car before even buying it.) Normally, I wouldn't mind. I probably would've grabbed a chair and gushed over the different dresses in the book, but this seemed like an alternate universe. Someone give me a reality check, please.

"So, Samantha, you want anything to eat?" I watch the side of her face as, with no difference in emotion, she read the magazine before answering me without lifting her nose.

"Ah, no thank you. I had a grapefruit earlier." I stare at her incredulously, my teeth gritting together. She actually answered to the name, though I shouldn't be mad. She'd been living as Samantha Harris for a while...too long in fact.

I move to the stove, grabbing some eggs and starting up one of the flames. I set - slam - the frying pan down and after cracking then scrambling eggs, I turn to face her, putting all my weight on my good leg. My hand found my hip and I found my lip puckering. "Jude." I watch as she continued to read the book as if she was oblivious to me - her sister - calling her name. "Jude...Jude. Jude!"

She flinched as I raised my voice, her blue eyes seemed surprised to see me standing in the kitchen. "What?"

"So, I know you said that you want to go back to NYC, but I want at least one last hurrah before you go. I know it'll be at least a week before you leave, though I wish you'd stay for Christmas."

"I know, Sadie, but you know I can't. And one last hurrah?"

"Yeah, we should go out. Like you, me, Kwest, Nicci, Spied, Wally, Kyle, Darius, Jamie, Zep..."

"Lucas, too?"

"Oh, of course." I smile sweetly, with an evil undertone, as I turn to flip the eggs. "You don't mind karaoke do you?"

I make sure my back is towards her so she doesn't see my scheming face. "Karaoke, Sades?"

"Either that or bowling." And we all know for a fact an uncoordinated Jude can't do bowling. I hear a groan then a mumble of acceptance.

"You really want to karaoke, Sadie? No offense or anything, but you've never really had a voice like that."

I chuckle, sliding the eggs onto a plate. She doesn't know about the secret voice lessons I began taking after the horrible Latin quartet. Portia was right about the lessons because I actually sound quite good now. It'll be a surprise when I do bust out in song and it doesn't sound like a cat dying. "None taken, but you'd be surprised at what changes." I hop onto the counter of the island and stab a fork into the yolk, my eyes on Jude as a wide smile spreads across my face.

After a few minutes of silence, she speaks, "So, do you think you could drive me to G-major?" I nearly drop my fork as she utters the record label she was formerly employed at. My brow crinkles and a smiles pokes at her cheeks as she watches me.

"G-major? What could possibly be at G-major for you?"

"Oh, I just want to talk to Darius." She nods and lifts the mug of coffee to her lips, taking in a long pull. Something about the tone of her voice, it just sets me off.

- - -

She has the essence of chique now and I can't deny it. It's as if she's become the more...girlish one. She's grown up so much, but in some ways not for the better sake. As I watch her, with curious eyes, enter Darius' office I see Alice approaching me. "Shouldn't you be working?" I ask before she can even speak.

She closes her small, glossed mouth before reopening it. "What is she doin' here?" Her thumb with chipped green nail polish, gestured toward Darius' lair.

"Does it matter? I don't think you get paid to snoop around, Ms. Mckinley. The phone does need answering."

She turned towards me but I stayed facing his office, just as curious as she about Jude's intentions...only for different reasons. She had clause to worry about Tom, which she should, while I was worried for her career...or whatever she was speaking to him about. For all I know she could be arranging another runaway to some foreign country where I'll never find her. Finally I remember Alice when her platform heel meets the floor. "You're on thin ice, Alice. Losing your job isn't on your weeks agenda I believe." Her jaw is set as tell her off and before she can say another word, Tommy emerges from Studio A. I hobble to him, smiling at how much I don't need those damn crutches.

"Tom. Wait." He stopped turned around to face me, tapping a manila folder on his fingers.

"What's up, Sades?" His expression was wary, like I was going to ravage him like a lion at any second. Oh yeah. Rawr, Tom, rawr.

"We should, uh, talk. Want to meet up for dinner?" The look he gets sends me into a gale of laughter. "No worries, Tommy boy. It's not a date. I just...want to talk."

"You never want to 'just talk', Sadie. Your words are usually double sided."

"Only seldom these days. C'mon, what's dinner gonna hurt? Please?" I pucker my bottom lip slightly. "Don't add insult to my injuries."

He sighs and chuckles darkly under his breath. "Fine. Meet me at Le Blanc's tomorrow...at eight." With that he spun on his heel and retreated back to the Studio. "And...Sadie?" I turn and look over my shoulder from where he called my name.

"Hmm?"

"Fire Alice for...all of us? It's like sticking pins under my nails anymore. I'd be...really thankful."

I smile in his direction, nodding. "No problem, eh? It'd be my pleasure…" I turned a quarter of the way around, my hair flying over my shoulder and settling on my back. "Oh and see you at eight, Quincy."

- - -

Freakishly enough after we had our first snow, it got unreasonably warm for this time part of the year in Canada. I hated seeing the wet sidewalks, the only remainder of the white snow that covered the city beautifully. The sky was dark when I walked into the restaurant, my eyes searching for the face I'd grown familiar with at a young age. A relieved smile spread across my face as I spotted him, hobbling over to his table. He stood up when he seen me, a forced smile covering his normally tight features. Like the gentlemen I never noticed he was, he pulled my chair out and waited until I sat to take his seat.

"It isn't that I'm not happy to see you, Sadie, but why now? Why after all this time?"

I flex the leg still wrapped in the cast, sighing in relief. My eyes flash to his face. "Because, Tommy, my baby sister decided to get engaged." The glass of wine that he was bringing to his lips, fell from his hand and into his lap. He turned sheet white and gaped openly as he reached to clean up the spilt wine.

"Sh-she what? Engaged...to...Lucas?" He stammered, dabbing at his lap with the napkin. His blue eyes betrayed shock, horror, disbelief, sadness, anger, and a mix of other emotions that I couldn't read. Then suddenly, he was mumbling fast and quiet. "And if that little fucker thinks I'm gonna stay away from her now, he's got it twisted. I can't believe she'd do that." His head snapped up, his eyes worried, and for - what felt like the first time - I really seen how much he loved my sister. There was no denying it now. "Is she serious?"

"It seems like it. It's been four days, Tom. She's reading bridal magazines and humming The Shirelles."

After a long pause in which he stared out the window, he looked at me and spoke, "Shouldn't you be all for this though? I mean you did let her go off to New York."

I shake my head. That was a twisted thing everyone had now-a-days. "No, I didn't. She only told me she was leaving and let me come with her while she and Darius' team transformed her into..."

"Samantha." We both say the name in disgust simultaneously and I press my fingers to my forehead.

"Tommy, despite how I've acted these past years I never really held anything again-"

"Oh please, Sadie. It was plain to see how you felt. Any retard could see that."

"No. At first, I was mad. Okay? I admitted it." I stared him down. Never in my whole life will the image of Jude completely broken down over him wipe from my memory. "It seemed as if you hurt her beyond repair and I couldn't bear to see her like that. So I let her go. I let the news of her apparent disappearance leak, I let the investigations go on fruitlessly, I made sure her world in NYC was a sheltered little cocoon before she arrived. I never really knew what exactly happened or anything with her because if we talked frequently, it'd look like something was up, but I always thought she'd come back, Quincy. Never did I think she'd go and date an industry guy again. But if I could go back and take everything back, I would. I'd make her stay and hash it out with you..."

His eyes glistened in the dim lighting of the restaurant and he appreciatively smiled. "There's nothing you can do, Sadie...her mind is made up. A ring he bought is on her finger." I tried to shake my head, but he shushed me before I could get a word in. "Besides, Sadie. She really doesn't like me, let alone want to be in my presence. She's not singing any-"

"Ah. Ah. Ah. Don't say that too quickly, Darius actually has me drawing up a joint contract for Jude between G-Major and The Good Stuf Records." His brows rose at that and I nod my head pressing my lips together. "She didn't even tell me she was gonna start singing again. I had to find out when Darius told me."

"So what does all this have to do with me?"

"We both know Lucas and Jude don't...mesh well together." I fumble with the napkin in my lap. "And even back when I tried to get with you I seen you only had eyes for her, you still do. And I don't have a liking for that man..."

He chuckled, leaning back in his chair. "And what? You're gonna play matchmaker Sadie?" I nod, smiling wickedly. "And just how do you expect her to be within the same vicinity as me?"

"Well, I told her that I want all of us to go out one last time before she leaves, you know? Nicole, Spied, Kwest, Darius, Wally....you."

"Me?"

"Yep. It's a karaoke bar. Liquor, music...Jude..."

His eyes floated out the window, biting his lip and seeming to contemplate what I'd laid out before him. "I-I don't know, Sadie..."

I was so not short of begging, which seemed like what I had to do. "C'mon Tom. It's pretty obvious you miss her." I smile, shrugging a shoulder and leaning into the table. "I think I can get you two back together."

"You'd do that? For me?"

"Not just for you, Quince. Don't be so vain. I'm doing this for us as well." I smile wickedly, reaching for the menu near my elbow, flipping the laminated folder open.

"So, what does this plan involve...Emma?"

I can feel cheeks flush a bright red. Damn Kwest and his big mouth. "Shut up. And it involves liquor, a list of favorite songs, and the man that knows nothing about my sister. Oh and of course, you. You're a big part in this."

"Are you sure it'll work?" He asks and for right now, I'm pretty sure. Jude isn't that smart, right? She won't catch on if he shows up.

A wide smile spreads across my face as I extend my hand across the table to shake on it. "As sure as my name is Sadie Noelle Harrison." He nods, pursing his lips in a sort-of smile, and shakes my hand tightly.