A/N: Hey all, I'm back, again, with chapter 7! Hope you guys like this one and I'm currently working on chapter 8 and 9 so I may have 8 up later today. :D Hope you enjoy! (wow, I think this is my shortest a/n of the whole fic, including two worlds)

Chapter 7

All he could see was red. In his sleep haze, he moved his head slightly to figure out what he was staring at. After a moment, he realized it was Jude's hair and smiled slightly to himself. As his head began to clear (though still slightly fuzzy from pain medication), he became conscious of their current position. Jude was curled up next to him, her head laying on the crook of his shoulder, one arm flung lazily over his chest, and one leg over his hips, a position she took from sleep, and his arms had slid around her waist. He quickly unwrapped his arms, feeling slightly awkward and brushed her hair away from his face.

Jude let out a groan and Tommy panicked slightly as the teenager woke up, and turned her head to look up at him. She smiled happily at him and then, after a moment for realization to set in, her smile fell and she untangled herself from him, muttering an "I'm sorry".

Before Jude finished getting off the bed, and before either could say another word to each other, the door to the room opened and Alicia and Danny stepped in. Tommy let out a groan, which sounded rather torturous, and watched as his siblings stepped into the middle of the room.

Alicia eyed Jude as she got out of the bed and ran a hand through her hair. Danny stared at Jude like she was meat and Tommy found himself wanting to smack his brother, hard.

"I see your little whore wasted no time…" Alicia stated, looking at Jude in disgust. Jude glared at the older woman but said nothing.

"Alicia"

"Yes, yes, I know Thomas." Alicia stated, waving a hand dismissively and rolling her eyes. "You love her," She spat, almost like the words were curses and rolled her pretty eyes.

"Hey, Jude." Danny said, staring at Jude, or rather, Jude's chest.

"Hi," Jude stated, looking uncomfortable. Jude glanced over at Tommy. "I'll let you talk to your siblings…I'll see you later." She said, and dashed out of the room before Tommy could object to her leaving.

"Damn," Danny said, his voice full of admiration as he looked back at his brother. "That is one" Tommy's icy glare stopped Danny in mid sentence.

"Really, Thomas, what do you see in that…girl?" Alicia stated, and Tommy just shrugged. He could say a lot of things about Jude, but he didn't know exactly what made him fall in love with her. He always was attracted to her, that much he knew, but she was out of bounds. First, because of their jobs. He couldn't pursue a relationship because it wouldn't be politically correct and it could become awkward, something he wanted to avoid. Secondly, the seven year age difference was a big factor, especially about the part where she wasn't exactly legal. Alicia sighed and said nothing else.

The trio fell into a sudden silence and wasn't a welcome one.

"So, uh, how's mom and dad doing?" Tommy asked. He didn't know if the family relations had changed in three years, but he knew he would still be an outcast; he always was. Before he began producing, his parents had told him he was written out of the family will and shouldn't expect anything unless he got a real job. He didn't care; he didn't need their help or support. Never had, never will.

"Busy as always…" Danny answered with a shrug. The siblings talked briefly before Danny and Alicia left Tommy alone. Once Tommy was alone, he mentally thanked the doctor for keeping his condition silenced. He didn't want anyone but those closest to him to know about the memory loss. It made life easier that way. He sighed and found his mind drifting towards Jude.

April 16, 2008

Tommy and Kwest stepped into his apartment. The doctors still didn't want Tommy to drive; not until they could be sure he wouldn't be driving and suddenly get his memories back.

Tommy glanced around and noticed a few changes, mostly new cds and movies, but as he glanced at the picture frames, he noticed most of them were of Jude, or him and Jude together. One particularly caught his eye, one of him and Jude kissing and he felt his eyes linger on it for a moment before he snapped himself back to reality.

"You gonna be ok man?" Kwest asked, coming up behind Tommy. Tommy let out a sigh.

"I'm just…confused." Tommy stated, glancing around his apartment, which was so familiar, yet foreign at the same time. He crossed the floor and sat down heavily on the couch, leaning his elbows on his knees and his face in his hands.

"Need to talk?" Kwest asked, coming over and sitting next to his friend.

"I don't know Kwest…I mean, I guess I was in this car accident, and I wake up, and it's three years later, and this girl…she does something to me…I can't stop thinking about her and" Tommy let out a groan of frustration, and leaned back against the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "How can I have feelings for a girl I don't even remember?" Kwest was silent for a moment, thinking on his word choice. He lay a hand on his friends shoulder, and Tommy turned his gaze to Kwest.

"You might not remember her up here," Kwest stated, tapping his own head, and added "but you do here." Kwest tapped his hand over his heart and Tommy just stared at him.

"That doesn't help." Tommy muttered, looking exasperated. Kwest sighed.

"And that's why I'm seeing a therapist…" He muttered.

"Whoa, you're in therapy?" Tommy stated, looking appalled.

"Dude, with trying to solve all your problems, who wouldn't be?" Kwest stated, with a wink. Tommy glared at his friend. "Seriously, though, you sound as whipped as you did before you went comatose."

"Great, now I'm pathetic." Tommy stated, shaking his head. "This conversation just keeps getting better and better." Tommy paused for a moment. "So, what do I do?"

"That's up to you." Kwest stated. "I can't help you here man. I've never had memory loss over the girl I love. All I can say is, you need to do what feels right."

"That's what I'm afraid of…" Tommy stated, a dead pan expression on his face.