Author's Note: Hey guys! I am so sorry about the absence. I never like to let my stories sit too long. A friend of my family's died in a car accident on the way to go fishing in Louisiana this past weekend, and I have been very busy with the visitation and funeral. It was a sad ordeal, especially since his son was in the car with him and tried getting his dad out without success. Talk about heart breaking. I know how he feels, My mother died unexpectantly like that and it seems so unreal. After letting things wind down some, I have gotten back into my stories and looking forward to getting lost in the words. And for some of you who have asked, you will be glad to know I finally downloaded Yahoo Messenger on my new computer (laugh). It took three hours with dial up, but I do have it. Well, enough babbling, here is the long awaited next chapter of You've Got Mail with more coming today I promise. Smiles and hugs to you all and thank you ThatMoment for the ecard you sent me. Oh my God, that was just…yeah, I still feel great over that and just when I needed it too. Hugs. Angel422
Tommy…
"Okay, so is this some mixed up game that you two play on your off time?" Matthew asked soundly as he leaned back in the seat Tommy had purchased for him on this trip to Greece. Tom didn't say anything—just stared out the window at the passing scenery below with a clenched jaw and a resolve that was as hard as stone. Silently, he was cursing Jude while congratulating her all the same for having opened up this can of worms inside his family. It gave them all a chance to heal now—to maybe resolve some issues that should have been taken care of a long time ago. He thought back on the way he had driven off from his home—his bags packed and his brother following while claiming that he wasn't letting Tommy do this alone. As for his mother, He had told her that they would talk when he got back. For now, he didn't have the time--didn't have the patience to discuss anything until some things had been cleared up. He had to catch the next available flight to Athens so that he could capture Jude and thoroughly throttle the woman. Tom jumped as he felt his brother tapping him on the arm rather insistently—raising a brow at Tom as their eyes finally met.
"I asked if this was some sort of game the two of you played." Matthew repeated as he narrowed his eyes at Tom's musing expression. Tom just laughed before shaking his head.
"You have no idea, brother, no idea at all." Tom replied as he laughed again before staring over at the window and shaking his fist at the air. He could just see her now—standing with her hands on her hips, shaking her finger in his face, and going "Run Run as fast as you can. You can't catch me, I'm waiting for you, man." Yeah, that was Jude alright. She had been challenging him since the first day they had ever encountered each other—had discovered that they tended to rile each other sometimes to the point of no return. And they still went back for more.
"I'd start looking for a crash helmet, puppet. You're in for one hell of a ride." Tommy thought to himself as he chuckled suddenly—envisioning a daring Jude looking out another airplane window while whispering him a challenge in return. Oh, boy! A thought hit him like a light coming on suddenly—like a friggin' train speeding down a track. Who says Tom couldn't have a little fun with this. She wanted a scavenger hunt did she? Tom laughed suddenly as Matt glanced over at him in startled discomfort.
"Okay, you've started talking to yourself and laughing uproariously at non-existent jokes. Should I call for a psychiatrist now or…." Matt began as Tommy shook his head and placed a hand gently against his brother's arm.
"What if I told you I wanted to spice up this trip a little?" Tom asked mischievously as Matt narrowed his eyes.
"Spice it up?" Matt asked uncertainly as Tom laughed again. "Oh, Jude, do you have any idea the kind of monster you've created in me?" Tom thought as he nodded slowly. God, he hoped the rest of his life would be as exciting as this. She was like a drug that you couldn't resist.
"Hand me a notebook and call a flight attendant. I am about to charm the woman into giving Jude a note for me. Don't worry, things will get clearer as we go." Tom commented quickly as Matt stared at him a moment in wonder before doing as bid—laughing suddenly as he read the script that Tom scrawled across the blank paper handed to him.
"I don't care what anyone says. You two are definitely two of a kind." Matt muttered as Tom grinned. And he was planning on keeping them that way, but who says a man couldn't have a little fun with his puppet along the way. She may have learned to cut her strings, but he was good at pulling on even tattered threads.