Hi again. Thank you so much for the reviews so far! I'm really happy that people seem to be pleased with the story so far...here's the third installment, which I wanted to post relatively quickly as this is the last chapter that's more of an overview. The actual story and drama start in the next post, so there's something to look forward to!

This chapter isn't entirely necessary, but I wanted to throw in a section with Tommy's apartment. Don't you wonder what it looks like? This chapter is devoted to that question--you'll see how I envision it. I'm hoping at some point this season, we'll actually see it (preferably with Jude, not Sadie) but until then, here's my idea of what it looks like. I'm curious to hear what you think, so let me know! Thanks again, and hope you ENJOY!

Jude stepped out of the elevator and approached the 4th door on the right, apartment 16D. She fluffed her hair and fixed her bangs before knocking on the door. She heard the sound of muffled music coming from inside and some movement before the unlocking of the door. The door swung open and a grinning Tommy appeared before her.

"Well, it's about time," he said.

"I would've been here sooner but my dad made me perform all of the songs from Abbey Road with him after dinner."

Tommy chuckled lightly. "Sorry I missed it. Can I get an encore performance?"

"Not unless you're planning on coming home from the hospital."

He laughed and opened the door wider. "Do you want to come in or just stand out there?"

She grinned and walked through the doorway, past him as he shut the door behind her. She stood there silently scanning the room. Her eyes went to the brown leather sofas, dark red rug, the entertainment system, the plaques and framed photos on the far wall. She liked the living room immediately—it had a warm, cozy feel.

"Do you like it?" she heard from behind her.

"Definitely," she said, turning around to face him. "It's you."

"Is it what you expected?"

"Pretty much. Just without the leopard print," she said with a smile.

"Oh well, you haven't seen the bedroom yet," he said mimicking her smile. She laughed a little as he leaned in and brought his lips to hers. She met his lips with eagerness, dropping her bag aimlessly and bringing her hands up and around his neck. He wrapped his arms around her back and pulled her in to him, releasing all of his anticipation in his kiss. After what felt like hours, they parted lips and looked into each others' eyes.

She smiled up at him. "So, can I get the ten-cent tour?"

"Sure," he agreed, stepping back and grabbing her hand. "Obviously, this is the living room."

He dragged her over to the center of the room so she could see it all. She noted the large TV with full sound system and speakers along with rows and rows of CD's. She looked closer at the pictures and plaques hung on the wall, pulling him over towards them. She saw the framed platinum records in the corner from Boyz Attack along with some awards the band had won. There were photos of him with some of her biggest idols—Bob Dylan, Paul McCartney, and Keith Richards.

"You know all of these people?" she said with excitement, pointing to the pictures.

"Not really, I've met them all. At award shows or parties or concerts. They had no idea who I was, but they were all cool with posing for a picture."

She nodded and kept walking, seeing some production awards. There was a photo of him with Shay and another with a band he used to produce, Open Minds. Finally, her eyes met the center photo, one of him and her. She smiled widely looking at it—it was taken the night that her first album officially went platinum. The studio had held a small party where they made the announcement and gave her a framed platinum record. She remembered asking him to join her for pictures, since it was just as much his as it was hers. In the picture, they were both mid-laugh holding the record, although she couldn't remember what had made them laugh. They both just looked so happy, it made her beam standing there remembering.

He saw her smiling and couldn't help but smile himself. "That one is my favorite."

She turned towards him and replied, "I love that shot, it's really great."

He squeezed her hand and lead her towards his favorite part of the apartment—the balcony that overlooked the city. They didn't venture outside because of the cold but stood at the glass doors looking at the lights twinkling in the distance. Once she was satisfied with the view, he continued the tour, pointing out the small kitchen and alcove with a dining room table.

He took her further back down a hallway. There was a bathroom on one side and a guest room on the other. Then at the end of the hallway was his room, a large open room with an adjacent bathroom, including a khaki colored bed and black furniture. She noted the black and white photos of city scenes on one of the walls, along with more photos and concert memorabilia scattered throughout. She surveyed the complex stereo system and TV, noticing even more CD's encased in racks next to the dresser.

She turned to him and smiled. "It's not quite as bachelor pad as I would've expected."

"Is that a good thing?" he asked.

"Yeah, definitely. Part of me thought I was going to walk into the love shack."

He laughed at this and looked around. "Well, you should've seen my first place when I was with the Boyz. It had velvet couches and a disco ball."

She laughed too, imagining his previous apartment. She quieted down and looked around at the room. "I love it. All of it. It's really great."

"Good," he said, pulling her into him. "Because I want you to feel comfortable and spend time here. It's your getaway just as much as it is mine."

"Really?" she asked as he nodded. "I'd like that."

"Me too," he said, softly kissing her. "It can be like our home base. Neutral territory."

"Like Switzerland?" she asked.

He snickered and nodded. "Sure, like Switzerland."

They spent the night talking. There was a movie on that neither paid attention to—they were happy just being together without having to worry about anyone else. They talked about the last year and Sadie and Jamie and all of their awkward moments when they were still in denial. It was the only time during her whole week that Jude truly felt relaxed and content.

As the clock struck 1am, they both grew tired. Jude wasn't sure exactly how to handle the whole sleeping situation. She knew that they were going to try to wait before actually being together, but she didn't know what that meant in terms of sleeping arrangements.

He turned off the light in the living room and met her at the entrance to the hallway.

"So…I'm assuming this is my sleeping quarters?" she asked nervously, gesturing towards the guest room.

He looked confused. "Do you want it to be?"

She didn't know how to respond. Naturally, she didn't want to sleep separately but she wasn't sure what the right answer was. "Well…"

"You don't have to answer that, sorry," he said, looking flustered. "The guest room is totally fine if that's what you want."

"Do I have another option?" she asked timidly.

He grinned at her. "Of course, but your other option would involve some company."

"And you would be okay with that? You know, considering the whole waiting thing."

He looked at her intently. "Jude, I love being with you, even if we're not doing anything. Besides, there are other things we can do to be close."

She grinned and thought for a moment. "I suppose that's true…"

"Five months is a long time. I can't go without any physical contact. That would just be cruel."

She sniggered and nodded. "Okay, lead the way."

"You're sure? You can stay in the guest room, I don't—"

She cut him off by grabbing his arm. "I didn't want to sleep in the guest room in the first place. I just wasn't sure what you wanted."

"Sneaky, Harrison," he said, grasping her hand and leading her down the hallway into his bedroom.