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"Something spells like food," Jude mumbled, as she shuffled towards the kitchen.

It was Saturday morning and Jude's off day after working rather strenuously all week at G-Major. She and Tommy had barely gotten a chance to talk to each other at all with her extremely late nights.

Tommy chuckled at her semiconscious state. He stood by the stove and surveyed her attire…a dark blue nightgown that hit her mid-thigh. He watched her carefully, as she stumbled to the breakfast nook, trying to slide on her silk robe, but failing miserably. She flopped down her chair and let her head fall backwards, as she tried to tightened the ballerina bun on her head.

"And coffee," she sniffed, lying her head down on the table, and closing her eyes.

"Yup, coffee," Tommy smiled, standing beside her wafting the strong aroma in front of her face until she sat up straight. He sat the mug down in front of her and she leaned over and inhaled deeply, sighing contentedly.

Tommy grabbed, the cream and sugar from the kitchen's island, and set it down in front of her. She murmured a "thanks" and finally opened her eyes fully as she dropped two sugar cubesinto her coffee.

"Quincy, you don't have on a shirt," she blurted out, looking up and down from head to toe.

"Nuh uh," he said, sarcastically, handing her a spoon and returning to his spot in front of the stove.

"No, wait a minute," she said, grabbing her mug by the handle, and quickly releasing, muttering a curse.

"You okay," he asked, glancing over his shoulder at her.

"Fine, mug was hot," she mumbled, grabbing a napkin and attempting to pick it up again.

"I'm sorry. Didn't feel that hot to me," he joked, turning over a piece of bacon.

"That's not funny," she grumbled, taking a sip of her coffee, and sighing as the hot liquid slipped down her throat. She set the mug down and boosted herself on to the marble countertop. "About you walking around here half naked…"

"I'm half naked…" he asked, incredulously, smiling over his shoulder.

She glanced down at her clothing, and tugged at the hem of her gown before crossing her legs. She picked up her mug, and took another sip. "I just woke up…" she explained.

"I just woke up," he said, setting the spatula down and leaning against the dishwasher. He stifled a laugh, as he poured the contents of a mixing bowl into another frying pan.

"Look," she said, jumping off the counter, and returning to her chair and grabbingher robe. She didn't continue to speak until she had her robe securely tied around her waist. "Just be a little bit more—covered when you're over here, please…I could have company or something…." She trailed off, as she watched him flip over an omelet in his pan. "Um…is that a cheese omelet?"

"Yup," he smiled, smugly.

She looked over his shoulder, "Oh, my god, that looks good Quincy," she breathed.

"Too bad it's not for you…" he laughed.

She punched him and took a step back from him when she noticed their proximity.

"Ow," he yelled.

She looked at him, almost dropping her coffee mug. "You felt that?"

He nodded his head up and down, and the shook it from side to side, smiling. "No…"

"Tommy," she growled, leaning against the counter glaring at him. "That's not funny."

"What?" He laughed, shrugging nonchalantly. "It sounded like it would have hurt."

She rolled her eyes, and continued to watch him. "Are you really not going to cook me an omelet?"

"No…" he said, sliding the omelet onto a plate along side some hash browns.

"You're serious? After I cooked for you like all this week," she pouted, watching him place bacon beside the plate.

"Girl, of course, I cooked for you," he said, handing her a plate, and pouring another mixture into the pan. "You know I'd be happy with a bowl of cornflakes."

She smiled, and placed her plate on the island, "I knew you made it for me."

"Yeah. Sure you did."

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Tommy sat down in the chair beside Jude again, and stole half the paper from her. She squinted at him and took another bite of her omelet.

"If this wasn't so good, I'd fuss about that," she mumbled, taking another bite of her omelet. "Thanks Quincy, this really is great," she said enunciating every letter in "Great".

He shrugged, waving off her thanks. "I have ulterior motives…"

"Oh?"

"Good ulterior motives…" he said, throwing her an easy smile. "I wanted to talk about your boyfriend," he smiled, looking up at her to see her reaction.

"Really," she answered in a slightly bemused tone. She raised an eyebrow at him and picked up juice glass to take a sip from it. "And who might my boyfriend be?"

"Oh, you know, Benjamin," Tommy replied, casually.

Jude struggled with the simple task of swallowing as he said this. After her sputtering fit, she said. "Grayson uh?" She grinned, taking a bite of food.

"I never realized you liked your guys so young, Harrison…you always dated guys that were older than you…"

"Yeah, it was time for a change," she responded, rolling her eyes.

"I don't think he likes me too much…" he said with a thoughtful look.

"Why do you think that," she asked, crossing her legs.

"Well," he started apprehensively. "At first he mistook me for your father…"

Jude took another bite and smirked. "He's met my dad before…"

Tommy shrugged, and chuckled along with her. "Then he informed me that I was just your newest male conquest."

She laughed, "Male conquest, uh?"

"His words, not mine," he laughed, stealing a piece of her baccon. She glared at him, but let him have it. "It gets worse though. He asked me if we were having sexual relations."

She quickly covered her mouth as her mouth dropped open. "Nuh uh."

"Yes. He did," he confirmed, nodding his head.

"That is hilarious," she said through her laughter. "But adorable."

"It's not funny or adorable," Tommy said shaking his head vehemently. "It's disturbing."

"Disturbing? How is it disturbing?"

"Maybe not disturbing…how about weird as hell. A little thirteen year old interrogating me like that! I kept looking around for hidden cameras."

"Aww," she cooed, "I still say it's cute," she smiled, grabbing a croissant.

"I should have clobbered him…" Tommy nodded thoughtfully.

"You're letting a little thirteen year old get underneath your skin?"

"No," he said shaking his head from side to side rapidly.

Jude tilted her to the side, looking at him skeptically. "Right…"

"Anyway," Tommy said, clearing his throat. "What are you going to be doing today?"

"Well, I was thinking, maybe going back to sleep and then going to hangout with Sadie and my niece."

"What?" Tommy gasped, feigning shock. "The Jude Harrison, Miss VP, has fun these days?"

She glanced at him, taking another the sip of her juice. She re-crossed her legs and tugged the hem of her nightgown uncomfortably. "Yes, I have fun…I'm have plenty of fun."

Tom raised his eyebrows. "Right," he nodded. He stood up and carried his plate to the sink. "That's not what I heard…"

"And who's your source Mr. Quincy?" she asked, trailing behind him to the sink.

"I'll never tell," he said in a grave tone.

"Shut up," she laughed, bumping him with her hip. "No really, tell me."

"Why would I tell you my source?" he asked, rhetorically. "So you can kill them?"

"No," she murmured, turning the water, and scraping the leftovers into the disposal.

She was quiet for a moment, as she stacked the dishwasher, and Tommy finished reading the newspaper at the table. "I do have fun though," she said, over her shoulder, as she began to clean a frying pan.

"Right," he smirked, peaking at her over the top of the paper. He laughed at the determined expression on her face. She turned her back towards him again and started to vigorously scrub the pan.

"Jude," he sighed.

"What," she answered, with a forced politeness.

"I was only kidding."

"Whatever," she shrugged, drying her hands off on a towel, and leaving the pan in the sink to soak.

"How can you be having fun though without your music?" he asked, watching her intently. "I can't believe you're sitting behind a desk instead of singing…" he sighed, shaking his head.

"I'll get back to singing, one day, Tommy," she snapped.

"When?"

"I don't know," she shrugged, playing with fringe on the dishtowel in her hand. "Whenever you start producing me again…" she trailed off, leaning on the countertop. "I couldn't do it without you." She murmured, peaking up at him to see his response.

He nodded, fully understanding her point. "Yeah, you could have, girl."

She smiled shaking her head. "Okay, maybe I didn't want to because it wouldn't have been the same. Maybe I couldn't imagine someone else sitting in your seat. Maybe I don't care for other people's criticism when it comes to my music…"

"Maybe you're right…" He stared at her a moment, before she turned back towards the sink, plunging her hands into the soapy water. "So are you going to hook me up with a job at G-Major?"

"Um…well you could have your old job back, but you know I have it now," she laughed.

"Ah, I see how it is," he smirked.

"We could use another producer…I'm sure."

He nodded, smiling. "I'll have to think about that."

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Later on the afternoon, Tommy ordered himself a pizza while Sadie and Jude whisked the baby off to get some professional pictures taken.

He closed the screen door from the main house, carrying the large pizza and a two-liter Mountain Dew towards the pool house. He slid the door open, unsteadily balancing the items in his hands. After almost being knocked to the ground by Remembrance, he noticed Grayson sitting on his couch drinking a coke.

"May I ask what you're doing?" Tommy asked, exasperated.

"Drinking a coke…" he replied, gesturing to the soda in his hand. He then flung his hand in the direction of the plasma television. "Watching television…"

Tommy rolled his eyes. "You realize I'm staying here now, right?"

"Rumor has it," he shrugged nonchalantly.

"Not a rumor," Tommy grunted, letting Remembrance out and placing the pizza box on the coffee table. "As I was saying before, why are you in here exactly?"

"Well usually after I walk Rem on Saturdays, Jude comes here on her lunch break with Chinese or something. We eat. We laugh. We have fun. She pays me. We both leave. Together," he added, suggestively, watching Tommy devour his slice of pizza. "I said we leave together."

"This pizza is so good," he murmured, "Oh, what were you saying there Benji?"

"Don't call me that," he snapped. "I was saying, Jude and I usually have lunch together on Thursdays. We usually have a great time too and then, we leave. Together," he smirked.

"Then you go to Chucky Cheese, right?" Tommy smirked, pouring himself some mountain dew. "Man, this pizza is so good." He murmured again, watching Grayson's mouth water.

"No, we don't go to Chucky Cheese," he replied, clearly annoyed. "We go back to my place."

Tommy looked over at him cautiously to see if he was actually serious. "Your place uh?" he laughed. "You mean you go back to your parents' place…"

Tommy watched a flicker of sadness creep along his face. "Actually I live with my grandparents," he murmured, softly. "My mom died when I was seven and my dad's crazy." He answered, before Tommy could even question him.

"Not literally crazy…that would be straight out of some story book, like crazy as in stupid, he's an American television journalist. He's always covering the exciting news stories. By exciting, I mean the ones where he could easily be killed trying to cover. I think he unconsciously wants to make me an orphan…"

Tommy swallowed hard throwing his half eaten slice of pizza back in the box, not exactly sure what to say. "I'm sure your dad--"

"You don't know him like that Tom-Tom," Grayson smiled, patting his shoulder and stealing a piece of pizza.

They both leaned back on the couch, silently chewing.

"I only told you all that because Jude said you were cool," Grayson explained, pulling pepperonis off his pizza and eating them separately. "She said I should give you a chance and she said you weren't half that asshole you seem like."

"Oh, really? What else did Jude say?" Tommy asked.

"Nothing that I think you're supposed to hear," he replied, smirking. "Like I was saying…I don't like you or anything. But if Jude likes you, you must be okay."

"Thanks."

"No," Grayson replied, shaking his head. "That wasn't a compliment to you, that was a compliment to Jude."

Tommy scoffed rolling his eyes and picking up his glass. They were quiet a moment as they sat together watching stupid commercials.

"You know, Tom-Tom, Mountain Dew lowers your sperm count."

"That's a myth Benji…" Tommy replied, calmly.

"I don't think so…" he snickered in a sing-song tone.

"Well, then why are you drinking it?"

"Well, a slight reduction in my sperm count really isn't going to hurt me that much considering I make a million gametes per milliliter. Now you on the other hand…don't. You're getting up there in age Tom-Tom. You have to start planning for the future. Do you want future fertility problems to be all your fault?"

"Benji, shut it. I'm trying to eat."

They quietly ate and watched the sitcom playing across the television screen. Everything was going well until another commercial break started.

"So you play the piano?"

"Yes, Benji."

"You want to teach me?"

"Not really."

"Why not?"

"Because."

"I'm talented, I can pick up things easily. That's why I'm home-schooled…school has nothing to offer me."

"You're home schooled uh?" That explains the lack of social skills.

"Yup, so about those piano lessons…" Grayson grinned, looking hopeful.

"Sure…I don't see why not."