This is my first fan fiction. The first couple of chapters are slow as they are fillers, mostly allowing you to get the feel of the characters and their relationships. Bear with me; events really start to change for Jude. Please review. Smiles.

Disclaimer: I do not own Instant Start although all lyrics are mine

Looking around the shelves with displays of roses, geraniums, irises, daisies, lilies, and an assortment of many other flowers, Tommy saw something that caught his eye—an unusual assortment of wild flowers. If there was anything that described Jude more, it was wild flowers, 'Or at least the wild part' Tommy thought with a chuckle. Upon asking the lady behind the counter about the selection, she gave him a small, secret smile as she took it and wrapped it up, making it ready to go. Tommy hesitated as she did so knowing that the gesture he was taking was a big step for him. He was not one to make commitments, but this friendship he had with Jude had become a commitment within itself without him even realizing it had happened. Walking out to his Viper, he looked at the selection of wild flowers one more time before quickly placing a small wrapped package he had hidden in the glove compartment inside the arrangement. Placing it gently in the passenger seat, he got in the car and drove toward the Harrison residence. Knowing Jude wouldn't be home yet, he drove into the driveway where Jamie was waiting for him on the front stoop.

"Andrews." Tommy said carefully as he exited the Viper and walked over to the Harrison's front door. Jamie quirked a brow at the arrangement in Quincy's hand before turning to face the door.

"You're lucky I know where they hide the spare key." Jamie said haughtily as he jiggled the knob with precision as if he had done this plenty of times in the past, and Tommy didn't doubt the fact that he probably had. Once open, Jamie stood back and motioned for Tommy to pass.

"You so owe me one, Quincy." Jamie said as Tommy brushed passed him and headed for the stairs.

"Don't push it, Andrews." Tommy grumbled as he took the steps two at a time until he found himself face to face with Jude's closed bedroom door. He felt strange about putting the flowers in her room. It was the one place he had never been in before, and he felt like he was trespassing on some forbidden domain. A clearing of the throat downstairs brought him back to attention, and he turned the knob and entered while Jamie shouted from downstairs.

"Come on, Quincy. We haven't got all day!" Tommy glanced back over his shoulder irritably before turning to place the arrangement quickly on Jude's bed. The room didn't surprise him much. It looked like Jude, smelled like Jude, and reflected her passionate, fiery, and rebellious nature. It screamed, "Hey what do you think you're looking at!" And even though it held such a sweltering implication, Tommy, strangely enough, felt comforted by it. He smiled at a photo of her and her family sitting next to her bed, another one of her, Kat, and Jamie, and yet another of her, Tommy, Georgia, E.J., and Kwest. Tommy made a mental note to have her take some new pictures with her blonde hair. Still smiling softly to himself, he exited her room, shut the door, and

quickly made work of the stairs motioning to Jamie to follow as he brushed past him out the door. Jude would be home soon, and he didn't need the complication of her finding him there. Before opening the door to his Viper, Tommy turned and looked at Jamie gratefully.

"Thanks, Andrews." Tommy said sincerely as he opened the door of his car and slid into the familiar leather seat. Jamie shrugged.

"Yeah, whatever, Quincy." Jamie said without any real conviction, but although their conversation would seem short and even blunt to the casual observer, there was actually a lot of respect between Jamie and Tommy now and very little animosity. They both even smiled as Tommy placed one hand on the wheel and the other on the headrest of the passenger seat as he pulled out of the driveway. As he drove away, he glanced back once more, more than a little anxious about how Jude would receive the gift.

A few hours later

It had been a long day at the studio, and I was looking forward to a very long shower and an equally long nap. My neck hurt, my fingers were sore, and my throat was strained, but we had gotten a lot accomplished, which only made all the pain worth the effort. The house was quiet when I walked through the door, and I sighed in relief that I was the first one home. Stopping suddenly at the bottom of the stairs, I looked up and sniffed the air curiously. Laughing at myself for being foolish, I continued up having sworn that I had gotten a whiff of Tommy's cologne. Boy, I really was spending way too much time at the studio. The door to my room was slightly ajar, and I pushed it open hesitantly wondering if Sadie had gone into it for some reason earlier in the day. It didn't take long to figure out that Sadie had not been the one to enter my domain. Oh, dear God! Freezing in my tracks, I looked first at my bed, back at the door, and then at the bed again before it finally sunk in what I was looking at. Forget the shower, someone call the doctor. I seriously think that I might be hallucinating. The wildflowers sitting on the bed were eye-catching—every color in the rainbow and more. The only people I knew with keys to the house were mom, dad, and Sadie with Kat and Jamie having access to our spares. So, at first glance I just assumed it was from one of them. There was a card lying next to it so I picked it up slowly realizing even before I opened it that it was from Tommy. His scent was on it, and I held it up to my nose—inhaling slowly before taking my fingernail and running it under the closed lip of the envelope. Opening, the card I read: Happy Seventeenth, Jude. May it be a birthday to remember. Tommy Q. I smiled at his short concise sentences and leaned over to sniff the arrangement. It was then I noticed the small wrapped box sitting in the middle of the petals. Quirking an amused brow, I sat down on the bed to see what he had gotten me. It was still two weeks until my birthday so I was very interested in what Tommy had been in such a hurry to make sure I had. The paper fell away from the package to fall gently on the comforter of my bed. "What the…" I thought to myself as I turned it over and over in my hand.