So, I watched the finale. Yeah, it really didn't do anything for me. I'm kinda done with Tommy. The guy is 24 years old and still cannot handle himself. I understand the whole I finished growing up in the spot light syndrome, but come on. I'm annoyed with him. Very annoyed. I hope when he comes back Jude blows him off. She wont last long if she needs Tommy to hold her hand. She'll crash and burn. She needs a McVet.

Grey's finale tonight.. I am off to prep for it. woo!

.20.

Just Missed the Train

I remember, crying in the park, it was getting dark
Suddenly I looked up
You were my sky
So go on and
Sleep darling
Why don't you pretend we were just a dream
It's cool baby
It doesn't matter anyway
I'm so sorry
We got to the station a little too late
It's such a shame
We just missed the train

- Kelly Clarkson

Jude sat on a flight back to Toronto alone. She had done what she needed to do. Now, it was all up to Tommy.

Sadie had stayed behind to care for Spencer. Apparently, her sister's feelings for Spencer ran a little deeper than she had originally thought. Spencer seemed to care about her sister just as much. She was happy for Sadie. She deserved a little something.

How many guys had she missed out on for the fantasy of Tommy? She had hurt Jamie and Spied. She had messed with their friendship. Tommy always said that she and Sam would make great friends. Tommy and Sam… What would stop the situation from being reverse? Tommy had a problem with monogamy. Samantha had accepted it, could she? What would stop Tommy from cheating on her if he had done it to Sam and Portia and God knows who else? What if Jude had been the girlfriend and Sam was the other girl? She knew that she would never be able to forgive Tommy. Something inside Jude slipped. Maybe Tommy wasn't as McDreamy as she thought he was.. Maybe he really wasn't that different. . .

" And I just totally blew it chasing some guy who I can never trust."

Jude hit her head on the head rest.

Life is full of lessons. The worst ones are the ones with the warning signs you ignore. But in the end, they are the ones that count.

Jude got off the plane expecting to see Claudia and Jaime. Instead, Spiederman stood in front of the baggage claim. He stood tall, with his hands in his pockets. His floppy hair laid in his eyes. He was guitar god perfection.

Jude approached him slowly. She wasn't sure why he was there. She wasn't sure if she wanted him there. They had barely spoken since the night he and Sam had found her with Tommy. As far as she knew, they were still in limbo. They hadn't had that much needed talk. He had avoided her. She couldn't blame him. She had been avoiding him too. She was so caught up in her own world. She did that a lot. Perhaps it was time to work on that.

"Hi," she said softly.

"Hey," Spiederman nodded. " I got your bag for you." He quirked his head to the sticker covered case beside him.

"Thanks."

"Jaime and Claudia couldn't get away. Things have been crazy since boss lady's accident."

"You've been spending a lot of time there?"

Spied nodded his head. "Yeah. We were signed two days before the wedding. S.M.E has a three album deal. Wes Clarke has signed on as our producer. Cool man. Kyle had been jamming with him. He took us to see Green Day a week ago. It was a dream come true."

"Nice."

"How are you?"

"I've been better. Look, Spied. I need to apologize to you. I really messed up. I've become someone I don't even know. I'm sorry. You deserve way more than me."

"Yeah, I do, but I don't want anyone else, Jude. I want you."

"Even after?"

"Yeah, even after finding you and pretty boy together. I love you, Jude."

Jude stared at him intently. She wish so badly she could say those words.

"I know everything is really screwed up. I just wanted you to know that when you are ready. I am here."

Jude threw her arms around Spied and pecked him on the cheek. "Thank you."

"Anything for you, dude."

When she came too, pain coursed through her body. She wasn't sure where she was or what happened.

"Owe," Samantha groaned. Suddenly everything came at her. Despite being unconscious, she had heard the doctors. She had been pregnant. She had drank herself to a stupor on more than one occasion and she had been pregnant. She placed her hands on her flat stomach.

"Maybe that's the sign I've been praying for," Samantha mused. She and Tommy were not meant to be. He couldn't handle being faithful to her. She reached her hand out to press the call button.

"Mrs. Quessey! You're awake!" The nurse said, happily. "Your husband and parents are in the--."

"Can you not tell them yet? I need you to call my lawyer for me, please. It's important. Her name is Jane Walsh. Just ask my dad for Jane's number. Please ask her to come here, immediately."

"All right, Mrs. Quessey. I'll take care of it. Dr. Delgado will be right in to see you."

"Thank you," Samantha smiled. "Oh and nurse. It's Miss Cortes."

Tommy stood beside the door of Sam's hospital room. She had requested a few moments alone with her parents. Tommy was relieved. He was afraid of her. The last time they had spoken, it had not been pleasant. Sam had been drunk and he had been jet lagged. It was not the best combination. Things had been said. Feelings had been hurt. It had made the situation worse.

"Tom Quessey?" he heard a woman ask. Tommy looked up to find a well dressed red head in front of him.

"Yes."

"Jane Walsh. You have been served. I advise against speaking to my client. She has been through a terrible ordeal. She does not need a soon to be ex-husband as a detriment to her progress," she explained and pushed pass him into Sam's hospital room.

His mind completely blanked.

Dissolution of Marriage

Samantha Chrishelle Quessey

vs.

Thomas G. Quessey

She was going to divorce him.

"She gave me papers, Kwest. She had them delivered to the hospital. I was standing outside her room. She won't even talk to me."

Kwest sighed into the phone. He and Portia had spent the day wandering around New York. It had been five days since the accident. The repercussions just seemed to get worse and worse.

"Do you want me or Portia to talk to her?"

"I don't know, man. I just want my wife back."

"Tom, you cheated on her with Jude then ran away."

"It was just a kiss!"

"It is never just a kiss with you and Jude."

Tommy had no response. He groaned and rubbed his hands over his face.

"What do I do, Kwest? Do I sit here and wait for her to talk to me? Do I get a lawyer? Do I burn the divorce papers and act as if I never got them?"

"You are going to talk to Portia."

Kwest handed the phone to Portia, who rolled her eyes.

"So she gave you your walking papers."

"I'll give you my viper if you talk her out of it."

Portia laughed. " You want me, your ex wife, to talk your new wife out of divorcing you? I was really hoping we could start a club. We could be like that movie with Diane Keaton and Bette Midler, except instead of first wives, we'd be Q wives."

"Portia, this is no time for making jokes. I am serious."

"You're going to have to grovel, Tommy. You may even have to give up Jude."

Could he do that?

"I love her."

"Which her, Tommy?"

Tommy closed her eyes.

"Jude is my best friend."

"I didn't ask that," Portia replied. " Why did you marry Sam?"

"I love her."

"Are you in love with her?"

"Yes," Tommy answered after a few moments of silence.

"Tell her that."

"Okay."

"And Tommy, grow up. Because if you don't you will never have another chance to make it right. It's 3 strikes, then you're out."

"Thanks Portia."

"So, about my viper…"

Tommy paced outside Samantha's hospital room. He held the papers in his hand. She had every right to ask for a divorce. He had never been good enough for her, but he loved her. He could not just walk away, not after everything they had meant to one another.

He peeked his head inside the door. He was relieved to find her alone and resting. He prayed to God that he would have the courage to get through this. Portia was right, it was time he grew up. He couldn't be Tommy Q forever.

He crept into the room and sat at the edge of Sam's bed.

She didn't look like herself. No, the woman in the bed was more fragile compared to the woman he had left in Toronto. This woman suddenly looked like a broken young girl. Sometimes he forgot just how old they were. Sam had barely turned 22. She had spent her birthday alone. What sort of man let his wife spend her birthday alone? Especially after how romantic she had planned his birthday to be. They had spent his 24th birthday in Hawaii. It had doubled as their honeymoon.

Tommy slid his fingers in between Sam's. She had removed her wedding ring.

Samantha started to stir at the feel of another's hand in hers.

"Tommy?" She muttered beneath sleep

"Hey."

"What are you doing here?"

"I'm fighting for my wife."

Samantha rose a brow. Since when did Tommy decide their marriage was worth fighting for? They've been married over three months. And where was he for the majority of it? Not with her!

"Tommy--"

"I messed up. Yeah, I know that is the understatement of the year, but I never meant for this to happen. I love you, Sam."

"I've heard this all before Tommy. You will apologize then months later I'll find you with someone else. I am giving you your freedom. Jude will be legal soon…"

"I love you."

"Being in love and loving someone is two different things! Why cant you be honest with me for once. It is rude for you to pretend that you love me."

"I am in love with you."

"Then why haven't I ever been enough for you!"

"Because I have never been enough for you. I am a former boy band member trying to make it as a producer. You have everything going for you. I've never been able to compete ."

"Are you seriously going to play that card? Tommy, I don't want anyone else. I am stupid enough to want you!"

"I'll never be good enough."

"Obviously you are if I have stuck around this long. So what if I am more successful that you are? It shouldn't matter."

"But it does!"

"What are we really arguing about, Tom?"

"What if you wake up one day and realize you married a loser who isn't even close to being good enough or deserving of you?"

"Are you trying to talk me out of divorcing you or into it? I don't want to do this dance anymore, Tom."

"Then let this be the last dance."

"That was so cheesy."

Tommy and Sam looked at each other and laughed.

"Well, you make me cheesy sometimes," Tommy smiled

"Shut up. Think before you speak, please.."

"One last chance, Sam."

Sam gazed at him intently. She scooted over and signaled for him to climb in. Tommy kicked off his shoes and shrugged off his jacket. He got into the bed and wrapped his arms around the fragile girl.

He kissed the top of her head. Sam rested her head on his chest. She wasn't sure how it was all going to turn out. She just knew that she wanted to be held.

Jude opened the door to her family home. Silence greeted her. She was taken back by how different it looked. It was as if she was walking into it for the first time. Jude smirked to herself. She was sure having a lot of first sights lately.

Her mom had re-done the living room before she went off with Don. It still looked comfortable, but with a higher air to it.

Jude sat down on the overly stuffed leather couch. The couches she grew up on had been replaced with a rich tan couch. It sure had a sleep on me feel, but it wasn't her couch. Her mother had painted the living room and changed the window treatments. It seemed brighter.

The pictures on the mantel had been changed too. The wedding picture of her parents had been replaced by one of Mom and Don. Sadie's graduation picture stood proud. A picture of Jude and the rest of the family after winning Instant Star took the place of her school pictures.

Where the hell had she been? Had she been so caught up that she missed the rest of the world?

From the window she could hear laughter. She got up from the couch to peek out the window.

Jude smiled at two of her best friends. Jaime had dipped Claudia into a Hollywood style kiss. Somebody was having a good day.

"Can you believe it! They are offering me a full ride at NYU! Liam and Darius pulled strings to get me into the exclusive music business program! My work at G-Major will go towards college credit!" Jamie gushed.

"You can move to New York with me!" Claudia ginned and kissed him. Jamie chuckled and twirled Claudia around.

"Wait, what about school? You haven't graduated.."

Jamie kissed her again. "I can test out and start this fall with you."

"Jamie, I'm a sophomore, not a freshman!"

"Ooo. Older woman, I like."

Jude let the curtain fall across the window. Where had she been for all that? When had they even started dating? What was their first date like? There were so many questions Jude didn't know the answer too and it bothered her.

Jude wandered into the hall way to pick up her bag. She had a lot of work to do…