Disclaimer: Not mine, but I'm taking some liberties with it…

Oh, and let's assume that between Hallelujah and Date with the Night, three months passed. Then another five months makes 8, so Jude's birthday is in 4 months. I hope this answers questions…

When Tommy woke up, he looked for Jude, expecting her to be in bed next to him. When he didn't find her there, he got up and looked around the apartment, finding her in the kitchen. She was cooking something that smelled like heaven. He plopped down on a barstool, and she turned her head to look at him.

"Morning. Breakfast's almost done."

"When did you become a cook, Harrison?" Tommy asked, rubbing his forehead.

"A lot of stuff has changed." Jude replied, scooping what was in the pan onto two plates. She set one plate in front of him, and sat down on the other barstool. Tommy looked down at the omelet that Jude had cooked, the delicious scent wafting toward his nose.

"Shouldn't you be getting ready for the studio?" Tommy asked. Jude froze, her hand holding a fork halfway to her mouth. Closing her eyes, she set the fork down.

"I don't record anymore." Jude said, the emotion in her voice thick.

"What?" Tommy said, stunned.

"I told you, a lot has changed." Jude said, abandoning all hope of having breakfast. "Well, I guess that's my cue to start my side of the story."

"When you left, I kind of had a breakdown. I was supposed to be at my record release party, but instead, I went and found Mason's act. I met a guy there, and drank. A lot. He took pictures of me passed out, and blackmailed me."

"Oh, god, Jude…" Tommy said, worry evident in his eyes.

"Don't. Anyway, Darius yelled, a lot, but took care of it. I wrote some new songs, and Kwest was designated as my producer. He read my stuff, and we tried to record, but I couldn't. After some time, I finally got Kwest to tell me that he knew where you were. I wrote a letter, and he sent it."

"I got it. I sent you one back, you know." Tommy said.

"Did you? I didn't get it, but it was probably sent to the house. I also convinced Kwest to give me the spare key to your apartment. I knew you had bought it, so I didn't worry about rent, just electricity and stuff. Anyway, after I sent the letter, I moved in here. I didn't think about getting my mail sent here until a month ago. I don't really have any reason to stop by the house anymore. Next time I do, I'll look for the letter."

"So, you moved into my apartment because…?" he asked.

"So I could be closer to you. I knew that my songs weren't good. Kwest could only lie so much. I thought that maybe if I could channel you, I could come up with something great. It didn't work. As of right now, I haven't officially been released from G-Major, but I probably will be if I don't come up with something soon."

"Jude, I'm sure what you wrote was good." He said.

"No, it wasn't. I can't write without you. You know it. It's like you said, you always pull me through. Without you here, I haven't been pulled through. Kwest is great, but he isn't you, and he can't help me like you do. You left a huge mess when you left, Tommy."

"So what do you do all day?"

"Well, I still have school. So I do that, and come back and chill. It's like being a regular person again." Jude said sarcastically. Tommy knew that she couldn't ever be "regular" again. "So, what's your story, Quincy?"

"I didn't want to leave, you know. But I didn't have a choice. And I want you to know that it killed me to leave you like that."

"I'm sure it did." Jude murmured.

"Don't do that. It did. I had some things I had to take care of. I was in Montana. My sister lived there, along with her daughter. She, um, she died, three months ago. Of cancer." Tommy said, swallowing the lump in his throat.

"Tommy, I'm so sorry." Jude replied, not knowing what to say.

"Anyway, my niece, Katie, I'm her godfather, and it was my responsibility to track down her father. Izzy, my sister, was sure that he would want his daughter. I had my doubts, but found him anyway. Izzy was right. He took his daughter with him to California. He promised to keep in touch. I guess he's not quite as horrible as I thought." Tommy said.

"That was good of you, Tommy. I don't think a lot of people would have done it."

"I had to. Izzy was my twin. We shared everything when we were younger. I couldn't just leave her daughter with some stranger. Katie might not have known her father, but she'll have a better life with him. Then I had to take care of Izzy's estate and everything. I just can't believe she's really gone." Tommy said, and for the first time since Izzy's death, he actually started crying.

Jude stood and went to his barstool. She held him while he cried, just as he had done last night. He pulled away and kissed her, his tears wetting her cheeks. It would be the first in many kisses that the two would share that day.