A/N I am proud to announce, the winner of the competition, is HiddenInBlueIce, otherwise known as Megan!Thanks to everyone who entered,you are much appreciated. Now all I have to do, is think of the next installment! Enjoy people, and review!

21 Miles to Toronto Hospital.

Faster, faster, urged Tom, stepping on the accelerator subtly. She's not dead, she cant be! There's got to be a way to bring her back...

He glanced at his watch. 0:07am. 42, 43 minutes since Jude had collapsed. That would make it 20 ish minutes before he got to the hospital... - could they revive people after an hour?

Faster, faster.

He looked at his girlfriend slumped in the passenger seat. She was so beautiful. So talented.

Still is beautiful. Still talented, Tom corrected himself.

He braked harshly outside the hospital, and rushed inside with Jude his arms.

"Yes, sir, what can I do for you?" asked a young intern at the recpetion desk.

"My girlfriend!" yelled Tom ferociously. "She's dead. Cant you see? Help, you idiots, help!"

A woman wheeling a wheelchair approached him and helped him lower Jude into it. Then she was wheeled away. Tom watched in furious despair.

"Where are you going?" he called.

"To the operation theatre," called the woman. "You should have some rest. Relax."

"Relax?" repeated Tom. "Relax?"

Tommy woke with a start, a sheen of sweat beading his handsome forehead. His back was straight against the hard back of a chair. A hospital chair.

"Oh God, Jude. Dana." Tommy groaned mentally. It was with this realisation that he remembered his current situation. His daughter lay dying on a hospital bed and Jude …

Tommy's eyes darted around the waiting room, desperately trying to find anything that would tell him what happened to his girlfriend, and the mother of his child. And then, then he saw her. Jude in all her glory. Standing right there, talking to a doctor with … tears streaming down her face?

He instantly assumed the worse and felt tears of his own forming. "Oh no, my baby girl. She can't be. Not Dana."

So, Tommy was confused when Jude turned to him with a smile on her pretty face reaching up to her glistening eyes. Jude ran towards his questioning form and cried onto his shoulder, speaking so softly that Tommy had to strain his ears to hear her words. But it was worth it with the glorious words coming out of her mouth.

"She's alive Tommy. Dana's going to make it. She just had a cut on her head. Head wounds tend to bleed more making people think that it's fatal when it's really not …"

She was interrupted in her ramblings by a kiss from her amazing boyfriend. Jude had been so scared. Her daughter had been hit by a car. If she had died, the last words her daughter would have heard from her had been harsh and cold. Never was she going to argue with her daughter again. Never.

"Come on baby," Tommy cooed affectionately into her ear. "Let's go see our little miracle, eh?"

Three Weeks Later

Tommy was getting worried. Jude could hardly remember anything any more. She needed constant reminding of everything, even the smaller thingsshe'd known all her life. Sometimes she even forgot their daughters name.

Dana was in school. She had been let out of hospital last week but both Jude and Tommy felt the need to keep her out of school. They claimed that she wasn't well enough but deep down, everyone knew that the parents wanted to spend as much time with her daughter as they could in the time following the accident.

Jude was worried as well. She may not remember much anymore but she knew that her memory loss had gotten worse. She wanted something done about it and Tommy being Tommy knew that. So they took another dreaded trip to the hospital.

"Don't worry baby," Tommy kissed Jude's temple in reassurance. "I'm sure it's nothing bad."

Jude approached the receptionist's desk with shaking fingers and a heavy heart. "Um, Jude Harrison? 11 O'Clock?"

"Ahh, Jude!" Dr. Bennett had overheard her signing in. "We've been expecting you."

Jude gulped. "You have?" Her thoughts ran away from her.

'Why am I suddenly reminded of the thousands of times that was said in the movies. Nothing was ever good for the heroes following that!'

"Of course," The doctor was puzzled. "Dana's been ringing up for days telling us of your accident a few years ago."

"Accident?" Tommy decided to speak up. "What accident?"

"I don't know" Jude said quietly.

"No I don't suppose you do, with the way your memory has been lately," Jude was informed, gently, by the doctor. "If you let me run through some tests, I think I can come up with a diagnosis for your little problem. Umm .. Follow me."

"Brain Damage."

The doctor's haunting voice swam in Jude's head as she sat in the car on the way home from the hospital. She couldn't believe it. Couldn't wrap her mind around the fact that she had Brain Damage. Oh what was she going to do? Her head dropped in her hands as she began to cry.

"Baby, everything will be fine you'll see." Tommy offered as his way of helping her. He couldn't imagine what she was going through. The rest of the drive was made in silence.

As the car pulled up into the driveway, Tommy took a deep breath and turned to face Jude. Her eyes were red and puffy, but the tears had stopped.

"Jude," Tommy said gently. "I love you."

Jude's eyes turned to his face in shock.

"I do. I love you and I'm never going to leave you, or Dana ever again. I will look after you, both of you, as long as there is breath in my body. Jude?" Now comes the hard part. "Will you marry me?"

Jude looked up in shock. She knew her answer and her brain was screaming at her to scream it at Tommy.

"On one condition," her soft voice reached his ears. "We leave. Let's just pack up and go. Anywhere, I don't care. I just don't want to stay here."

Tommy would have agreed with anything right then. Jude was this close to agreeing, he could feel it...

"And if we do … ?"

"Then, Yes. I'll marry you Tommy."

"Well come on then baby, get out, get packed, get Dana and we'll get going."

"Tommy …?"

"Yeah Jude?"

Jude looked up at him then. Into his eyes and she saw the love shining there. For her. And it was then that she knew. "I love you too Tommy. I never stopped."

The kiss that followed was so, so worth saying those eight little words.