A/N A follow-up on Megan's brilliant entry! It sure did get me thinking, and it was hard to continue! Anyways, a little bit of an ironic chapter title, lol. Enjoy, and review!

Chapter 7

"Come on!" yelled Tommy, yanking his daughter through the door by her arm. "Come on Danny, we gotta go!"

"Get off!" cried Dana back, shrugging her father off. "What if I don't want to go?"

"Don't you get all cheeky with me, young lady," warned Tommy, steadily getting madder. "I'm your father, and I say you're coming!"

"Who says you're my family? Families are meant to stick together! They're not meant to abandon each other for eleven years, and leave them for face scavenging journalists!"

"Don't start, Danny," said Tommy, softening a little. "You know I had reasons."

"And I have reasons for staying. I have drama this afternoon." Dana was proving she could be just as stubborn as her dad.

"Danny, you owe this to your mom. That little prank you played to the doctors? About your mom's so-called 'accident' ? Yeah, real funny." Tommy reached out to grab her hand again, but she swatted it away.

"You think that was a joke?" she demanded. "That happened! Before you were even in the picture, and when I had to protect her. Right before we ran away to the airport, she fell over a guitar case, and hit her head. It was after that, that she started losing her memory."

Tommy stood there speechless. The door beside them swung open, and there appeared a small, squat woman.

"Miss Harrison!" she cried triumphantly. "I walk back into my music lesson to see the drum seat vacated. Then, I hear you just waltzed out the classroom without a word to anybody! Do you have an - Oooh. Sorry to disturb, you Mr Quincey."

Tom smiled weakly and raised his head in acknowledgement. "Sorry, er... Miss, but can I take my daughter out of school? Its kinda an emergency."

The woman's mouth dropped. "She's y - y- your daughter? Oh Mr Quincey, she's so talented!"

Dana rolled her eyes. "That's the first I've heard of it," she said, tugging her father's sleeve. " ' Lil Tommy Q? Lets go."

The teacher watched speechlessly as Tom was dragged by his eleven year-old daughter out of the school. As soon as they were out of sight, Dana let go.

"OK, what's the deal? Why am I leaving school?"

Tommy felt uneasy admitting his cowardly side. "We're running away," he managed to stammer. "Wherever your Mom wants to go."

Dana smiled. "Cool," she said excitedly. "Can we seriously go anywhere? Like Hawaii?"

Tommy took her hand and led her to the parking lot. "It depends on what your Mom wants."

"Why is this all about Mo -" Dana's smile disappeared, and dropped her father's hand. "You're running away from the doctors," she added flatly.

"We're getting married, Danny!" urged Tom, trying to get his daughter pysched again. "You're gonna be a bridesmaid, in a pretty dress!"

"Woo," replied Dana, unenthusiastically. "Pretty dress. Anyway, I'm not."

"Why not?" he asked.

"Because I'm not coming with you," was her reply. And then, she ran.

Tommy started to chase after her, until he was met with his fiancee, Jude.

"Jude?" he asked, surprised. "I told you to wait in the car!"

"And I told you I'd marry you if we set off straight away, and went somewhere," snapped Jude. "Where's Dana?"

"She's ran away too," admitted Tom sadly. "She's not coming with us."

"Why aren't you chasing her?" asked Jude scornfully. "She's coming with us, Tom."

"You stopped me," argued Tom. "So she got away."

"I've been thinking," Jude yelled back. "Why am I really marrying you? All I can remember is us arguing."

"Wow, you can actaully remember something?" asked Tom, furious. "There's a first."

"I don't even have a ring!" continued Jude.

Tom pulled something gold out of his pocket. "I was waiting for the right time to give this to you," he said, handing it to her. "But fine, take it. I know you haven't got one romantic bone in your body, rocker girl!"

Jude threw it right back at him. "You know what? We're over. I'm running away on my own. I don't need anyone." She started heading back to the parking lot. "BUt you better find my daughter!"

Tom released a frustrated scream, raising his hands to his head. "Jude!" he yelled. "Jude, you're acting crazy. Jude!"

But she ignored him, and slammed the car door behind her. Tom watched in despair as she drive away. "I saved her life," he whispered. "I drove her to the hospital. Without me, she wouldn't even be able to leave me. And I gave her her beloved daughter!"

He fell to the floor, crying. He was left with nothing. No daughter, no fiancee, no career. And no boy-band to help him Pick Up the Pieces.