A.N - Okay, kinda suffering a miniature writer's block on this one. Forgive me if it sucks. And for the fact that it's so short.

I know what direction I want to take this story in. It's just a matter of getting there.

Twelve

People change and promises are broken
Clouds can move and skies will be wide open
So don't forget to take a breath
-- Jonas Brothers

"I thought you said that you could break them up." Darius demanded, his voice low and angry but no less intimidating. "And all you manage to do is separate them for three months?"

His fury was lost on the man opposite him, who merely calmly regarded him with an uninterested expression. "So I try again." Hunter shrugged. "No big deal."

"Not to you, maybe," Darius countered. "But in the mean time, I'm giving up my money to pay you while the rest of the paparazzi have a field day trying to get pictures of our two instant stars."

Hunter stood and turned his back to the owner of G-Major records. "Not my problem."

"Find something." Something in Darius' voice stopped Hunter. "Break them up. For good."

"Gladly."

At least then, perhaps his sister would stop nagging him as well. He really didn't see the big deal with this Tommy Quincy guy.

Lips fused and merged ecstatically as hands travelled the expanse of each other's backs and became entwined in each other's hair. Jude pulled back breathlessly and rested her forehead against Tommy's, their months of separation finally over and they had forgiven each other.

"Promise me," she whispered. "Promise me that you'll never believe another newspaper article about us."

"I promise," he returned, claiming her lips in another kiss as he did so. "They mean nothing. More trouble than they're worth."

Jude nodded in agreement and pulled away from him, letting the silver glint of her bracelet catch his eye. Smiling, Tommy took her hand again, kissing her pulse point as he caught the little red guitar between his thumb and forefinger.

"You kept this?" He asked reverently.

"Of course." She smiled at him. "I love you, you idiot."

Tommy chuckled deeply and let her go to finish recording as he watched her intently. She was a lot more carefree now, something he hoped he was the cause of. His presence had calmed her close-to-frazzling nerves.

"So, have you heard?" She asked, playfully averting her eyes from his.

"Heard what?"

"I'll take that as a no, then."

"Jude," Tommy began, stalking behind her and brushy her feathery blonde hair away from her neck to place soft kisses there. "What have you heard?"

"I'm not sure I want to share," she giggled femininely, dodging his advances.

"Well," he reasoned, smiling at her antics. "Does it involve me?"

She nodded. "Just a little bit."

He stood up silently, walking in front of her and encasing the girl he loved in his arms, preventing her escape and forcing her to speak to him truthfully. "Well then," he continued. "Want to let me know?"

Her lips were shut tightly, hiding the tempting flesh from eyes as her eyes sparkled with mirth and her lips spread into a wild smile, barely able to contain her excitement.

"We're going on tour!" She announced, not noticing Tommy's blanched face. "The two of us, together. Isn't it amazing?"

She hesitated uncertainly as she caught a glimpse of his less-than-happy face. "What's wrong? I thought this was a good thing?"

Tommy shrugged his momentary familial concerns aside – going on tour would distance him from them, and they needed him – and focused on the more positive aspect of the tour; uninterrupted one-on-one time with his girl. "Nothing's wrong," he insisted. "It's great, I can't wait."

Jude allowed another smiled to brighten her face before she picked up her guitar again and hummed to herself, noting down lyrics and chords with her fringe falling into her eyes and tongue slightly pushed between her lips in concentration.

Tommy had never seen a more adorable sight.

His breath pulled in sharply as his heart clenched in his chest and he realised just how much this girl meant to him.

"I need something, Portia." Hunter mumbled to her inconspicuously as he glanced around him. "Your brother isn't happy with me, my sister isn't happy with me. I need something that will split them up for good."

"You're the journalist," she countered. "Make something up. That's what you guys do."

"If I want the break up to stick this time," he rolled his eyes as he spoke in a monotone, not wanting to go over this with her again. "I need it to be true, I told you."

Portia's eyes narrowed at the man. "So why are you coming to me?"

He sighed exasperatedly, taking a long swig of his bottled water with his eyes shut as he attempted to calm himself down. "Because, Portia Mills," he stressed her last name. "You have access to G-Major's vault, background checks, past articles. Stuff like that. I know that Darius keeps everything even slightly incriminating about his artists locked away in his office."

Her mouth formed a small 'o' of surprise as she realised what Hunter was asking her to do. "There is no way my brother would let me just waltz in there and –"

"Who do you think hired me?" Hunter cut her off, pressing a small key into her hand. "I'm not sticking around for the joy of it – I've already heard enough about Tommy Quincy and Jude Harrison than I care to. I'm sticking around for the money." He nodded at her closed fist, tight around the key. "Your brother gave me that."

"Darius doesn't want them together?"

Hunter shrugged and straightened, eyes darting around the immediate area as he noticed the skies clearing, smoky clouds disappearing as the sun burnt them away, leaving behind only clear blue skies and answered his business associate; that was all she was to him, even if she wanted more. "Bad for business, I'm assuming. That's all your brother really cares about."

Portia struggled to defend her brother. Her mouth opened and closed many times before she gave up with a sigh, and kept her mouth firmly shut. She knew that Hunter was right.

"Find something." He reminded her, walking away without another look behind him. "And make it good."