A/N: Hey guys, sorry it's taken so long to get this up. This chapter had to be JUST right or else it'd probably take away from the fic instead of adding more to it. I'm really proud of how this chapter came out. It's probably one of the longest chapters in this fic. Anyway, I hope you guys at least like the chapter…somewhat. I think you're gonna wanna kill me after you read it though. Enjoy!

Black Sunday

Chapter 2

"Honey, what's wrong?" Sadie asked as she walked into the house and took one look at me. I had hung up with Tommy about an hour earlier and was not happy. I was far from it. Why the hell does work always come first to him? I wondered, trying hard not to cry again.

"I'm fine," I told Sades and she shook her head forcibly.

"No, you're not. Talk to your big sister!" Sadie told me as she wrapped an arm around me and led me over to the sofa. She patted the seat next to her as she sat down and I sat next to her.

"It's just…Tom." I told her and Sadie's eyes narrowed.

"What'd he do now?" She asked me and I sighed.

"More like, what he didn't do." I said, still feeling disappointed in him.

"Jude, you know you can…"

"I know. It's just…sometimes, I think work is more important than me and Briana." Sadie nodded in understanding.

"Jude, he loves you."

"I know that. But sometimes…I don't know." I paused a moment and sighed once again. "Like today, we've had this planned for weeks and then Darius tells him he needs to be at a meeting and he doesn't argue it out. Just calls me and says 'hey, I'll be late'." I finished up, tears starting to sting my eyes. Sadie looked sympathetically at me and gave me a small hug.

"You guys will work it out. You always do."

"I'm just…so sick of fighting." I told her and Sadie pulled back and looked me into the eyes and brushed my hair back out of my face.

"Men are idiots." She told me simply. I rolled my eyes. "Seriously!"

"Kwest is perfect." I argued and Sadie rolled her eyes.

"Kwest isn't perfect. He makes mistakes too." Sadie pointed out and wrapped an arm around me. "Go out tonight, enjoy your time with your husband, and then ream his ass for blowing you off and make him sleep on the couch." Sadie told me and I laughed slightly. Sadie looked triumphantly at me. "See? Your big sis is smarter than you give her credit for." She winked at me and I shook my head. "Are you ok?" She asked and I nodded.

"Yeah, I'll be fine." I told her.

"You sure you don't want some company for awhile? I can hang out here with Bri until.."

"No, it's fine. You guys made plans to do…whatever it is you won't tell me you're going to do." Sadie grinned at me.

"That's cuz I'm Bri's favorite Auntie."

"You're her only auntie." I pointed out as I rolled my eyes.

"So?"

"Please don't spoil my daughter."

"Would never dream of it!" Sadie said, and I glared at her. I already knew Sadie was calculating how much she could spend on her credit card to get Briana some kind of designer outfits or whatever it is that Sadie does.

"Auntie Sadie!" Briana yelled as she ran down the stares.

"Bri!" Sadie greeted and my daughter gave my sister a huge hug. "You ready to spend the day with me?" Sadie asked her and Briana nodded her head enthusiastically.

"Uh-hu! I bwing Mr. Fluffles." She told Sadie proudly. Mr. Fluffles was Briana's favorite stuffed animal. It was an incredibly soft black puppy that Tommy got her for her birthday two months ago and Bri has yet to part with the stuffed toy. Sadie gasped in dramatic effect.

"You are?"

"Uh-hu. Mommy said I could." She said, looking over at me before looking back at Sadie.

"Well, you, me, Uncle Kwest, and Mr. Fluffles get to spend the whole day together!" Sadie told her and Briana smiled happily.

"Bri?" My daughter looked over at me, her shoulder length dirty blonde hair whipping around her like a halo as she turned to look at me. "Why don't we go get your stuff so you can go with Auntie Sadie." Briana grinned happily and grabbed Sadie's hand and started to lead my sister up the stairs.

"Come on Auntie!" She said, rushing as fast as her little legs could carry her without running. Sadie laughed and I smiled at the pair and followed them up the stairs.

Once we got Briana's stuff from her room upstairs and into Sadie's car, we situated a car seat and got Briana inside.

"Have fun tonight!" Sadie told me as she walked around the driver's side door, winking suggestively at me.

"Take care of my daughter." I told her sternly and Sadie waved a hand in dismissal.

"She's in my hands!"

"That's what I'm afraid of." I told her and Sadie stuck her tongue out at me. Yeah, real mature Sades. Sadie got into her car and started the engine. She waved goodbye at me and so did Briana. I waved back and watched them back out of the driveway before heading back into the house.

I sighed heavily as I closed the door behind me and then smiled slightly to myself. Tommy and I needed tonight – a night alone. As much as we both love our daughter, we needed a night to be Tommy and Jude the couple, not Tommy and Jude the parents and I was looking forward to it. Tonight was going to be a night about us. Tomorrow, I'd yell at him about working too much.

With Briana now gone, I picked up the house a bit before showering and starting to get ready for the night out. Though I knew Tom was going to be a bit later than expected, I still wanted to be ready early.

I flipped on the radio as I started to style my hair, and paused when I heard the song on the radio. A song that was close to my heart.

"Won't you cure my tragedy"

I smiled to myself as I remembered the first time I heard it.

"If you make the world a stage for me"

It was almost four years ago and Tom and I had spent three years apart – the time I was 17 until I was 20 – due to my father's meddling in our lives.

"Then I hope that you can hear me scream"

He caught us kissing outside of G Major one night during our hidden relationship. He made Tommy break up with me and in turn, I ran away with my father to New York City to mend my broken heart.

"Won't you cure my tragedy"

I found out almost three years to the date later. When I did, I ran home to find Tommy had rekindled his solo career – Cure My Tragedy, a song he wrote about our relationship, became a number one hit for months on the billboard charts.

"When I sit and think of the days we shared"

I thought returning, I could pick up where we left off. I went to the club to hear him sing and talk to him after. My plan failed as I was overcome with emotion at his set that I couldn't talk to him right away and ended up racing out of the club.

"And the nights you covered for me"

Eventually, I found out Tommy had moved on with his life and we decided to be friends. One night, one thing led to another, and we slept together. Long story short, it didn't happen and I ended up pregnant. Tom and Michelle, the nurse he was dating, ended up breaking up for reasons unknown to me. Tommy found out about my pregnancy and after a long discussion, we decided to get married and raise our child together.

"Every little thing that I ever did"

My father still doesn't approve of the relationship, but things are better than they were before. It's still tedious, but it's been working alright so far.

"You would stand by me"

I snapped myself out of my thoughts and turned my attention back to the present, back to the task at hand – styling my "unmanageable" hair.

------- Meanwhile -------

every time you cried it would take my wind

I tapped my foot impatiently under the table, eyes watching the clock on the side wall. I knew I should be paying attention to…whoever it was who was talking about corporate assets or whatever the topic of the day was, but my mind was elsewhere.

I wanted this damn meeting over with so I could spend some time with my wife and apparently, that was too much to ask for.

My heart would break

"Don't you agree Mr. Quincy?" Someone asked me and I mentally panicked and tried to remember anything that was just said.

"I'm sorry, what was the question?" I asked, trying to scramble for anything from my brain. I saw Darius shoot me a look of disapproval from across the table. I wanted to shrug, but I contained the impulse.

"You'll have to excuse Mr. Quincy," Liam said, his Irish accent making him sound more pompous than usual. "He's a bit…distracted." Thanks Liam, real help you are.

If I could be strong like you were for me

"Family distractions?" Someone else asked me.

"Yes." I responded and saw the other people frown.

"Then why are you here?" I was asked. Damn good question my. I thought.

"Yes, if you have family obligations…"

"Tom, get out of here." Darius stated, looking annoyed. I tried my damnedest not to run from the room with a smirk on my face.

"Thanks." I directed towards the others as I calmly walked out of the room and ran down the hallway. I couldn't help but think "I'm free!" as I rushed towards my office.

You are my faith.

I dashed into my office, tossing my tie onto the desk and grabbing my keys from one of the overstuffed drawers. Once I was certain I had all I needed, I left the office, locking the door behind me. As I walked briskly down the hall, I glanced at my watch and grinned. More than enough time to pick up some flowers for Jude and make it home earlier than I expected.

Won't you cure my tragedy

I left the G Major parking lot in record time and navigated the stretch to the florist.

Won't you cure my tragedy

I walked in and surveyed an arrangement I thought Jude would like and gave the florist instructions to add a few red roses into the mix.

Don't take her smile away from me

I tipped the woman graciously and left with the arrangement and headed towards home. Jude and I had picked a house just outside of the downtown area about a 20 minute drive on a good day.

She's broken and I'm far away

Today, traffic was heavier but I've seen it worst. Probably be more like 40 minutes instead of the usual twenty. Not too shabby though. It'd place me in the driveway before 7:00 still.

Won't you cure my tragedy

Traffic stopped for a moment and I sighed. Joys of driving. I reached down and switched radio stations. Finding nothing good on the presets, I scanned through the others and stopped when I heard a familiar song.

"if you make the world a stage for me"

I still, after all the years of performing, found it odd to hear myself on the radio. It wasn't expected and it was just…weird.

"Then I hope that you can hear me scream."

I sighed again, in relief, as traffic began moving again. OK, more like rolling, but rolling is better than not moving at all.

"Won't you cure my tragedy"

I heard a couple of car horns honk around me and I rolled my eyes. Like that's going to make people go faster. Idiots.

"Can you hear me scream"

I heard the faint sounds of tires squealing and I frowned as I glanced around, trying to find the source of the sound.

The next thing I knew, a car slammed into mine and I was being spun towards the shoulder. I felt my body jerk and hit the window as the glass shattered around me. My vision blurred and I heard myself cry out in pain.

"Can you hear me scream"

After what felt like an eternity, the car stopped moving…I think. It might have flipped over. I'm not sure. All I knew was my head hurt like hell and my vision was blurry.

Won't you cure my tragedy

I heard someone yelling in the distance but I couldn't make out the voice nor the words. White noise began to fill my ears and my head throbbed painfully.

Won't you cure my tragedy

I tried to move, to do something, but my body didn't respond. I panicked slightly and I felt my vision blur further.

Don't take her smile away from me

Jude. I thought suddenly. Remembering my wife.

"She's broken and I'm far away"

My vision blurred once again, blackness becoming a constant state of sight. I closed my eyes, hoping when I opened them my vision would clear. I felt my head pound harder. Jude. I thought.

The ringing in my ears got longer and my head exploded once again. I heard a whimper and I wasn't sure if it was coming from me or someone else. Where was I? I couldn't remember. I couldn't think. Nothing made sense and I couldn't remember why I was in pain. Why my head hurt. Jude. Who was Jude? What's a Jude? If there is such a thing.

Won't you cure my tragedy

My head pounded harder and I found it harder to think. It hurt to think. It hurt to do anything. I opened my eyes and cried out at the painfulness. I squeezed them shut, not quite knowing why and I found myself slipping away. Thoughts were becoming jumbled. Memories began to not making sense.

Am I dying? I found myself wondering before the pain was overwhelming and I gave into the darkness. Gone was the pain and I was lost in the bliss of darkness.

------- Meanwhile -------

Won't you cure my tragedy

I glanced at the clock on the wall. Tom had called before the meeting started and said he'd be home by 7:30 at the latest. It was now just after 8 and I still hadn't heard a word from him.

If you make the world a stage for me

I picked up the phone and dialed his cell. It went straight to voicemail.

"Hey, it's me again. Call me." I stressed as I hung up.

Then I hope that you can hear me scream

I got up and started to pace. Something was wrong. I knew it. I could feel it.

Won't you cure my tragedy?

The phone rang and I raced to pick it up before the end of the first ring.

"Tommy!" I practically yelled, hoping it was my husband and everything was ok.

I can't take this anymore

"Mrs. Quincy?" An unfamiliar voice asked. I felt disappointment wash over me.

"Yes, this is." Probably a sales call. Or press.

I can't feel this anymore

"Mrs. Quincy, this is Lieutenant Jacque Dubane with the Highway Patrol. You're husband's car was involved in an accident." I felt the air woosh out of my lungs. Accident? What kind of accident?

"What kind of accident?"

Won't you take and give her pain to me

There was a beat of silence.

"His vehicle was found in a four car accident."

"Is he ok?" I asked, my voice breaking. I felt my hand shake as it held the phone and I used the other hand to steady it. My legs felt weak, but I was able to remain standing. Oh god. Please let him be ok. Please.

"His body hasn't been recovered." The officer said.

"Body?" I choked out. Tears coming to my eyes.

Cuz my whole life I've made mistakes

"We believe he didn't make it." Tears fell from my eyes as the words sank in. No, he couldn't be…can't be…

"But he wasn't found?"

"No ma'am. We're still surveying the area."

I felt tears falling down my face. Oh God, Tommy. Please be ok. I pleaded.

"We'll call with more information." The Lieutenant promised before hanging up.

I stared at the phone, dumbly, for a moment before I felt my grip loosen and it fell to the floor. I watched it fall, as if in slow motion. I felt numb. I felt like my world was breaking. Oh God. My hand shook as I raised it. I stared at it and found it moving to cover my mouth. Oh God. Tears fell freely down my face. Tommy.

Can you hear me scream

"Tommy." I managed to squeak out, a sob escaping my throat.

No, he can't be…he can't…

We found your husbands car…

No, it's not true.

His body wasn't found.

He could still be alive.

We do not believe he made it.

"No!" I screamed, my legs giving out and I fell to the floor. "NO!" I screamed once again, leaning forward and slamming a fist down on the carpeted floor, my hair falling like a curtain around me. He had to make. He had to. He's Tommy. I sat up abruptly, a hand over my mouth. Oh God. What if…and I…I didn't tell him I loved him. I sobbed at the thought. Oh my god. What if…and I…tears continued to fall down my face. I looked up at the ceiling, my heart shattering in my chest. What if…and he didn't know…didn't know that I…loved him. That I still loved him. I closed my eyes against my tears, more sobs escaping my throat.

Can you hear me scream?