A/N: I know it's been awhile, but I've had issues with this chapter. I still don't completely like it, but it works. :D For you Running Back fans, update for that fic will be coming tomorrow (this is late Saturday night my time as I'm updating Black Sunday). I'm glad you guys are enjoying and I promise the next chapter will be a bit more…interesting for ya. This chapter is kind of like…a bridge, if you will, between events. Hope you enjoy!

Chapter 5

2 Years Later

"Jude, come on," Sadie said, her voice full of exasperation. I sighed and turned around to look at her. It's been just over 2 years since the memorial service. Briana was now 5 and attending Kindergarten and I started to work part time as a producer at G Major. We didn't need the money, between both mine and Tom's careers, we could have lived comfortably for the rest of our lives and had left overs for Briana. But I was bored. Now that Bri was in school, I found myself sitting around and moping. And when I sat by myself, I thought about Tommy and when I thought about Tommy, I cry.

"Sadie, I can't."

"Jude, it's just a date." Sadie said, rolling her eyes.

"No, it's not." I argued. Sadie wanted me to go out on a date to 'get over Tommy'. She didn't understand, I didn't want to get over him. I didn't want to see other people. I wanted my husband back and that wasn't going to happen.

"Jude, come on, Darren is a great guy and I think he'd be-"

"Sadie, I can't. OK, I can't date anyone."

"Why?" Sadie asked me, hands on her hips. "You know Tommy would want you to be happy."

"Because I still love him!"

"Jude-"

"No, Sadie." I said, tears stinging my eyes. Great, now I was going to start crying at work. "I can't. I can't date anyone. I can't see someone. If you want to help me, then stop pushing." I stressed to her.

"I'm just trying to"

"You're not helping, Sades." I said, tears falling down my face. "You can't tell me that if it was Kwest, you'd be jumping at a date too." Sadie's eyes softened and a panged expression registered in her eyes.

"Jude…" Sadie said, her eyes sympathetic. She pulled me into a hug and I let her comfort me for a moment. I closed my eyes and tried to stop my tears. "I'm sorry." She added, soothing my hair. "I just…I just thought it might help."

"I know, Sadie." I told her pulling away. I know my sister is just trying to help. I know that, in a way, she's right. That I have to move on with my life. But damn it, I can't. It killed me before to live my life without him and he was still alive. We could still talk and I could still see his smile and hear his laugh and see that look in his eyes that he gave only me.

"OK, so how about no date, and you and Bri come over to our place this weekend and we'll kick Kwest out and make a girls night and eat cartons of ice cream and eat lots of chocolate and cry over Beauty and the Beast and Cinderella." Sadie suggested, a slight smile on her face and I couldn't help but smile in return.

"That sounds good." I told her, and I meant it. It's been awhile since I hung out with my sister and Briana loves Sadie. It'll be good for her. And for me.

"Good," Sadie said, grinning. "I'll supply the food, you bring the movies." She told me and I nodded my agreement. I glanced at the clock and looked back at Sadie.

"I gatta get going. I have to pick Bri up in almost an hour and I still have a couple small errands to run."

"Yeah, go ahead." Sadie said as I started to pick the place up a bit. "Call me later and we'll work out details for Saturday." She told me sternly and I waved my hand to let her know I heard her and she breezed into the hallway.

I sighed as I turned off the soundboards and put a few miscellaneous things away before I locked the studio door and left for the day.

I walked out to the parking lot and unlocked my Saturn. I got in and turned the ignition and drove into town to grab a few things from the store that I needed to make Bri lunch and both of us dinner for the rest of the week. We weren't low enough on food and commodities to do a full grocery trip, but we were low on things like milk and peanut butter for sandwiches.

I picked up the handful of things I needed and left the store, with only about 5 minutes before I had to be at the school and pick up Briana. I maneuvered the couple bags I had in my arms and dug in my purse for my keys. I pulled them out of my bag and as I looked up, I ran straight into the man before me.

I teetered off center for a moment and he grabbed me with a "whoa" before I fell and dropped everything.

"I'm so sorry," I said and added quickly "Thanks," as I looked up to see who had grabbed me. My eyes widened as I got a look at the man before me. Oh. My. God.

"You ok?" The man asked me, his voice making me weak. Oh. My. God. It…it couldn't be.

"Y-yeah." I stuttered out and he flashed me a smile that made me weak in the knees. The eyes, those clear blue eyes…

"Jason!" I heard a woman yell and I shook my head to clear it. No, it can't be. I'm just…seeing what I wanted. The man, apparently Jason, let go of me and caught up to another woman who had entered the store already. I watched him go, feeling…odd. I couldn't explain it. I felt like…dear I dare say it? Like that was Tommy.

I shook my head again and glanced at my watch. I shifted the groceries in my arms and walked fast across the parking lot, shoving thoughts of the stranger out of my mind. It couldn't be Tommy, I told myself. He's dead. I repeated in my mind, opening my car and shoving the bags in the back seat. I took a deep breath as I got in and turned the key in the ignition. He's dead Jude. I repeated to myself, but it didn't kill the feeling I had. A feeling that deep down that still screamed he was alive.

I turned towards the school. I had to stop doing this to myself. I had to stop seeing things that wasn't there. That man had blue eyes like Tommy. So what, so does over half of the population around the world. It's not that rare of a trait to have. I reasoned with myself. It couldn't have been him. Tommy would have recognized me. And he answered to the woman calling him Jason. I nodded in agreement with myself and blew out a long breath.

Stop doing this to yourself Jude. I told myself as I turned into the school parking lot and cutting the engine. You gatta let go.