A/N: Hey guys! Sorry that it's been awhile; my life got hectic, especially when ISS had to temporarily take down the gallery and I'm sort of stuck revamping some stuff and uploading more caps. Anyway, I figured as a Christmas gift, I'd write up this chapter and one to Running Back. I'll try my hardest to get RB up shortly. For those that apply, I hope you have/had a Merry Christmas. No review replies this time b/c I'm trying to write to Running Back. I hope you guys enjoy!

Chapter 11

3 Days Later

I glanced at my watch again and frowned. Jude was late. She was never late for any of our meetings. I sighed and took another sip of my coffee, wincing as the hot liquid burned its way down my throat.

My cell chirped from my jeans pocket and I pulled it out while simultaneously flipping it open, not bothering to look at the caller id.

"Hello?"

"Jason, Hey, I'm so sorry, but I got tied up at work and…"

"It's ok," I said, noticing Jude's frazzled tone. She was speaking fast and breathing relatively heavily. "Just, take a breath and relax a moment." I advised her and I could feel her smile on the other end of the phone. Strange, I was never able to 'feel' Jessica's smile.

"Anyway, I'm so sorry,"

"it's fine," I told her, and meant it. I was worried about her not showing up, and it was nice to hear her voice and know she was ok. A bit frazzled sounding, but otherwise, okay.

"I can't make it." She said, sounding disappointed and I felt my own disappointment set in.

"Oh," I said, not able to say much more. Why did my heart feel heavy? She's a friend…

"Can we reschedule?" She asked and I nodded and realized she couldn't see a nod over the phone.

"Yeah, it's cool."

"It's just, I have this deadline and…"

"It's fine, Jude." I told her and sighed. "I'll talk to you later, ok?" She agreed and we both hung up.

I slipped my phone into my pocket and sighed heavily. I reached for my wallet and was searching for some small bills when I heard someone stop next to me. I glanced up and the woman's eyes widened in…surprise? Shock? I wasn't quite sure how to read her expression, and honestly, it kind of scared me.

"Can I help you?" I asked, carefully, not quite knowing what to make of this.

"Oh my god!" She squealed out, and I looked around, expecting to see some superstar sitting next to me, but alas, no one. "You're…you're" She stuttered out, looking like she was going to have a heart attack on the spot.

"Miss, are you alright?" I asked, feeling concerned for her health.

"You're Tom Quincy!" She barely managed to get out and I frowned.

"I'm sorry, you must be mistaken." I told her, setting a 5 on the table and sliding out of the small booth.

"No, I…you're" She took a long look at me and sighed. "You just…look so much like him…" She said, eyes boring into mine and I shrugged.

"Sorry, but I'm not him." I told her and left before she could argue any more. As I walked down the street, I froze suddenly in midstep, a frown on my face.

Tom Quincy? I shook my head. I can't be. Jessica wouldn't lie to me about who I am.

I shook my head to clear it and kept walking and frowned once again, remembering a memory fragment from the other night. The guy had gotten my attention by calling out "Hey T!" What did "T" stand for?

I stopped and tried to remember, tried to think on it, but nothing came up. The more I thought about it, the more I wanted to know. Who was Tom Quincy? Why was that girl so excited to see him? Didn't Jude originally call me Tommy when she stepped into the hospital room?

I took a deep breath to gather my wits and glanced at traffic before rushing across the street. There was one way to find out, and damn it, I was going to.