A/N ok so this is kinda of a filler chapter, but it's important. All I did was spell check it because its late and I need to go to bed so I'm sorry if some parts suck or what ever, maybe tomorrow I'll have it beta'ed and reposted

Love ya'll

A few months had passed since Jude and Tom had gotten in their fight, and things had been ok between the two since then. Sadie was away as usual, and Jude was back in the studio finishing up her album.

"I like soda"

"I know you do Jude, but belching like a man in the middle of recording makes me really not like it."

Jude giggled at Tom's scowl and covered her hands with her mouth.

"I can't help it, sometimes it just comes out"

He gave her the 'ya right' look and signaled her to go again. Jude took a deep breath and waited to the music to start in her head phones. She closed her eyes and listened to the intro, picturing tom in her head.

When you're gone

The pieces of my heart are missing you

She remembers the night that he drove away in the Porsche, and how the rest of her night, she stood in the street sobbing.

When you're gone

The face I came to know is missing too

She remembered when she would sit, staring at her cell phone willing it to ring when he was gone. She also thought of the honeymoon when she was willing him to stop calling.

When you're gone

The words I need to hear to always get me through the day

And make it okay

She stood there in the studio silently, with her eyes still shut tight. The tears she held there threatened to slip in-between her eyelashes and gently slide down her cheeks. The music continued to play but her voice wouldn't come out. How was it possible to miss someone when they were sitting 10 feet from you? When the man she longed for was staring at her trembling body through a thin piece of glass? The door to the studio quietly opened and he slowly walked up to her. She opened her eyes and furiously wiped the tears as he got closer.

Jude removed the head phones from her ears and looked up at him.

"I'm ok really"

"You don't cry in the middle of songs for no reason" he told her. Tom took her hand and led her to the couch they had shared once before, and sat her down on his lap.

"Tell me"

"I miss you" she whispered into his shoulder.

"I'm right here," he told her. Jude pulled back and looked at him.

"But your not right here" she said placing her hand over her heart. Tom sighed and pulled her into him.

"Of course I'm right here baby, I love you."

"But, I don't know sometimes I feel like number two."

"Why?" he asked her.

"Because you don't go home with me, and you don't wake up with me. You don't share a lot of things with me, and we don't really get to go out whether Sadie is here or not her, I just, I don't know. I'm fine really, just emotional"

"Look it will all work out ok, and don't ever feel like your number two, because your not….in my heart Jude, your not only number one, you're the only one." Jude looked up at him and smiled. "You didn't get snot on my shirt did you?"

Jude smiled and laughed at him, still sniffling.

"Ass"

Jude woke up a few days later, and stumbled out of her bed into the bathroom. She started to look for her toothbrush when she noticed the note taped to the mirror.

Pack your bags with beach clothes

Flight 182 gate 12 12:45pm

The car is waiting

Jude hurriedly brushed her teeth and washed her hair. Running around her apartment from her closet to the laundry room, she assembled the clothes that she would need. Every time she threw something else into the open duffle bag on the bed, she would take note of the time. Soon it went from being 10:15 when she got up to being 11:45 and she really had to hurry. Tom hadn't called or anything but she knew this was his doing. Jude zipped the bag up and slung it over her shoulder.

Than she stopped to think. What if this was just for her? What if he was giving her time to think about things, a little time to get away and clear her head? She almost dropped the bag where she was can picked her up phone. She gazed at the door, with her hand on the cool metal of the doorknob. It stared back up at her, daring her to open it and walk out. With a deep sigh, she did exactly that.

The long limo sat out in front of her building and when she exited the man quickly got out of the car and took her bag for her.

"I hope you weren't out here waiting long." She said to the driver. He laughed and closed her bag in the trunk.

"Mr. Quincy said you might take awhile, I only got here 10 minuets ago." She smiled.

"Good" she said as he opened the door for her.

"There's hot coffee inside waiting for you Mrs. Harrison."

Jude smiled; maybe this wouldn't be so bad after all.

Thirty-five minuets later Jude was running into the airport. He shoes were barely able to stay on her feet and she had no idea where the terminal was, and she hadn't even gotten through security yet. Once there the lines were horrendous, and she knew at this rate she was not going to make this flight. Jude walked over to the nearest security guard, a huge bulky man and tapped him politely on the arm.

"I'm sorry to bother you bu-"

"We've been expecting you Miss Harrison, where is your security?"

"Uhh...I don't usually travel with security…"

"Airport security was supposed to meet you when you got dropped off and escort you to you gate, for your safety."

"Ya about that," she said "Well I'm running late and I kinda, dashed in, I guess I missed them."

The man started talking into his little walkie talkie while Jude took in more of her surroundings. People were bustling around everywhere, standing and line, and running for planes.

"Ok" he said, "they are coming right now to whisk you away to your plane"

Jude smiled and clapped her hands together, "Thank you so much! You don't know how tired I am just running to here!"

Soon enough her chariot arrived and the escorted her to the gate. But as they were pulling into the terminal, Jude realized the people, and the hustle and bustle was getting less and less.

"Um, are you sure this is right?" Jude said as she leaned forward in the golf cart to the man driving.

"Yes ma'am. Private Gate 12"

"Private?" The young man driving quickly turned around to smile at her.

"This is where all the private and charter planes take off, don't you superstars always fly charted jets?" He asked as he stopped the cart at her gate.

"Uh, no, and I am no superstar." She told him as she went to pick up her bag. A familiar masculine hand beat her to it. She looked up in surprise at Tom Quincy's handsome face.

"I beg to differ…superstar"