Here's a short Jommy fluff/filler chapter. Thanks again to some of my most favorite people in the world RockerChick13, KayKay2007, LuvTommy56, Erin McKinley, intheclosetromantic for reading AND reviewing for the last chapter.

There's a knock at my door and I get up to see Jude standing there in a friggin towel. Imagine all of the emotions surging through me at this point.

"Hey now. You're not going out like that are you?" I ask, checking her out.

She rolls eyes, and puts her hand on her forehead, while maneuvering the towel with the other hand. "There is a huge ass flying insect in my room."

"So…" I smiled.

"Come kill it," she groans. "Please?" she adds.

I roll my eyes at her. "Step aside girl."

"Shut up…" she moans, walking behind me, back to her room.

I walk into her room with her right up under my armpit practically.

"It's in the bedroom…well it was." she mutters.

I walk in cockily and open the doors that lead to the balcony. I look around cautiously not seeing anything. I glance at Jude, who's standing in the doorframe.

"You don't see it?"

"Uh no. What is anyway? A little bee?" I ask, patronizingly.

She rolls her eyes, and cautiously enters the room. She scoops her clothes off the bed. "I tell you what. I'm going to go ahead and get dressed in the living room and you go ahead keep looking."

When she lifts her clothes off the bed a huge ass flying something flies straight toward me. Jude drops her clothes back down and jets out of the room as quickly as possible, me at her heels.

I shut the door behind us. "Whew," I exhale laughing nervously.

"Tell me about it." Jude laughs, sitting on the ottoman in the corner. I sit on the coffee in front of her. She looks at me incredulously and crosses her legs.

"What?" I shrug at her.

"You aren't going to go kill it?" she asks. "It's okay if you're scared…I can call the front desk or something," she says, condescendingly.

"Pshh, girl I got it," I wave at her, but not moving.

"No really Tommy. I can call the front desk. It won't be a problem." She says, getting up.

I acknowledge that she's trying to use some reverse psychology/Jedi mind trick thing to get me to do what she wants. But my male ego won't let me do the sensible thing. "Nah girl I got it." I assure her, getting up and entering her room again cautiously. I stick my head in first and seen it resting on the wall on the far side of the room.

I pick up one of her abandoned sandals and walked over to it.

"You don't have to do it on the wall do you?" Jude whispers, picking up her clothes again.

I glance at her disbelievingly.

She's not seriously worried about a little splat on the wall…I shake my head at her. And whack it one good time and it falls to the floor.

"Motherf" I bite out in pain. The little sucker stung my ankle.

"Oh. My. God." Jude gasped, running over to me.

"You're not allergic are you?"

"I'm not sure…" I moan.

"Oh come on," she says, grabbing me by the hand, and leading me to the bathroom. "Sit down." She commands, pointing to the toilet. I have a seat and examine the damage to my ankle. It's not the bad actually, just a little tingly right now.

I glance at Jude out the corner of my eye. She's rummaging through drawers and finds her tweezers. It's kind of entertaining to watch her, her trying to keep that towel up I mean.

She kneels down in front of me giving me a millisecond view of most everything. She takes the tweezers and pulls out the stinger. I grunt. My friggin ankle hurts more without the stinger in.

"What?" she asks, looking at me with concern.

"Nothing. I'm good," I assure her.

"I should have called somebody from downstairs," she sighs, shaking her hand.

I nod slightly, watching her pour rubbing alcohol on the sting. "Aren't you supposed to put butter or something on it?"

She gaps at me, as if to say are you serious.

"What?" I ask.

"No you put butter on a burn," she responds, sarcastically.

"Really?" I ask, dumbly.

She just looks at me again until she notices that I'm teasing. She slaps my leg playfully almost losing her towel again.

"How does that feel?"

"Tingly?"

"Burning any?"

"Nah not really. More like itching."

"I'll be right back. Don't move." She says, patting my leg.

It's weird her going all… maternal on me. She doesn't show this side very often. I snap out of my thoughts when she comes back into the room with actual clothes on and a tube of toothpaste. She tosses the Crest to me. I look at her confused as hell.

"Put it on the sting," she explains, putting lotion on her arms.

"Who makes this stuff up?" I wonder aloud.

"I don't know. I've also heard honey works though."

"Calamine lotion…" I add.

"Meat tenderizer."

"That's for jellyfish stings," I correct.

"Oh yeah…" she shrugs. "Put that on there. You want me to do it."

"Yeah…" I say, taking advantage of her sympathy.

She chuckles, kneeling down at my feet again. "You're such a baby. You think you need some Tylenol?"

"Yeah…"

She finishes up fixing up my sting and rummages through her purse for Tylenol. "I only have Tylenol PM," she warns me.

"Nighttime medicine never puts me to sleep…" I tell her. "Thank you."

"You still feel like going out? Because we could do room service and a movie maybe," she offers, from the living room. She comes back into the bathroom and hands me a bottle of water.

"Room service is sounding good actually." I reply, standing up, and limping out of the bathroom. It doesn't really hurt to walk on it, nor do I need to limp. But again with the sympathy points there.