"Best Friends?"

Summary: Tommy Quincy hates Jamie Andrews with a passion. But why? Takes place after "Date With the Night."

Disclaimer: All chapter titles are songs by Fall Out Boy. Also I don't own anything related to "Instant Star" except for a couple of Jude-centric fantasies.

Author's Note: I'm taking liberties with Jamie's back story and religion in this chapter since it's never really stated on the show why he lives with his Grandmother. Also I've got one more chapter of this to post and then me and my girlfriend are taking a little vacation for a week so they'll be no updates for at least two weeks.

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Jamie stood in front of the mirror, trying to get his tie straight. It had been a week since Tommy's death and today was his funeral. In the time between his death and the funeral Jude had done her first interview since the pictures had been released and G Major was doing it's best to show the public just how much of a victim she was; so far it had worked. Not long after Jude's interview the body of a young man was found outside a hotel in Montreal. Jude and Mason both confirmed he was the guy from the bar. Which meant Darius was covering his tracks.

A knock at the door roused Jamie from his thoughts. "It's open," he called.

Jude entered his room, a haunted look on her face. "Hey," he said, turning around to hug her. "How you holding up?"

"Not so well," Jude admitted.

"I know how you feel," Jamie said, thinking back to when his mother died. He wrapped his arms around Jude and smiled when he heard her sigh. His contentment was short-lived however when Patsy's words came back to haunt him. 'She loves me,' he told himself. And as much he wanted to believe it, there was a part of him that couldn't. He knew, deep within his heart, that no man would ever be loved by Jude like Tommy was. That he would always be second.

"What's the matter?" Jude asked, looking up at him.

"Nothing," Jamie lied. "You ready?"

"As I'll ever be."

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Jamie stood at the back of the church not wanting to intrude on anyone's conversations. Tommy's funeral had been emotional experience, one that he hadn't been expecting. Jamie didn't think he'd ever get the sight of Tommy's corpse out of his head.

Jamie shook hands with the members of Boyz Attack, who had approached him, and set off looking for Jude. After the funeral had ended she'd asked to be alone for awhile and Jamie had agreed. What Jamie hadn't thought of though was how much he hated being in church. Especially alone. The last time he'd been in one he'd asked God to make his Mother's cancer go away; it hadn't gone away and less than two days later, at the age of four, he was left without a mother. Thankfully his grandmother had moved in with him so he wouldn't have to move.

Thirteen years had passed since then and Jamie, in his anger, had shunned God for taking away his mother. He didn't consider himself an atheist, he thought he was more of more an existentialist than anything else, but he couldn't help but feel anger at God again for taking the life of a loved one.

Jamie was so deep in thought that he didn't even notice Jude when she walked up to him. "Hello? Earth to Jamie?"

The music intern shook off the last cloud of anger and smiled at his girlfriend. "Hey. What's up?"

"I think I'm ready to go home," she said.

Jamie nodded and began leading her out when an elderly woman approached. "Are you Jude?" she asked. At the singer's nod, the woman smiled. "You're just like my Thomas described you; beautiful."

"Who are you?" a confused Jude questioned.

"I'm Tommy's Grandmother."

Jude's face lit up in recognition. "Jude," Jamie whispered. "I'm gonna go; this is probably private stuff. You come find me when you're ready?"

Jude nodded and as Jamie turned away, Tommy's grandmother said, "You are Jamie, aren't you?"

Jamie froze for a second, unsure of what to say. "He spoke of you, too. He used to say that you had great potential; that with a little training you could be the next...Phil Ramone, or something like that."

Jamie smiled, pleased at Tommy's posthumous compliment. He turned away and after walking only a few feet ran into Liam. "Hey," he greeted. "How's the investigation going?"

Liam looked around to make sure no one was listening or watching before saying, "Not so good. We still have no evidence linking Darius to any of the crimes. The most incriminating thing he's done is not show up to the funeral today."

Jamie shook his head. "Damn it."

"Who is that Jude is talking with?" Liam suddenly asked, nervousness creeping into his voice.

"Tommy's grandmother. Why?"

Liam attempted a reassuring smile. "No reason." After another glance at Jude he focused his attention back on Jamie. "I've been meaning to ask you for awhile if you're all right."

"Yeah," Jamie said, shrugging. "Why do you ask?"

"Well you seem distracted lately. Are you sure there's nothing you don't wanna talk about?"

Jamie was about to tell him he was fine, when noticed how genuinely concerned Liam appeared to be. "No," he finally said. "I'm not okay." Jamie then told Liam everything that had happened between him and Patsy.

"And now you're doubting your relationship with Jude?" Liam asked.

"Yeah," Jamie sighed. "It's just...okay did you ever see 'Pretty in Pink'?" Liam nodded. "Alright, it's like Tommy's Blaine and I'm Duckie. And I think we both know who gets the girl in the end."

Liam chuckled slightly. "Jamie, if it's any consolation...most people were Duckie in their life. Everyone has an Andie; a girl or guy they'd do anything for." Off of Jamie's look he added, "And hey, John Hughes' original ending had Duckie get the girl. Maybe this time that'll happen?"

Jamie shrugged. "Who knows?" The two men stood in silence for a few minutes until Jude came to ask Jamie to take her home. Once they arrived at the Harrison house the two curled up the couch to watch tv together and Jamie began to wonder; Could Duckie get the girl this time?

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THOMAS QUINCY

Beloved Son. Adored Producer.

He had the Spark.

October 24, 1981- August 10, 2006