"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: Well, here we are once again at the start of another chapter. I do hope you enjoy it and, as always, please leave a review telling me exactly how much you hate me for ruining the characters lives.

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Three Weeks Later...

Tommy gingerly sat down at his desk, trying not to aggravate his bruised ribs, and began to shift through dozens of files. Since Darius' disappearance he'd been made president and CEO of G Major Records, a position which had been hard to do since the explosion the previous month. An investigation into the destruction of the Harrison home had revealed that someone had planted a bomb in the Harrison's attic. Liam, Wally, and several G Major staff members and FBI agents were instantly killed. Sadie, Kyle, Mason, and two others had been raced to nearest hospital where they were slowly recovering. Agent Duhane had been put in charge of the search for Darius following Liam's death and, despite the best efforts of everyone involved, nothing had turned up.

Jude and her father were sent away on 'vacation' by the FBI and Tommy was somewhat upset by the fact that only Jamie and Sadie knew where they really were. Then again, it did make sense; Sadie was family and Jamie was closer to being a Harrison than Tommy ever felt he would be. He was snapped out of his inner musings by a knock on the door. "It's open," he called.

Kwest, still sporting a cast on his left arm from where the explosion had knocked him down, handed him a stack of papers. "You have to sign these," he said.

As Tommy took the papers, he couldn't help but feel that life was returning to some semblance of normal. 'Shit. I just jinxed us.'

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Jamie sat in his chair and watched the doctor as she slowly rubbed the 'nasty goo', as he called it, on Jude's stomach. Jude had been spared any injuries during the explosion when Stuart had grabbed her and wrapped himself around her, effectively taking the brunt of the heat and force.

He had, on the other hand, once again had gotten injured. In addition to the still healing bullet wound in his shoulder, he now sported a broken wrist on his left hand, a mother of a bruise on his lower back, and a slightly damaged left leg that would have him walking with a cane for a few more weeks; his right hand, which he used his cane with, had become so blistered and sore though in the time he been walking with the cane that the doctors now made him wear a bandage whenever he was walking.

Despite these many painful injuries, today Jamie couldn't have felt better. And it wasn't just because he was pumped full of Vicodin. Jude was having her first ultrasound. As the doctor began talking to them, Jude reached out and took his hand. Jamie smiled back at her and kissed her hand. Suddenly the doctor stopped speaking. "Huh," she said.

"Huh?" Jude repeated. "What does 'Huh' mean?"

Jamie could here the panic in her voice and gave her hand a reassuring squeeze. "Nothing to be worried about," the doctor grinned. She pointed to the screen. "There's two heartbeats."

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Tommy reached over to his night stand where his ringing cellphone was. "Hello?' he answered groggily.

"Tommy." It was Jamie.

"Andrews, it's six in the fucking morning here; this better be good."

"It is," Jamie said. There was a brief pause and Jude joined Jamie on the phone to say, "We're having twins!"

Tommy's brain shut down for a moment but when it finally kick started itself back to life he managed to say, "What?"

"Twins, Tommy," Jamie replied. "You know, as in two."

"Yeah Andrews, I know about twins," Tommy snapped. "I just can't believe..."

"Me neither," Jamie said. "They're fraternal, just in case you were wondering. Boy and a girl."

"Wow," Tommy finally sighed. "Congrats, man."

"Thanks." There was another pause and Tommy could tell that Jamie was walking away from Jude. "Hey, did you have to time to pick up that thing like I asked you?"

"Yeah. Got it last night."

"Thanks." Tommy could practically hear Jamie's smile. "Just wait until we get back."

They chatted for a few more minutes before hanging up. Tommy growled in frustration and, despite the early time, poured himself some scotch. He opened the drawer where he was keeping Jamie's gift and looked inside the small box at the diamond ring. "Fuck," he said softly.