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: This chapter kinda jumps around a bit. It's like the baptism scene in "The Godfather". Lots of death.

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With great effort, Tommy pulled himself away from Jude. "I'm sorry," he said. "But I had to do that." Jude said nothing but from the look on her face, Tommy guessed that she wasn't completely upset with him. Before either of them had time to gather their thoughts, the sounds of footsteps came down the hall. Limping footsteps. "Jamie," Tommy whispered. Instantly, a look of extreme guilt crossed Jude's face.

The door to the room opened slowly and Jamie walked in, a bouquet of flowers in his hand. "What's going on?" he asked.

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Patsy shifted in her seat, already tired of waiting for Scott to come back. Why she had to be the one who did this, she still didn't know, but if it meant getting back at Jude and Jamie then she'd do just about anything. Scott returned, his scrubs a little rumpled. "I got-"

"Shut up," she cut him off. "Do you want somebody to hear you?" He shook his head. "Good." She smiled. "Now, let's go."

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Tommy got back to the hotel an hour after Jamie's sudden appearance. Although the young man seemed angry enough to kill someone, Jude had calmed enough for Tommy to leave. Now, he sat in his room wondering what was going on in the hospital room. That's when Stuart burst in. "Tommy!" he yelled, pulling him off the bed. "Jamie just called. Someone took the babies."

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Liam looked down in distaste at Scott the male-nurses' body. "Take those children out of my sight," he commanded. Immediately several of his men began gathering up the babies. Patsy, who was sitting on a couch nearby, spoke. "What now?"

Liam slowly removed his gun, allowing the realization of what was about to happen to hit Patsy. "Now, you die."

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Spiederman walked into the safe house and stopped when he noticed that one of the agents assigned to him was laying face down on the table. "Joe?" he whispered.

"Vincent." Spiederman turned to face the speaker. "Liam wishes you the best."

Spiederman tried to run but it was no use. The bullet tore through his throat and blood flew everywhere. As his world turned to black, his last thought was of Jude and Jamie and how he'd failed them.

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Tommy and Stuart ran into Jude's room, ignoring the protests of the nurses. Jamie and Darius were already in the room, worried looks on their faces. "Any news?" Tommy asked.

Darius looked to the floor. "Victoria and Don...they're gone."

"What?" Stuart sputtered. "No...how?"

"Someone gunned them down outside their house," Darius replied. "Broad daylight. No witnesses."

As Stuart collapsed into a chair, Tommy cast a glance at Jude who had buried her face into Jamie's neck and was quietly crying. Jamie met his gaze and in that moment, Tommy knew that whatever happened, he and Jamie would die for her.

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Sadie hung up her cell. Her mom, Spied, Mason,...all dead. She had gotten word that Kwest had been moved to a secure location and that a car was on it's way for her. As she looked at the bag in her hands, now all that she had left of her life, she wondered how things had gotten so bad, so fast. A knock at the door sprung from her thoughts. She opened it and came face to face with-"Liam."

"Sadie," the madman grinned. Sadie knew that she had seconds to act so without hesitation she kneed him in the groin. He let out moan of pain and fell to his knees, giving her the opportunity to knee him in the face. He fell onto his back, his head hitting the wall. Seeing that he was clearly dazed, Sadie hurriedly grabbed a nearby umbrella and, using all her strength, stabbed Liam with it. The man let out a roar of pain and grasped at her but she backed away quickly. As she watched, Liam's body began to twitch and jerk and then, finally, he died.

Sadie slid down the wall, the reality of the situation hitting hard. She'd just killed a man. And what was worse...she didn't feel sorry about it.