Authors Note: Sorry for not posting for a long time. A lot of crap happened, and whatnot, so here is an extra long update. Please Review :D Thanks!

The next morning Jude was pouring herself a bowl of cereal when her phone rang.
"Hello."
"Jude, it's Kwest."
"Oh, hey, what's up?"
"Actually, I just thought I'd let you know that I'm going to Italy for awhile."
"What the heck is in It- You found him didn't you?"
Kwest sighed deeply before talking. "Jude, as much as you think you know Tommy, you don't, at least not like Jersey and I do. He has problems."
"Doesn't take a rocket scientist to figure that out Kwest. Somethings going on, isn't it?"
"It's complicated. I'll talk to you when I get back. Bye Jude."
Jude opened her mouth, but before she could talk she heard the incessant dialtone. "Dammit, what the hell is going on?"
"That's a lovely thing to wake up to," a tired Sadie said.
"Sorry."
"What's wrong?"
"Tommy's in Italy and Kwest is going over there."
"You're kidding," she said, taking a drink of orange juice.
"I wish I was. Sadie, when did you say my apartment was going to be ready in LA?"
"Well, it's ready today, why?"
"I'm packing some stuff and I'm flying down today."
"What? Why?"
"Sadie, I don't want to deal with Tommy's bullshit. I am so sick and tired of waiting around and being stepped on everytime he leaves. I'm done."
"I understand that Jude, but don't you think you should maybe hang around for awhile?"
She shook her head. "I can't."
Six hours after that conversation, Kwest was stepping out of the airport in Italy. He had gotten an exact address from Jersey and he pulled it out while he hailed a cab. He didn't know what to expect when he found Tommy. Kwest had seen him at his lowest point and he had to admit, it hadn't been pretty.
The taxi took him to an upscale hotel on the edge of the Piazza. He quickly paid the driver, grabbed his bag and walked into the lobby of the hotel.
"Hello Signor, may I help you with anything?" the hotel manager asked sincerely.
"Yeah actually you can. Could I have Tom Quincy's room number?"
"Si Signor. It is Room 143."
"Grazie," Kwest said, already on his way to the elevator. He knocked on the door for a few minutes before Tommy answered it.
"What are you doing here?" he slurred, opening the door.
Kwest walked in and threw his bag on the floor. "What are you doing, drunk, at ten o' clock in the morning?"
"I'm not drunk," he said, taking a swig of champagne from the bottle.
"Yeah and Jude and Jersey aren't worried sick about you either."
"Good," he said, flopping down on the bed.
"You're pathetic Tom. You made it out alive the first time you got addicted, nobody can guarantee it this time."
"So what Kwest? Does it look like I care?"
"No, it doesn't, and that's what makes it sad. You're better than this Tom."
"Whatever."
"You're coming back with me."
"No I'm not."
"Yeah, you are."
"You can't make me Kwest."
"You're right, I can't make you, but I can turn you into the polizia and you know they're not big fans of yours."
"Leave me alone."
"Jude loves you," he said.
"What kind of a joke is that Kwest?"
"It's the truth, and you must be dense if you can't see that. She wears that stupid ring you gave her, every day."
He took another swig of the alcohol he held, completely ignoring Kwest.
Kwest grabbed the bottle away from him and walked into the bathroom, pouring it down the drain. "What else are you on Tommy, huh? It never stops at alcohol with you. Cocaine this time maybe? Or maybe we're doing heroin again like the first time!"
"Stop yelling!" Tommy screamed.
"I'll stop yelling when you pull your head out of your ass and look around you. You need to realize that the world isn't just about you. As much as you want everyone to pity you because Jude got mad at you, which she had every right to, by the way, it doesn't work like that. Jude is leaving for L.A. in two days."
"Good for her."
"Oh don't be like that Tom. Go ahead, stay here, bathe in self-pity, and die, because you know that's what's going to happen. Whose going to console Jude then? When most likely, I will have to tell her that you killed yourself out of stupidity!"
"She wouldn't care."
"Oh she wouldn't? We'll see about that." Kwest took out his cell phone and called Jude. Once she answered he handed the phone to Tommy.
"Hello," her soft voice filtered through.
"Jude."
"Tommy, where are you?" Her voice was panicked.
"In Italy."
"Are you drunk?"
He handed the phone to Kwest.
"Jude, it's Kwest."
"What's going on Kwest?" She asked, tears evident in her voice.
Just then Tommy ran into the bathroom. "Tommy, look Jude, there's a lot you don't know about Tommy, and I can't be the one to tell you. I'm going to try to bring him home, just don't go to L.A. yet...please."
"O-okay, I won't."
"Thank you Jude." He ended the call and found Tommy throwing up in the bathroom. He sighed and went to pack his things up.
An hour later, Tommy was passed out on the bed and Kwest was flipping through channels, which was rather pointless, considering all the shows were in Italian, except the news. A few moments after he turned the television off, his cell phone rang. He smiled at the picture that popped up.
"Hey Jersey."
"Kwest? Did you find Tommy?"
"Yes, and don't worry. He's sleeping."
"How is he?"
Kwest glanced over at his friend. "Well he's not great, but he could be worse. I think he's on something, but he won't admit it, and I think I got him to come back to Canada."
"Thank you so much Kwest. I mean I know he is your friend, but thank you for doing this for me as well."
"Don't worry about it. Have you seen Jude?"
"Yeah. She's a complete wreck Kwest. I've never seen anyone like this before."
"It's the normal Tommy and Jude circle, they both go round and round, hurting each other, and then one day they realize there's nothing to be mad about anymore, and then they're okay for awhile."
"Sadie called me just a little bit before you did. She's been locked in her room since you called. Sadie's worried about her."
"She'll be fine, Jude's tough. As soon as Tommy's sober enough to function, we're coming home."
"Good," she paused for a moment. "I miss you too Kwest."
Kwest smiled and layed back on the other bed in the room. "I miss you too. Hopefully we'll be home by tomorrow."
"I hope so too. I have to go though. I told Sadie I'd come over for awhile."
"Okay...uh Bye."
"Bye."
Kwest shook his head as he turned off his phone. He knew there was more he wanted to tell Jersey, but he couldn't bring himself to say it, knowing how much pain, love had caused both Tommy and Jude.
Tommy slowly opened his eyes and sat up, looking around the room. It was two in the morning and Kwest was sleeping soundly on the other bed. Tommy snuck into the bathroom, lifted up a tile on the floor and grabbed a bag full of white powder.
Kwest heard noises coming from the bathroom and dragged himself out of bed. He saw Tommy with the bag and ripped it away from him, letting the powder fly all over the bathroom.
"Get the fuck away from me!" Tommy yelled.
Kwest just sighed and pulled him to his feet. "We're going now," he said sternly, grabbing their bags, and dragging him down to the lobby.
Two hours later they were on a plane headed for Canada. Tommy bitched and complained the entire time but Kwest had learned to tune him a long time ago.
Jude heard a knock at the door around midnight. She groaned and got up off the couch and opened the door. Kwest was standing there, holding up Tommy. "Wh-"
"Don't ask questions," Kwest said.
"Okay," she said, closing the door behind them. "Be quiet, Jersey and Sadie are sleeping," she said softly, leading Kwest and Tommy up the steps.
Kwest got Tommy into Jude's bed and turned around to face her. She had her arms crossed and a blank expression on her face as she stared at Tommy. "What's going on?" she demanded, her eyes never leaving him.
"He's going through withdrawals."
"Withdrawals? He was on drugs?"
Kwest simply nodded and looked up at her. "Yeah, and it's not the first time either."
"What do you mean?"
"I'll let him tell you about that."
"So, is he going to be okay?"
"Yeah, he'll be fine, but this is the easy part right now. It'll get a lot worse Jude. I can take him some place else if you want me too."
"No," she said quickly, shaking her head. "I'll take care of him."
"Okay. I'm going to go call Darius though and let him know none of us will be in to work for awhile."
"You can go if you want."
He shook his head. "He gets violent Jude, trust me, I've seen him go through this before."
She nodded slowly. "Okay."
Kwest left the room to go wake Jersey up, leaving Jude alone with Tommy.
Jude walked over to the side of the bed, sat down, and sighed deeply. She'd never seen Tommy like this before, so powerless and helpless. She softly smiled and brushed a stray hair away from his face. She laid her head down on a pillow that she had propped up on her nightstand, and quickly fell asleep, holding Tommy's hand.
The next morning Tommy still hadn't woken up but he had broke into a cold sweat, which started to worry Jude. She looked up at Kwest, Jersey, and Sadie with worried eyes. "Shouldn't we take him to a hospital, or...or something?"
Kwest shook his head. "They won't do anything that we're not already doing," he said, watching Jude place her hand on his forehead.
"But, I'm sure they could do something," she said.
"Jude, it's better this way. Just trust us, okay?"
Jude looked away from them and focused her attention on Tommy. She swallowed down angry tears and closed her eyes.
"It's for the best," Sadie said softly, rubbing her little sister's back.
"It get's worse than this, doesn't it?" she asked softly.
Kwest nodded. He knew it got much worse than this. The last time he went through withdrawals, he had lashed out at both himself and Jersey, screaming at them, swearing at them, and trying to hit them. Jersey had ended up with a black eye by the time everything was over. Tommy wasn't himself for even a few weeks after the withdrawals had gotten better.
They left Jude alone with him until later that afternoon when they heard her scream.
"Shit," Jersey said, running up the stairs, Kwest following close behind.
Tommy had a tight grip on both of Jude's wrists and had her pulled towards him, his eyes wild. Kwest wrenched his grip off of Jude and pinned Tommy to the bed. "Jersey, go ask Sadie if she has anything we can tie him up with."
Jude sat, huddled in a corner, Tommy staring at her, but it wasn't really Tommy. She kept telling herself over and over again that it wasn't Tommy who was like this, this was the drugs. Kwest glanced over at Jude. "Are you okay?"
She nodded slowly, staring at the floor. She didn't know how much of this she could take.

She was sitting at the kitchen table, slowly sipping some lemon tea Jersey had made for her. Kwest had tied Tommy to the bed and Jude hadn't went upstairs since then. Her eyes were bloodshot from lack of sleep and she stared into space most of the time. Sadie had left for work, and she was left alone with Kwest and Jersey. She was worried about Tommy, but she was also scared of him. One minute she was softly talking to him, holding his hand, and the next she thought he was going to seriously hurt her.
"Jude?" Jersey asked softly.
She came out of her trance-like state and looked up at the young woman. "Sorry," she said, looking down.
"Don't worry about it Jude. Uh, he's asking for you though."
Her eyes widened and looked up at Jersey as if she was crazy.
"Calm down," she said quietly. "He's still tied up, and Kwest will be with you the entire time. He won't hurt you."
"Jersey, I don't know if I can. I'm still mad at him for leaving in the first place..." she trailed off.
"That's not all though is it?"
She paused and shook her head. "No, not even close. I hate seeing him like that, knowing I was the one who drove him to do it."
"Jude, I think he would have done it, with or without you. His life...as he sees it, is empty. I don't know what gives him that mindset, but no matter how good his life looks to us, to him it's not."
"So you're telling me he's depressed?"
She shook her head. "No, not really. It's just, I don't know how to explain it Jude. After his first battle with drugs, we put him in rehab, the therapist explained it to us there, but I'm obviously not doing a very good job of it."
Jude put her hand up. "It's fine, I'm not in the greatest mindset to absorb it all either."
"You should probably get some sleep Jude, you're just going to make yourself sick."
"I'm fine Jersey, I'll sleep tonight."
She sighed and looked up towards the stairs, hinting to Jude.
"Okay, fine. I'll go," she said, slowly making her way to the stairs. She paused at the doorway and took a deep breath before walking into her room. She saw Kwest sitting in a corner, flipping through a magazine. "Hi," she timidly said. "Jersey told me he was asking for me."
"Yeah, he was. He's in and out now, though," he said.
"He's not going to flip out on me again is he?"
"He shouldn't, and if he does, I'm right here."
"Thanks," she said before she walked over by his bed. She sat down on the chair and slowly reached for his hand.
His eyes slowly fluttered open and looked up at her. "Hi," he said softly.
"Hi," she replied, rubbing his hand.
"I'm sorry."
"You better be," she smiled, wiping tears from her eyes.
Kwest looked at them and nodded to Jude before walking out into the hallway.
"I hurt you didn't I?" he asked, looking at the red marks on her wrists.
"Uh-" she paused, not knowing what to say.
"I did it to Jersey the last time," he said awkwardly. "I'm sorry Jude...for everything."
"I know," she said softly.
"No, you don't know," he said, shaking his head. "Jude, I've screwed up before, but never this bad."
"I know Tommy, just don't worry about it right now."
"Jude, please, don't go to L.A."
"I can't promise that Tommy."

"What do you mean, you can't promise that?"
"I mean, that I don't know what's going to happen, and there's a good chance I'm going to go to L.A. I have an apartment there. Kwest, Jersey, and Mason, are moving there just for me."
"So what? Sell the apartment, Kwest and Jersey can go there, just don't leave me."
"Tommy, if it takes drugs and alcohol for you to admit things to me, then I can't do this anymore."
"Excuse me?"
"The only time you ever tell me things is when your drunk, high, or going through withdrawals, and I don't want to deal with that shit anymore Tommy!"
Kwest heard their heated conversation and went into the room. "Guys, something wrong?"
"No," Jude said quickly, walking out of the room.
"Man, you said she'd stay here!" Tommy yelled.
"I said she'd stay here until we got back."
"So she's just going to leave, throw everything we have away."
"Tommy, you two don't have anything, besides the fact that you love each other. You could never be honest with her, no matter how hard you tried."
"I gave her a ring!"
"Yeah you did, but a ring doesn't mean anything, without the promise that's supposed to come with it."
"Yeah, what's that promise supposed to be?"
"The promise that you'll be there for her all the time. The promise that you're going to stick by her and not pull stupid shit like this."
"You don't think I feel bad enough?"
"Apparently not if you're still mad that she's probably going to L.A."
"What's that supposed to mean?"
"That you should know you fucked up and she shouldn't forgive you."
"Get out!" he yelled.
Kwest shook his head and walked out of the bedroom, closing the door behind him. He found Jude pacing up and down the hallway. "What are you doing?"
She looked up. "Thinking," she said softly.
"Yeah, seems to be all anyone is doing around here, lately."
She looked up at him. "What am I supposed to do," she asked, holding the chain and the ring in her hand.
"I don't know what to tell you Jude."
"Yes you do."
He sighed and looked up at her. "Move on, exactly like you were going to before. If he gets his crap together and goes to L.A. and proves things to you, then maybe I told you the wrong answer, but right now, move on."
She nodded. "I know. I know that's what I have to do, but then why is it so damn hard!" she said, tears clouding her eyes.
Kwest walked over to her and hugged her. "I know it's hard Jude, but if you even know that's what you have to do, then you have to do it, no matter how much it hurts."
"Yeah," she said shakily.
"You'll be fine Jude. All of us are moving out there eventually, and I'm sure Mason will go with you whenever you want."
She nodded and pulled away from the hug, walking downstairs, and running into Sadie.
Sadie looked at the dark circles under her eyes and turned her around, steering her upstairs.
"Sadie what are you doing?"
"You need some sleep."
"I'm not tired," she yawned.
"Uh, yeah, sure," she said.
"I'll go lay down on the couch," she said, turning around and going back downstairs.
Sadie shook her head and followed her little sister into the living room. "What happened?"
"Nothing," she said softly.
"Okay," she said, handing Jude a blanket.
A few minutes later Jude had fallen asleep and Kwest carried her upstairs into Sadie's room. He watched her sleep for awhile, until Jersey came beside him, laying her head on his shoulder.
"That poor girl has been through so much because of my brother."
"Yeah," Kwest said, wrapping his arm around her shoulders.
"I don't think he means to though Kwest, really."
"I know," he said softly, kissing the top of her head.
Jersey turned around, hugging him and burying her face in his chest. Things were only going to get worse for them, and she knew it.