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Chapter Four

Jazz sat in the passenger seat of Tucker's car with her head leaning back against the seat looking a little pained as Tucker sang at the top of his lungs. He hit a particular sour note and she sighed as she continued to watch him, completely unaware of the loving look on her face.

"Tuck," Jazz finally said when she could take it no more. "Has anyone ever told you that you're tone deaf?"

"All the time," Tucker answered cheerfully. "I don't know why. I think I sound perfectly fine when I sing. I don't get what the big deal is."

Jazz blinked at him tiredly. "Has anyone ever told you that you can't carry a tune in a paper bag?"

"What?" Tucker laughed nervously.

"I'm serious," Jazz said gently as she turned her attention from his face to the road. "You're completely off key."

Tucker frowned. "I'm sorry," he said. "Am I driving you crazy? Sam says my singing could make people's ears bleed." Jazz looked at him sadly and he sighed, she couldn't dispute the statement.

"I'll stop singing," Tucker told her as he took his eyes off the road long enough to see her eyes back on his face.

"Your problem," Jazz began. "Is that you have difficulty distinguishing the difference between notes, so it's difficult for you to reproduce them."

"And if I had the right training," Tucker interrupted. "I could learn to sing on key. Yeah." He sighed deeply and Jazz smiled, then just sat and watched him drive for awhile, thinking that the warm feelings from just watching him drive, were crazy. Why should just looking at him fill her with such happiness? Because she loved him?

"You know what?" Jazz whispered softly not taking her eyes off his face while her heart swelled with so much emotion that she didn't think she could contain it. She smiled and blinked slowly at the subject of her contemplation.

"What?" Tucker asked as he looked at her quickly before turning his attention back to driving.

"I…" Jazz paused, then caught herself. She almost told him that she loved him. It just wanted to come out of her mouth with little thought.

Tucker held his breath as he waited for Jazz to finish her statement. His heart flipped a few times and he hoped she was going to tell him she loved him. He willed her to say it. He ached of her to say it. He knew he couldn't tell her first, if she didn't love him then, well it would ruin everything.

"I think you're so cute," Jazz told him as she blinked back her tears. She just couldn't say it. If she said it, there would be a new tension in their relationship, it might ruin things. What if he didn't really love her? She knew he thought he did, but she didn't want him to feel obligated to say he loved her too. As beautiful as their relationship had been so far, it was going to end, she felt it better to keep the name of love out of the equation.

Tucker tried not to sigh in disappointment, he barely managed to hold back as he smiled at Jazz and said, "I think you're beautiful." She laughed then turned her head and looked out the passenger side window closing her eyes, and chastising herself for her near mistake. She was going to have to be careful.

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Tucker was profoundly thankful for Jazz's help his first week in California. She was right, she was good at organizing, but then Jazz was also an over achiever. He accused her of being anal, and she accused him of being a slob. She whipped his apartment into order and teased him mercilessly about the place becoming filled with tech junk.

"When I come to visit," she said as she put away the dishes they had just purchased. "I'm going to be shocked at the mess you've turned this place into, aren't I?"

Tucker only smiled at her, as he walked up behind Jazz. "You're coming to visit?" he asked. She nodded her head and he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. He was happy, but also worried. He started work tomorrow and Jazz would have to leave in just a few days.

"Only if you want me to," Jazz said softly as she turned and kissed him.

"I'll always want you to," he told her as he returned the light kisses.

"Good," Jazz said as she pushed away from him. She was happy, it was fun setting up house for Tucker, but she constantly had to keep reminding herself that this wasn't her home, she wasn't staying. In a few days she was leaving, and despite what she said, she didn't know if she would be back, or if this sweet, easygoing relationship could withstand distance and time.

Tucker sighed as he watched Jazz organize the kitchen; she'd become more and more distant as the time for her to leave approached. He tried to make her feel more comfortable, but the sweeter he was, the more upset she became. He was about to question her, beg for more of a commitment from her than maybe, ask her why she was pushing him away, but the phone rang and they both jumped in surprise. Tucker met Jazz's eyes for a moment before answering the phone.

"Tucker!" Danny said happily

"Hey, Danny," Tucker laughed as he held Jazz's gaze, she smiled, then followed Tucker to the couch and sat beside him.

"Where's Jazz?" Danny asked sharply.

Tucker frowned. "Getting right to the point huh?"

"Don't play games with me Tuck," Danny growled. "I know you've appropriated my sister. You weren't supposed to take her with you!"

Tucker chuckled. "Sorry, Danny I just couldn't bring myself to part with her." Jazz took his free hand in her own and kissed his palm.

Danny chuckled slightly. "I'm actually pretty shocked she went," he told Tucker. "That's not very Jazz like."

"I know," Tucker agreed trying to sound normal as Jazz kissed each one of his finger tips. "But she's fine, I wouldn't let anything happen to her." Jazz rolled her eyes then stole Tucker's glasses from his face.

"So what's the deal with you two?" Danny questioned, using a tone which Tucker recognized as threatening and he swallowed hard as Jazz moved closer and kissed his neck.

Tucker laughed nervously. "How's Sam?" he asked as normally as possible. While he tried to change the subject, Jazz began untucking his shirt and he felt like he was going to die.

Danny laughed. "Sam's fine. She went to see her parents. Is Jazz trying to listen in?"

"Yeah," Tucker said then gasped as Jazz began unbuttoning his shirt, he looked at her in shock and she smiled evilly.

"Do you love her?" Danny asked seriously.

Tucker closed his eyes as Jazz finished unbuttoning his shirt and he moved as she removed it. "Yes," he answered.

"Good," Danny replied happily. "Then I won't have to kill you right away." Tucker laughed nervously then opened his eyes so he could look at Jazz.

"Tell him you need to go," she said teasingly as she caressed his stomach with the tips of her fingers, her eyes growing heavy lidded and seductive. Tucker swallowed hard and prayed that when Danny came to kill him, he'd be merciful.

"I heard that," Danny laughed. "Let me talk to her." Tucker blinked his eyes in bewilderment a moment. Then what Danny had requested finally sunk in.

"He wants to talk to you," He told the woman who was seriously driving him crazy. She rolled her eyes then bent down and kissed his stomach. His grip tightened on the phone.

"Tell him I'm busy," she ordered.

"She says she's busy," Tuck said obediently and realized he was shaking.

"Tucker," Danny growled.

"He's going to kill me if you don't talk to him," Tucker told Jazz as he gave her a pleading look and held the phone toward her. She looked at him thoughtfully for a moment, a wicked grin still in place on her face then took the phone..

"Danny," she said a she leaned back on the couch, her fingers still tracing patterns on Tucker's stomach. "What do you want?"

"I just wanted to make sure Tucker didn't drag you there against your will. It's kinda weird for you to do something like this," Danny answered worriedly.

"What?" Jazz asked. "You think I can't be spontaneous?"

"It's just that you usually don't let your heart rule your head," Danny teased. Jazz grew quiet and her fingers stilled from their latest employment. It was very true, she never let her emotions make her decisions for her.

"Do you love him?" Danny quizzed.

"That's none of your business, Danny," Jazz answered curtly as she sat back on the couch, pulled her knees into her chest and closed her eyes.

"I'll take that as a yes," Danny chuckled.

"Is that all you needed?" Jazz asked almost angrily. "To give us a hard time? Are you bored with Sam already?"

"She's not home," Danny told his sister. Jazz laughed a little then looked at Tucker and smiled.

"How about we talk later?" Jazz asked quickly. "I'll answer all your questions then okay?"

"All my questions?" Danny questioned happily.

"Well the ones that are your business," She laughed. "I love you, Danny." Tucker watched her longingly. He wished she could say those words to him as easily as she did her brother.

"Same to you, Jazz," Danny replied then disconnected the call.

Jazz 's expression turned from serious back to playful. Tucker looked at her warily as she moved toward him, like a cat stalking her prey. She leaned forward and kissed his shoulder and he smiled.

"Now," she said as she again began tracing patterns on his stomach. "Where were we?"

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Jazz woke up an hour before Tucker the next morning. Today was his first day on the job, and she only had four more days left. The thought of leaving made her want to cry. And the more she wanted to cry, the more sure she was that things wouldn't work. Everything was just too good and would be impossible to replicate again. She could come see him at Christmas and Spring Break, she could spend the summer with him and even transfer to a closer college, but it would never be like this, relaxed, joyful and perfect.

She watched him while he slept, all the while forcing her tears back. She thought it was strange that of all people, she'd fallen head over heels in love with Tucker Foley. She sighed deeply as she laid her head on his chest. His arm came around her and he cuddled her close.

"I'm going to miss you so much," she whispered as tears leaked from her eyes. "I love you so much."

"What?" Tucker asked sleepily and Jazz smiled sadly, knowing he hadn't really heard her. He pulled her closer and moved so he could give her a long and loving kiss. Jazz responded by melting against him and they engaged in the morning routine of theirs that Jazz loved the best, especially since he was still asleep in the beginning and his guard was down. He whispered words of love, telling her he adored her, loved her, would be so lost without her. She wanted to live in that moment forever.

She made him breakfast as he showered and shaved, then sent him to work, feeling very wife like. She wasn't sure how she felt about the feeling as she put on her tennis shoes and left to go for a walk.

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Tucker and Jazz sat in the car at the airport, both just staring at the entrance, neither making the move to get out of the car. Tucker had Jazz's hand in his and they both were trying to hide the tears in their eyes.

Jazz was going back to Amity Park for two days, then heading back to school. She contemplated staying those final two days with Tucker, but felt she would need a couple of days to recover from being apart from him, and she wanted to see her brother and his wife. She refused to let her heart rule her head. She told herself she was going to be reasonable about everything, and she'd be fine.

"I already miss you," Tucker said as he looked at Jazz.

"I'm just going to be a phone call away," Jazz teased as she reached out and touched Tucker's face. He nodded his head, took a deep breath then opened the car door. He took Jazz's bags from the trunk then waited for her. He wanted her to refuse to get out of the car, for her to tell him to take her home, to their home, but he knew it was too much to hope for, and too much to ask.

Jazz got out of the car and took one of her bags, they walked arm and arm into the airport. Neither speaking as she checked in. He stood with her in the line for security, then they both paused and looked at each other.

"I'm going to miss you," Jazz said tearfully.

"I'll miss you more," Tucker told her.

"Just call me," she replied. "Every second of every day."

"And more," Tucker laughed then pulled her into his arms.

"I love you," Jazz whispered brokenly and Tucker felt like his knees were going to buckle beneath him.

"I love you too," he said as he held her, not wanting to let go. The man at security cleared his throat and the two lovers realized they were holding up the line. Tucker kissed her quickly then let her go. She looked indecisive for a moment then put her bag on the conveyor belt and walked through the metal detector. She turned and looked at Tucker. They were now separated by unbreakable federal regulations and it stung both their hearts to be so close but unable to touch.

"I love you," Jazz declared loudly as tears poured down her face.

"I love you too," Tucker called. They stood for a moment, and it was Jazz who finally looked at her watch and sighed. She waved then picked up her bag and walked away, looking back one more time at Tucker, who kept his eyes on her until she was out of site, before finally turning and walking away sadly.

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"Tucker," Sam said tiredly as she stood in the entryway of her and Danny's house. "I can't stay on the phone with you all day." They'd been on the phone for three hours and Sam needed to run a few errands and get ready to have her parents over for dinner that night.

"I'm sorry," Tucker said sadly and Sam felt guilty.

"Why don't you call her," Sam told him.

"Because I don't want her to know how much I need her," Tucker said. He'd spent most of the previous evening on the phone with Jazz and she told him that his problem was that he was lonely and hadn't allowed himself to adjust to his new environment. She told him that he needed to get involved with people, make friends and then he'd feel better.

"I think you two are worse than Danny and I used to be," Sam laughed.

"Maybe," Tucker answered. "I just love her Sam, I feel like I'm dying inside without her. I could make all the friends in the world, but without her, I'm miserable."

"Wow," Sam said. "Well then do something about it Tucker." She smiled as Danny walked in the door. He looked at her standing there with her keys in hand. He gave her a strange look and she mouthed, "Tucker"

"Oh," Danny said then hugged his wife.

"Can you hold on a sec Tuck?" she asked. "Danny's home." She put the phone down and threw her arms around her husband then kissed him sweetly.

"What's going on?" he asked as he pointed to the phone.

"Tucker," Sam answered.

"Oh!" Danny said then frowned.

"Would you talk to him?" Sam asked. "I need to go, but he's just so upset. We've been on the phone for three hours."

"Wow," Danny replied. "Yeah I'll talk with him."

"Thank you," Sam sighed then kissed Danny quickly. He nodded his head then waved as Sam picked up her keys and left.

"Hey Tuck," Danny said.

"Hey," Tuck answered despondently. "Where's Sam?"

"She had to go," Danny replied. "So you're stuck talking to me. What's going on?"

"Nothing," Tucker told his friend. "I'm just home sick."

"Jazz sick," Danny chuckled. Tucker sighed but didn't deny it.

"Tuck," Danny said softly. "You love her. You miss her. Why don't you do something about it?"

"Because she'll kill me," Tucker said. "You know how Jazz is. She has all these rules and expectations."

"She misses you just as much as you miss her," Danny told his friend. "Maybe more. I don't know. What I do know is that she has taken on an extremely heavy course load so she could finish school early."

"Really?" Tucker asked. She hadn't said anything to him.

"She wouldn't tell you," Danny answered. "You know how Jazz is, she does what she's going to do and doesn't complain, but she's running herself ragged. I think she's keeping herself busy because she misses you so badly.

Tucker sighed heavily as he rested his head in his hands. "Is she going to be home for Thanksgiving?" he asked.

"I think so," Danny answered. "Why?"

"Because I'm just going to be forced to do something crazy," Tucker answered.

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