Over You

By:Blondenhot and Angel422

Jude POV

I watched as Tommy left the studio after our disagreement, and I had to rub my temples to keep the headache that threatened me at bay. I was so obsessed with getting him to feel what I was feeling, my pain to become his pain. But instead I got a confession that hurt me worse than it did him. He had married Portia to try and forget about me. Hmmm... I should feel flattered by that right? Or at least maybe a little less hurt by the whole situation, but I wasn't. How could I deal with the tension between us now that I realized fully that he really did love me that much--really did feel this inexplicable need to hide from those feelings? Why couldn't he just be honest with himself? My words to him kept ringing eerily throughout my head. "I hate you right now, Tom Quincy." Ugh! How I both stood behind and regretted those words simultaneously. I rammed my foot into the side of the soundboard just as my cell phone rang, and I closed my eyes briefly to collect my patience as I reached for the device only to cringe when I noticed the name on display. I flipped it open.

"Are you determined just to keep arguing until we're both past the literal point of exhaustion?" I asked him mildly as Tommy sighed from the other end. I could hear him closing his car door, and I realized he must have just arrived at his home.

"So glad you look forward to my calls, Harrison." Tommy stated sardonically as I shrugged into the empty room. What? Did he want me to squall and start pleading with him to forgive me for earlier comments? Yeah right (statement followed by bitter laugh). Tom sighed again.

"I didn't call to argue, Jude. I called to tell you that you were right"
Tommy commented as I felt my jaw practically fall to the studio floor with a thud. Had I just heard him right? I coughed.

"You know I should feel giddy right now over the fact that you just admitted you were wrong about something, but I'm having a difficult enough time trying to figure out which one of our arguments you think I'm right about." I stated evenly as my fingers gripped the phone almost desperately. God, I just needed to hang up now. Tom laughed at my incredulity before letting his tone slip into solemn mode once again.

"About using Portia as a way to hide behind my feelings. Maybe I have done that, Jude. Maybe I thought it was better for us both. You're still young. What happens if you and I got together and then you found another guy just as charming and you fell in love? I've had that chance in my life,had those young, carefree days to find love and then discard it." Tommy muttered as I just sat there listening to the way his voice lowered. It made me shiver.

"You're not that old, Tommy. And I'm not that carefree teenager that lets my eyes over rule my heart. What if I'm not in love with your looks or with your charm? What if it's more than that? Have you ever thought about that? Ever considered the possibility? Oh, here's a thought. Why didn't you just ask?" I remarked caustically as Tommy coughed. I knew I had gotten to him,knew that my honesty was humbling at best. I heard him bang his hand onto the steering wheel hard enough that I could hear him. Whether that was intentional or not, I'm not sure.

"What are you saying, Jude?" Tom asked as I shook my head at the phone.

"What do you think I'm saying, Tommy?" I asked in return as he grew quiet instantly. I stroked the back of my phone as if it were the skin of Tommy's cheek. How I hated cold technology sometimes.

"Funny how it's easier for us to be so much more honest with each other now that you're married." I replied suddenly as Tommy shifted uneasily from the other end.

"Yeah." He finally answered. .

"Jude...damn, it's funny how being married makes me want you more." He said suddenly before his line went dead, and I knew he had hung up just so I wouldn't respond to the remark. My whole body went numb. What? Oh God, these feelings were going to kill us both.

Tom's POV:

I stood there, inside the viper, cradling my phone in my left hand for what seemed like an eternity. I couldn't believe I had just told her that...what was I doing? This is crazy! To think that only 12 days ago, I had gotten married.

What is this, some cruel mind game? Is this the way it's gonna be from now on? All because I got married to a woman I didn't love while working with the woman I do? Do I seriously have to live with this shit for the rest of my life? Maybe Jude was right...I shouldn't be around anymore. God, Tommy...what a thought...

I groaned loudly, dissapointed in myself for even thinking that. I had a daughter and a wife to think about now. I had a new life--a whole new chance to start over again, learn from my many mistakes. I spun around angrily and thrust the door open before plopping down into the seat and slamming my palm onto the steering wheel for the second time in less than an hour.

I pulled out of the G Major parking lot in a hurry, trying to escape my downfall, the death of me, my devil, and my angel. Jude.

I watched as the yellow and white stripes passed behind me in a hurry, as I took the scenic and empty route home. I was the only car on this road out in the middle of what seemed like nowhere. I sped down the right lane, trying to leave my anger far behind me.

Then suddenly, I felt something pop underneath me on my side, the driver side. The unmistakable sound of metal on concrete burned through my ears as I lost control of the steering wheel. It jerked itself out of my grip as I tried my hardest to pull it back under control once again. When it didn't work and stayed in the same locked postion, I gave up and fastened my seat belt--watching in horror as my viper veered off the road and into an empty field heading straight, as if by fate, towards a lone oak tree.

I attempted once more to turn the steering wheel but it didn't work in my favor. For the first time in a long time, I prayed to God. But not for the reason that you think-- not for my safety, not by a long shot.

No, I prayed that I got to see Jude and Amber one more time and that if I leave they will be able to move on eventually. And that they both will always know that I loved them with everything I have.

You know what they say--be careful what you wish for.

Then everything went black.

Jude's POV:

By the time I made it home, at the end of the day, my cheeks were a dark red color, stained from my tears and swollen from the incessant crying. My eyes were severely bloodshot from spilling over with tears. And I was mentally bruised from the arguments I kept having with myself over telling him that I hatred him. I went straight to my room and closed the door ignoring Sadie's questions about what had happened. She got home around the same time I did. I locked myself in my room with my guitar and started strumming intently. I came up with a couple of words before it all came to me.
" It hurts to see you

strolling down the hallway for a morning coffee.

It hurts to look at you

And try to hide my tears.

It's hard to break through

the spell you put on me.

Baby let go of the string you're pulling on

Cause I need to be free...

You're chokin me and I can't breathe.
The thought of you

Tears me to pieces.
And I can't wait a long, long time

I gotta move on with my life.
And get, get over you.

It's like a game of pinball

you can't seem to make up your mind.
You're back and forth from me to her

Can't you decide?

You are killing me

with every confession you make.
And I fall each time, harder and harder, baby

Stop this please before I break.

You're chokin me and I can't breathe.
The thought of you

Tears me to pieces.
And I can't wait a long, long time

I gotta move on with my life.
And get, get over you.

So here's my heart,
shattered in two.
I can't help

but still love you.

You're chokin me and I can't breathe.
The thought of you

Tears me to pieces.
And I can't wait a long, long time

I gotta move on with my life.
And get, get over you.

Oooh... gotta get over you"

I finished writing the words down as I sat my guitar beside me. Than I crawled into bed, and cried some more.

About an half hour later, my cell phone rang. The screen lit up and said," Portia Quincy." I nearly stopped breathing. I slowly pushed the talk button.

"Hello?" I said hesitantly. Why would she be calling me?

"Jude?" Portia asked, her voice jumping out at me from the other end of the phone. It was shaking as if she had been heavily crying.

"Yes?" I said already annoyed, and ready for this call to be over. I was standing on my tip toes. ( in a figure of speech kinda way seeing as how I was in bed.)

"Jude...It's about Tommy." she said in a doomed voice as I went numb from head to toe. Have you ever had this 'heart falls through the bottom of the floor' feeling before where the thought of walking makes your muscles cringe only because each time you take a step forward you feel as if the heart once in your chest is now stuck to the bottom of your shoe. Well, I was suddenly having one of those moments. My bed felt too hot all of a sudden as I shoved the blankets draped over me off onto the floor unceremoniously.

"What about Tommy?" I asked Portia slowly as she sighed from the other end--her voice quavering only slightly as I heard what sounded like a name being called over an intercom in the background. Was she at a hospital? Oh God!

"He's been in an accident, Jude." Portia explained as my chest tightened--being crushed under a force that simulated one of those old, ancient torture devices they used on heretics and accused witches. I was already up and throwng on clothes as I gripped the phone tighter.

"How bad is it, Portia?" I asked her firmly--skipping over the obvious question of how it had happened and when. Right now I just needed to know that he was okay. She sighed again.

"We just don't know." Portia answered honestly. "He was wearing a seat belt and his air bag deployed so he doesn't seem to be seriously injured, but he keeps fading in and out of consciousness and that worries the doctors." Portia finished as I sat down heavily on the edge of my bed--staring at the floor as if the carpet there was some form of metaphysical comfort. Yeah right. A thought suddenly entered my head, and I took a deep breath.

"Why are you calling me, Portia?" I asked her slowly as I heard her grumble something incomprehensible before clearing her throat as if in some sort of discomfort.

"Because everytime he wakes up, he keeps asking for you." Portia replied as my heart skipped a beat. He was asking for me? Did he even realize that he was doing that? Portia cleared her throat again.

"The doctors seem to think that if the patient hears those he loves surrounding him that it will help with his recovery. He keeps asking for you in a panicked voice as if he's afraid he won't be able to say goodbye. It was finally suggested to me by his nurse that I should probably call. I'm not exactly happy about the whole thing, Jude." She remarked simply as I flinched. He needed me. At this point, I could care less what Portia Quincy thought--could care less if it made her happy.

"I'll be there in an instant." I muttered as I disconnected the phone--not even bothering with the formailities of saying farewell. He needed me.

Tommy's POV

The world kept going black and then returning back to light as I tried to focus--tried to keep my thoughts trained enough towards the conscious moments allowed me. Damn, but my head hurt and my whole body felt like it was on fire.

"Jude?" I whispered into the darkness--wondering as I did if anyone could hear me--if this strange world of pain was noticable to anyone but me.

"Jude?" I asked again as I struggled toward the light. A voice broke through my barriers.

"She's coming, Tom. Why can't you be satisfied with me?" A hurt voice asked as I tried desperately to figure out who the person was and why they would ask such a question. Portia? Was that Portia? Where was I?

"Jude?" I asked a third time as the darkness was suddenly broken by a mild crashing noise. If I had been fully aware of what was going on, the sound would have startled me.

"God dammit, Tom, please quit asking for her." The voice said again as pain engulfed me. I was not going to let myself feel guilty for needing 'her.' A door opened somewhere in the distance.

"I'm here." Her voice said quietly and I sighed. It was Jude--that wonderful voice that could lead me back towards the light. Why, then, did my body feel heavier all of a sudden, as if I couldn't breathe.

"I'm right here." jude said again as I struggled to overcome the pain.

Ok guys...heres my new chapter...I'm kinda disappointed in ya'll! I didnt get alot of reviews for my last chapter bur thanks to everyone who did leave me one. For this chapter I want to make it to 65 reviews if u dont mind. Oh and tell me what you think about the song...good or bad? Luv!