A/N: Thanks for checking this out! I never realized how much fun this was until I started writing SDC. I did something bad today though, in my Journalism class I wrote the skeleton version of this chapter when I was suppose to be taking notes from lecture. :D It's addicting. Anyway, here is the new chapter. I hope you like and maybe I'll write some more tonight.

Okay, who I am kidding? I will write more tonight.

See ya!

Made me believe that we would be together
Why do you have to be so damn clever?

So Damn Clever was almost finished and Jude was anxious. She wanted SME to hurry with recording so Kwest could lay the tracks together. "Kwest, press the button!"

Kwest was a little aggravated. He knew this was important to her, but he didn't like being told how to do his job. "I'm on it, Jude!"

"Then get it!"

Someone didn't get enough caffeine today, he thought to himself.

Speid walked into the studio with a c.d. in hand. SME was finally done recording for So Damn Clever and Jude couldn't have waited any longer.

Speid shoved the c.d. at Kwest, looking a little frazzled. "Dude, here. You laying it down?"

Seeing as Speid was never one to pass up an opportunity to act like a child, Kwest came back at him. "Yeah, Dog. I'm laying it down."

Jude was growing more restless by the second and she didn't need the guys to push her any farther. "Guys, can we bypass the slang? I want to mix this today so I can show D."

"Whoa, Dude. Someone turned into the teacher's pet over night." Speid exclaimed.

"Funny, Vincent." Jude knew how to put Speid in his place.

"And that'd be my cue. See ya, dudes." And with that Speid back up and walked out of the studio door.

Jude needed something to do with herself, seeing as hassling Kwest wasn't getting her anywhere. "I'm gonna get some more coffee, want some?"

"No thanks. I need to 'lay it down.'" Kwest opened the c.d. player near the soundboard and placed the c.d. inside, watching it close on its own.

"And that's my cue." Jude left Kwest to do what he did best.

Jude was almost done filling her coffee cup when Tommy appeared in the kitchen. "Don't put that away. I'm gonna need that entire pot if I am gonna last another hour."

Jude decided he wasn't worth it and placed the coffee pot back in the machine after Tommy had opened his mouth.

"I-" Tommy started in disbelief that she had done just the opposite of what he asked, even though he knew he shouldn't be surprised.

Seeing Tommy's expression made Jude smile. "You were saying, Quincy?"

Jude and Tommy changed places in the kitchen as Jude needed to add sugar to her coffee since she had finished filling her cup up. "Nothing Jude."

Jude turned to face Tommy as she stirred her cup intently. Tommy pulled the pot out of the machine and started filling his cup. "That's what I thought."

Tommy almost slammed the coffee pot down, until he realized that's what she wanted. She wants to rile me up, but I'm not gonna give her that satisfaction, he thought.

Apparently Tommy's face hadn't caught up with his thoughts. Jude said, smiling, "That vein looks like it's gonna blow. What's the matter?"

Before he started anything with Jude, Tommy finished filling his cup and then placed the pot back with machine. "Look, I'm gonna say this before you throw something at me."

Jude laughed hard. She then smiled and said, "I'll give you that."

Tommy knew he had to get his words out fast once Jude gave him the open invitation. "I want things to work between us. I know you probably hate me. I get that." Jude scoffed.

"I do, Jude. But I'm not going to let you push me away. I'm gonna make this work, just watch."

Jude pretended to be watching Tommy. "I'm watching and you haven't done anything yet that has made me change my mind."

Tommy felt like he had made a dent in Jude's tough exterior, if even for a moment.

"Mark my words, Jude," Tommy said as he got in Jude's face, making her lean back in the counter where her cup was sitting, "You. And. Me. Are. Going. To. Work."

Tommy fell back into his usual stance and started to walk away, smiling his usual smug smile. Jude was pissed, she had given him an inch and he had taken a mile. But it's your fault, she thought, you let him. Jude turned around too quickly and knocked over her coffee, spilling it all over the counter and on her boots. "Damnit!"

Tommy had gotten to her. Again.