A/N: HEY!! I know it's been like a week or so. Sorry...My birthday was on Friday, so you know how those things go. I celebrated until Sunday. :D

Anyway, I know I said the whole Jude/Tommy thing would be a two-parter, but the more I kept writing the farther I got from actually having the 'conversation,' so I decided that I would just make it a three-parter...Sorry.

However, in some good news, I have figured out what I'm going to do with Tommy leaving and stuff, so that's good. I don't know if there is anything else to be said. I hope I can finish the 'conversation' by Friday. If I get started tonight, then maybe.

This chapter took me awhile to write since I didn't know how I was going to do this, but after editing and thinking, I got something out of it, which is this chapter.

Thank you guys for all the reviews!!! It is much appreciated!!! I still can't believe so many of you have read this. :D

Sadie entered Portia's work area, or as they all knew it, The Closet, ferociously. "She's not answering, Portia!"

Quincy's ex-wife looked at Sadie, unfazed. "Don't worry, Sadie. She's a big girl, remember?" Portia said, laying the fake sincerity on thick.

Sadie swallowed hard. "I'm sorry about that. I'm just cranky. Losing sleep, you know."

Portia turned her attention to Jude's apparel list for her Vinyl Palace performance. "Story of my life."

"I'm worried about her," Sadie confessed.

"Don't be. If I know Tommy, he's taken her somewhere 'special,' worked on some music, and got Jude to swoon over him again. They'll come back happy and Jude will love her producer all over again. It will be as if nothing happened."

Sadie was not happy with the bomb Portia had laid on her lap. "I hate him. Who does he think he is? Jude won't believe him!"

Portia turned to look at Sadie in the face. "That's what I said."

Tommy looked around for Jude. He pulled Jude's purse closer to him and opened it. He fished around for Jude's cell until he found it. It was still vibrating. He opened it and saw 37 voicemails and 37 missed calls. He laughed when he saw who they were all from. Sadie. Tommy pressed 'send' on Jude's voicemail and listened to Message 37 left by Sadie. He shook his head when he was done. "Sadie, Sadie, Sadie."

Tommy decided to mend fences that weren't entirely broken yet. He looked through Jude's phone to her text messages and created a new one. 'Sades, T & I R fine. Tlkd & R gd nw. Hpy 2 hv hm bk. Msd hm lts! B HOME sn! Lv, JUDE.' He pressed send, waited for it to send properly, and then erased it so Jude would never know. He placed the phone back where he found it. Tommy scooted out of the booth and went on a hunt for Jude. "Jude, I'm coming," he said in a sing-song voice.

Sadie's phone beeped and she jumped almost out of her chair.

She had received a new text message from none other than her sister. Sadie opened the text message and read it, part of her wanting to know where she was and if Tommy was with her and the other part of her wanting to scream and cuss at Jude for falling for Tommy's shit all over again, if that's what had happened. Her eye's skimmed the message. Sadie was very close to chucking her phone across the room until she saw who was on the other side. Kwest. Seeing Kwest, Sadie calmed down a few notches, but she was still very irritable. She couldn't believe her sister, so she texted her back. 'HW CULD U B SO STUPID:'

When Jude walked away from Tommy, she didn't know where to go. At first, she thought she would just leave, but realized she'd left her purse and phone at the booth and it would ruin her plans if she went back to get them, so she stayed. Her next plan was to hide in the girl's bathroom, but it was being cleaned, so that made that plan a 'no'. Finally, she decided that the play area on the other side of Chuck E. Cheese's looked like it could hide her for days. It was new, as it had more slides and hideouts than the old ones Jude had played in as a kid. She took the first open chute and climbed her way up it. Once she got to the top, she was able to see the entire floor plan of Chuck E.'s. She even saw Tommy. She saw him grab her purse and take out her phone. She saw him open it and listen to something, shaking his head. Jude thought he was going to leave her phone alone after listening to whatever he was listening to, but she saw he had other things on his mind. Jude watched Tommy intently as he pushed buttons on her phone and then closed it. "What the hell is he doing?" Jude whispered to herself. She saw him put her phone away and get up, starting to search for her. Jude's next thoughts were frantic. "Where do I go now?"
"Kwest, where's my producer?" Karma tossed herself leisurely into one of Studio A's leather chairs and spun slowly.

Kwest scoffed as he tried to mix one of Patsy's songs. "Your producer?"

"Yeah, your former best friend," Karma spit out during one of her slow turns.

Kwest was not happy. He scooted away from the soundboard in an attempt to free himself from making any drastic moves on Patsy's recording from the heavy feelings that were being thrown at him as Karma spoke. "Look, whatever you think happened between T and me, squash those ideas. They are none of your business."

Karma ever so dramatically brought her chair to a stop and looked Kwest in the eye before she opened her mouth. "If you haven't noticed, this is G-Major. Anything between you two will come out eventually. It's only a matter of time. Secrets won't stay secrets for long."

Kwest leaned forward and matched Karma's body posture. "Is that a threat, Karma?"

Karma smiled seductively. She bit her bottom lip, her eyes perusing over Kwest as he sat in front of her. "Nope. It's a fact." Karma bounced out of her chair and sashayed to the studio exit, closing the door as she left.

"That's what I was afraid of," Kwest replied softly.

Tommy walked around Chuck E.'s for a bit before truly trying to find Jude. The first place he checked was the girl's bathroom, but seeing as it was still being cleaned and Jude was not a fan of bleach, he figured that was a 'no'. Next, he checked behind the counters of the register. No one was around to tell him he wasn't allowed back there as he wasn't an employee so he did it anyway. When Tommy couldn't find Jude anywhere on the floor, he became very frustrated. Neither of them had time for this. "And she said she wasn't in the mood for games," Tommy muttered to himself. He walked aimlessly before he heard a sudden movement in one of the tunnels above his head. He turned quickly and came face to face with Jude. 'Get down here!' Tommy mouthed.

'No way, Jose!' Jude rebutted.

Tommy spoke to Jude for the first time in the past thirty minutes. "My name isn't Jose, Jude. It's Tommy."

Jude had to raise her voice in order for Tommy to hear her through the plastic that separated them. "Funny, Q. I'm not going down there."

"So if I want you, I have to come get you?" Tommy questioned.

Jude brought her face closer to the plastic, but far enough that her face didn't actually touch it. She didn't need any more germs on her body than she already had. "You always want what you can't have, Quincy."

Tommy smiled widely. "True, but I always get what I want."

"Hey Karma Chameleon," Spiederman shouted across the lobby of G-Major. Karma turned to face SME from her place in the kitchen. She stared and then smiled at them. Finally, she walked over to the boys and sat down next to Wally.

"You guys making a Club comeback?" Karma started, then raised her hand as if a teacher was going to call on her, "Can I guess who Boy George is? Spiederman looks like he could handle it." Karma got off the sofa and walked away towards her studio, never looking back. If she did, she would have been very pleased. Wally and Kyle stared at Spied with their mouths opened wide.

"She-" Wally started. He stopped since he had no idea how to process what just happened.

A couple seconds of silence passed before anyone spoke again.

"For the record, I am NOT John Moss," Kyle finished.

"Me neither," Wally shuddered at the thought.

"For the record, SHUT UP!" Spiederman jumped off the couch and stormed off to the restroom to cool himself down.

Tommy turned to the nearest tunnel opening and climbed right in, making it look effortless. Inside the tunnel was another story. Every movement that Tommy made had the tunnel creaking and moaning, and not in a good way either. Tommy's body started to ache as he made his way through the various tunnels. "This is killer on the knees," Tommy said to himself.

"Jude, where-"

"Polo!"

Tommy shook his head. "You've got to be kidding me."
"Do I loo-wait, you can't see me," Jude said in realization.

Tommy chuckled. "Can't get anything past you, can I, Harrison?"

"Shut up, Quincy."

Various moments of silence passed between Jude and Quincy. The only thing being heard was the squeaking of the plastic underneath the weight of Jude and Tommy's bodies.

"Hey, why did you bring me here?" Jude asked, almost afraid of the answer.

After a few seconds of silence, Tommy answered. "It's quiet."

"So no one can hear my screams?" Jude questioned, smiling.

Tommy grinned widely. "Jude, I'm too much of a gentleman to bring you here for your first time."

Jude almost choked at Tommy's answer, but her caffeine kick from earlier was making her comebacks quick-witted. "Who said it would have been my first time?"

­­­­­­Spiederman slammed the bathroom door shut. "Mason is Boy George," Spiederman spit out, staring at his reflection in the mirror in front of him. A flush resounded throughout the bathroom and Spied was a bit scared at who was behind the stall.

"I'm Boy George?"

Spied turned five shades of red as he realized who had heard him. "Just my luck," Spied muttered.

"No one is a better Boy George than Quincy."

Spied's eyes widen as he watched Mason wash his hands.

"I second that. Coif is always perfect. I think if he added some eyeliner, he could give Boy a run for his money."

Mason laughed. "So who got your panties in a knot, Vince?"

'Add insult to injury. Thanks Mas.' Spied thought to himself.

"Miss Karma Chameleon."

Mason nodded his head. "Ahhh…that'd explain the Club references."

Spied backed up and leaned against the cool tile wall of the bathroom with his arms across his chest. "Yeah, Karma thought I'd make a great Boy if we were planning on making a Club comeback."

Mason pulled out a couple paper towels and began drying his hands. "I agree."

"What?!" Spiederman bounced off the restroom wall as if a spider had been climbing next to his head.

Mason rolled his eyes. "No, not Boy George, but Boy George."

Spiederman's face contorted to match his confusion. "Do you actually understand yourself when you talk cause I sure as hell don't." Spied walked up to a sink and placed his hands on the countertop, leaning against them.

Mason sighed. "I meant his stage presence. You could pull off Boy George without the flamboyant tendencies." He leaned his back against the countertop so that his face was the only thing that faced Spied.

Spied tilted his head. "You think so?" he asked.

Mason turned around and looked into the mirror as Spied looked at his own reflection. "Yeah, a nice ribbon in the hair, some sparkly earrings, and vibrant eye shadow. I think we'd have ourselves the Canadian Boy George."

Tommy's face started to heat as Jude rebutted his sexual innuendo with her own comeback.

"And now I know what keeps the girls coming back for more."

Tommy heard Jude's voice resound from behind him. He tried to turn his head to face her, but the space between the plastic walls was only large enough to fit his body facing in one straight direction. So Tommy did the next best thing. He used his Boyz Attack education to his benefit and shook his ass.

Jude cackled.

"I'm used to making girls swoon, not cackle," Tommy said, effortlessly.

Jude's mouth shut tight and she narrowed her eyes. She was so close to kicking Tommy-What was going to stop her? Jude slid a little closer to Tommy without saying anything.

"Jude?" Tommy asked, worried.

Oomph. Tommy's arms and knees fell straight out and his body slid a few inches farther down the tunnel.

Neither of them said anything to each other.

Jude sat with her legs straight out in front of her and leaned back on her hands. Tommy found another tunnel to the right of him that allowed him to turn his body to face Jude. He turned his body around and stared at Jude from the opposite side of the long tunnel that they both housed.

"You are going to live to regret that, Harrison."

"Oooo, really?" Jude said mocking Tommy.

"Yes." Tommy didn't take any more time before jumping into lion-mode, where he ran, or rather kneeled, after his prey, which was Jude. Jude saw the look in Tommy's eyes and got scared. She started to fumble backwards, trying to get out the tunnel that she was currently in. Who knew a kick in the ass would upset him that much? Jude thought. Fumbling caused Jude to take longer than it should have to get out of the tunnel and she was too late for Quincy. He reached out in front of him and pulled on Jude's converse. Hard. Jude tried to use her free leg as a buffer in an effort to get away from Tommy's grasp, but even she knew it was futile. Her body slid towards Tommy's eventually finding itself being suffocated by the weight of him. Jude tried her damndest not to look Tommy directly in the eye, but there wasn't much else to look at but more of Tommy. Tommy pulled Jude's face closer than it already was, in what many in the field of theatre would call 'Hit or Kiss' range.

"Jude…" Tommy growled.

A/N: I don't know how music you guys know about, so in reference to the Culture Club, Karma Chameleon, Boy George, and John Moss stuff: Culture Club: 80's band who had a popular song called Karma Chameleon. Members included Boy George lead singer and John Moss drummer. George and Moss had an infamous romantic relationship, which is why Kyle and Wally were so against being Moss, if Spied was Boy George.

Figured I'd give you some background, just in case. FYI: 'Karma' is loads of fun to sing loudly in your car. :D