So, Jude's reaction might not be as heated as you expect, but I hate making Jude and Tommy fight, so it's hard for me to make her mad at him. I did the best I could, so I hope you like it. And the next chapter will err more on the Nic/Spiederman love fest that's about to begin because later in the story, they get a little crazy. Guess you'll have to keep reading to find out why... As always, much love to the reviewers. You keep me going and make this story super easy to write.

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"We've been set-up, girl," Tommy explained softly, from his seat on the deck of his own bedroom. "My sister and Vin have been planning this for months."

Jude was in shock. "H-how do you know this?"

"Cause Nic, though she's done a good job over the last few months, lost her touch once we got here," he told her. "I had to use her computer cause she's got a more updated version of Excel and she left up her e-mail and I thought it was odd when I saw her inbox full of stuff from him. Naturally, I read a few and well, here we are."

"I don't know what to say," she mumbled, setting her journal aside. "Well, other than I plan on killing my guitarist."

Tommy laughed. "Not if I do first."

Jude stood up and began pacing. "This isn't right. This isn't how I was supposed to see you again. I was supposed to be happy; married, and happy. You were supposed to be depressed, old, and fat."

"Oh, thanks," he said dryly.

"Well, what did you expect?" she cried. "I mean, we had a date, an actual date, and you just left, Tommy! No goodbye, no phone call, not even a lousy e-mail! What did you expect me to do? Fall into your arms and tell you I still love you? Cause if that's the case, all that hair gel is seeping into your brain."

"Jude, I'm sorry," he apologized. "I know that's not even close to enough to make up for what I did, but isn't it a start?"

"No!" she screamed. "A start would've been for you to not have left at all! And don't pretend like you feel so horrible for it now! Not after you were married!"

Spiederman heard Jude screaming and looked up at the house. "Uh-oh."

"Is that… Tommy?" Sadie asked, shading her face with her hand. She turned to Nic. "I knew it! I knew you were Nic Quincy!"

Nic smiled sheepishly. "Yeah, I figured you for one to read tabloids."

"Will someone please tell me what's going on?" Sadie demanded.

"Well, you see, Nic and Spied have been planning this vacation together for months," Kwest reported. Sadie gave him an odd look. "I've known Nic since she was 10 years old and still listening to Britney Spears."

"Still?" Nic repeated. "What makes you think I don't now?"

"Anyways," Kwest went on, "when she came to G-Major last week, I knew something was up, so we called her into Georgia's office and she spilled. I guess he told Wally and Kyle today and now, everyone knows."

Sadie was staring at Nic with fire in her eyes. "Why didn't he call her?"

"He did," Spiederman interrupted. "He called her Saturday night."

"He did?" Nic asked. "When?"

He shrugged. "I don't know. He called, and once she realized it was him, she hung up."

"Look, when Tommy left three years ago, I never planned on him staying with me forever," Nic said. "After he helped me through what I needed to get through, I honestly thought he'd go back to Toronto. But, by then, he'd met Megan and he didn't."

"Then it's your fault he left?" Sadie accused. "Huh. Everyone thinks you're the good socialite, staying away from the likes of Paris Hilton and Nicole Richie, but even you make mistakes."

Nic looked out at the water. "I actually like Nicole; Paris is the one I have a problem with."

"Shut up!" Sadie yelled at her. "My baby sister has been crying herself to sleep for three years because of you and all you can talk about are your stupid friends? You are just like Tommy- selfish and completely arrogant."

"You don't even know me," Nic pointed out. "So, before you start judging me, Receptionist Barbie, why don't you find the facts before pretending like you do?"

Jude was still pacing on her deck. "I hate you. I hate you so bad right now that lunch with Eden looks inviting."

"Jude, come on," he said in exasperation. "I'm trying here."

"No!" she screamed. "Trying would've been coming back after a few months, not coincidentally showing up in the same place three years later! I'm 20-years-old now, Tommy. I'm not the same school girl who loved you once upon a time."

Tommy closed his eyes. "I know that, girl. I've read magazines, I've bought your last two albums. They're good, too."

"I can't do this right now," she finally decided, pulling back her sliding door. "When the Brady Bunch returns from the beach, tell Spied I need to see him." And with that, she walked inside and slammed the door behind her.

"Way to go, Romeo," Nic teased, standing down below Tommy's deck.

"Nicole, do you remember that conversation we had just before I left to tour with Boyz Attack for the first time?" he asked her, not looking down.

She shrugged. "Yeah, there was something about me no longer having the right to meddle in your life."

"And by dragging me here, all while secretly getting Jude here too, what do you call that?" he wondered knowingly.

"Helping," she smirked. "Come on, Tommy, you'll thank me for this later."

"Doubt it," he mumbled. "If Jude didn't hate me before this, she'll definitely hate me now. Actually, I know she does."

"How?" Nic questioned. "You haven't seen, nor heard, from her in years."

"Oh, cause she only said it ten times in the ten minutes we spoke," he answered, his voice dripping in sarcasm.

Nic sighed. "Okay, so this plan probably wasn't laid out perfectly, but I'm trying here, Tommy. I just want you to be happy again, you know? You put up a lovely front during your marriage to Megan, but you weren't really happy. You were just looking for it in all the wrong places."

"I know," he said softly. "And even though I'm mad at you right now, I know you had good intentions. You're just gonna have to let me do things my way now that we're all here and in the know."

"Okay," she agreed. "I'll let you play by your rules just so long as they work. But the minute your methods begin to fail, which I'm sure they will, I get to take over in Operation: Jommy."

He rolled his eyes at the name. "Sure, Nic."

Spiederman nervously opened the door to Jude's room when he got back from the beach and prayed he'd live to see the sunrise.

"Hi," Jude greeted him brightly. "How was the beach?"

"Uhh, fine?" he replied, sitting down on the suede couch. "How'd the writing go?"

"It started out good," she admitted. "Then, I was watching you guys and I made a comment to myself and to my surprise, it was answered. Knowing the voice sounded familiar, I looked over and guess who it was?"

He bit his lip. "Kurt Cobain?"

"I wish," she grumbled, losing the pleasantness. "No, unfortunately, it was the one guy you know I don't want to see ever again. What's more is that, you helped set up the little reunion behind my back. Tell me, what kind of best friend does that?"

"Not a good one," he murmured. "I'm sorry, dude, but when she mysteriously e-mailed me in January, saying she was tired of him moping around her, and wanted to get you two together, I had to volunteer to help."

"No," she shook her head, "you didn't. Remember that song I wrote, 'Over-Rated?' Well, just cause someone tells you it's cool, doesn't mean you have to do it."

"I know the song, Jude," he said dryly. "I perform it all the time. And I also did it because you're unhappy and I hate to see you unhappy. You're my best friend and it makes me sad to see you so low. As much as I hate to admit this, when you were with Squinty, you tended to err on the happy side. Usually."

Jude laughed at this. "Yeah, things weren't always so spectacular between him and me. But that's beside the point. Spied, it's been three years. Three years! I've put out two albums, toured the globe, and won a Grammy! And I've done it all without him, so why come back now?"

"He had nothing to do with this," he interrupted her. "Knowing him, he probably tried to tell you that and you ignored him, but he didn't. Anyways, this little operation has been strictly Nic and I for the last five months and she just got him to come as I did you."

"I get that you don't like seeing me unhappy, which I'll admit that I tend to be, but why him?" she wondered. "Why not find me a guy who's completely not Tommy?"

"Like I said," he shrugged. "When you and Tommy weren't fighting and you were close and getting along, I've never seen you happier. Not even when you dated me, which should've been the greatest day of your life, so begrudgingly, I went with Nic's plan."

"On a side note, before I continue my rant," she cut him off, "is there something going on between the two of you? I saw her working it in her short shorts and tank top down on the beach."

"No," he sighed. "Strictly platonic."

"Right," she smirked. "So, anyways, I don't think I'll be staying here the full month now, thank you, and you're free to go."

He shook his head. "I'm not going because you're not leaving, dude. I know I tend to let you do what you want because you're your own person and I can't stop you, but this time, I'm putting my foot down. Yes, you're mad that you're here and that he's here, but if you don't settle things now, once and for all, you'll eventually regret it one day and I'd hate to see that happen."

"What makes you think I'd ever want to reconcile with him?" she asked. "He just left me, Spied! He left," she whispered as her voice cracked and she began breaking down. "He left me and I lost it. How pathetic is that?"

"Hey," he said soothingly, pulling her into his arms. "Jude, what are you talking about? You're not pathetic."

"Yes, I am," she replied. "A guy I'd only known for two years leaves me one night and my entire life just blows up in my face? That's textbook definition of pathetic, Spied."

"Well, you loved him," he rationalized. "That's why you took it so hard, dude. I mean, you were completely in love with him and everyone knew it."

Jude was momentarily silent. "Yeah, that's true. I totally loved him and he totally ripped my heart out."

"Just stay," he begged her. "If not for a reconciliation, stay for me. We need this vacation, Jude, cause you know if you go back, Georgia will put you to work."

"Fine, I'll stay," she consented. "But I might not like it."

He stood up and walked to the door. "Yes, you will. I'll make you like it if I have to."

When Spiederman left, Jude walked back out onto her deck and sat down, picking up the journal she'd left out there.

"Still mad?" Tommy asked quietly from next-door. "Or can we talk?"

"Still mad, not talking," she answered. "I just want to work on some music on my own."

He leaned against the railing. "We work pretty well together, Jude."

"We used to," she corrected him. "Three years later, I'm doing fine on my own."

"Come on," he pleaded. "I know that I have so much to make up to you, but don't freeze me out, girl. I mean, my life hasn't been real peachy for the last three years either."

Jude glanced up at him. "I know. I know all about Megan."

"Trust me," he said, "you don't."

"You guys had the picturesque wedding and the Fiji honeymoon," she recited. "And for a year and a half, she had more of you than I ever could've hoped for. Why you two divorced, I do not know, but it's none of my business."

"You," he told her. "We got divorced because of you."

Her jaw dropped slightly. "What are you talking about?"

"I talked about you all the time," he reported. "About how I missed working with you and how great your new music was, and how it killed me that I had nothing to do with it. Then, one night in bed, I did the unthinkable and called her 'Jude,' which she didn't take so well."

"You did that?" she whispered. "That's heinous."

"Yeah, she thought so, too," he chuckled lightly. "Two days later, I was served with divorce papers and two weeks after that, it was finalized."

Jude didn't know how to respond. Instead, she put her journal under her arm, turned around, and walked inside for the night, leaving Tommy to wish he'd never told her that.

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