Good news and bad news. The good news is that this is a good Jommy chapter. The bad news is that Nic and Spied don't exactly fare so nicely. I'm sorry in advance, but I like to think I know what I'm doing. And, I give my own explanation of Angie and Hunter to fit the story and there will be another tie-in later, I think. Anyways, love to the reviews because you know you guys are amazing.

Disclaimer: Don't own, don't sue. Ha, like you've never heard that before.

"So you're telling me that Chris has brought Megan and Karma here?" Tommy asked Nic that night as everyone sat around the pool. "Why would he do that?"

Nic sighed. "To get to me."

"But if he's after you, why bring our ex-wives?" Spiederman wondered. "And why not Portia?"

"Because Tommy's on good terms with Portia," Nic explained. "Chris can't physically harm me, so he'll go after me the best way he can, and that's to manipulate everything around me, including the two people he thinks I care about most: you and my brother."

"So, now what?" Jude wondered. "I mean, Karma, as we from Toronto know, is ruthless, so she'll stop at nothing to get her man back."

"I don't know," Nic admitted softly. "I guess I'm gonna have to meet with the little bastard and see what he wants me to do to leave you all alone."

"I don't think that's such a good idea," Tommy warned. "What if he tries to attack you?"

"He's not a mass murderer," she said dryly. "He's just my ex-husband who misses my money."

Kwest, who'd been vaguely listening, turned to her. "Did he get nothing in the divorce?"

"Two million because we had a pre-nup," she reported. "Plus, our marriage only lasted two months before I filed."

"Well, that explains his motive," Kwest went on. "I mean, I only met the guy once, but he seemed to be pretty high-maintenance to me."

"Doesn't even begin to describe him," Nic mumbled. "If our sheets weren't at least 900 thread count, they weren't worthy of him. He didn't drink water unless it was this French label he couldn't read because he just assumed it was better; it wasn't. The clothes he wore had to be designer or they were immediately thrown out. God, why did I marry him?"

"Lack of intelligence in that department," Tommy answered. "You were young and thought he loved you, so you just did what any 19-year-old girl would do- you married him."

"Is that why Portia married you?" Wally teased. "She was dumb and believed you loved someone other than yourself?"

"He did love someone when he was married to Portia," Nic spoke up. "It just wasn't her."

Tommy looked at her. "Nic, not now."

"Why?" she questioned. "Someday, they're gonna know, and Kwest already does."

"Angie," Kwest nodded. "Yeah, I remember."

"Who's Angie?" Sadie wondered.

"Tommy's ex," Nic replied. "He was good friend with her older brother, Hunter, and that's how they met. Angie was the complete opposite of Portia, with long blonde hair and a personality so easy-going, it almost made you sick. Anyways, one night, after they'd been sneaking around together for a while, she wanted him to run away with her and leave Portia, and his possible solo career, behind. But, because he was young and stupid and fame-thirsty, he refused. He wanted to 'be a star,' he told her, and she was keeping him from that. So, she left him, took his car, sped away, and crashed into a tree. When the reports came back, the brakes had been slashed, but they'd been meant to kill Tommy, not Angie."

"Someone tried to kill you?" Jude breathed. "Who?"

"At first, we thought Darius and Portia because we found out that they knew what was going on," Tommy told them. "But after multiple confessions, we were convinced that though upset, they were innocent. It took months for the culprit to come out, but we eventually realized it had been Hunter."

"So Hunter killed his sister?" Kyle said, piecing it all together. "That's nuts."

Nic shook her head. "No, he'd meant to kill Tommy. See, Hunter knew Tommy would never give up fame for Angie and since Darius pretty much owned Tommy, he wasn't leaving with her. Since Angie was his only family, Hunter was going to make sure that if Tommy wasn't going to be with his sister, he wasn't going to be with anyone."

"Dang," Spiederman whistled. "We don't always get along, Squinty, but I'd never attempt to kill you."

"Thanks," Tommy smirked. "That means so much, Vin."

Later that night, Jude took a walk down to the beach and sat down with her journal. While she'd been in Hilton Head, she hadn't gotten much written and she was getting frustrated.

"Can I join you?" Tommy asked, standing over her.

"Sure," she shrugged. "I'm not doing anything, anyways."

He nodded at her journal. "It looks like you're working,"

"Attempting to," she muttered. "I'll start a verse and come up with a bridge and then get stuck on the chorus."

"Do you mind if I take a look?" he offered.

She handed him the notebook. "Good luck."

After a few minutes of looking over the song and playing it in his head, he took her pencil and started re-working a few things.

"Here," he finally said, handing it back to her. "How's that?"

Jude read over her new lyrics and started smiling. "It's good, it's really good."

"Another Harrison-Quincy hit," he joked.

"Yeah, there have been a few of those in the past, haven't there?" she grinned. "We used to make a good team, huh?"

He agreed. "I'm coming back to Toronto, you know? We can still be that good team."

"What makes you think Georgia will just give you your job back?" she asked him.

"Uhh, I'm the best," he reminded her smugly. "Why wouldn't she want me back?"

"Eww," she gagged, nudging him with her shoulder. "It's nice to know you're still the same Tommy."

"Wait until Megan comes around," he murmured. "The Tommy you know will run into hiding."

"Why?" she questioned. "I mean, why be someone you're not?"

He looked out at the water. "You don't know Megan Lords, that's why. I mean, when I met her, I was who I am, but it changed when we got married. And that's what happens in marriage, you have to conform to make it work, but I conformed about 85 percent while she only went 15 by listening to music I liked and she didn't."

"Sounds like a real winner," she laughed. "I can see why that one didn't last."

"Yeah, well, the conformity wasn't why I divorced her," he pointed out.

It was Jude's turn to look away. "Tommy, this is still hard for me to do this."

"Do what?" he replied.

"Sit here with you and talk like I'm still 17 and it's just another late night at G," she admitted. "That 17-year-old girl had to grow up a lot faster than she planned to."

"So did that 24-year-old guy," he put in. "Two marriages before 30 will do that for you."

Jude stood up and dusted herself off. "So, since you're like, old now, does that mean you don't have it in you to take a run down the beach?"

"I didn't say that," he said, standing up next to her. "Let's go!"

Jude took off and sped away from him, giving him a satisfying view of her backside.

"Isn't that Jude Harrison?" a teenage girl whispered to her friend. "What's she doing in Hilton Head?"

Her friend shrugged and continued watching. "And why is Tom Quincy chasing her?"

"Who cares?" the first girl said excitedly, taking pictures with her digital camera. "Jude Harrison and Tom Quincy are a tabloid gold mine, Sarah! Think of the money we can make off of this."

After running to the next lifeguard station and back, Jude and Tommy collapsed into a heap on the Quincy's strip of private beach.

"I've never run that much in my life," she huffed, trying to catch her breath. "I used to find crappy excuses in gym to get out of it."

"Yeah, athletics weren't exactly my thing either," he told her. "I mean, I only had to do them through grade seven, but it was still annoying."

Jude smiled. "You killed us at football."

"Yeah, but that's just from watching it for years," he answered. "Nic was always the athletic one in our family. She even started at McGill on a tennis scholarship."

"Nic went to McGill?" Jude asked. "That's an amazing school."

He nodded. "She's disgustingly smart and she knows how to use it. I just wish she'd do something more with her journalism degree. I mean, yeah, she doesn't need the money of a steady job, but writing an article every few months isn't good enough for her. I understand why she won't work for a newspaper, because she hates writing the news, but she could write a book; that's what she loves, creative writing. She won national contests in high school."

"Dang," Jude said. "That's impressive."

"I just wish she knew it," he muttered.

Nic sat at her laptop in the office of her and Tommy's house, playing on the internet, when her cell phone rang. She looked at the LCD screen of her Sidekick and cringed. "Hello?"

"Nic, baby," Chris' smooth voice came through. "Are you busy? I'd love to meet you for coffee."

"Am I busy?" she repeated vaguely. "Oh, you know what? I am. I have to go and re-fill the paper towels in the kitchen."

He groaned. "Nic, come on; how bad would it be to meet with me for half an hour, just to catch up?"

"30 minutes," she reluctantly agreed. "Meet me at the Hilton Head Diner in fifteen." She hung up and leaned back in her seat.

"Where are you going?" Spiederman asked her as she walked outside and unchained one of the bikes. "I thought we could watch a movie or something?"

"I'm gonna meet Chris," she reported. "I'll be back later and then we can."

He stared at her. "What are you meeting him for?"

"To get him to leave us alone," she replied. "I know, it sounds ridiculous, but maybe I can get through to him."

"Sure," he mumbled, walking back into his house.

Twenty minutes later, Nic sat in a booth at the diner, waiting impatiently for her ex-husband to show up.

"You're late," she pointed out dryly when he sat down a moment later. "And you're down to 23 minutes."

He rolled his eyes. "Let it go, Nic. Can't we just talk like two humans?"

"Sure," she shrugged. "Find me another human and I will. Until then, I'm lowering my standards with you." She sipped her cup of coffee. "Chris, what are you getting at by bringing Megan and Karma here?"

"Oh, you saw them?" he asked. "Well, I just figured they should know if their husbands are cheating on them."

Nic scoffed. "They're divorced now, Chris, so no one is cheating. And neither of them are in relationships."

"Really? You're not kissing that Spiederman guy all the time?" he implored. "I saw pictures of you two on three magazines this morning."

"Were they good?" she joked sarcastically. "Chris, there's nothing going on with me and Spiederman. I mean, yeah, he's a good guy, but I'm not looking for a relationship right now; I wasted to much time on your sorry ass to jump into anything yet."

The man at the table behind them grinned and took notes on his notepad.

"Just leave him, and my brother, out of this," she advised. "This is between you and me and there's no reason to involve them in our problems. We're divorced and that's that."

"Fine," he sighed. "I'll go tell Megan and Karma I made a mistake by bringing them here and I'll send them back to Canada."

"Yeah," she smirked. "Like I believe that."

When Nic got back to the houses, she let herself into the other house and found the SME boys watching re-runs of Jackass on MTV.

"Hey," she said, sitting on the armrest of the couch. "Wanna watch that movie now?"

"Maybe later," he answered, keeping his attention on the TV. "This is a good episode."

Nic looked to Kyle, who just shrugged apologetically. "Well, all right. Can I join you guys?"

"Why don't you go watch a movie with Chris?" Spiederman sneered. "I'm sure he'd love your company."

"Oh," she whispered. "So that's what this is about? Spied, that stupid meeting was just that- a meeting. I told him to leave you and Tommy out of whatever he's doing to me. It meant nothing."

He sighed. "Nic, just go home."

"All right," she murmured, standing up. "Good night."

"Bye!" Kyle called as she left. "Dude, what is your problem? One of Canada's hottest socialite's is into you and as soon as her ex-husband, who brought your ex-wife here, comes along to ruin her life, you put up this front and act like you don't care about her."

Spiederman didn't answer.

Jude woke up the following morning and went down to breakfast and found Spiederman sitting at the kitchen table, a tabloid in front of him.

"Good morning," she greeted, pulling the orange juice from the fridge. "What are you reading?"

"I have two options," he answered. "I could read about your and Tommy's late night excursion on the beach, or Nic telling her ex-husband that I mean nothing to her."

Jude stopped with her hand midway to the glass cabinet. "What about me and Tommy?"

He cleared his throat. "In Hilton Head, South Carolina, Instant Star winner Jude Harrison and boy bander-turned-producer Tom Quincy were spotted on a local beach last night, sparking rumors once again that the relationship between the musically gifted pair is more than professional. Whether the rumors are true or not are unknown, but beachgoers say the duo did heat up the cool night."

"Eww!" Jude squealed as the sliding door opened and Nic appeared.

"Hi," she said quietly, looking at Spiederman. "Can we talk?"

"Sure," he agreed brightly, giving Jude an uncomfortable feeling about what was happening next. "I mean, people who mean absolutely nothing to each other talk all the time, don't they?"

She bit her lip. "What are you talking about?"

"I'm not talking," he answered. "Magazines do it for me." He threw the tabloid to her and hurried up the stairs.

"In a breaking story, Montreal socialite Nic Quincy meets with an unknown in a Hilton Head diner late Thursday night, claiming he's her ex-husband," she read sadly. "When asked about her building relationship with Vincent Spiederman, she claims there's nothing there and he's just a good guy." She set it aside. "Oh, man."

Jude frowned sympathetically. "And you only said all that to protect him, didn't you?"

"Yeah," Nic whispered, her voice cracking. "I know this sounds crazy, especially coming from me, but I think I'm falling in love with him, Jude."

"Oh, boy," Jude breathed. She took a deep breath. "Well, then go get dressed cause I guess we have a guitarist to win back."