A/N: This one is definately action packed. Review!


Chapter 6

It was late one afternoon as Jude grabbed her house phone and dialed Quincy's number.

"Hey stud," she smiled into the receiver.

Tommy chuckled on the other end of the line. "Hey, girl."

"You have any plans tonight?" Jude asked coyly.

"Can't say I do," he replied. "Why? You have something in mind?"

"Well," Jude began, "My dad is leaving town tonight." She could practically hear Tommy's interest peak. She continued, "I was thinking you could come over."

"Really now?" Tommy's teasing voice didn't mask his eagerness.

"Mhm. He should be gone by 8:00."

"Believe me, Harrison," Tommy stated, "I'll be there."

Jude quietly beamed. "Later, Quincy." She hung up the phone, unable to keep anticipation from flooding her system.


Tommy parked his car – the Hummer this time, as it was a little less obvious than the blue Viper – a block away from the Harrison residence when it hit 8:00 PM. The last thing he needed was Andrews sticking his big head out of his window and finding Tommy's car parked out front of Jude's house late at night.

After a brief walk, Tommy rapped on the front door. It was a matter of moments before she opened the door, a playful smile crossing her features. She opened the door farther to accommodate Tommy's entrance.

"Mr. Quincy," Jude greeted him as he stepped over the threshold and into the living room.

"Ms. Harrison," he flashed her an enticing grin, grabbed her hand, and brought her knuckles to his lips.

Jude closed and locked the door, and placed a kiss on Tommy's lips. He started to deepen the kiss, his tongue gently tracing Jude's lips in a request for entrance. His quest was interrupted, however, by a loud growl originating from Jude's stomach.

Tommy broke the kiss and laughed. "Hungry, Jude?"

"Only for you, Quincy."

Tommy rolled his eyes. "Let's order a pizza."

"Hurumph." Jude out a noise of frustration as Tommy pulled away. He grabbed the house phone, and they ordered their usual. The pair were delivery regulars, what with all the late nights they pulled in the studio.

"I've still got that damn melody in my head," Jude stated as they waited for their pizza, "The one I showed you on our first date. I love it, but it still has no direction."

"Inspiration will come," Tommy's words were spoken as a statement of fact.

Another fifteen minutes passed, and the doorbell rang.

Jude jumped up to answer the door. Her stomach hadn't stopped growling, and her hunger was getting the best of her.

The pizza man – or boy, by the young, teenage looks of him – stared with his mouth hanging open dumbly. "You're Jude Harrison! Right?"

"Yep," Jude replied unenthusiastically.

The pimpled boy named Jim, according to his nametag, grinned appreciatively. "Nice shorts," he gestured to Jude's legs. "Very…athletic."

Jude look down at her barely-there short-clag legs. The material was quite tight, and Tommy scowled.

"I bet you'd look better out of them," Jim leered.

"Hey!" Tommy exclaimed, anger visible by his red face.

Jim rolled his eyes. "Who are you? Her dad?"

Despite the blasphemy of the situation, Jude couldn't help but let out a loud laugh. She handed Jim the pizza money – minus the tip, of course – and closed the door in his face.

Shock mingled with resentment remained on Tommy's features, even after the overly-confident pizza boy left.

Tommy stuttered, "I can't believe he thought…I don't…"

Jude tried to placate him, placing a hand on his shoulder. "You don't look like you could be my father, Tommy." She kissed his lips chastely. "I sure don't think of you like a father." She visibly cringed at the thought.

Tommy still had a scowl on his face. "I'm only 24!"

"And apparently Jim thought that it was a reasonable assumption that you could have fathered a child at the age of seven," Jude choked on a laugh.

Scoffing, Tommy opened the pizza box. His mood lightened greatly as he bit into a piece.

Jude smiled and ate her pizza in comfortable silence as Tommy's calmed down.

"I don't look anywhere near as old as your father!" He was still at it.

"I'm sure he was just jealous, Tommy."

He smirked. "With reason."

Jude smiled coyly and pulled Tommy into a kiss after they finished their pizza. He responded eagerly and ran his hands through Jude's blonde locks.

"It feels incredible to be able to kiss you here," Jude whispered against his lips. "I love 520, of course, don't get me wrong." She smiled as Tommy moved them to the couch. She continued speaking in between quick kisses. "But having you here-" a kiss, "-as often as you stop by-" another kiss, "-never being able to touch you-" lips met again, "has been absolutely torture."

Tommy smiled into another kiss. "You can definitely touch me now."

He shuddered slightly as Jude's hands worked their way up his shirt, exploring the planes of his chest and abdomen. Her fingertips sent chills racing down Tommy's spine in the best possible way, and his breathing hitched. Jude smirked, noticing the effect she so easily had on him. She was contemplating removing Tommy's shirt altogether for her exploring pleasure, when he broke her thought process by firmly attaching his lips to the base of Jude's neck. She moaned softly, getting lost on the feeling on Tommy's talented mouth, and she lost all coherent thought. Never before had anyone else had such an effect on her. It was Tommy and only Tommy who could make her feel such a way, and she had a sneaking suspicion that the same was true for him.

Tommy moved his lips to the hollow of Jude's throat, and she bit her lip. His hands traveled up Jude's shirt, beginning an exploration of his own. Jude grabbed Tommy's face as his hands continued their magic, and she kissed him fiercely on the lips with all the passion she could muster.

Jude was about to suggest that they move things upstairs to her room, when she heard the sound of the front door opening and sharp intake of breath that was neither Tommy's nor Jude's.

"WHAT THE HELL?" There was a fury in Stuart Harrison's voice that Jude had never heard before.

Jude and Tommy instantly broke apart. Tommy got off of Jude instantly and quickly wiped his lips with the back of his hand, as if a lack of Jude's lip gloss smears would prove his innocence. Jude quickly stood, as well, and adjusted her shirt, which had become bunched up above her navel.

Stuart's eyes were wide with anger and hatred. There was vicious, deadly fire in them that almost scared Jude.

"Dad," she began hesitantly, "I can explain…"

Her father took no notice of her statement, turning immediately towards Tommy. He spoke in a cold, hard voice, "Get out."

The words were flat. An order. A demand.

"Mr. Harrison," Tommy started, trying to level with him.

Stuart didn't allow him to continue. His eyes flashed with rage and he bellowed, "GET OUT!"

Jude grabbed Tommy's hand and turned towards her father. "Dad, please! Just listen…"

"QUINCY!" Stuart shouted. "Get your hands off my seventeen year old daughter, and get out of my house!"

Jude simply drew closer to Tommy.

"Dad! Don't do this! Please, don't do this!"

Mr. Harrison ripped Tommy from Jude's side, adrenaline almost visibly rushing through his system. Tommy stepped away from him before the itching in his fist to punch Jude's father got the best of him.

"I want you OUT!" Stuart spat harshly towards Tommy. "Now!" He shoved Tommy towards the open door.

Jude raced towards the pair. "Please, dad, don't do this! Please…"

Tommy hung his head and stepped outside and onto the porch, looking in.

Jude turned her attention to her boyfriend. "Tommy! Tommy, no, please don't leave."

"Jude…" he spoke, voice cracking with raw emotion. "I have to." He grabbed her hand for one last moment. "You're still a minor," he shook his head sadly, "and I have to do what your father says."

Stuart pulled Jude back, her hand falling away from Tommy's. The lack of contact made her hand feel cold. Mr. Harrison reached for the door.

"DAD!" Jude's voice was a desperate scream now, tears clearly streaking down her cheeks. "Please, dad…please…"

Stuart made to close the door.

"But I love him!"

It was the first time Jude had spoken the words aloud.

The door slammed.

Silence was the only reply.


A/N: Angsty, I know. I'd love to hear what you thought.