A/N: Ahh! Feel free to be angry with me! I just need a kick in the ass every now and then I think, because I really do have tons of this story written out, I just sort of forget to post. It's lame & it sucks & I suck and that's pretty much it.

This is sort of a filler chapter – it sets up some things for future chapters, and of course, it's cliffhanger-esque, but I don't think it's too shabby.

Enjoy!

Disclaimer: Don't own it & never will.

Tommy had only gotten up once during his epic nap, and that was to turn both his and Jude's cell phones off. They were ringing every three seconds, and he didn't feel like explaining that morning to anyone, let alone have to deal with the pressing questions that were going to come with said explanations. It was better to just leave it, and deal with it later.

At 6 P.M., Tommy forced himself to wake up, or risk getting no sleep later. He had woken her up an hour previously, checking the dilation of her pupils, making sure he got equal reactions, before letting her succumb to sleep again. He had no doubt that despite how much sleep she got today, she'd be able to make it through the night. Easily.

Not wanting to leave the room yet knowing he had other responsibilities, Tommy took his phone and sat down in a chair next to his windows, which he usually reserved for reading. After seeing that he had about 13 new voicemails, which he promptly ignored, he called Kwest.

"Where have you been, man?"

"Hello to you, too," Tommy said tiredly. He had been so sure that Kwest would be the drama-free phone call, but now he was rethinking that.

"You okay?" Maybe not.

"Yeah, just woke up."

"She still out?"

"Yeah, she's got codeine in her blood."

"Like that girl needs anything to help her sleep," Kwest joked. "But I just want to see how you're doing."

"We're both fine. I was actually calling to check on you and Sadie. I know it'll be one of the first things Jude asks about when she gets up."

"We're okay, bro. We weren't the ones that were nearly bomb bits."

"Yeah, today wasn't the best day," Tommy sighed out. "But you and Sadie are good, right? She's not freaking out too much?"

"Oh, I think she's freaking out just enough. But nothing too serious, if that's what you're asking. She's just worried."

"It's not good for the-"

"The baby. I know. You sound like Mr. Harrison."

"He may have mentioned something to us about it being better for Jude to not be at the house with all the stress that she'll cause."

"Ugh, I'm sorry, I'll talk to Sadie, maybe she can-"

"No, it's fine. Don't worry about it, and don't worry Sadie about it."

"I meant to ask you two, actually. Do you guys still mind that we're having the wedding in a few weeks? We could push it back if you need us to, it's just we have a lot planned on it."

"It's fine," Tommy managed to respond calmly. He wasn't going to say anything about how Jude had been planning on her birthday and her album release party, but only because Jude had asked him not to. "I'm sure all of this will quiet down by then."

"Yeah, I'm sure."

Both men knew they were lying to each other. They had no idea what the next few weeks would hold in store for them, but thinking about it made it all the more real. So they chose to deny the possibility of more chaos for the time being.

"Well, I better go. I've got more calls to make, I just wanted to make sure you guys were okay."

"Yeah, of course. Tell Jude to get better soon, not that a little bump on the head will keep her down for long. She's got the hardest head of anyone I've ever met."

"Ain't that the truth," Tommy agreed softly, gazing affectionately at the still sleeping girl on his bed.

"I'll talk to you later," Kwest said, and Tommy agreed and shut his phone.

As he was contemplating who else he needed to call, Tommy's phone started vibrating in his hand. He looked at the familiar name and number on the caller I.D. and grimaced. Well, this certainly takes care of my dilemma of who to call, he thought bitterly.

"Hi, mom."

"Thomas," he heard his mother sigh in relief through the phone. He had been so prepared to be yelled at and reprimanded that he hadn't anticipated her reaction at all. "You're okay!"

"Of course I'm okay, mom."

"I'm sorry, I would've known that had you called."

"Listen, I just…"

"It's all over the news! Tommy Q's Hummer Goes Up In Flames! It said the injury count wasn't known."

"It is known, mom. It's just one, and she's okay, just a little banged up."

"Jude?" His mother had never met Jude, but he talked about her enough for her to feel a connection with her. She sensed her son's affections ran deeper than he admitted, but she never called him out on it. She just smiled and listened to his stories about her, drinking in all this information about his mystery girl.

"Yeah," Tommy said quietly.

"But she's okay?"

"Yeah."

"Thank goodness you're both okay, I was so worried."

"I really am sorry I didn't call earlier. I wasn't thinking about the media, and we were just so tired we came home and crashed, and-"

"You both came home? She's with you, then?"

"She's going to be staying with me for a little while," he confessed. "Her sister's pregnant and her father doesn't want Jude's media circus to stress her out, so I volunteered my apartment. It's not that big of a deal, it just makes things easier for now."

"Correct me if I'm wrong, Tommy, but wasn't your rule for that loft that no woman see it? Except for the housekeeping? And me, of course, should I choose to visit."

"It wasn't a rule per se," Tommy said defensively. "I just didn't do it before. Things are different right now.

"I see," his mother replied cryptically.

"There's really nothing more to it," Tommy wasn't sure why he felt the need to justify his actions to his mother, but he felt like she was reading into it the wrong way.

"Mmhmm. I just wanted to call and make sure you were okay, sweetheart."

"Yeah, I'm fine, but listen mom, it's really not a big deal if Jude's here."

"I'll talk to you later, Thomas, okay? Make sure to call me tomorrow."

"What?" Tommy was confused at the abrupt change in conversation. "Okay?"

"Bye, sweetheart. Love you."

"I love you too…?" Tommy said to the familiar click of dead air in his ear.

"Tommy?" Jude's soft voice caught his attention and he looked over to see her watching him through half shut eyes.

"Did I wake you, girl?" Tommy asked as he got up and perched on side of the bed next to her.

"No," she said with a small yawn. Tommy brushed some hair off her face, a small smile playing on his face.

"You gave us all quite the scare today."

"Sorry," she said sheepishly.

"What'd I say about you saying that? You keep apologizing but you haven't done anything wrong."

"Well, I must've done something wrong, because I do recall your Hummer exploding on my account."

Tommy shook his head. "Not on your account. We don't know who the bomb was made for, it could've been either one of us. Or neither."

"Neither?"

"Okay, well, it's unlikely but I was just trying to prove a point."

"Well, if it was my fault, then I'm really sorry. This is the week from hell, huh?"

Tommy smiled down with an odd look in his eyes, one Jude couldn't distinguish. "Could be worse."

They sat staring at each other for a few moments, both silently thanking the heavens that the other was okay.

"You think you can get up for a little bit?" Tommy was the first to break the silence.

"I think so," Jude said hesitantly. "I'm a little hungry."

After the slightly arduous process of getting a dizzy Jude out of bed and into the kitchen, Tommy and her chatted idly while eating food courtesy of the best housekeeping service ever.

"This. Is. Amazing." Jude said in between bites of her dinner, which was a fairly simple pasta dish.

"Slow down," Tommy said with a little laugh. "I don't need you choking on me. One death scare per day is enough for me."

"It's funny," Jude said softly, putting down her fork.

"What is?"

"I just, I don't think it's hit me yet. That I could've been seriously hurt today, I mean."

Tommy put down his utensils and let out a sigh.

"I wish I could say the same. You took about ten years off my life today, girl."

"Sor-" Jude bit her lip mid-word and thought it through. "I didn't mean for it to happen."

Tommy grinned at her slip up but didn't say anything.

"Is Sadie okay?" She asked suddenly.

"Yeah, I talked to her and Kwest earlier. They're both okay."

"And the little Kwestie?"

"Everyone's fine. Your dad included."

"Oh. Great."

"He cares about you a lot, Jude."

"I know…" Jude couldn't seem to put her feelings into words.

"He's just got a lot on his mind."

"Not 'a lot,' he has Sadie on his mind. Just Sadie." Jude bit out, closing her eyes tightly afterwards, not wanting to see Tommy's reaction to her outburst. "I'm sorry, I'm just tired and grumpy. I didn't mean that."

"You know, it's okay to be upset."

"No, it's not. It's not at all, Tommy! Don't you get it? I don't even want this! Sadie was so excited to be getting married, and so excited to have the attention on her. And what do I do? I try so hard to get everything perfect for her, I try so hard to be the perfect sister, and then this happens, and now the focus is back on me! I didn't ask for it, so why is it happening to me?" She paused briefly, but didn't give Tommy an opportunity to cut in.

"And then Dad's doing exactly what I want him to do, he's putting Sadie first when the rest of the world isn't, and I go and get jealous? That's not okay, Tommy! I just don't know if I can do this!"

Jude's head had started to pound and she subconsciously put her hands over the cut in the back to make the throbbing stop, tears of pain gathering in her eyes.

"Jude, shh, okay, shhh." Tommy's soothing voice made it to her ears as he stood and came to her side.

"Let's get you to bed, okay?" Jude just nodded tearfully, her head hurting something terrible.

He guided her to the bedroom, leaving their plates unfinished. He sat her down on the edge of the bed before fishing out another large t-shirt for her and a pair of boxers from his closet.

"Put these on," he instructed. Jude nodded, holding them in her hands, looking at Tommy expectantly.

"Oh!" He exclaimed after a moment, turning around to give her privacy.

He turned back after a few minutes and Jude was lying in bed, tears streaming down her face.

"Girl, what's the matter?"

"Nothing, it's just my head."

"I'll go get you some aspirin," Tommy said as he left the room, leaving Jude alone with her thoughts.

Truth was, Jude couldn't seem to wrap her mind around the events of the day. She completely expected to wake up in the morning and have none of this happen – no stalkerazzi, no moved up wedding, and definitely no Hummer explosions. It just seemed too surreal for Jude to understand.

Tommy walked back into the room, practically shoving the bottle of water and painkillers into Jude's hands. She took them quickly and watched as Tommy stripped down to his boxers and got in beside Jude.

"Thought you didn't like that side of the bed?" Jude asked tiredly, the physical exhaustion mixing with her emotional.

"Stay," Tommy said softly, his voice reminiscent of the previous night.

Soon enough Jude had snuggled into Tommy's embrace, not caring what he thought, just wanting to be held, desperately. Tommy had obliged after he got over the slight shock of her initiating the intimate physical interaction.

He was almost positive she was asleep when her voice drifted to his ears a few minutes later.

"Tommy?" Her voice sounded inches from sleep.

"Hmm?"

"Is this all a dream?" It was times like these that Tommy was reminded of Jude's innocence and how youthful she was, and it made him love her all the more.

"No, girl," he replied just as softly before smiling to himself. "You just think that 'cause you're in bed with me," he joked.

"No," her voice indicated she was drifting fast. "I don't let myself dream about that anymore."

This peaked Tommy's interest, and as much as he knew it was morally wrong to interrogate Jude when she was in no state to answer questions, he couldn't help the word that spilled out of his mouth.

"Why?"

"'Cause you don't want me," Jude's almost inaudible voice said as her breathing evened out and her limbs became slack; she had fallen into a deep sleep.

- - - -

"Jude," Tommy whispered in her ear in a sing-song voice. "Wake up, Jude."

Jude groaned loudly before burrowing into Tommy's covers.

"What time is it?" She asked, her voice muffled by the bedding.

"Almost 8."

"Why. Are. You. Awake?"

Tommy had been awake for almost two hours now, cleaning up the penthouse and getting ready for the day, knowing that once Jude was awake, getting into the bathroom wouldn't be an option.

He had barely slept, with Jude's painkiller-induced confession reeling in his mind. At first, he couldn't fathom how Jude had come to the conclusion that he didn't want her. Then, the more he dwelled on it, the more he understood that his actions didn't really reflect his feelings. He had pushed her away whenever he thought she was getting too close, and he couldn't blame anyone but himself for the past two years of the emotional standoff the two had been in. He knew so much about her, but rarely confided information about himself. He was constantly turning the tables on her, yet rarely gave in, even when she pushed her hardest. He was a mess, and he was terrified that Jude knew it.

He didn't, however, think that it was an appropriate time to confess all his harbored feelings towards Jude, not when she was recovering from a head wound and the constant chaos that had suddenly turned into her every day life. So, he pushed the confession out of his mind as best as he could and focused on just being her friend.

"We have to be at the police station at 9 to give our statements," Tommy said as he lifted the covers off her body, allowing the cool air of the penthouse to wake her up.

"Ungh," Jude moaned as she rolled over onto her back, only to find Tommy still staring down at her with a loving gaze in his eyes.

"Morning," he said softly, his eyes not moving. Jude could only smile back, until…

"Tommy?" She asked hesitantly.

"Yeah?" He said as he finally turned away, refolding a blanket at the foot of the bed.

"Did we…talk last night?"

"What do you mean?" He asked just as slowly, not really meeting her eyes.

"I mean, I just don't really remember last night. I remember eating dinner with you, and I remember getting all emotional – which I apologize for, by the way – but I can't even remember getting into bed." Her eyes widened. "I did dress myself, right?"

Tommy chucked at this and nodded. He couldn't help but feel a little relieved that she didn't remember her admission last night. It wasn't that he wanted her to take it back, but he just knew that Jude had this nasty habit of running away instead of dealing with her emotions – the Hummer incident a clear cut example. He was grateful that he would have the time think about how he could prove himself to her without worrying about her booking it at every corner.

"We talked, but not about anything particular. I gave you some painkillers, and you fell asleep on me." Tommy summarized briefly, not giving too much away, but not lying directly. "Not the reaction I usually get from women in my bed, Harrison."

"Thought I was the only one who's been in this bed?" She teased lightly, but there was a sense of seriousness underlying, and Tommy knew that the first step in making Jude realize just how much he wanted her was to take away all those pesky insecurities about other women.

"You are," he answered quickly. "And for some crazy reason, I'd rather have you fall asleep on me than do anything else with those another woman."

"You're such a liar, Quincy," Jude said after a moment. "But a pretty good one, so that's okay."

Before Tommy could refute this, Jude spoke again.

"Got anything for breakfast or is my only incentive for waking up this morning a trip to the police station?"

"Drive thru Tim Horton's," Tommy suggested.

"I'm there," Jude said, bounding out of bed. Well, trying to bound anyway. As soon as her feet hit the ground she swayed and found herself sitting on the bed once more.

"Easy there, champ. You may be Supergirl, but you're still recovering from a head wound, and I'd just as soon have you not get another one."

Jude nodded with eyes shut tight, trying to push away the dizziness.

"You okay to shower?" Tommy asked without a second thought. Jude opened one eye.

"I don't need your assistance, if that's what you're asking," she said snidely, slowly opening her other eye, feeling satisfied that the world wasn't going to spin again.

"Whatever you say," Tommy said with a smirk, backing out of the room. "Careful getting water in that head wound, ok girl? I'm going to call my super and talk to him about security." He tapped an imaginary watch on his wrist. "30 minutes, Harrison."

Jude was done in 45 minutes, blaming her chronic lateness on her head wound as they made their way down to the parking garage.

"That excuse is only going to work for a few days, you know that, right?"

"I bet I can get a week out of it," Jude said with a cocky grin. "Maybe more."

"Whatever you say, girl."

"So what car are we taking today? Viper?" Jude asked as they stepped off the elevator. Tommy cocked an eyebrow at her.

"I'd prefer for the paparazzi to not know where I am every minute of today, thanks." Jude blushed a little at this, realizing that the Viper wasn't exactly inconspicuous.

"Fine. Then what?"

"We could take a bike," Tommy suggested.

"If you want to wear my breakfast all over you," Jude said sweetly, motioning to her head.

"Three more days of using that," Tommy gritted out.

"Ooh, what's that one?" Jude asked, excitedly pointing at the shiniest black one in the row. "Let's take that one."

"Girl," Tommy slowly lowered Jude's pointing arm and redirected her to a silver coupe. "We'll take the Aston Martin out on a day where I feel a lot better of it's chances against the paparazzi. How about this one?"

"You own an Aston Martin?" Jude asked, her jaw dropped. Tommy just rolled his eyes at her.

"What about this one?" He repeated.

"Ooh, what is it?" Jude asked as she ran her hand over the sleek grill.

"'06 Alfa Romeo GT Coupe. It's from Milan," he answered her unasked question.

"I like it." She said decisively.

"Get in," he directed.

They made their way out of his apartment complex and thru Tim Horton's without incident, which both were grateful for. As Tommy slid the car into a parking spot in front of the police station, Jude snorted at the amount of looks it was receiving.

"I thought you wanted to keep a low profile?" Jude asked with a laugh, which Tommy shot down with a glare.

"Babe, the Hummer was my get-around-town car. This is the best I got right now. Darius picked up his Jag last night and even with that, everyone knew who was driving."

"Hey, I'm not complaining," Jude said, swallowing the last of her donut and licking the excess powdered sugar off her fingers, oblivious to what she was doing to Tommy. She grabbed her coffee and got out of the car, waiting for Tommy to meet her on the passenger side.

"We could've taken the 'Vette," Jude said, surprising herself with the ease she slipped back into their flirting, bantering relationship.

"Why, so we could've broken down and waited for the paparazzi to find us?" Tommy flirted back, slinging his arm around Jude. She sunk into his embrace, despite the fact that she was wearing his heavy leather jacket and quite warm all by herself.

"I'm sure one of them would've given us a lift to the police station, geez."

"Oh yeah, of course. What was I thinking?"

"Oh come on, Tommy. I see it in your eyes."

Tommy cocked his eyebrow at her in his signature questioning look.

"You want the Corvette all to yourself." Tommy laughed out loud at this, a real, full-belly laugh, making Jude grin wider than she thought possible.

"You got me," Tommy said, still laughing slightly, before seeing the grin on Jude's face. "What?"

"Nothing," she said, looking away from but still smiling just as wide. "I just…I like hearing you laugh. You don't do it enough," Jude said, giving a soft elbow jab to Tommy's side.

"The Corvette's not what I want all to myself," Tommy said in a husky voice into Jude's ear. He pulled away quickly though and held the door open to the lobby. "You ready, girl?"

"As I'll ever be, I guess." And the two walked into the station.

The pair was quickly introduced the sergeant and other high-ranking officials before being shuttled off to an interrogation room to wait for Detective Piercy.

"How's the head?" Tommy asked as they sat down after what felt like endless introductions and pleasantries.

"The pain has subsided to a dull roar, so that's always good," Jude said with an attempted smile that came out more like a grimace.

"I'll get you some aspirin after we're done."

They sat in silence until Detective Piercy and his partner joined them minute later.

"Any chance of us getting out of here without a swarm of paparazzi?" Tommy asked the pair after Jude had been formally introduced once more, now being fully coherent to appreciate it.

"Doesn't look like it, sorry," Detective Piercy replied. "Although if I could get an Alfa Romeo GT out of it, maybe…" he kidded, and the four shared a laugh.

"I take it the Hummer was the 'normal' car?" Detective Costanza asked genially.

"Yeah 'cause a beast on wheels is so normal," Jude muttered good-naturedly. Tommy narrowed his eyes slightly, mock-offended.

"She was a good truck," he insisted.

"I'm sure she's smiling down on you from car heaven."

"Your Corvette will join her soon, I'm sure."

"You wouldn't."

Tommy held up his hands. "I won't have to!"

"It's not that bad!"

"Sure."

…

"Are you two done?" Detective Piercy asked, trying not to snicker at the two. Tommy and Jude shared an embarrassed smile and then got down to business.

Jude repeated her story once more, except she was being recorded, so thankfully this would be the last time. Tommy gave his brief, clipped version of the previous day, glancing over their fight and getting straight to the point.

Finally, after answering what felt like hundreds of trivial questions, Tommy and Jude were allowed to leave. They thanked the detectives and made their way out of the building. Sure enough, paparazzi crowded the outskirts of the parking lot, but it seemed as if the police had done a good job of keeping them out of the immediate surrounding area.

"Where to next?" Tommy asked as they sat in the car, turning up the heat.

"My house," Jude said with a sigh.

"We don't have to, you know."

"I know. And trust me, I don't want to. But, I need to get things from there and I should really see how everyone's doing."

"Alright," Tommy said, not wanting to really fight with Jude about her own health or sanity at that moment. He simply pulled out of the parking lot and made his way to the Harrison house.

- - - -

Jude could practically hear the paparazzi cheering as she and Tommy made their way from his car to the house. All of them desperate for one photo, one comment, one look from Jude, which she usually graced them with, but not today. Today she was tired, sore, in pain, and dreading what awaited her within her own house.

"Hello?" She called out hesitantly as she stepped inside with Tommy, closing the door firmly behind them.

"Jude?" Stuart Harrison's voice came from within the house. "We're in the kitchen, honey!"

Tommy took Jude's hand and squeezed it gently before leading her to the kitchen.

"Hey sweetheart," Stuart Harrison murmured as he leaned in to kiss Jude's cheek. "How have you been?"

"Well, I'm o-"

"Jude!" Sadie's perky voice rang out as feet could be heard running down the stairs. Jude grasped Tommy's hand just a little tighter. She tried to brace herself but still managed to stumble back a few steps as Sadie launched herself at her.

Tommy caught the extreme wince and cringe Jude did as Sadie grasped her tightly before letting her go quickly, examining her face.

"This," Sadie said, pressing a finger to a large vertical cut on the side of Jude's cheek, close to her ear. "It'll be gone for the wedding, right?"

"Ow," Jude yelped, stepping out of Sadie's reach. "Yes, it'll be gone Sadie, chill."

"Are you okay?" Sadie asked. "You seem sort of…off."

Jude bit back the normal retort her mouth longed to spit at her older sister and just plastered a smile on her face. "Just tired, is all."

"Okay, good, 'cause Kwest is gonna be here soon and I was hoping we could convince you…" Just then the backdoor banged open and Kwest stumbled in, two coffees in hand as well as a rose.

"Hey, beautiful," he commented softly when he saw Sadie.

"Hey there," she replied just as softly.

Jude couldn't help but smile at their interaction. It was times like these that Jude remembered why she went through all she did for them to have the perfect wedding. They deserved it, both of them. They were in love, and had a baby on the way, and they deserved this time more than anybody.

Once the two stopped mooning over each other, Kwest noticed the company joining them in the Harrison household. As his eyes widened and a look of guilt crept into his eyes as he looked at Jude, she knew that he had either remembered or had been told of her birthday/album launch party and it's subsequent postponement.

"Jude, I am so-"

"It's good to see you, too Kwest," Jude cut him off, giving him a pointed look. "I'm going to go pack up some stuff to take to Tommy's," she announced before leaning in towards him.

"Talk to him," she whispered hurriedly into Tom's ear. "He can't tell Sadie, got it?"

Tommy gave a curt nod, but she saw in his eyes that he was still a little disappointed in Kwest for forgetting her birthday. As Jude made her way upstairs, Tommy motioned to Kwest to follow him into the living room. As Sadie made to follow, Tommy held up a hand to stop her.

"Groomsmen talk, Sades. Bride-to-be can't hear it." This appeased Sadie greatly and she kissed Kwest's cheek as she went back to her father.

"I forgot, man!" Kwest said desperately once Sadie was out of earshot.

"Yeah, you did." Tommy didn't bother to mask his frustration with him.

"It just happened so fast! I mean, first its forever away, then we're having a baby, then Sadie's choosing dates within a month! I mean, I wasn't thinking, but can you blame me?"

Tommy sighed and ran a hand over his face before speaking.

"On one hand, no. I mean your life is finally coming together and it's a lot at once and I get that, bro. This is yours and Sadie's life, and it is all happening fast. But on the other hand, c'mon man. This is Jude. You've known Jude longer than Sadie. You were involved with her albums, the pieces of her soul. You know her. And on that hand, I can't figure out how you forget a single thing about Jude, let alone her birthday."

They stood in silence, both mulling over what Tommy had said. Finally, Kwest spoke.

"Sadie is my life now, not music," Kwest said slowly, as if he were just figuring out what to say as it came out of his mouth. "And Jude is your life."

"Kwest," Tommy started to warn.

"No, just listen, man. She is your life. Whether neither of you admit it or whether both of you just know it in your souls, it's true. You know it. So when you say that you don't understand how I could forget anything about Jude, you have to know that I remember everything about Sadie. I do. I want to know her, inside and out, and until I do, I just cherish every little bit I learn about her until then." He took a breath before continuing. "But you're right, I shouldn't have forgotten Jude's birthday, especially when I know her history with them. I'll talk to Sadie and Darius and-"

"No," Tommy interrupted.

"No?"

"No. You can't. Jude's put a lot of thought into this, and she doesn't have a problem with the rehearsal dinner being on her birthday."

"I can't ask her to do that."

"You didn't ask her. She did it, on her own volition. She's given up so much for you two to have the perfect wedding, and she's not going to get a lot of that back. She can't get back the pride she sacrificed to D when she begged him to postpone the party," Tommy knew that was a low blow to Kwest, but he couldn't help but make him see just how much Jude put into this, "And she can't get back the effort she's putting in to make this the happiest day of your guys' life. But as far as I can tell, she doesn't want that back. Just get married, and have a great wedding. That's what she wants."

Kwest nodded, silent.

Tommy started to make his way up the stairs before turning around.

"Don't tell Sadie."

"Don't tell me what?" Sadie asked as she walked through the door with a tray of hot cocoa. Kwest gave Tommy a small smile and barely visible nod before turning to his fiancé.

"Jude's wedding present for us," Kwest said before wrapping his arms around Sadie. "You're gonna love it."

"Yay!" She squealed with excitement. "You'd never guess it, considering how fashion challenged she is, but she gives the best presents."

"Yeah, she does," Tommy muttered as he walked up the stairs.

Tommy finally made his way upstairs, feeling like the conversation between him and Kwest had drained him.

"Hey, Jude," he began to sing before spotting her in the hallway, a step outside her room, looking in. "You gonna go in, Harrison?"

She turned to him, a look of wild fear in her eyes before speaking.

"S-someone was in my room."

"It was probably just Sadie…" Tommy said as he walked up to her and pushed the door all the way open. No. Sadie definitely hadn't done this.