A/N: Welcome to my new Jommy story, You and I Misbehaving. It's actually post-season two. I know, I know. We're kicking it old school. But I think you're all going to like it. It completely ignores the blackmailing plot, so I suppose it's a bit AU in that sense. It's definately different from season three. In fact, it was nothing like season three at all, I'd say. But yeah. I've finished outlining, and it looks like it's going to come out to around 29 chapters, if things go according to plan. Hope you guys enjoy the ride. -g-

DISCLAIMER: I don't own Instant Star. The title is from the band Tilly and Wall. Check 'em out, yeah? The song will make an appearance later in the story.

Chapter 1

Late. It was very late at night, and stars were sprinkled in the sky, barely visible with all of Toronto's city lights still shining. It was nearing 2:00 AM as Tommy drove to G-Major for the first time in a long time. He was taking a chance, hoping that Jude was still in the studio with Kwest, pulling a late night session. But the lights were off in the Harrison home, and guy had to hope, didn't he? He probably didn't have the right to hope at this point, and Tommy was hardly an optimist, but something about Jude just made him hope. It had been three months. 92 days. 2208 hours since he had last seen her. Tommy pulled into his old parking space, and a soft smile crossed his face. There were a few lights on. He knew it was Jude. I had been a while since she'd put anything out, and Darius was probably itching for a single.

Tommy stepped out of his Hummer, locked the car, and entered G-Major's doors. He passed through the lobby, hearing a quiet strumming coming from Studio A. He grinned. She was at it again. He was glad that his leaving hadn't completely kept her from making music. It was suspicious to him that she hadn't released anything while he was away, but that could easily be chalked up to fact that her album was still in popular circulation. He walked towards Studio A and paused for a moment, staring through the glass. She hadn't seen him yet, and he was glad. He wanted to watch her. Just for a moment, he wanted to watch her.

She was so beautiful. Her hair was still blonde – the color had really grown on him. It was longer, still framing her face in soft curls. Her bangs had grown out a bit and were pushed back to the sides of her face. She had a contemplative look on her face as she tried out different chords. She was beautiful. That hadn't changed in the three months he was gone. It would probably never change.

He had truly missed her. Tommy wished he hadn't needed to leave. God, he'd missed her. Her and her beautiful face. Her and her beautiful heart. Her and her beautiful voice. Tommy hadn't noticed just how much he'd missed her until she was right there in front of him.

He had missed her so damn much.

He knew getting her to forgive him wouldn't be easy, but he had to try.

For them, he had to try.

Tommy opened the door.

Jude sat in Studio A, thumbing the strings of her acoustic guitar. Kwest was taking a break, and Jude was working on some music. That was the only thing they had been working on all night. Lyrics wouldn't come to her. She had nothing to write. What was there to say? Her main source of inspiration was nowhere to be found. As always, her thoughts drifted to him. Tommy. Where was he? Why wouldn't he answer her calls? She'd called countless times. It was just recently that she'd given up. His voicemail box had filled up ages ago – no doubt with her frantic, scared, and angry messages – and he wasn't answering any calls. So eventually, she stopped calling. Obviously, he didn't want to talk to her. Where the hell was he? But most importantly…was he okay? Jude sighed and strummed her guitar lightly, trying to find a tune to portray her mood. Finally when she was starting to get somewhere, she was startled by a noise coming from her right. Someone was opening the door, but she knew Kwest wouldn't be back yet. He'd just left a few minutes ago. Her attention snapped to the disruption.

Tom Quincy was standing in the doorway.

Her Tommy.

He was back.

"Jude," Tommy breathed.

Jude stood motionlessly. She was transfixed by his sudden appearance. He was back. He was actually here, standing before her, a vulnerable look covering his handsome features. Tommy had been gone for so long. She had been so worried about him. And now he stood in front of her, tentative look and all. She didn't know what to say. She didn't know what to feel.

Moments passed in silence, and suddenly Jude was in Tommy's arms, wrapped up in his strong embrace. Tommy's hand rubbed her back gently. He couldn't seem to get enough of the feel of her. Everything they'd missed was finally corporeal, and it was emotionally shocking to both of them. Tommy caressed Jude's cheek lightly with the pad of his thumb and sighed contentedly.

Jude's eyes glazed over with unshed tears. She'd missed his touch. She'd missed him. But where the hell had he been? He had the audacity to just come back here, expecting to, what? Start where they'd left off, as though he'd never left? Jude started to get angry. Why couldn't he have called her? She came to her senses and pushed Tommy away, immediately missing the warmth that had previously enveloped her body.

"Where were you?" she questioned. "Why didn't you answer my calls?"

Tommy breathed a sigh, knowing this wouldn't be easy. "I'm sorry, girl. I had a family emergency. My sister…she's sick."

Jude's eyes softened, a curious look crossing her features.

"Cancer," Tommy answered her unspoken question.

"I didn't even know you had a sister," Jude replied. She didn't mean for it come out harshly, but there was still a biting tone to her words.

"We haven't always been on the best of terms," Tommy replied. "I left home when I was a teenager, and we kind of lost touch for a while. We have a lot of issues. But she's doing better now. That's all that matters." He continued, "I had to be there for her, you know? I had to take care of her and my niece."

"I'm sorry about your sister, Quincy. I really am. But that doesn't explain why you couldn't call me." Her tone was bitter, and she did nothing to hide it.

"God, Jude," Tommy began. "If I had heard you voice, just once, I'd have wanted to be on a flight home in a split second. I couldn't talk to you. It's not an excuse, but it's true. Not picking up the phone was one of the hardest things I've ever had to do. You have no idea how many times I wanted to call you – to talk to you. But I just knew I couldn't. If I was going to deal with my reality with my family in Montana, then I couldn't." He sighed. "Didn't stop me from being hung up on you the entire time, anyway." Tommy let out a bitter chuckle.

Jude fiddled with the hem of her shirt, unable to look at him. She was angry. She understood, but that didn't change the fact that Tommy messed up. Again. She focused on the hem, as she played with it in her fingers. Jude couldn't look up at him. She couldn't look up at him and lose herself in those eyes of his.

"Jude," Tommy said softly. "Look at me."

She looked up, eyes dark with emotion. Jude hated feeling so damn vulnerable, but he got to her. He always had. He probably always would.

Tommy repeated, "I'm sorry." His eyes were shining with sincerity, and she couldn't help but step towards him, wanting to simply hold on to him again and never let go.

Just then, Kwest reentered the studio, a huge sandwich in his hands. His eyes widened in shock.

"T!" Kwest exclaimed, "Where-" he broke off, surveying the scene. He saw the almost broken looks on both Tommy and Jude's faces and nodded slightly in acceptance. "We'll talk later," he determined. "You take care of business." Kwest switched his focus. "I'll see you tomorrow, Jude."

Tommy nodded shortly, and Kwest left the studio, big sandwich in tow.

Jude began hesitantly, "Tommy…" she drifted off, not knowing what she wanted to say. There were so many emotions in her; she didn't know which one to follow. Finally she said simply, "I missed you."

Jude walked slowly to Tommy and wrapped her arms around his torso, resting her head on his chest.

"I missed you, too, girl." Tommy kissed the top of her head. "I missed you, too."

Jude smiled inwardly. Her Tommy was back, and she'd be damned if he wasn't here to stay.

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