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A/N Don't own, Don't sue.
It has been a year. One year since he had seen her, or heard from her. Twelve months almost to the day since she very publicly retracted her acceptance of his proposal, and the following day left for London. Until that night he hadn't known anything could hurt this badly. He didn't know he was capable of missing someone this much. But he did. He missed her more with every day that passed. Every day that he went without hearing from her, without seeing her again.
Pathetically he hoped and even prayed every night that she'd change her mind. That she'd call, or write, or come back to Toronto for him. Pray that they could finally be together. That he'd finally be able to slip a real ring on her finger.
He'd actually bought the ring after she left, just incase. Or maybe incase he some day came up with a way to win her back, to be good enough to keep her. Sure they fought, but they'd always patched it up before, why not this time too? Though in reality he knew she didn't leave because of a fight, she left because she needed time. She needed space to spread her wings and just be Jude for a while, without him.
He was a shell of himself these days. He'd quit G-Major after all of the drama with Kwest and Sadie, well that was the reason he gave anyway. The reality of it was, without Jude there he had no reason to remain. Darius tried to get him to stay, screaming about what Tommy owed him, in all honesty he didn't care. Darius Mills could shove it up his ass for all he cared. He played stupid when Sadie or Kwest questioned his behavior or physical state. However, the day was coming and they all knew it. Sadie most of all, she'd been there, back stage when it happened.
A feminine knock breaks him out of his depressed trance and he groans standing to his feet, stumbling to the door and opening it. He winces as the bright sun filters in through the now partially open door. He blinks rapidly before his blood shot blue eyes settle on the disruptive party. "Sadie?" His voice sounding almost foreign even to himself, from lack of use.
"Geez, Tommy, you look like death warmed over, "she observed as she pushed the door open further, stepping around him into his living room. She glances around, taking in the state of the living room and the state of Tommy himself again. Tommy wasn't normally your typical bachelor. He actually kept his place rather tidy, especially for a guy, she'd always thought he could give Jude lessons on cleaning up. Now his living room look like a tornado came through, he was in pajama pants and a t-shirt, and looked like he hadn't shaved in, at least a week, though she was surprised it wasn't worse than that. His hair however is to his ears, like he hadn't had it cut since she left.
She shakes her head moving things off the couch and putting them away neatly before sitting down and motioning for him to do the same. "You can't keep going on like this, Tommy. It's not healthy."
"I'm fine, Sadie…"
"You're lying."
"What do you want me to say, Sadie? I'm lost, and you know why."
"I know. But, do you think she'd want you sitting here rotting like this? Think it'd make her happy?"
"No… But nothing I did made her happy Sadie, that's why she left." He knew that wasn't the reason, but it felt like it. Then again, Jude was the only one who had any true faith in him.
"That's not true. You did, do, make her happy Tom. She just needed time to grow up, be Jude for a while. She relied on you for everything. She needed time to learn how to be okay without you to hold her together. Doesn't mean she stopped loving you…" She bites her lip slightly, she was trying to pull Tommy out of his despair and she knew the only thing that would truly do that would be; Jude. The problem was she had to get one of them to make the first move. Tommy was closest so he was her first shot.
"I know. I know, Sadie, but the thing is see, she didn't need me. I needed her. She was my stability, my anchor." He sighs, leaning forward, his head falling into his hands. He hated admitting that to anyone, but in reality he knew he had to tell someone before it killed him.
"Then tell her."
"Sadie, she's in another country! How am I supposed to do that? I haven't even spoken to her since she left!"
Sadie grins devilishly and digs in her purse for a moment before pulling out a set of plane tickets. "What if I told you I just happen to have a couple of tickets to London? And tickets to her concert tomorrow night?"
His head snaps up and he reaches over snatching the airline tickets from her hand looking them over. They were first class; one even had his name on it. "But how? You can't possibly afford these, Sadie…"
"True, that's why Jude's the one who sent them."
"She sent mine?"
"Yup, her birthday's coming up you know, so she wants us there. She may have wanted her space, Tommy Q, but that doesn't mean she doesn’t miss you." It was true Jude had sent the tickets; Sadie didn't know why and didn't think that Jude would admit anything anyway. That was the problem with both of them; they were too stubborn for their own good. "So, will you come with me?"
He sighs staring at the ticket, Jude must want to see him if she went to the expense of first class right? He nods slowly, not meeting Sadie's gaze, "when do we leave?"
She looks at her watch and shrugs, it was four now and they needed to be there by eight to get on their flight at nine. She figured he hadn't bothered to look past his own name on the ticket. "Four hours, we need to be there at 8pm, so I'll pick you up at a quarter til. "
"Why don't I pick you up ,Sades?"
"No offense, Tom, but you're in no condition to drive. When was the last time you slept? Or ate?"
"Fine. 7:45. I'll be ready."
She stands and pats his shoulder before heading home to finish packing, leaving Tommy to do the same. She just hoped he at least shaved.