So new to Tru Calling fan fiction. My second one in all. Hope you all like. Reviews would be good if you can. Thank you it's a little after the series finished that I picked up. A Tru/Jack story eventually down the line.
Sun came streaming into her window. Tru woke up to the morning light brightening up her apartment. Stretching her arms above her head as she sat up Tru Davies looked at her bedside clock to see that she had plenty of time before class started. Giving Tru's mind time to ponder the time that has passed since Christmas. That one night when all seemed finally right with the world and everyone was happy. Everyone got along; they cut some turkey, had bad eggnog and had a very merry Christmas. That seemed like so long ago, instead of the four months it actually was.
She got out of bed heading to her bathroom to get ready. She went about her routine of getting ready. Thought's of all that's happened these past months seem as if they went by so quickly. Harrison her used to be wayward brother seems to have gotten closer to their father, Richard. Dong a great job of catching bad guys in the act. He was even thinking of getting a private investigator's license to be legit. Davis on the other hand was more into Carrie and the relationship developing between the physiatrist and her boss. Yet whenever she was around him he was distant and always busy.
Yet her brother and boss were always there on her rewind days. Getting information about the intended victims, chasing down leads, helping her keep tabs on those who died. That was her gift for a couple of years now. She would get pleas of help from the recently dead then as if on demand her day rewinds to the beginning to help make sure she gets to the people before they die again. So far she was evenly matched with her nemesis, death!
Locking her apartment and heading to her car to get some coffee on the way to class, she let her mind drift to her real problem. Death or more precisely the man who was death to her life giving rewinds Jack Harper. Jack the egotistical, self-absorbed man who kept trying to counter her saving efforts at every turn. Mr. Harper also did the whole rewind like her but unlike her he wanted to keep the people who asked for help dead as they were before. Thinking it's fate's plan that they stay dead instead of meddling with fate. Of course Jack has been trying to stop her even achieving to let some of the poor souls die for good. He had tried to get her brother but Luc her previous boyfriend ended up dead instead, her latest squeeze Jensen also was on Jacks list but she won that one showing Jack up making her feel really good.
"One cup of coffee, two sugars, half cream." Tru ordered at the café diner. Thinking of Jansen she smiled at how sweet and innocent he could be. Of course these past couple of months he has become a little obsessed with the inner workings of actual death, people dying and asking questions about her whereabouts when she runs off to help people. So far she was able to stall answering or make really good excuses. He kept being insistent and moody about everything lately. Even in class he got angrier easily over the slightest mistake one of the group members could do. Yet other times he was sweet, caring and generous about everyone. So far though Tru's life was good as she sipped her coffee waking her up even further as she walked to class.
Phone ringing she answered it on the second ring saying, "You got Tru." "Hey sis, what's happening?" asked her ever caring brother Harrison. Smiling she answered, "All's good here, no problems today. Well that's hoping no one asks for help but the day just started, you?" "Same old, same old. Dad set me up with a job finding out when this stockbroker hit town and who he's spending his time with." He told her, always informing her of his business incase anything goes sour and she could fix it. She hated that his job was a bit dangerous but she'd let him make up his own mind. "Just be careful little bro. don't want to have to save your ass again." Tru came over the phone trying to convey her worries. Relaxed as he was he hardly took it serious, "Yeah, yeah! I'm a big boy who can look out for myself. Don't worry so much. Luv ya!"
Shaking her head Tru went into class chucking away her cup in the trash. Waling over to the gang she greeted them. "What's up my peep's?" she asked playfully as Avery and Timothy looked up at her in their respective lab coats. Both gave her a head nod and smile before turning back to the corpse on their lab table. Jensen already hands deep inside the dead man. Pulling out his hands the gloves glistened with dead blood. He stood their staring at it as if he were entranced by it. Tru came over and called his attention, "Jensen snap out of it man. Are you ok?" Eyes turning, he finally took notice of her as if she wasn't there before; He began to talk out of nowhere "It's amazing what the dead can teach us like so many ways to die, small to large. The body such a complicated machine, one loose wire and goodbye forever." She looked over to the other two lab partners and all they did was shrug at his weirdness. Teach walked in starting class making it impossible to talk to Jensen. She'd wait till later to get him alone and figure this thing out.