Slave to Destiny
Note: This contains no pairings whatsoever. Sorry. I tried to keep this as true to the series at the end of the first season as possible, and even when the second season starts, I won't change it. The only original characters will probably be the people who ask for help... and some others.
Second Note: Forgive any OOC-ness that may occur, I'm not that good at fan fiction.
Disclaimer: All the characters with the exception of originals belong to the rightful owner. I just use them because I love this show.
Summary: Tru wakes up from a dream one night, and she can't tell if it is a just a dream... or a rewind.
Prologue
"Tru..." a voice was calling her, and she looked around. The morgue? she thought distantly. All the lights were off in the building, and there was no sign of Davis. Or Jack. She sneered at the name. The bastard had murdered Luc. "Tru," the voice called again. There was something odd about that voice. She knew she had heard it before... but how... and where? Where was that voice coming from? "Tru." Tru stared. It had come from in there. The examination room. But how would she get in there with no lights on? "Tru," the voice said for a fourth time, this time it was much more urgent. She stumbled into the room, pushing the door of the office open. There, lying on the table was a figure. She approached it, her heart pounding. It was a woman she was sure she'd seen before. Then she knew. It was her mother.
"What... what is going on?" she whispered.
Then her mother turned to look at her. "Tru," she said, and Tru felt her heart stop. No, not now... this can't be real... "Stop him," she whispered and Tru felt the world around her rush away.
"Rise and shine, sleepy eyes," sang a familiar voice. Tru jumped out of her seat. Harrison was grinning at her, behind was a concerned Davis. She sat up so swiftly the two men stared.
"Rewind?" said Davis, still looking surprised.
"I don't know," said Tru. She looked at Harrison who had stopped smiling.
"What's the matter, Tru?" he said.
"I don't know... I had this dream... it was about mom," she said.
Harrison blinked. "Mom?" he said, the surprise in his voice all-to evident.
"She... she asked me for help," said Tru. "But this can't be a rewind, it just can't be. I mean, I'd know if it was... it doesn't feel like a rewind," she paused again and looked at Harrison. "Why are you here?"
"Jack split. Don't know where he went... so I offered to help. As long as I don't have to get near any dead guys," said Harrison.
Tru stared disbelievingly. Harrison, working at a morgue? Somehow, that just didn't seem like him. "What's the real reason you're here? I know you don't like this place."
"Real reason?" said Harrison, in what could have been mock disdain, "Tru, what more do you need? I've decided to help out; I thought you'd be proud." Tru and Davis exchanged glances. "What?" said Harrison, looking perplexed.
"Nothing," said Tru.
"Right... you up for a turkey sandwich?" he said, smiling suddenly.
"Maybe on break. Davis, I need you to help me with some things."
"Tru," said Davis, looking concerned. "Maybe... maybe you should take a few days off, this job alone is stressful... combined with your powers... and..." he trailed off, hopefully and Tru couldn't help but smile slightly.
"Thanks, Davis, but I can't quit. Especially... not with- with him out there."
The rage in her voice made both Harrison and Davis jump away. She had never felt this hatred before, and she could still see his sneering face leering at her...
He'll pay for this...
He'll pay.
She owed it to Luc, she owed it to the sight of Harrison dying on E.R. table.
But most of all, she owed it to her mother, and whatever message she was trying to send.
tbc.
