Tru Davies stood before her bathroom mirror in helpless shock.
Her hands shaking, she turned on the tap water in the sink and washed her face, splashing the water over her split lip and black eye.
Turning off the water, her legs felt like jelly as she crumbled to her bathroom floor and hugged her knees to her chest. Just six months ago, she would have never guessed she would be in this kind of predicament. An abusive boyfriend. Just a short six months ago, any man that would have beaten a woman, she would have beaten the man herself. She would have totally kicked his ass and would have taken great pleasure in it.
She would have never guessed she would be on the receiving end of that kind of beating. The feeling of helplessness a woman can feel when a man larger and stronger than you, who supposedly loved you, later betrayed that love in the worst possible way.
Why didn't she listen to Jack when she had the chance?
Her calling was to help people, to save those that died and asked for her help. But in Jensen's case, she saved his life when he didn't ask for it. Jack tried to warn her. She remembered he called it a "whole new level of bad" when she decided to screw Fate and save Jensen's life on a rewind day. A rewind that rightfully belonged to someone else.
And ever since he seemed to be completely different. The fun-loving, joking Jensen she first met was replaced by a soul-less evil impersonation of the man she once loved.
It was that love for him that kept her from breaking away completely. Because she always felt that the man she first met was in there somewhere every time she looked into his soul-less blue eyes. As she rocked back and forth on the bathroom floor, she tried her best to keep from crying. Now she saw why battered women put up with the battering. Because of love. Because they thought they could change the man. And a small bit of guilt that just maybe, they brought it on themselves. Which was exactly how Tru felt at this moment. She saved him, now she had to live with the consequences.
"Tru?" a soft knock on her bathroom door and a familiar male voice floated to her, but all she could do was sniff as she kept rocking back and forth, back and forth.
The door opened further and Jack poked his head in. Seeing Tru's injuries in a glance, he dropped to the floor next to her and placed a gentle hand on her shoulder. She didn't answer.
"Oh God Tru...what the hell did he do to you?" Jack muttered as he reached out and pulled her into a hug. Tru was stiff at first, not wanting to show weakness in front of her enemy, but Jack didn't give up. He changed position as he sat indian style on the floor, pulled her into his lap and held her. The tenderness and warmth finally seeped into her bones and heart. His shoulder was strong as she laid her head on it, his arms firm and secure as she let out her first sob. Then the dam broke, and the flood of tears was heart-wrenching to Jack.
He always had a respect for Tru Davies. Sure they saw life differently, but they also brought out the best in each other. They argued many times in the past about fate and destiny, and her conviction for her cause may be why he loved her so much. They both stood their ground, neither would give an inch, and both respected each other for their beliefs. For the most part anyway.
Maybe on this one thing, they can come together in some kind of agreement.
It took several minutes of sobbing hard and loud, but once Tru settled down to quiet sniffles again, Jack reached out, pulled some toilet paper off the roll and handed it to her. She took it from him, using it to dry her eyes and blow her nose.
Cupping her cheek, he met her eyes. "Tru... let me put it right. Just say the word and I'll have this taken care of for you, you know that."
She could see Jack meant every word, and if truth be told, his words touched her in many ways, but it just seemed so... illegal. Maybe because technically, it was! "I can't Jack. That feels like some kind of contract killing to me." She shook her head vehemently, brown hair tossing back and forth as her gaze fell to her hands. "I can't ask you to do that."
"No Tru, it's putting right what went totally wrong. Jensen was supposed to die. My job is to make sure he does. Pure and simple. And it's way past due." Jack crooked a finger under her chin and met her eyes again as he whispered, "It's what I do. Please... let me stop this. Once and for all. You can't keep going like this."
Tru's tear stained eyes met Jack's blue irises as she warred within herself regarding what to do.
Author's notes - Just a scene I had in my head. And I've rated this mature as a "just in case" measure later. Not even 100% sure I want to continue this, but if you like it well enough, let me know. And I don't own Tru Calling, nor do I make any money off the fics I write. I just use my imagination to play with my favorite characters. :)