Summary: Tru Davies witnesses a fight. Between two people using swords. When one dies and Day Two begins, she finds herself drawn into a world stranger than even she thought possible.

Crossover: Highlander, Tru Calling

Notes: Tru Calling was yet another show that Fox cancelled before its time. The bums. This is the first in a series of fics, continuing the storyline established in 'What are we gonna do now?' and 'Did somebody say something about not fading away?'. This takes place somewhere around April of '05.

Disclaimer: 'Tis the familiar lament: Theirs, not mine. More's the pity...

THE GUARDIAN CHRONICLES : WHEN CALLINGS COLLIDE

By screaminheathen69

Chapter the First

Tru Davies was fed up. Well and truly. Frickin' Jack. Oughta just shoot the bum. She sighed tiredly. Nahh, the day'd just rewind. Stupid destiny. Stupid Jack. Stupid... Whuzzat? Tru was walking along the boardwalk, breathing the fresh sea air and trying to clear her head. Somewhere ahead in the darkness, she could hear what sounded like metal clashing.

She walked toward the sounds, and stopped dead in her tracks, dumbfounded. You have got to be kidding me! Are they actually fighting with swords? Sure enough, two people were fighting down on the beach. It was like watching a martial arts flick. These people definitely knew what they were doing. Tru watched the swordplay, fascinated. It didn't take her long to realise that this was for real, that whoever these two were, they were trying to kill each other. She fumbled for her cell phone, thinking she should probably call 911.

One of them, a short blonde woman, said something that obviously irritated her opponent. Tru couldn't hear what was said over the noise of the surf and the clash of the swords, but it must have been a doozy. The tall man redoubled his efforts, enraged. She smiled, the result obviously having been exactly what she'd been hoping for.

They traded blows, thrusting and parrying so blurringly fast that Tru could barely keep up with them. She fumbled around and managed to misdial 911. Cursing, she cleared the numbers and tried again, one eye still on the fight.

The young woman went on the offensive, using her superior speed to keep her opponent guessing, then jumped, flipping over his head intending to land behind him and finish it.

But she didn't fool him for a second. He knew exactly what she was doing, and when she landed, his sword was already on it's way to her neck. Her head flew off, eyes wide with shock, landing a few yards away in the sand as her body hung there for a few seconds, then collapsed.

Tru fought down the bile that was rising in her throat, trying to focus on her phone to dial 911.

Which is when things got even weirder.

Jagged bolts of what looked like lightning started playing over the woman's body, striking out at the surroundings and hitting the man repeatedly. He didn't try to get away from it, instead standing there, a look of rapture on his face as he was struck again and again. Tru dropped her phone as it suddenly grew hot, overloading due to the ambient energy being cast off by whatever was going on. Tru finally had to duck, throwing her arms over her head as a random bolt struck the light above her, causing it to explode in a shower of sparks.

When Tru finally dared to look again, the man was gone. Standing up, she stuck her head out of the alley she'd taken cover in, and could see him quickly making his way on down the boardwalk. Shaking her head in wonder, she made her way over to the body laying in the sand. And I thought my life couldn't get any stranger...

She knelt down and started searching for the woman's ID, finally finding it in one of her coat pockets:

BUFFY SUMMERS

VICE PRESIDENT, GUARDIAN INC.

Man, and I thought I had it bad. Who names their kid Buffy? And why would the VP of a corporation be running around with a samurai sword? She looks like she's in her twenties, so where's her driver's liscence?

Making sure she memorised the phone number on the ID, Tru got up to go find a payphone, pausing to glance down at Buffy's head. The look of shock was frozen there, and Tru grimaced at the sight. Wonder what the deal was with those two...

No matter how many times it happened, Tru Davies would never get used to what happened next. The eyes opened and looked straight at her.

"Help me..."

Tru sat bolt upright in her bed. Sure enough, the day had rewound. She sat there, still stunned at what she had witnessed, wondering just how the Hell she was supposed to stop Buffy Summers from getting her head lopped off. She sat on the edge of her bed with her head cradled in her hands, trembling.

"Oh, geez, what kind of insane-o crap have I gotten into this time?"

I killed Buffy again... hehehe...

This'll be continued, eventually. I hope. You would not believe the case of writer's block I've had on this fic. Probably doesn't help that I'm working on a Stargate Atlantis/Battlestar Galactica (original) crossover, or that since Sci-fi started showing the new Doctor Who episodes I've been kinda caught up in that, as the fic I wrote will attest to. And then there's that book I'm trying to write. (Whose good idea was that? Oh yeah. Mine. Oi...)

So, anyhoo, please be patient with me. I haven't given up on this storyline, I just need to take a big stick to my muse to get her back on track.

Later ;)

'To thee no star be dark...'