Fatal Decisions
By Aurora IceTree
Chapter One
A cool wind filtered through the trees scattering crisp brown leaves to the floor. Crunch! Tru stepped into the steadily growing pile gathered at the foot of the steps leading to the morgue. It was a beautiful night with a dash of stars and a luminous moon. Winter was almost gone and Spring was beginning to take over. The bleak rainy day that was prone to this time of year was no where in sight and to top it all off Tru felt happier than she had felt in a long time.
She had a great new boyfriend, who had chivalrously offered to walk her to work and even gave her his coat despite the frosty temperature. Of course she wasn't completely over Luc, the one man she had truly loved, the man who had been abruptly taken from her, but Tru felt as though she was starting to fall in love again, and just looking at Jensen made her feel warm and fuzzy inside.
"So, this is my stop," Tru said, reluctantly letting go of Jensen's hand.
She began to take off the jacket he had loaned her, but her boyfriend stopped her.
"You need that more than I do, Tru".
"Aw, come on Jensen! It's like minus ten degrees out here! And you gotta walk, like, eight blocks home. I get to go in the nice, slightly warmer morgue, which I will be inside momentarily," Tru complained half- heartedly, as secretly she was loving how romantic the gesture was.
"Yeah, but you will need it walking home, like, four blocks," Jensen retorted with a smile.
"You have further to walk and I'll probably sleep at the morgue".
"I'm a guy, Tru, we don't get cold".
Tru smiled and ran her hand up Jensen's bare arm, which was dotted with clearly visible goose bumps.
"Ok, maybe I am cold, but I wanna be the perfect boyfriend. I've been given a second chance, all thanks to you! I don't want to mess up".
Tru's smile faltered slightly at Jensen's words. The terrible memory of his dead body resurfaced from the depths of her mind she had tried to bury it in.
Jensen only stood before her now thanks to her gift. Her calling. Although technically Tru had broken the rules by saving Jensen as his body had not asked for help, but Tru just couldn't lose another person dear to her. So she ignored the cosmic rules of fate and the consequences it might cause. Some might say she was being selfish, but Tru felt if she had just let him stay dead she would be giving in to the dark side. Jack Harper's side to be precise.
Jack was the reason Luc was dead and he would have caused Jensen's death too if Tru hadn't intervened. Despite their truce over Christmas, Tru would never completely trust Jack. How could she after all he'd done to hurt her? Much to Tru's relief she hadn't seen Jack since Christmas, and only a couple of bodies had asked for help, so she'd mostly had quality boyfriend time.
"Hey, you OK?," Jensen asked, concerned, when he saw Tru's smile weaken.
"I'm absolutely fine," Tru replied, smiling cheerfully once again.
She hugged Jensen close and he returned the hug. It was good to feel the comforting warmth of his body, especially after reminiscing images of cold cadavers.
"Well I should go before Davis starts to worry. You know how he is sometimes," Tru said, releasing Jensen.
"OK, I'll see you tomorrow". Jensen quickly kissed Tru goodbye and began walking homewards.
The young morgue worker headed up the gum splattered steps towards the dull grey building that was the semi permanent home to the dead. She reached for the door handle, then stopped. Tru glanced over at the retreating figure of her boyfriend.
"Hey, Jensen!" she called. He turned, a questioning look on his face. "Be safe!"
Jensen nodded with a smile on his face, and went on his way. Tru opened the glass doors of the morgue and went inside.
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The elevator doors opened with a soft 'ping'. Tru stepped out into the familiar grey corridor of the morgue. Everything about the place was grey, and it did nothing to help the depressing atmosphere.
The sound of Tru's heels clicking on the tiled floor echoed around the empty space. As she entered the autopsy room the door creaked in an ominous manner. Lying on the autopsy table, covered by a grey sheet, was a fresh corpse. Tru shuddered as she caught sight of the still form.
Usually, the sight of the dead didn't bother Tru, it couldn't for she had to work around them everyday, but something about this corpse sent shivers down her spine.
Tru entered Davis' office. Her friend was at his desk filling in forms, coffee at hand, a necessity for the graveyard shift.
"Evening, Davis," Tru said as she slipped off Jensen's jacket, "Who's the unlucky victim tonight?"
Davis looked up sharply. His expression was grim.
"Davis?," Tru asked, terrible thoughts flooding into her head. Something wasn't right.
Davis' expression softened slightly when he saw Tru's look of worry. He replied in a low voice.
"I don't know how to say this Tru...uh well, the body- the body in there..."
Davis was not known for being good with words, so Tru got straight to the point.
"Is it someone we know? Knew?" she asked, glancing over at the corpse although it was the last thing she wanted to do.
"Yeah," Davis sighed.
Tru was in the autopsy room in an instant. She reached for the edge of the sheet covering the body. It was all that stood between her and it. The body of someone she knew. Another person taken from her.
Davis appeared in the doorway of his office. He turned away as Tru began to lift the sheet. She gasped sharply as she saw the face of the corpse. It was a miracle she recognised him at all, for his face was partially mangled, but there could be no mistake. The body was none other than Jack Harper.
Jack... was dead.
Aurora Note: Woo so this is the end of my first chapter of my first ever fanfic! I hope you liked it and I should have chapter two up soon! ^_^ Please review if you like the story and if you can think of a better title please write a review and a title suggestion.
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