Author Note: Sorry for the slow progress with this story, messy busy in the real world, and this story seems to take some teasing out of my brain, but I am determined to keep writing it so I hope you readers like it so far.

Disclaimer: I don't own either Torchwood or Tru Calling, please don't sue me!

Half an hour later found Tru and Captain Jack sat in an abandoned warehouse that he had somehow known was empty and safe before they had entered it.

Tru was curious about his ability to know that but it was at the bottom of a long list of questions she had for him. But somehow she just couldn't start them. Not that he seemed too busy to be distracted by them, he was sat on a crate fiddling with his wristwatch.

"So... erm at least it's cleaner than the alley."

He raised his head slowly to look at her, and as he did she saw a look of pain flit across his handsome features, but by the time he met her eyes it was gone again.

"Yeah. Glad you approve." He flashed her his cheeky grin again, but somehow it wasn't as convincing this time.

"Are you okay? You look troubled? And since so far really you have seemed to be in your element..." Tru let her voice fade away, she didn't want it to sound like an accusation again.

He was silent for a moment, but then decided that sharing with her was not only necessary but good for him, just this once. "You remind me a lot of a friend of mine. I was thinking about her."

"The woman who died at the same... who came into the morgue with you?"

He nodded.

Tru found the next words difficult to voice, partly from fear and partly from the strangeness of being able to say it, "In the morgue, when you both woke up you said... , "save her!" not a request to save yourself..."

He smiled at her and knew he was about to shake her view of reality once again and said, "I would always say 'save her' or 'save him' no point recruiting one of your type to save myself, no point saving an immortal guy!"

Tru started, but less than she would've had she heard somebody proclaim this a week ago, she corrected herself 'a week ago 30 years in the future.'

She sighed and summoned up the strength to ask questions she wasn't certain that she wanted to hear the answers to. "Okay; three things." He watched her look up at him, and felt her heart flutter as he gave her his undivided attention. Tru cleared her throat, "Right well firstly, you're immortal? But I saw you dead! You didn't have a pulse! Secondly how do you know we're in 1975, I mean I believe you but literally how do you know?" Tru felt her voice shake a little as she raised her third question, "And am I safe here, I mean technically I haven't been born yet... ?"

Jack considered her for a moment, and then mumbled, "You really don't know?"

"What?" Tru hadn't heard what he'd said.

"Well I'll answer your last question first, yeah you're safe. I don't know how to explain it but yes you're definitely safe... Let's just say your condition protects you." He looked on the edge of saying something else, paused and then said, "You're right though, I'm not immortal in the strictest definition of the word. It's not that I can't die... I just can't stay dead."

Tru tried to wrap her head around this, thinking aloud, "Like the six or seven stages of dying that Davis told me about..." This time it was Jack that was left staring, curious, hungry for information. He put aside his own question for the time being as he knew that right now Tru was still feeling very lost and confused, despite putting up a brave face.

"And I know we're in 1975 because of this," He pointed at his wriststrap, that Tru up until then had taken to be a watch, she walked closer to him and looked carefully at it.

"So I'm assuming that's not a watch, that it's not something I could get anywhere on Earth?"

He chuckled again, "Hmm, you catch on quick! Most people would've ran for the hills as soon as I admitted to being an alien! And yeah, it's not Earth technology, I used to be a Time Agent... Long story that one, but yeah this lil baby can do all sorts, including GPS and exact location in the timestream... I mean like the date."

Tru paused and then asked, "All sorts of things?" Tru paused, she thought of Davis and her brother. "Can you get me back home?"

"I can certainly try!" He flashed his big grin at her then added, "I hope so."

Jack considered that this was the second time he had crossed his own timeline, at least he wasn't in Britain this time! He took a moment to appreciate this girl in front of him, he was so vividly reminded of Gwen, the shock he gave her, turning her world upside down, able to accept so much but still struggling, feeling the ground shift beneath her. "So, Tru?" She seemed reassured by the sound of her own name, "Who's this Davis you mentioned?"

She seemed to consider her answer before replying, "My best friend," then whispering, "My saviour!"

Jack tilted his head sideways and gave a look that invited explanation. He wasn't disappointed. Tru's explanation seemed to burst from her, as if she had been holding it in for a very long time, waiting for someone, anyone, who could possibly understand. "He knew. He figured out what I could do, what was happening to me." Tru sighed, "Until he acknowledged it, I was sure I was going mad."

Jack chuckled again, but darkly this time and murmured, "Been there."