Title: How you remind me
Rating: T
Pairing: Jack/Tru
Disclaimer: I do not own any of the characters or anything else from Tru Calling. I do not own the song either.
Summary: She always has to say something to remind him of who he is. She will never let him forget what he is and always will be. Jack's thoughts about how Tru sees him.
AN: Yet another Jack/Tru story lol! I was listening to the song How you remind me and it gave me the idea to write this.
Never made it as a wise man,
I couldn't cut it as a poor man stealin'.
Tired of livin' like a blind man,
I'm sick of sight without a sense of feelin,
And this is how you remind me
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
This is how you remind me
Of what I really am
---This is how you remind me by Nickleback
Jack's Pov:
"Your an unfeeling bastard." I take a sip of my whiskey as I contemplate her words and their meaning. I suppose I could see why she would think I don't feel anything. I did kill her boyfriend. Well technically I only put him in the situation to be killed; I didn't pull the trigger myself. I had given her a chance to make it so the situation had a happy ending but she refused.
I had been willing to let her save Harrison if she agreed to never save anyone else again. I thought it was a fair trade. She would get to keep her brother alive and well; in return she would stop screwing around with fate. Did the girl go for it though? Of course not, she had to try and play the hero. I had warned her and she chose to ignore it. Her boyfriend payed the price. Tru had to learn the hard way that you can't have both a normal life and a secret idenity. She was no Clark Kent and she wasn't indestructable either. She had a weakness and it was me. I was her Kryptonite and she was mine.
"I am nothing like you." How wrong she was. Tru Davies was exactly like me. Only I had embraced what I was. I played by the rules even if Tru didn't beleive there were rules. The universe had a grand design and Tru was screwing it up. Humans are not meant to change the rules of destiny. The balance was what mattered, if it was tipped it could destroy everything.
Tru and I may fight for different reasons but in the end they are all the same. I am not so naive that I don't see how Tru sees her calling. Tru thinks she is doing the right thing. She is doing her part to keep the balance of nature, even if she is doing it the wrong way. If she could just be shown reason it would make things much simpler for the both of us.
"Your so buisy trying to perserve death that you've forgotton what it feels like to live Jack." That was not even remotely close to true, no pun intended. I lived more than most people because I knew how close death was each day. She didn't know a damn thing about me. She only saw what she wanted to see.
I grasp my glass tightly in my hands. "You don't love anybody but yourself. You try so hard to keep people out. Well congratulations you got your wish." She had the nerve to say I didn't let people in? I had tried to let her in. I trusted her more than I had anyone else. She was the one who pushed me away, not the other way around.
"I can't be with you Jack."
"Why?"
"Because when I am with you I forget who I am."
"Is that so wrong Tru? We all need to forget."
"People's lives depend on me Jack and I can't let my feelings you get in the way of my calling."
"You don't want to end it this way Tru."
"Is that a threat?"
"It's a promise Tru. You couldn't walk away before; what makes you think you can this time?"
"It's survival 101. If I stay I'll die. I can't live like this Jack. This- whatever it is, is killing me."
Then she had walked out my door for what felt like the millionth time. She would be back I knew she would be. Every few months she tried to gather the strength the leave but it never lasted. She couldn't fight the connection between us. Neither of us could break the chains that tied us down to eachother. I had given up trying and just went with the flow. Trru wouldn't do that, she would fight with all her power probably up until the day she died.
I look down at my nearly empty glass and stand so I can refill it. It would be a few days until Tru came home where she belonged. Until she did grace me with her company I would have to settle for whiskey. I swallowed the last gulp and relished the burning in my throat. If I could drink enough I would be able to forget what I was, even if it were only for a few hours. I needed to forget everything because soon enough she would once again remind me of who and what I was.
End!
AN: I wasn't really sure about this one. It seemed a bit lacking but I guess it is ok. Let me know what you think.