Aurora Note: Final chapter enjoy! Sorry it's so long! XD

Chapter Ten

9.10pm

His head burned where the girl had hit him. Swanson could feel a trickle of blood streaming down the back of his neck. Fire smouldered in hiseyes. Orders or no orders he was going to kill that bitch.

Slowly, he stood and unsheathed the small knife from a hidden pocket in his boot. His vision swam due to an almost certain concussion, but nothing would stop him. He could see the girl and the target a few feet away.

Taking a step forward, gravel crunching beneath him, Swanson advanced. As he lurched onwards the girl saw the knife and screamed.

The high pitched sound hurt his ears. He'd soon make her stop. In his blurred vision he saw someone move.

He crashed into the person, knife piercing their flesh, the blade disappearing deep within their chest. It wasn't the girl, he could tell. No, it was the target. Stepping in like a White Knight, how...noble. At least one of his intended victims would be vanquished. Swanson had no time to killher now. No doubt the cops were already on their way.

Leaving the knife in the victim, carelessly leaving evidence that could be dusted for fingerprints, Swanson pushed past. The man he'd knocked out earlier tried to stop him but Swanson immediately tackled him to the ground with a drop kick. Not easy in his current condition.

He reached his car and turned the key in the ignition. The engine roared as the accelerator was shoved down as far as it would go. Pebbles sprayed as the tyres screeched across the ground, and then he was gone.

Police sirens wailed up the road, but by the time they would arrive the murderer would have vanished into the evanescent night.

~#~#~#~#~

It took a moment for Tru to register what was happening. She saw the knife. She saw Jack. Then she saw the knife in Jack, but no matter how hard she tried she was adding one and one and getting three. What was happening should not be possible, yet it was happening, and for the second time.

Jack was dying.

Her brain found a way to function again as he stumbled backwards. She caught him in her outstretched arms and sunk to the floor beneath his weight.

The knife protruded from Jack's chest. It looked so ugly and out of place, the tip of it's blade cocooned deep inside his body. Blood pooled out of the wound when it shouldn't have been, the wound should have been sealed to a degree by the blade. With a tentative touch Tru laid a hand on the hilt of the knife. Slowly, she eased it out. It slid out easily. Just as she'd thought the hitman had tried to pull it out after he'd stabbed, causing twice the normal damage.

She let the knife clatter to the floor. More blood streamed free of Jack. His terrified eyes gazed up at her form his head cradled in her lap, and with that the world snapped back into focus.

One plus one equalled two again and Tru's medical training kicked in. Stop the bleeding was all she could think when she knew there was something else she should be doing too. Jamming her palms over the gaping hole in the centre of Jack's chest Tru realised she was crying. In response to her action Jack groaned, obviously in agony.

"Call an ambulance!" Tru screamed over her shoulder at Harrison, who was staring dumbly at the pair.

She became vaguely aware of the sound of a retreating car, but then she felt a cold hand touch her cheek. She turned back to Jack.

"It's too late," he croaked, wheezing terribly.

Her tears intensified as did the pressure she applied to the wound.

"Please...you know it is".

"No!" She shook her head fiercely.

Crystalline tear drops spattered onto Jack's upturned face, which was streaked with tears of his own.

Tru had never wanted- no needed to save someone more than this ever before in her life. Without Jack she was useless. He completed the part of her life that dealt with do over days, dealt with saving people. He made her stronger and he'd offered to become an ally, someone she could count on, and now he was bleeding to death in her arms. Tru would be so alone in the world without him. Sure she had her brother included in her double life now but Jack had been a part of it for so long.

Not to mention the day had rewound so she could save him. I have to save him or it will all have been for nothing! She couldn't let the dark side win, even when it most definitely was. Jack had strayed from the path of evil and now it was taking its revenge.

Harrison appeared at Tru's side. He was shaking.

"Ambulance is on its way," he said , shoving his cell in his pocket.

Tru stared at him. The hand Jack had placed on her cheek had left a bloody hand print streaked by her tears. Her brother stared back. He saw nothing of his sister in her eyes. They were hollow and empty. Defeated.

She glanced back at the wound. Her hands were stained crimson as was Jack's shirt. The pool of blood beneath him grew larger every second. The force she applied to Jack's chest weakened.

" Give me a minute" she whispered to her brother.

He nodded and walked away.

"You've realised... it's useless?" Jack asked, his words slurring slightly.

His face was a sickly ash grey colour. The light in his eyes was fading. Each breath was more laboured than the last.

"Don't say that," she replied, eyes full of pain.

"I'm glad I spent my last day with you,".

A loud sob racked Tru's body and she pulled Jack closer to her.

"I'm glad...I'm dying...for you,".

Sniffing away her tears, Tru straightened her back and pulled Jack up close to her chest, cradling his head in her arms. He placed a hand over hers. He could hear her heart beating. A soft fluttering, so alive, unlike his own which was slowing to a dull thump.

"If you say you're dying, you will. Please don't say you're dying," she begged.

He liked it there in her arms, surrounded by her sweet scent, her warmth, welcome in the cold that had enveloped him. The initial pain he had felt was fading. His harsh gasps of air growing more shallow. He couldn't go just yet, he had to tell her.

"This is how it's supposed to be," he said in a barely audible whisper. "I never asked for help Tru. I'm not supposed to live. I'm just supposed to die for ...you. Two people can not have the same gift. Fate's decided it's Harrison's turn".

"Who said that, huh? There has to be ,more than just us with this gift! You don't have to die!" she cried angrily.

Jack laughed hollowly. It sent ripples of pure agony through him.

"This hurts so much more knowing you don't love me. That your tears won't last forever so please, please lie to me...".

"What?"

"Tell me you love me. I just want to hear it once".

Tru was shocked. She could hear sirens but they were too far away. Jack was fading fast. If she was going to fulfill the request of a dying man she had to do it now.

With as much feeling as she could muster she whispered. "I love you".

For a moment Tru felt as if the words were her true feelings. Did she love Jack? Or were her affections born from the fact he had sacrificed himself for her?

She leant forward and dusted a kiss over Jack's lips. He didn't respond.

"A kiss as well? My lucky day..."

His eyes closed for the briefest moment.

"I know it sounds cliche, but I'm cold, Tru, so cold".

"Hush," she replied resting her warm forehead on his frozen one.

"Just lie still, conserve your strength, everything will be alright".

"Yeah?"

"We'll be together Jack. You and me. Living in a house with a white picket fence".

She didn't know what she was saying. Her words of comfort were for Jack and herself. She needed to know it was going to be alright. She felt as though she was listening to someone else tell her lies.

"Perfect little dream..."

"Yeah".

"Was it always this dark?"

Tru looked around. The dusk light hadn't changed.

"Stay," she begged. The end was near.

"I can't".

"Please".

"Tru."

"Jack".

No reply.

"Jack?"

She shook him.

"Jack!"

He lay limp in her arms like a ragdoll. His open eyes seeing nothing. His breath stilled forever.

No, he can't be gone. He's Jack. Tru's thoughts swirled like a hurricane around her.

"I love you," she blurted, clinging to the faint hope that those three words he loved so much would bring him back. Nothing.

Harrison appeared at her side once again.

"The ambulance is here". She hadn't even noticed it arrive.

"Ask me, Jack. Ask me for help!" Tru cried, as Harrison pulled her to her feet.

She was blinded by tears. Her head was spinning. She couldn't hear him. Why wasn't he asking? Then Tru's world came crashing down and she was plunged int the safe haven of darkness as she fainted.

~#~#~#~#~

Several Days Later

Tru was in the hospital for three days. The first day she spent sleeping, the second day she spent crying and on the third, the doctors agreed to let her go provided someone came and picked her up.

She'd been suffering from exhaustion, numerous small injuries but mostly blood loss due to the veins she's severed in her mad attempt tp escape the handcuffs. Her ribs, thankfully, were not so badly damaged. Her body was returning to good health, but Tru couldn't say the same for her emotional well being.

She refused to let anyone visit her, not even Harrison, preferring the raging solitude of her white room, blank and clean, exactly what she wished she was. But she wasn't. Tru's heart was black with grief, her mind scribbled with the ink of loss.

Her tears on her second day at the hospital had been real. No matter what Jack had said, his death had affected her. Maybe her tears would last forever. The nurses had to sedate her for her hysteria was so intense.

The long hours spent alone had given Tru time to think. Thoughts of doubt swarmed her mind. What if I'd stopped him from leaving the apartment? If only I'd pushed him out the way. I should have hit that man harder. What if I hadn't fainted? Would he have asked for help? She needed to talk to someone, so when the doctors said she could leave, she called her brother.

Harrison sounded relieved to hear from her and he was at the hospital within the hour. When he found Tru she was sitting on her bed, hideous hospital gown gone and replaced with clothes a nurse had provided, knees drawn up to her chest, vacant expression on her features.

"Tru," Harry stated, smiling slightly.

Tru mumbled something in reply and Harry sat down beside her. She didn't look at him but just stared dead ahead.

"I'm not going to ask you if you're ok as you'll probably hit me," Harrison said. " So I'm just going to let you talk. That's why you called me right? To talk about...what happened? I figured you'd need you space for a few days...".

Tru remained silent. Harrison went over to the door and was about to go talk to the doctor when she spoke.

"He was in love with me".

Harrison returned to her side and put an arm around her shoulders.

"And...and now I can't stop thinking about him," she continued. " I don't think I loved him but- but I can't stop crying for him. Can't stop wishing I could have saved him. I didn't even like him!"

She stood up, her feelings pouring out of her.

"I haven't felt like this since Luc! My heart weighs a ton. I go dizzy when I actually think about it, a life without him. He didn't have to die! He didn't! And why? Why, Harry, am I so torn up about this?"

She faced her brother, tears rolling down her cheeks. Harry hugged her tight. She needed him right now. She needed her brother to tell her everything was all right and to give her answers to her questions. For once he actually did have answers.

"No one has to die, Tru. It's just fate. You feel this way because he was such a big part of your life. It's only natural for you to miss him, he's always been there for so long. He died so you live, he saved you so you can continue saving others, you have to move on and do what you do. You owe Jack that. But don't forget him. Think of his death and let it make you stronger, not sad. Besides, if he hadn't died I wouldn't have the gift now, I wouldn't be able to help you".

Harry trailed off, blushing slightly at his speech.

"Thanks, Har," Tru said looking up at him, her tears halted. "You're pretty awesome some of the time, you know".

"Some of the time?"

She laughed, a good sign. "You're also so very male sometimes".

Harry rolled his eyes and steered Tru towards the door. "Let's get out of here already!"

~#~#~#~#~

Jack's Funeral

A week went by and Jack's death continued to hang over Tru like a heavy rain cloud. All she wanted was to forget that night but everywhere she turned she was reminded of it.

Her interview with the police had been the worst. She'd had to recall all the events of that day- edited of course- she couldn't tell them the truth, they'd have thrown her straight into the mad house. She knew it was necessary to tell them as much as possible if they were going to catch Jack's killer. They were on track towards an arrest seeing as fingerprints had been successfully taken from the murder weapon. Part of Tru hoped they wouldn't catch the guy just so she wouldn't have to go to the trial and relive everything again. Not that she wasn't already. Nightmares plagued her sleep so often she was afraid to close her eyes.

Jack was still on her mind but she did as Harrison said and tried to make her thoughts of him positive (not easy when he was such an annoyance), tried to use her memories of him to make her stronger. Then came the day of his funeral.

Distant relatives of Jack's had been tracked down, his immediate family untraceable, an aunt and uncle from Illinois stepped in, very religious and they saw it as their Christian duty to give him a proper send off. Jack had died with barely a penny to his name. When Tru and Harry went to clear his apartment they found an eviction notice on the door and his possessions in the trash. It was mostly junk but Tru snagged a couple of keepsakes.

The turn out at the funeral was minimum, the aunt and uncle, Tru and Harry, Davis and a couple of men Jack drank with at his local haunt. Jensen showed up just before the service began. He'd been extremely over protective of Tru since she'd left the hospital, rarely leaving her alone. They still hadn't talked about what happened but he didn't push her for answers.

He slipped onto the empty seat beside Tru and took her hand, giving it a comforting squeeze. She smiled gratefully. The vicar began the service, his dull voice echoing around the tiny church. The aunt began to weep and Tru doubted she had even known Jack. A few tears of her own escaped but that was all she allowed. She was done crying, she had to be strong now.

The coffin was closed casket- a small relief for Tru. She didn't think she'd be able to cope if she saw Jack again. This kind of funeral was definitely not what he would have wanted. Tru could almost imagine him springing back to life and demanding the vicar to stop.

Half way through they were interrupted by a loud creak as the old wooden doors swung open and Carrie stalked in, heels clicking on the stone floor, Richard trailing behind her. What are they doing here? Tru thought, suspiciously. It was possible, even though it wasn't likely, that Richard was there to comfort his daughter, but Carrie had no business there. Tru glanced at Harrison to find him pale faced. Wait a minute...could Dad and Carrie have something to do with Jack's death?

For the rest of the service Tru squirmed in her seat, eager to ask Harry what he knew that she didn't. She hoped with all her heart her suspicions were wrong.

~#~#~#~#~

It began to rain as Jack's simple wooden coffin was lowered into his eternal resting place. Heavy bulbous drops splattered onto the wood. At least the heavens were crying for him.

The coffin landed with a muffled thud and one by one the mourners stood at the edge of the hole and dropped flowers they were holding onto the coffin. Tru hesitated before she threw hers. She'd been tempted to kiss the petals before letting it go, lingering feelings she still had for Jack, but she couldn't, not with Jensen watching her so intently.

The grave diggers began to refill the grave, soil pouring into the hole. The mourners dispersed, but Tru remained at the grave side, staring at the coffin as it vanished. Jack was really gone.

Tru wandered over to her brother who was waiting with an umbrella, black like the sky which continued to weep.

"What's going on, Harry? I saw the look on your face when Dad and Carrie walked in".

This was the moment Harry had been dreading all week. To tell the truth or to not tell the truth? It was such a hard decision.

"Dad's not involved, but Carrie..."

Harry was lying to her again. He didn't want to but she'd been hurt enough, and Carrie was toying with Davis and Tru cared about Davis a lot. He owed it to both of them to reveal her true face. So he put on his poker face and lied.

"On day one I saw Carrie in a bar with Jack. He left, then I saw her call someone. It must have been the hitman".

"What!"

"That's what I saw".

"But on the rerun day Jack didn't meet Carrie anywhere. He was with me all day".

"Then she must have planned it before they met".

"You're sure it was her?"

"Positive, but why would she want to hurt Jack".

"Doesn't matter. Excuse me a sec".

Hot anger tore through Tru like a volcanic eruption. Carrie had been playing them all for fools! She'd trusted her! She'd even liked her! But she ordered Jack's death. Tru didn't have any evidence, only Harry's word, but she trusted her brother with her life. She would make the bitch pay.

"Hey, Carrie!" Tru called, racing across the wet grass towards the older woman.

"Tru, I'm so sorry-"

"Cut the crap! You had Jack killed!"

A gasp went through the small crowd of mourners. Jensen moved closer to Tru. Davis moved closer to Carrie. Harrison looked guilty and Richard watched cautiously. Was Carrie going to blow their secret?

"What makes you think that?" Carrie replied cooly.

"Harrison saw you call the hitman!"

"Is this true, Carrie?" Davis asked, a hurt expression on his face.

"Of course not! She's gone cray with grief! Just go home little girl and cry in the corner," Carrie sneered, finally revealing her demonic side.

"Oh I'll show you crazy," Tru retorted.

Her fist snapped out, hitting Carrie straight in the eye. She staggered back. Davis caught his girlfriend, horror on his face. Tru was about to strike her again when Jensen grabbed her arms holding her back.

"Tru!" Davis cried.

Jensen laughed, a reaction he couldn't control. Harrison was smiling too. Carrie straightened and glared at Tru with malice. She spun on her heel and marched towards her car, Davis trailing after her.

"I don't think I should have done that," Tru whispered.

"It was sure as hell funny though," Jensen laughed, puling Tru into a hug.

"I can't believe she was evil all this time!"

"Do you think she did it?"

"I'm not sure, but now we've seen her true nature..."

"It'll be ok," her boyfriend reassured her.

Tru smiled at Jensen and he smiled back, his smile full of love and acceptance and that's when she knew. She knew she had to tell him.

She glanced around to make sure no one was in earshot. "Jensen, I have something to tell you...".

~#~#~#~#~

Harrison watched his father stroll across the graveyard. His hands were shoved deep in his pockets, shoulders hunched, his black attire drenched with rain. It was the first time Harry had seen him since that day. A week ago he'd been afraid of his father, now he had to put things straight.

"Dad!" Harry called, running over to him. Richard was about to get into his car.

"Not now, Harrison," he said, sliding into the driver's seat.

Harry opened the door and sat down next to his father. Richard sighed.

"What do you want?"

"Last time we spoke it wasn't under the best circumstances".

"No it wasn't".

"You tried to make me kill Jack, Dad".

"You seemed happy enough to do so".

"I didn't kill Jack, but you hired the hitman that did".

"Are you threatening me, Harrison?"

Harry laughed and ran a hand through his hair, which was flattened to his head, his action leaving his hair spiked up.

"I'm telling you to back off. Leave me and Tru alone. I didn't tell her the truth, just imagine what she'd do if she knew. It would be nothing compared to what I can do".

His threats were hollow, but Harrison just hoped they would be enough.

"All right. I'll stay away. For now. You'll come crawling back to me one day, son," Richard spat with menace.

Harry quickly exited the vehicle.

"Oh and one last thing, Dad," Harry said, hand on the door ready to slam it shut. "If you ever feel like coming round to my place to finish me off, don't bother. Your key is useless now, I changed the locks".

He slammed the door in his father's face before he could speak again. Feeling fairly triumphant Harry made his way over to Tru and Jensen. It never occurred to him by getting on his father's bad side he had unleashed a force of evil far greater than he could ever have imagined on himself and his sister and it would stop at nothing to get its own way.

~#~#~#~#~

"So let me get this straight. Dead people come alive again and ask you for help. Your day rewinds to before the dead person died and you have to save them otherwise something bad will happen or you'll end up repeating the day over and over until you save them? Am I right so far?" Jensen said, staring deep into Tru's eyes, hoping desperately that this was a joke, a sick and twisted joke, but still a joke.

He didn't care if Tru had gone nuts, he'd help her, he just needed to know she didn't believe the ridiculous story she'd just told him. But she looked so serious- she did believe it.

"Correct," Tru stated, reaching out to touch Jensen's hand. He involuntarily moved his hand away.

"And Jack died, asked you for help, and you tried to save him, but he didn't want to be saved. That's why he chained you to the fence to stop you saving him".

Tru nodded. Naturally, she'd left out the part about the kissing. She had a feeling she knew where this was going.

"I know it all seems....crazy. But it's not. Well it is, but if you'll just wait until the next rerun day I can prove it to you," she said desperately.

Jensen sighed. Maybe he should let her try to prove it, and when she couldn't...well he'd figure out what to do when the time came. He loved her. He trusted her. He was just a little bit scared of her right now.

"I believe you, Tru. I just need time to process it all, you know?"

"Ok," was all she said. She looked worried.

To reassure her he quickly kissed her. She smiled at him but doubt still lingered in her eyes.

"You're getting a ride with Harrison, right?"

She nodded. Her silence was a bad sign. Jensen had a feeling she though he didn't believe her. He wanted to tell her over and over he did, but her secret was so big. It was a matter of life and death! He couldn't even begin to understand what Tru went through. It was such a big responsibility, but he didn't know if it was real or just a figment of her imagination. Before he committed himself to fully believing her he had to see it for himself.

Harrison was approaching them. Flashing Tru a final smile, Jensen left her. If only he'd known her heart was breaking. And if only she'd known how he really felt.

~#~#~#~#~

Harrison didn't realise Tru was crying until she sniffed loudly. Her tears had been hidden amongst the rain drops on her cheeks, but now they were so obvious.

"Tru!" he cried, alarmed. He'd thought her tears for Jack had finally stopped. Or were these tears for another reason?

She threw herself at her brother, burying her head in his soggy clothes. She nearly knocked the umbrella from his hand. It was useless, seeing as he was already drenched so he dropped it so he could hug his sister properly.

"I-I told him a-and now I th-think I scared-ed him away!" Tru sobbed.

"You told Jensen about your gift?"

"Y-yeah".

"Did you tell him about me? About Jack? Did you tell him he died once?"

"I left those little details out...".

"You're gonna have to tell him now".

"That's of he doesn't have me carted off to the looney bin".

"He wouldn't do that, would he?"

"I don't know".

Harry let go of Tru and looked at her tear stained face. She wiped her eyes and smiled weakly. Her gaze shifted to the fresh grave behind them.

"He didn't even get a decent funeral," she said quietly, meaning Jack.

"Did he deserve one?"

"Yeah, he saved me remember?"

"Oh yeah".

"Idiot".

Tru walked over to the shiny new headstone. It simply read: 'Jack Harper' and the dates of his birth and death. No sentimental message. No flowers.

"I guess these are the consequences of our decisions".

"Our fatal decisions".

The siblings thought of their conversations, Harrison's with his father, Tru's with Jensen. Both regretted what was said in those conversations. It looked as though there were still consequences to come, but maybe this time the outcome wouldn't be so deadly.

The rain suddenly stopped and the sun broke through the clouds. The future suddenly looked a lot brighter.

~#~THE END~#~

Aurora Note: Gosh that was such a long chapter! Hope it was't too boring!

First things first! To all the Tru/Jack fans out there PLEASE STOP CRYING! I am writing an alternate ending full of Tru/ Jack! I still don't like the pairing but Jack is one of my fave characters to it was heart breaking for me to kill him off ;_; And just because a character is dead doesn't mean they can't be in the sequel. There's the possibility of dreams/ flash backs/ ghosts/ hallucinations/ faked deaths (not so subtle hints by the way...O.o)

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