A/N: Okay, so for Tru Calling, this is needed to take place later in the season. The only things needed to know are that Tru is no longer with the professor and Davis knows her secret.
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Buffy glances up and sees the shaken expression on Tru's face. "My bad," she mumbles sheepishly as she notices the dark look Willow is shooting at her now.
"I'm going to die?" Tru asks quietly, not looking at any of the others.
Willow stands up and carefully approaches Tru and sets her hand on her shoulder comfortingly. "I don't think Faith will let that happen," she tells Tru in full confidence that it is true.
Tru looks at the redhead and gives her a blank stare. "I need to see how Faith is doing," she says dismissively as she walks back to the spare room in almost a daze.
"I'm sorry," Buffy offers before the other two have a chance to ream her. "I thought Faith would have told her," she says.
"I think we should go," Dawn says as she looks down the hall where Tru disappeared.
"You're probably right Dawnie," Willow agrees.
Tru steps quietly into the spare room. She finds Faith sprawled bonelessly and tiredly unconscious across Lindsay. Lindsay sees Tru come in and smiles helplessly at her friend. "She just passed out," she whispers to Tru.
"You want me to help?" Tru offers smiling and trying to forget the news she just received.
"No, I think I'll just hang out here," Lindsay smirks as she shifts to make herself comfortable under Faith's weight.
"Okay. I'm going to kick out Buffy and her friends then head off to work, okay Linds?" Tru tells her.
Lindsay nods. "I'll see you later Tru," she says with a smile.
Tru walks out into the living room to see Buffy, Willow and Dawn getting ready to leave. "You guys catching a cab?" Tru asks idly as she reaches for her coat on the back of the couch.
"We were just going to walk back," Buffy responds, clueless.
"It's 12 degrees out and there is at least half a foot of snow out there," Tru responds, strangely not surprised by the blonde's attitude.
"She's right Buffy," Willow says to her friend.
"We aren't that far from the hotel," Buffy answers indignantly.
"You'll freeze," Tru shrugs, trying to get Buffy to see how dumb she is acting about the whole idea. "And I don't know much about Sunnydale, but I'm betting that the winter doesn't usually get below 60 degrees out," she counters.
Buffy sighs, defeated. "Fine," she growls as they walk out of the apartment, Tru behind them. "Where are you going?" She snaps, more harshly than she would've liked, at Tru.
Tru quirks an eyebrow with a slight smirk. "I have to be at work in 20 minutes," she answers slowly as she hails a cab for the three girls. "Safe trip," she tells them before shutting the door. She calls another cab, because there is no way in hell she is walking to work in the snow.
The Morgue-6:30pm
Tru is sitting in the office, making a paperclip necklace and brooding. "What's wrong?" Davis asks, startling Tru, who turns to him and offers an 'I-don't-know-what-you-mean' expression. He sighs and sets down his clipboard before sitting in a chair next to her. "You've been sulking in this office since you got here," he points out.
"My twin, Faith, is here because I'm going to die," Tru blurts out, not taking her attention off the paperclip necklace after her initial shock of him coming in wears off.
"Oh, okay," he draws out, not knowing exactly how to respond. "How does she know?" He asks curiously.
Tru sighs and sets down her handful of paperclips. "She is a Vampire Slayer and her friend, who is a psychic saw it happen," she blurts as if she was telling him it was going to rain tomorrow.
Davis' eyebrow furrow in confusion. "I…I…I…What?" He finally manages to let out.
Tru takes a deep breath. "That's what I said," she tells him. Finally she sighs. "I'll tell you what Faith told me about it and you can tell me what you think," she says and Davis nods. "So, when Faith was thirteen…"
Hotel- 9pm
Buffy is laying back in her bed staring at the ceiling. "What are you thinking about Buff?" Dawn asks as she sits down at the end of the bed and Willow looks up with interest.
Buffy sits up to look at her sister. "This whole thing with Faith is so much more complicated than I thought," she sighs.
"Tell me about it," Willow scoffs.
"I would've thought that she would've told me if she had been called before me," Buffy states, a little hurt. "Wait a minute," Buffy declares at having had a sudden revelation.
"What is it?" Dawn asks, curious as to the source of her sister's outburst.
"Lindsay said that Faith ran away in the middle of winter when she was fifteen," Buffy states as if that solved everything.
"So, what's you're point Buffy?" Willow asks impatiently.
"If Faith is about the same age as us, she didn't get to Sunnydale until she was seventeen or eighteen," Buffy tells them.
"That's right," Willow says. "She had to have been running for a little over two years," she replies in astonishment.
There is a pause where nobody knows what to say. "Hey Will?" Buffy asks.
"Yeah," Willow responds distractedly.
"What were you talking about when you asked Lindsay if they had been seeing each other in high school?" She asks, almost shyly and Dawn snickers.
Willow smirks at how dense Buffy could be sometimes. "It was kind of obvious how they acted that they were a couple Buff," she responds while continuing to smirk at her friend.
"Oh," Buffy says lamely before blushing.
Tru's Apartment-12:30am
Faith wakes up groggily in bed with her head resting on Lindsay's shoulder and with her arm lazily thrown over her waist. She carefully extricates herself from Lindsay's hold so as not to wake her up. Then Faith gets out of bed, feeling a little lightheaded, but tries to shake it off. Taking quiet steps, so as not to wake her sister up either, she makes her way to the phone in the living room.
After a moment of staring dazedly at the phone, Faith dials a familiar number and waits for someone to pick up. "Hello?" Someone asks on the other end.
"Giles, put Cordy on," Faith says, trying to sound commanding, but sounding more tired than anything.
"Faith?" He asks in a worried tone. "Thank goodness you're okay-"
"Please, just put Cordy on," Faith pleads, not wanting to drag this out longer than necessary.
"Um, yes, of course," Giles stammers as he calls for her.
"Hey Faith, how's it going?" She asks, trying to sound casual.
Faith sighs. "Buffy and Co. have already showed up. They came over to my sister's, whom I'm sure they told you about before leaving, apartment earlier tonight," she says to the other woman.
"I'm sorry, I had to tell them about what I saw," Cordy admits reluctantly.
"Don't worry about it," Faith brushes off.
"Are you sick?" She asks, suddenly changing the subject and Faith growls at her in response. "Okay, why did you call then?" She asks.
"I need you to tell me about the vision," Faith tells her as she sits down at the kitchen table.
"I already told you what I saw," Cordy says in a confused tone.
"I mean details," Faith sighs. "Like, where it took place. If it was day or night. Anything right now. I just need to know what kind of time-frame I'm looking at here," she pleads.
"Yeah, okay," Cordy agrees and then thinks for a moment. "It was inside definitely- a living room or den I think because there was a couch and a TV. I remember it was daytime too, so that rules out vamps, right?" She asks.
"Yeah," Faith responds, suddenly perturbed. Then an idea strikes her. "What do you remember about the…killers," she hesitates on the last word.
"Nothing much. They were ordinary looking. No scales, fins, fangs or claws from what I can tell. And like I said, it looked like a knife," se explains.
"Colonel Mustard in the den with the knife," Faith jokes weakly before going into a coughing fit. "Thanks Cordy. You really helped," she says seriously.
"I'm glad," Cordy replies sincerely. "You really don't sound too good. Are you okay?" She asks seriously.
"I'll be fine. I just went out for a brisk evening jog out in the snow," Faith replies derisively with a smirk. "Bye, talk to you later," she says.
"Bye Faith, take care," Cordy says before they both hang up.
Faith gently sets the receiver down and holds herself up with the back of a chair. "Hey you," Lindsay yawns behind her. "What are you doing up?" She asks, rubbing the sleep from her eyes.
"Had to make a call. What about you?" Faith retorts with a light smile.
Lindsay pouts. "Once you, not so stealthily, got up and left the room I waited for you to some back and you never did. So, here I am," she smirks. "Who did you have to call at 12:30 in the morning?" She asks suspiciously.
"My friend in L.A. that had the vision," Faith responds as she carefully walks over to the couch.
"Ah," Lindsay responds. "I know you'll be able to save Tru. If anyone can do it, you can," she tells Faith in a comforting tone as she goes to sit on the couch with her.
"I hope so," Faith murmurs before drifting back off to sleep.
Tru's Apartment-8:30am
Tru wakes up and moves to the kitchen on autopilot to make coffee. She then looks back over at the couch and sees her sister and her best friend asleep together on it…again.
Tru sighs. "Great, now I can't watch TV without waking them up," she grumbles good-naturedly to herself.
"Never took you as the type to still watch cartoons," Lindsay jokes from the couch. Tru jumps and Lindsay giggles quietly. "I've been awake for a little while," she explain.
Tru visibly relaxes. "Be quiet or you'll wake her up," she responds pointing to her sister.
Lindsay smirks. "In case you don't remember, Faith could sleep through anything," she points out. "You have work tonight?" She asks.
"I hope you aren't trying to get rid of me so you can get some," Tru states, quirking an eyebrow and Lindsay bites her lip so as not to burst out laughing. "Because, last time I checked, you had your own apartment, which must be gathering dust by now," she says.
Lindsay looks at her friend with an embarrassed, sheepish smile. "I was just asking because I can't remember you having a day off since you started working there," she explains.
Tru sighs as she sits in a chair. "Yeah, I have tonight off, but Davis has me on call in case something happens," she says and Lindsay nods. "So, what about that Buffy chick?" She smirks.
Lindsay rolls her eyes. "Kind of crazy I think," she reveals honestly.
"I think we should talk to her, the three of us" Tru admits.
Lindsay stares blankly at her for a moment. "Why?" She asks.
Tru sighs. "She told me that one of her friends had a vision and it turned out being of me being killed," she says softly, almost hoping that Lindsay didn't hear.
"Oh," Lindsay says simply, looking away.
"You knew didn't you?" Tru asks and Lindsay stares guiltily at the floor. "Why didn't you tell me?" She asks, hurt.
"Faith told me not to because she didn't want you to worry," she replies, feeling justified and Tru just sighs.
Hotel-10am
"Well, one of us should call," Buffy grunts in irritation.
"It'll just be weird. What if Tru answers? I doubt she'd want to talk to any of us," Willow points out.
"Still won't change the fact that we all need to talk," Buffy reasons. Willow reluctantly nods in agreement. "Okay, I'll call then," she sighs as she picks up the phone. She picks up the phone and dials the number.
"Hello," Tru greets as she picks up the phone on the third ring.
"Hey, it's Buffy?" She says on the other end of the line, now suddenly nervous.
"Oh, hey, we were going to call you guys later," Tru says into the receiver.
"Oh yeah?" Buffy replies skeptically. There is a moment of awkward silence. "Look, about what I said last night, I didn't mean to blurt it out like that, I thought Faith had told you," she explains regretfully.
"Don't worry about it," Tru brushes off. "Lindsay explained why they didn't tell me so it is kind of a moot point now," she says lightly.
"You sure?" Buffy asks.
"Yeah," Tru says with finality. "How about you guys come on over?" She invites them.
"Sure. We can be there in twenty minutes," Buffy tells her.
"Okay, see you then," Tru says right before she hangs the phone up.
"We're going over there. I said we'd be there in twenty minutes so let's get going" Buffy says as she turns to the other two girls.
Tru's Apartment- 10:30am
All six girls are sitting in Tru's living room. Buffy keeps looking between Lindsay and Faith (who are sitting together) and Tru with an inscrutable expression on her face. Tru and Lindsay politely ignore the look, but Faith sighs. "What's wrong B?" She asks impatiently.
Buffy blushes and then directs her question to Tru. "Isn't it weird that your best friend is dating your sister who looks like you?" She asks quickly in one breath, embarrassed.
Everyone giggles, except Faith, who rolls her eyes in amusement. After her laughter subsides a little, Tru answers Buffy. "I don't ever really think about it because Faith and I are so different," she shrugs.
Willow quirks an eyebrow. "I would never have guessed," she states sarcastically.
"We've hung out with totally different people since elementary school so we pretty much stopped thinking of ourselves as twins a long time ago," Tru shrugs.
"Except when we play practical jokes on…everyone," Faith interjects, earning a warning glare from her sister.
"But others still think of you as the same," Dawn points out.
"Please, Linds has been Tru's best friend since, like birth," Faith chuckles and Lindsay rolls her eyes.
"Faith and I didn't like each other growing up. What did you keep calling me back in middle school again Faith?" Lindsay asks with a mischievous glint in her eyes.
"The preppy brown-nosing teacher's bitch," Faith smirks, answering without hesitation.
Tru hangs her head at the display, but grins nonetheless. "And I called her the brain-dead bad ass loser," Lindsay adds.
"Yeah, I was in the 'preppy' crowd too, as Faith had put it so many times. We never would've hung out with each other in school," Tru replies, shaking her head. "They hated each other up until the eighth grade, the year after they were voted 'Most Likely to Kill Each Other' by the yearbook committee," she adds.
Faith lets out a full on laugh. "Yeah, the yearbook committee which you, Lindsay and my best friend Paul were on," she points out.
"What changed?" Dawn asks curiously. The other three are taken out of their little world and stare with confusion at the girl for a moment. "I mean, you guys hated each other then you suddenly started seeing each other," she clears up.
"We had Honors English together and were assigned to do a project on an influential British writer around the middle of the school year. Who'd we pick again Linds?" Faith asks.
"I believe that you were hell bent on us doing Jonathan Swift's 'A Modest Proposal'," Lindsay laughs. "I would've been appalled had anyone else had suggested it, but it seemed so appropriate coming from Faith," she chuckles.
"I am just a fan of irony," Faith jokes. Willow, Lindsay and Tru, who actually read it laugh along, but Dawn and Buffy are left clueless.
Lindsay rolls her eyes, yet again. "On the first night I went over to their house and said I needed to see Faith, the look on Tru's face was priceless," she giggles.
"Yeah, well it was a nightmare for me. For hours at a time, every night for three weeks straight, all I heard was giggling and joking around in the next room, it was a living hell," Tru sighs.
"She was even more pissed when she found out that we had been doing more than working on our project for those three weeks," Lindsay jokes and Tru scowls at her. She then goes serious again. "Faith was always surprising me though," she admits.
"How so?" Buffy asks.
"Well, all she had was honors classes, that was a big shock to me. She skipped every other day of school and not do homework, but she would ace quizzes and tests easily," Lindsay reveals and the others look at Faith, who blushes.
"You were in all honors classes?" Willow asks with surprise.
"Don't sound so shocked okay? I told you I wasn't stupid," Faith mumbles defensively, smiling weakly at Lindsay.
"It was weird because we found out that we had a lot more in common than we'd realized and things between us just…clicked," Lindsay continues wistfully.
"I think we were both reluctant to see it, but we eventually did and it was so strange," Faith says, shaking her head in amazement at how things used to be.
"They came out a couple of weeks after it happened. Everyone was shocked that the two most likely to kill each other ended up dating. That shocked them more than them both being to girls I think," Tru smirks and Faith and Lindsay nod. "Personally though, I thought it was a phase on Faith's part because our mom had died only three months before," she admits.
"You did?" Faith asks, stunned and Tru nods.
"You didn't think it was a phase for me?" Lindsay asks, almost hurt. "Do I project 'gay'?" She asks the others, who just look away.
"You were always checking out the other girls in the locker room," Tru laughs and Faith joins in. "Besides, I guess you just seemed to fit the part upon closer inspection," she adds thoughtfully.
Lindsay stands up. "What about Faith? She wore leather pants and hung out with guys," she all but shouts, flustered. "She was always smoking pot and partying with these guys at the pool hall and she didn't 'seem gay' to you?" She asks.
Faith smiles and gently tugs Lindsay's hand to get her to sit back down. "I didn't know anything about what Faith did or who she did it with. Everyone at school just called her a slut so I figured she must've been straight," she shrugs.
"Hey, don't call her a slut," Lindsay pouts as she shoves Tru.
"Defending my virtue is kind of a lost cause Linds," Faith says lightly, causing everyone in the room to laugh.
Tru snorts with laughter. "Anyways, as the shock of these two dating wore off, everyone noted how cute a couple they actually made, how they complimented each other. Whenever someone came up and said that Lindsay and Faith were the cutest couple, it made me want to gag," Tru says, scrunching up her nose.
"Especially if they thought you were Faith," Lindsay says and Willow laughs.
"Lindsay and I still hung out a lot, but she was also hanging with Faith a lot too. They would follow each other around like lovesick puppies, Lindsay more so than Faith. It was sad really," Tru smirks.
"Whatever," Faith snorts, lightly hitting the back of her sister's head.
"But, they lasted a long time and even I had to admit that they weren't the worst couple to come out of South Boston High School. At least until the middle of our sophomore year, when Faith took off," she adds.
"Faith's friends blamed me. They said I chased her off because I was clingy," Lindsay tells them with a frown.
They all lapse into silence again, not knowing what to says next. So, Faith leans forward in her seat and sighs. "So, what do you think we should do to stop Tru from getting killed?" She asks, surprising everyone, even Lindsay in her bluntness.
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Sorry about the long chapter. I am also sorry that this one focuses a lot on Faith/ Lindsay. Someone pointed out in a review about Lindsay dating Tru's sister who looks just like her and I felt compelled to explain it and get some Faith backstory in there. So, just wanted to get that out there so you didn't think I was stalling for being blocked or something.