Disclaimer: I don't own any of the Tru Calling characters. Except for Clay,
yes all of my faithful readers, very obvious that Clay is my sneak in of
Clay Aiken. Sorry, didn't want him to be a huge character, and I wanted him
in the story, so I just I gave him that name. I didn't want to have to
describe him; I'm lazy that way.
Tru didn't know what to do. She was left alone again with Davis's body, Clay had to pick up someone else. She wished Davis would just ask for her help. Why was he so quiet? He didn't need to be shy he needed to ask her! "Just say the words Davis, and it's done. Please!"
But Davis stayed quiet. Tru stood by him until Clay came back with the body.
"We have a male, homicide, stabbed. It was over in an alley, about a block from my apartment. Time of death, 10:56."
"Did you get a name?" asked Tru.
"Yeah, it was Carl Neeson. Do you want me to get someone else?" Clay said looking down at his feet.
"There is no one else, but will you call my brother and tell him to come down here?" Tru said, not moving her eyes from Davis.
Clay nodded and went to call Harrison. Tru needed someone with her, that's why she wanted Harrison. How could she do this? It would be impossible; she couldn't bare the thought of cutting Davis. She had to stop looking at him, so she went to the new body. When she opened it, she found another surprise. Tru backed into the table holding scalpels and it toppled over. It was the man that killed her mother. She clutched the side of Davis's autopsy table.
Clay came back into the room and saw Tru's frightened face. "Are you okay?"
Tru didn't answer, she just watched as Carl's head turned to her and said, "Save me!"
Tru sat up quickly and saw herself back in the office. She heard the sound of Davis's typing. Tru got up quickly and ran to hug him. She squeezed him tightly she had to save him.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" he said turning to face Tru.
"Davis, you died," Tru said squeezing him tighter.
Davis pushed her back, "Okay, explain?"
"It's one of those days Davis. I can't let you die; please don't go to the cemetery today. Please," Tru begged with him.
"Tell me everything that happened," said Davis starting to look concerned.
Tru backed up and looked at her friend, then began her story.
"I didn't ask for help?" Davis said after the story was over.
"No, he did. I can't help him! He killed my mother, and tried to kill me," Tru said.
"But, I was supposed to die. I'm supposed to die at the cemetery today. He isn't, you have to save him," Davis said thinking about it. "We're not about to cheat death, it's too risky. Haven't you seen Final Destination?"
"That's a movie, this is real life. Screw cheating death, I'm not going to lose you! You have no idea how hard it was just thinking about giving you an autopsy, it made me sick. I'm not letting you die!" Tru said getting angry.
"I'm not going to let you save me, I have to die today. It's the only thing we can do. So, I guess I better tell you what I've wanted to tell you since I met you," Davis looked at his feet for a while, struggling with what he had to say. "I wouldn't blame you if you didn't feel the same way, and there will be no hard feelings if you think it's weird or something, but I think I have feelings for you Tru. Not just friendly, but romantic."
Tru was taken back. They were talking about his death and then he said he liked her romantically. "Davis, this is not the time. You have to stay here."
"No, I'm going. And, yes it is the time. There is no more time. I needed to tell you that," Davis said starting to get embarrassed.
"Davis, don't talk like that. You are going to see tomorrow. Please just stay here," Tru said trying to ignore his last day crap that he was putting on her. He wasn't going to die.
"Good bye Tru," Davis picked up his briefcase. Before Davis walked out the door he turned to face her. He looked as if he wanted to do something, but then quickly changed his mind and faced the door.
"No!" Tru shouted and tried to stop him, but Davis ran out of the office, ignoring her calls. How could she save a man who wants her dead and then let her best friend die because he's seen too many movies? After waiting for Davis to come back for an hour, she then decided that she could still save Davis without actually being the one to save him. She called to cancel with Harrison, and told him not to go into the diner that morning.
"Wait, I needed to tell you...is this one of those days again?" Harrison said trying to retaliate.
"Yes, but today is different. Could you do me a favor?" when Harrison agreed she went on. "Follow Davis. He's going to the cemetery where his wife is buried. It's over on Green Street. If you see anything funny, abduct Davis. I don't care how much he fights you off, pull him into your car and don't let him leave. Oh, and try to be discrete about it."
"Sure, is Davis the guy you're saving this time?" Harrison asked sounding worried.
"No, he didn't ask. You will never guess who did though, the guy who killed Mom. How can I save someone like that? I'm going to try and prevent his death, but I don't know if I can. What am I going to do?" Tru said.
"Don't even try to help that guy! Save Davis, forget about him. He deserves to die!" Harrison said getting outraged.
Tru listened to the last part of Harrison's statement, no matter how much she agreed, it wasn't really her call as to who dies and who lives. "Who are we to say who deserves what? All I know is that he asked, and I have to save him. Bye Harrison," Tru said, more to convince herself than Harrison.
Tru looked in the phone book to find Carl Neeson. When she found him her blood curdled. She hated the thought of saving this man, and the thought of letting him die made her feel better. She had to shake the thought from her head. She wouldn't let the fact that he caused pain and suffering for most of her life interfere with what she needed to do. She would just think of him as just a person who she had to save, even though she knew she would never be able to live with herself after this day was over. She started to think about Davis, and what he had said to her. He liked her romantically? He was quite a bit older than her; he was working in the morgue when she was nine. How did she feel about him? She thought about not seeing him everyday. She couldn't bear to think of it. Was this love, or friendship? She couldn't think about it then, she had to think about saving Carl.
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Tru didn't know what to do. She was left alone again with Davis's body, Clay had to pick up someone else. She wished Davis would just ask for her help. Why was he so quiet? He didn't need to be shy he needed to ask her! "Just say the words Davis, and it's done. Please!"
But Davis stayed quiet. Tru stood by him until Clay came back with the body.
"We have a male, homicide, stabbed. It was over in an alley, about a block from my apartment. Time of death, 10:56."
"Did you get a name?" asked Tru.
"Yeah, it was Carl Neeson. Do you want me to get someone else?" Clay said looking down at his feet.
"There is no one else, but will you call my brother and tell him to come down here?" Tru said, not moving her eyes from Davis.
Clay nodded and went to call Harrison. Tru needed someone with her, that's why she wanted Harrison. How could she do this? It would be impossible; she couldn't bare the thought of cutting Davis. She had to stop looking at him, so she went to the new body. When she opened it, she found another surprise. Tru backed into the table holding scalpels and it toppled over. It was the man that killed her mother. She clutched the side of Davis's autopsy table.
Clay came back into the room and saw Tru's frightened face. "Are you okay?"
Tru didn't answer, she just watched as Carl's head turned to her and said, "Save me!"
Tru sat up quickly and saw herself back in the office. She heard the sound of Davis's typing. Tru got up quickly and ran to hug him. She squeezed him tightly she had to save him.
"Whoa! What are you doing?" he said turning to face Tru.
"Davis, you died," Tru said squeezing him tighter.
Davis pushed her back, "Okay, explain?"
"It's one of those days Davis. I can't let you die; please don't go to the cemetery today. Please," Tru begged with him.
"Tell me everything that happened," said Davis starting to look concerned.
Tru backed up and looked at her friend, then began her story.
"I didn't ask for help?" Davis said after the story was over.
"No, he did. I can't help him! He killed my mother, and tried to kill me," Tru said.
"But, I was supposed to die. I'm supposed to die at the cemetery today. He isn't, you have to save him," Davis said thinking about it. "We're not about to cheat death, it's too risky. Haven't you seen Final Destination?"
"That's a movie, this is real life. Screw cheating death, I'm not going to lose you! You have no idea how hard it was just thinking about giving you an autopsy, it made me sick. I'm not letting you die!" Tru said getting angry.
"I'm not going to let you save me, I have to die today. It's the only thing we can do. So, I guess I better tell you what I've wanted to tell you since I met you," Davis looked at his feet for a while, struggling with what he had to say. "I wouldn't blame you if you didn't feel the same way, and there will be no hard feelings if you think it's weird or something, but I think I have feelings for you Tru. Not just friendly, but romantic."
Tru was taken back. They were talking about his death and then he said he liked her romantically. "Davis, this is not the time. You have to stay here."
"No, I'm going. And, yes it is the time. There is no more time. I needed to tell you that," Davis said starting to get embarrassed.
"Davis, don't talk like that. You are going to see tomorrow. Please just stay here," Tru said trying to ignore his last day crap that he was putting on her. He wasn't going to die.
"Good bye Tru," Davis picked up his briefcase. Before Davis walked out the door he turned to face her. He looked as if he wanted to do something, but then quickly changed his mind and faced the door.
"No!" Tru shouted and tried to stop him, but Davis ran out of the office, ignoring her calls. How could she save a man who wants her dead and then let her best friend die because he's seen too many movies? After waiting for Davis to come back for an hour, she then decided that she could still save Davis without actually being the one to save him. She called to cancel with Harrison, and told him not to go into the diner that morning.
"Wait, I needed to tell you...is this one of those days again?" Harrison said trying to retaliate.
"Yes, but today is different. Could you do me a favor?" when Harrison agreed she went on. "Follow Davis. He's going to the cemetery where his wife is buried. It's over on Green Street. If you see anything funny, abduct Davis. I don't care how much he fights you off, pull him into your car and don't let him leave. Oh, and try to be discrete about it."
"Sure, is Davis the guy you're saving this time?" Harrison asked sounding worried.
"No, he didn't ask. You will never guess who did though, the guy who killed Mom. How can I save someone like that? I'm going to try and prevent his death, but I don't know if I can. What am I going to do?" Tru said.
"Don't even try to help that guy! Save Davis, forget about him. He deserves to die!" Harrison said getting outraged.
Tru listened to the last part of Harrison's statement, no matter how much she agreed, it wasn't really her call as to who dies and who lives. "Who are we to say who deserves what? All I know is that he asked, and I have to save him. Bye Harrison," Tru said, more to convince herself than Harrison.
Tru looked in the phone book to find Carl Neeson. When she found him her blood curdled. She hated the thought of saving this man, and the thought of letting him die made her feel better. She had to shake the thought from her head. She wouldn't let the fact that he caused pain and suffering for most of her life interfere with what she needed to do. She would just think of him as just a person who she had to save, even though she knew she would never be able to live with herself after this day was over. She started to think about Davis, and what he had said to her. He liked her romantically? He was quite a bit older than her; he was working in the morgue when she was nine. How did she feel about him? She thought about not seeing him everyday. She couldn't bear to think of it. Was this love, or friendship? She couldn't think about it then, she had to think about saving Carl.
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