Tru is missing Luc but discovers that a day out with Davis is just what the doctor ordered!

Author's Note: This little tale takes place after Tru and Luc break up, but before he dies. This is also the first TC fic I've ever done, so all I ask is that whomever reads (and happens to review) is kind and remembers, THIS IS THE FIRST ONE I'VE DONE!

All right, now that that's out of the way, let me just say that I happen to love the prospect of Tru and Davis getting together. She's strong, but due to the nature of what she has to go through needs someone by her side, someone who shares her secret, and can stand by her and give support, and all that.

Plus, Zach Galifianakis is simply sex on legs! Lol

But I digress. So, enjoy this and perhaps there will be more.

Tru Calling is the property of not me; don't sue. The tiny snippet of prose at the end is from a Dido song, which of course I don't own either.

A Day With Davis

Some days I like getting up at the crack of dawn; some days I don't. This day was one of the latter. I decided to just lay in bed and think about my life for a while. What had happened with Luc. I wasn't sure if we could even salvage a friendship; it seemed like every time we met, things were always strained. He was still making those subtle barbs about my sudden vanishing acts. I was still going through my whole apologetic-sorry-I-have-to-go dance, and why? It wasn't like we were together anymore. Why had I found it so damn hard to tell him?

It's not like he wouldn't have understood.

Yeah, right.

File that under idiotic assumptions.

He probably wouldn't have understood. Somehow, I just don't think there was a part in him that would have faith that I was telling him the truth. I couldn't let him in, and my fear of losing him caused me to...lose him.

How screwed up is that?

I got out of bed and went out in search of coffee. This was probably not the day for introspection, and to tell the truth, I'm more of a doer than a thinker, anyway. The phone rang, and since this wasn't a rewind day, I wasn't much in the mood for conversation. But I answered it anyway.

"Tru? Are you there?" It was Davis.

Well, that wasn't exactly an unwelcome voice. "Yeah, what's up?"

"I was uh, wondering if maybe you wanted to do something later. I mean, I know it's your day off and all, but....um..well cough"

Do I really need this so early in the morning, I wonder. It is my day off, after all, and while Davis is really, really nice, he's a reminder. Of work, and of my...extracurricular activities.

And of my mother.

While those thoughts are floating around in my mind, I also recall that he is one of the few that know. The first to know. And he cares. He really, really cares. Without him, it would be nearly impossible to do what I do without going insane.

"What's the plan," I ask.

"Well, a few films have come out, and I wanted to see if you...well, wanted to check them out. There's supposed to be a whole Kirasawa retrospective at the Metro, and they've remastered them. It's going to be really good."

He had been going on for almost two minutes without taking a single breath; it was really kind of humorous.

And sort of cute, too.

I couldn't help but be touched that he thought of me to ask, and so the next words out of my mouth were,

"Sure I'd love to! Where shall I met you?"

So, four hours later, I'm driving across town to the Metro, a slightly sceevy theater in the Village. I walked to the ticket window, when a familiar voice piped. "Already got them."

I turned around and at first I didn't recognize him. First, he wasn't dressed in his all purpose wind breaker. He had on a pale blue sweater, dark blue jeans (had I ever seen him in jeans??) And his hair was combed up and back, away from his face for once. I kinda just stood there with my mouth hanging open, taking it all in.

"Hey, Tru, are you ok?" He looked worried, that's what's so great about him. He feels great amounts of concern, even in the moments when I'm just being a total spaz.

"Oh, no...I mean, yes. I'm fine." I composed myself and we walked in together.

Being in a darkened theater gave me the chance to steal more than a few glances at my friend; where did hecome from? I'd never seen this guy at work, that was for sure! The films were great, and after a while I even managed to look at the screen a few times.

Afterwards, we had dinner at this little Italian restaurant...nothing romantic, just two friends having a nice dinner after spending the day together. It was nice just enjoying great food and talking about anything and everything besides work.

Davis had walked to the theater, so I offered to drive him home. After all, it was the least I could do for such a nice night at the movies.

We got to his place, and I found myself wishing that I could come up with a good enough excuse to come inside with him.

Ok, Tru, what are you thinking? This is not some handsome stranger, this is your friend, your boss, not rebound boy. I shook my head, trying to rid myself of my less-than-pure thoughts.

I prepared to bid him goodnight when he asked if I wanted to check out his Farscape dvds.

I wasn't entirely sure what Farscape was, but the invite I would be crazy to pass up.

Two hours later, and I was fully aquatinted with Commander Critchton, Aeryn, and the rest. I reached over for more popcorn, trying to steal another glance at my boss-friend-?, noticing that he had the strangest look on his face. His eyes were open, but he didn't seem to really be focused on anything in particular. I leaned closer, worried.

A small escape of air as he sighed.... in his sleep. The living room seemed to be a little too cold, so I covered him with a blanket. I sat back, watching him snore with his eyes open until my eyelids drooped and sleep overtook me.

Sometime later I woke and looked over at him, still sleeping. I cocked my head, watching the steady rise and fall of his chest, trailing my gaze back up to his face. His brows weren't knitted together so he looked about ten years younger. I'd never noticed his eyes before, of course I'd never had the chance to study him this close, either. There was just the slightest hint of green offsetting the blue, which created a serene oceanic hue. His hair was tousled and the reddish highlights were especially....nice. I blinked, what on earth was I doing? This was Davis, my boss....and my friend, yeah, he was definitely my very good friend. I trusted him, and I knew he always had my best interest in mind.

But why was I suddenly seeing him in a new light? 'Ok, Tru. Think. You've been split from Luc for a while, you haven't had any sort of contact, you're just feeling a bit on the rebound,' I thought sitting up, trying to make sense of my feelings.

I turned back toward him, and watched him settle under the blanket more. In his waking state he was a bundle of nerves and reticence, but resting he resembled a Greek god in miniature. He slipped into REM sleep, his lips parting slightly.

I moved closer to him and reached out to feel the planes of his face, running over his softly fluttering eyelashes, tracing a slow path to his lips.

I leaned even closer and soon my lips were hovered over his. Had anyone come in at that moment, it would have looked like I was trying to steal his breath away.

When in fact, he was doing that to me.

I ran my fingers through his thick, honey-colored hair, savoring the feel of his lips against mine. It wasn't my intention to molest the guy, but a part of me realized that kissing him was something I'd wanted to do for a very long time.

I pulled away, catching my breath, opening my eyes.

Davis' were still open, but he was no longer sleeping.

I jumped back in shock, nearly falling off of the sofa. Davis caught me deftly, pulling me towards him. I swallowed, blinked, unable to look anywhere else but in his eyes.

"Tru, did I stop breathing," He whispered nervously. Damn, how in the world was I going to answer THIS one?

My mind raced, and I closed my eyes, trying to come up with a good explanation. "Um, well..." I replied, opening my eyes. His face was inches from mine, and he was holding on to me as though he thought I was going to vanish before his eyes.

"Tru?"

"What is it, Davis?"

"I don't think I'm breathing now," he said, kissing me with such fervor that any doubts I might have had before melted away. He may be shy and retiring in most things, but not in kissing. I'd never been kissed like this before and if the seduction he was weaving on my mouth was any indication, I could only imagine what the rest of him was capable of.

The closer you get

The better I feel

The closer you are

The more I see

Why everyone says

That I look happier

While you're around

The closer you get