REVIEWERS:
Darklight: Doesn't she though? LOL I'll try and keep the chapters steadier from here on out; but my computer likes to make me want to throw it out the window sometimes.
Harry2: Don't worry. Tru will have her moments. Read on, I hope you like this chapter and thank you for reviewing all of them. I appreciate that you took the time out to do that.
coolhand: Thanks. I'm glad you like the way I did that. I see a lot of them that have Faith snatched at birth and I wanted to do something different.
Allen Pitt: No it was Faith with the popup. You'll have to read this and find out what happens. LOL Yeah that's what I was thinking. Get all the searching srap out of the way and just let them meet each other.
Sean Malloy: No, you're totally right! I never thought of that. Oh well. I like how this is going so I guess I'll collect my shattered ego and run with it. Just kidding :)
Charmed Angel4: Hope this was fast enough for ya. I know wouldn't it be terrible? I wanted the beginning to be really angsty. I guess it's working out for me. LOL I love CSI I wish I had TV so I could watch it.
Chapter 4. Please Ask
Tru and Davis were swamped. There had been a huge accident and there were many unfortunate victims to look after before they could go home.
Tru was examining the driver of the bus, when she heard David gasp. She turned to him and saw he was staring at the table,and backing away from it.
"What's wrong?"
He looked stricken, as if someone had slapped him. He pointed to the body he'd just uncovered.
Tru walked over uncertainly. She had a feeling she wasn't going to like what she was about to see.
She was right.
"How can that be?" Asked Davis. "You're standing right here."
"That's my sister." Tru breathed, Her eyes welling up with tears. "Faith."
She turned to Davis gasping for breath. "What happened to her?"
"She was riding a motorcycle on the highway. She was in the path of the bus." Tru noticed the name on the clipboard he held was Faith Wilkins.
Tears pouring down her cheeks, she stepped forward and touched Faiths' cold face. "Ask." She pleaded. "Please ask. I don't want you to be dead! Please!"
She was sobbing, and stroking her sisters' hair. Nothing. She started crying even harder and Davis attempted to take her away. "Tru, come on."
Tru struggled against him, and started screaming.
Faiths eyes shot open and she grabbed Trus' arm. "Help me!"
Tru woke up sobbing. She jumped out of bed and got dressed.
She found Davis at work and pounced on him. "Davis! I need your help."
"What is it Tru? Another rewind day?" He asked, noting the tear tracks on her cheeks and her red puffy eyes.
She nodded. "I have something to tell you."
Davis waited while she collected herself.
"I have a twin sister."
"You what?"
"You heard. Her name is Faith. She was kidnapped when we were five. The police never found anything,and no one ever called for ransom. But we were working, and she was here. Dead. She asked for my help, and Davis, I can't let her die!" Tru was getting hysterical.
"Calm down, Tru. What have you got so far?"
"She's on her way here. At about five thirty the driver of a bus is going to have a heart attack while he's driving. He'll lose controll of the bus and.. and..." She trailed off, more tears spilling down her cheeks. "I don't want to lose her Davis. I haven't seen her in seventeen years. I didn't even think she was still alive. And she'll die unless I can find her."
"Calm down. Do you know the number of the bus? Where the accident is going to happen?"
Tru nodded. "I remember it from the file."
"Okay, so there's a start. You know the name of the driver, so you can call the bus company and find out where he is."
Tru shook her head. "It was a tour bus. They're headed south to Disney. Davis there are a lot of kids on that bus too."
"Okay, but you know where and when this is going to happen. You can find the bus and stop it." Said Davis.
Tru took a breath and nodded. "Can you make some calls? Maybe try and get them to radio the bus to stop?"
He assured her he would try, and she gave him the information he needed.
Davis watched her go as he dialed the phone. A twin sister. He wondered if she had talents like Trus' rewind. Then he shook his head as he listened to it ring. No, things like that were rare. She was probably just as normal as any other twenty-two year old girl.
Later Tru called Davis on her cell. "Any luck?"
"No. They thought I was some crank just trying to trick them." Davis replied. "Sorry Tru."
"It's okay. I have three hours. I should be able to find it. Thanks for trying, Davis." She hung up and pulled out onto the road. She had filled the gas tank and was ready to go.
Unfortunately she couldn't find the bus. It must have joined the highway somewhere shortly before the accident. Tru was getting more and more nervous as five O'clock approached. She decided to wait along the road about a half mile before the crash site.
She waited and waited until she finally saw the bus,and then pulled out in front of it. She slowed her car and forced the bus to slow as well. It began to swerve, however and she cursed. The driver was having his heart attack. Her heart lurched. Her sister was somewhere close.
"Please Faith. Please don't die." She whispered.
She swerved to the bus' side and honked at the scared passengers, rolling down her window. One of the adults on the bus opened a window.
"The driver's having a heart attack!" She screamed. "I saw him in my mirrors! Someone needs to take controll of the bus, or a lot of people are going to die!"
She saw the frightned man set his jaw and move forward. 'Yes, yes, please let this work.' She prayed to whoever was listening.
The bus swerved shaprly, picking up speed, Tru was forced to the shoulder of the road, the side of her jeep scraping the guardrail. The bus was closing her in and she began to be frightned for her own life,when suddenly it moved back into the left lane and slowed considerably.
She sighed in relief and urged her car back where it belonged. She rode along as the bus slowed until it came to a stop. Other motorists were aware something was wrong and were staying back.
Tru put her car in park and jumped out, running to the bus. "Open up, I'm a doctor!" She said, pounding on the glass doors, while she dialed 911 on her cell phone.
She explained the situation to the dispatcher as she checked the driver. "He's still alive." Sshe reported. "Is anyone hurt?" She yelled back the bus.
Luckily there were only cuts and bruises and one broken arm. Tru sighed happily. Her sister was safe, and so were the children.
Faith screeched to a halt behind a car that was stopped in the road. The driver gave her a nasty glare. She ignored him and began weaving her way slowly through the jam.
She could see a bus stopped up ahead, and wondered what the problem was. She slowed her bike to a crawl as she heard sirens approaching. Someone must have been hurt.
She sat there with the bike rumbling underneath her as the ambulences approached. She wondered what had happened. The bus didn't look as if it had wrecked.
She was getting impatient. Two EMTS were loading the bus driver onto the first amblulence, and several more were helping people off the bus.
She froze when she saw a young woman get off the bus and move over to the jeep that was parked near it. She was so familiar. Fatih gasped as the woman turned and she saw her face.
"Tru."
Tru saw a motorcycle idling with a small figure on it and her heart stopped. Was it her sister? She couldn't tell because of the persons helmet. But that was soon taken care of because the figure lifted the helmet from her head.
"Faith."
Faith dropped her helmet on the ground and began to stumble towards her twin, tears blurring her vision.
Tru walked towards her sister. She was sobbing. They reached each other and stared for a moment before tentatively reaching out and touching each others fingertips. They each looked into the others face, identical smiles breaking out through identical tears.
A lot of people were watching them now, everything was very quiet. Even the EMTs were wondering what was happening.
They each threw their arms about the other and held on tight, crying out seventeen years of loss and separation.
"I thought you were gone forever." Tru whispered.
"Me too." Faith replied. "Me too."
Oblivious to everything else, Tru helped Faith load her bike into the jeep and they waited together, hand in hand, while the ambulences pulled away and someone began to drive the bus into the city.
AN: Okay, don't kill me guys. I'll have the next chapter up soon. Promise!