Disclaimer – I do not have the copyright for the characters etc. Just borrowing them for a while. The story is set after the conclusion of season one of the show.

It was also planned out and/or written BEFORE the episodes of season two were aired so I am well aware of the inconsistencies between this story and the actual wayin which Jack knows what he does. But since a re-write isnot very practical I will continue this as it is and possiblydo a season two compatible one later.

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The Other Side

Jack stood at the street corner watching Tru as she went into the morgue. Ducking out of sight he saw her turn around in the doorway as though sensing his presence. He thought perhaps that she sometimes did, but maybe it was just his imagination. He was watching her so often to try and determine her moves it was only natural that he would start to think she could tell when he was about.

He had seen the victim who had been brought into the morgue a half an hour before. It had been a road accident where the young teenage passenger had been killed instantly.

He already had the name and all the information he needed. He wondered if the victim would ask Tru for help or not. He spent most of his days running around the city, trying to anticipate which of the people who had died would ask for help. He was constantly at a disadvantage, even when he had been working with Tru. He never knew who it was that was going to be asking for help; consequently it was far more difficult for him to do his job than it was for Tru to do hers, at least on normal rewind days, if there could be said to be such a thing.

When it came right down to it, the only thing he had to guide him was his instincts and whilst they were not perfect they rarely let him down.

Something told him that the teenage girl was the one who was going to ask for help. She had not turned to him as Tru had described the victims did for her. But still, there was something telling him that it was she who would be asking for help, sending him spiralling back to the start of the day.

He waited for a while after Tru had gone into the building but there was no sign of his day re-starting.

Perhaps he'd been wrong. Perhaps it was not going to happen today.

Turning away he walked down the street and into a nearby bar. Ordering a drink, he cast a flirtatious smile at the blonde-haired woman who served him.

"So when do you get off of work?" he called over the sound of the lively music that someone had put on the jukebox.

"Not for a while," she replied, passing him his drink and taking his money.

"You want company later?" he asked as she returned from the till with his change.

She smiled and shook her head. He suspected she was probably being hit on by customers all the time. But there was no harm in trying out his pickup lines on her today and then trying again when the day rewound. Despite the delay he was still sure that it would. There were many advantages to be had for a man with his unique ability. If only Tru could see the potential power she had.

He wondered briefly, and not for the first time, if he had made a mistake in setting up Luc earlier that year. If it had been anyone else who had died, with the exception of her beloved brother Harrison, then maybe he could have brought her around to his way of thinking by now. It had been a method of proving his point, a way of showing her that she shouldn't interfere in the lives of other people. But maybe he had made the wrong choice when he had chosen Luc to take Harrison's place in the morgue.

He'd known there had been some history between Tru and Luc but he'd reasoned at the time that they couldn't have been that close or Luc would have known about Tru's secret long before that fateful day.

The woman behind the bar was busy with another customer when Jack began to feel the familiar sense of the world slowing down. He'd been right. The car crash victim was the one who was asking for help.

The barmaid turned to him with a smile as he felt the day rewind and she winked out of sight.

He woke up with a gasp.

The game was on.