When the Sun Comes Out at Night

By: Stargazer-Lillies

Author's Note: I'm on to new territory in fan fiction writing. Never wrote one that wasn't about Gilmore Girls… Oh and I haven't seen the very last episode of Tru Calling yet…those TV people just keep delaying it, so I pretty much get that Jack and Tru had a moment of understanding with each other…so I'll just make it up from there.( JackTru)

Disclaimer: I do not own Tru Calling. Insert Clever Remark Here.

Rating: T? What's with the crazy new fangled ratings?

Tru awoke suddenly. No, it wasn't a rewind day. That wouldn't last for long though. She'd been exhausted saving people all week. Now it was Friday, and she just wished she could get some sleep. However, she continually had nightmares now and they were getting worse. Ever since she'd saved Jensen, it was as if he remembered dying. She was beginning to wonder if Jack's ramblings about how she'd messed with the universe had a ring of truth to them.

She sat up and brushed the hair out of her eyes. She had a class today. Goody, more cadavers. It wasn't as if she wasn't used to dead people, obviously, but she was really dreading people asking for her help. This wasn't like her at all, but she couldn't stop worrying about Jensen. Could she protect him forever? She climbed out of bed and got ready for class.

Just before she reached the school, she noticed a familiar face leaning up against a tree.

"Jack." Tru greeted him. "It isn't a rewind day, what are you doing here?"

"Oh," Jack started, charm oozing from his voice, "I just came here to congratulate you on once again disrupting the order of the universe. You're what? Four for four, this week? Very impressive, really, but you see my boss is getting extremely impatient." Tru scoffed.

"Your problem, not mine. I'm just doing the right thing you know, saving people" Tru paused. "You can't even help the people who ask you for it"

"That was low, even for you." Jack grimaced.

"Oh, don't even get me started." Tru glanced around. "Look, I got to go to class, so if there happens to be a point to this meaningless conversation, besides the usual righteous talk, I'd like to know now."

"It's about Jensen."

"Come on, Jack. I don't want to talk about Jensen. You lost. Get over it."

"I didn't lose, Tru. It was over before it even started."

"Exactly. He lived, I saved him. It's done."

"Having any strange dreams lately, Tru?" Tru looked at him strangely.

"How could you possibly know about that? Are you a psychopath stalker too?"

"No, Tru. I'm having them too." He smiled menacingly at her. Tru scoffed at him again and started to stomp away.

"I'm leaving." Jack followed her.

"Can't you see what this means Tru? He was supposed to die. I know it. Fate knows it, and I think even you know it." He stopped at watched her walk into the school, not turning back. He turned and walked away.

Tru walked into the school, with a pained expression on her face. She couldn't let Jensen die again. But those dreams… Jack was just playing with her mind. He was constantly doing that. She continued into the class.

"Hey guys" Tru greeted her lab partners. Jensen smiled.

"Hey Tru." They embraced, and Tru got ready for class.

"So…" Jensen began, "I had a really bizarre dream last night."

"Really…" Tru said.

"Yeah" Jensen continued. "See you were in it and we were walking down the street and you said you wanted this doctor's bag, right? So I go back to the store to get it, and this guy's robbing the place, and he shoots me. And it felt so real."

Tru looked horrified. All the colour drained from her face. She had to see Davis.

"I gotta go." Tru said and ran out of class.

AN: Sorry, short right? But I need some more inspiration, so I can make this story really good.