When the Sun Comes Out At Night
Chapter 2: Against the Darkness
By: Stargazer- Lillies
Disclaimer: I do not own Tru Calling. Insert clever remark here.
Rating: T
Tru reached the morgue, and thousands of thoughts were rushing through her head. Why did Jensen remember? Why did he know all of these things? She heard voices coming from Davis' office.
"So…um I was wondering if you'd like to come over again tonight." It was Davis who said this.
"I'd love to" Carrie's voice said. "I love spending time with you, Davis."
"Great" Davis said. "I need to talk to you about something important that I think you should know"
"Ok" Carrie replied "See you tonight then" Carrie bumped right into Tru while walking out the door. "Hi Tru" Carrie said but there was something strange in her eyes.
"Hi" Tru said and smiled nervously. Carrie left. Davis saw Tru standing in the doorway looking panicked.
"Rewind day?" He asked, looking over some paperwork. Tru shook her head.
"It's Jensen."
"What about him?"
"I've been having these nightmares and uh, he had a nightmare and it's like he remembers dying, subconsciously or something, I don't know. It's scaring me"
Davis shifted his weight on to another foot. He sighed.
"Well, Tru. I know you don't want to hear this but he didn't actually ask you for help so…"
"So, I should have just let him die?" Tru cried out, angrily.
"Well, not necessarily, but maybe you should consider the possibility that fate or whatever controls us is trying to tell you something." Davis said quietly.
Tru looked at him, shocked.
"Fate? You know you're starting to sound a lot like Jack." Tru accused.
"Well, maybe he has a point, Tru" Davis said sadly.
"I don't understand what's going on here. I thought you were on my side. You know the side of life!" She let a tear slip from her eye. "What am I supposed to do, huh? Is Jensen going to die again? Am I supposed to keep saving him over and over? What kind of 'sign' is this? 'Tsk Tsk, Tru, it's ok for now, but don't do it again?' Or maybe it's 'Bad Tru. You can't get close to anyone, because if you do, we'll take them away from you.'" Tru turned towards the door. "Tell me, Davis. When I walk out the door, is Jensen gonna drop dead? What's going to happen? When can I finally breathe a sigh of relief?" Tru continued out the door and down the hall, leaving Davis with a frown on his face.
Tru took a walk around downtown. She had to clear her head. She decided to grab a bite to eat at a local restaurant.
"Table for one, please." Tru told the waiter. He brought her to a table outside in the corner. "Thanks" she said and picked up a menu.
"Well, Well, Well." A voice said at a table across from hers, from behind a menu. "Who knew we both liked Italian?" Jack set menu down on the table and sat down at Tru's table.
"Why so, glum?" He asked her. "It's an off day. Why don't you enjoy the fresh air? Watch the little children playing in the park, huh?"
"I'm not in the mood for this, Jack." Tru said bitterly. "You're not my favourite person."
"I don't get it. Sure while we're on our job it gets a little intense competing, but why can't we just enjoy this little moment of friendly meaningless talk? I mean, any minute now, this could turn into a rewind day. Enjoy the relaxation time you have."
"I was. Until you rudely interrupted my lunch." Tru looked over at Jack, with his smile plastered across his face and just stared. She stared at the tiny lines on his forehead. The little wisps of hair blowing in the wind. She noticed a tiny vein above his eye twitching, and he didn't look evil, or deathlike. He just looked like a regular human being. His eyes weren't cold and dark, as she thought they should be, they were just deep, and continual. She couldn't understand how one seemingly random man could represent the end of life. Jack's voice snapped her out of her thoughts.
"Whaddya say Tru?" He asked. "Let's be friends."
"Friends?" She scoffed, trying to get the image of his eyes out of her head. "you must be crazy."
"Well, we're all a little crazy." He said. "I don't want to be your enemy, Tru."
"That's hilarious" Tru scoffed again. "You kill people for a living. I think you're everyone's enemy right now."
"How many times do I have to try to convince you, Tru? I'm not a killer. We're alike in more ways then you think."
"How, Jack, how?" She smiled bitterly.
"All we're trying to do is the right thing. We just happen to disagree and what that particular thing is." Jack stood up. "I don't think I'll get dessert today. Got to be healthy and strong to combat against you, Tru." He said and his eyes saddened a bit. He pulled some money out of his wallet and set it on his table. "See you soon." He left Tru sitting at the table staring into space. Gah! She thought. Talking to Jack never solves anything.
"Can I take your order?" The waiter asked a broke her train of thought.
"Oh I'll just have the fettuccini, please, and some water." Tru sighed and leaned back in her chair.
Meanwhile…
Jack reached Mr. Davies office. He was sitting in the lobby. He couldn't stop thinking about Tru's stubbornness. As much as he hated to admit, he admired Tru. Seeing her hate him for suffering through a curse so similar to hers made him angry.
"Mr. Davies will see you now." The secretary told Jack. Jack walked into his office.
"Hello, Jack." Mr. Davies greeted him. "How is my daughter?"
"Just peachy." Jack replied. "Why is it you wanted to see me?"
"Well, your track record lately, hasn't been so stellar, Jack." Mr. Davies continued. "I'm beginning to think that you're letting Tru win"
"Why would I do that?"
"I don't know. However, I'm giving you an assignment. I'm thinking it will give you an advantage."
"Really. And what is this assignment?" Jack asked. Mr. Davies face was fuzzy in the dim light of the room.
"I want you to seduce my daughter."
AN: Oooh! Ahhh! Controversy!