Author's Note: Welcome to the grand finale! Please note that I meant to put the first part of this story in italics…you'll see! Ah, the big question: Is Tru going to die? Well, read and find out! Notes to some reviewers:

Turtle2: More! You want more! LOL. And here it is! Hope you like it.

Grlnblack: As much of a Tru/Jack shipper as I am, doing that would disrupt the show's continuity as I am trying to keep in line with it as much as possible. But that's what my one-shot fics are for, right?

Ms. Thang: NO! NO! NO! AND NO! Although you do get commission for inspiring my story, that doesn't mean you get to have love/sex scenes with Jason Priestley. In your dreams, girlfriend! Hehe…but you already know what I think about you and Jason! Hehe…Love ya sooo much! Hugs!

Chapter Six

Tru found herself back in the city morgue, looking at her mother's body. Her mother's head was still facing her. "You can't let him win," her mother's voice said in a hushed whisper.

"You already told me that, Mom," said Tru. "And I didn't, I didn't let him – wait, I don't – I don't remember! What if - …"

"No, you can't," her mother cut in. "You -…"

Suddenly, she felt as if she were reliving a day as she felt the familiar sensation of it come rushing at her. She closed her eyes…

When she opened them she didn't find herself in the comfort of her own bed in her cozy apartment as she had expected. She found herself back in her old house – the very same house she had lived in 10 years ago when she was only 12 years old.

Almost instantly, Tru looked down at herself. What was this? Was she really imagining this? Was this another one of her freakish dreams?

Nothing about her physical appearance had changed. She was still the same 22 year old Tru Davies. But emotionally, something about her had changed. Her thoughts, feelings, memories…her calling helped her grow emotionally strong enough to develop a thick skin to whatever blocked her path to her imminent success.

Tru was standing in the middle of the kitchen. A calendar was on the refrigerator and Tru couldn't help but be curious as to what day it was. She stared wide-eyed at the date on the kitchen calendar: it was the day before her mother's death in 1993.

What am I doing here? She wondered.

Some faint humming was coming from the room adjacent to the kitchen. She headed over as to find the exact whereabouts of where and who the sound was coming from.

Tru gasped in surprise at what she saw in front of her. Her mother sat in a rocking chair in their living room, rocking back and forth to the soft rhythm of her own melodic lullaby writing in a diary that lay across her lap.

Elise Davies looked up and smiled angelically at her daughter. "Honey, my how you've grown."

"Mom?" Tru's voice quavered as she spoke. "What's going on? What are you trying to tell me? I don't understand."

Elise put down her diary stood up and walked up to her daughter. "Of course you don't, baby. You still have so much to learn. And so much more room to grow."

"M-mom, it's getting too hard. My calling, mom. I feel – I'm cursed, Mom. I can't do this anymore."

"That's not how I raised you, Tru. You're a fighter. Like I am."

"Like you were," Tru slowly corrected.

"Like I am," she repeated. "I'll always be with you, Tru. Like I am right now. Right here." Elise put her hand gently on Tru's heart and smiled sweetly. "If you ever need me, that's where I'll be. It's where I've always been. Now you know where to look."

She brought her hand up to gently touch her daughter's face; her eyes seemed to memorize every one of her daughter's features.

Suddenly, it seemed as if Tru's mother was drifting away, her voice seemed to float on air. "This time around…you can't let him win…"

"I think she's finally coming out of it. Hey, D-man, she's finally coming out of it. She's waking up," Harrison said, breathing a huge sigh of relief.

"Oh, thank God," Davis said. "Tru? Tru? Are you alright? Can you hear me?"

"Mom…" she mumbled drowsily. "MOM, NO!"

And she woke with a gentle start; her eyes began blinking rapidly as she tried her hardest to focus on the two figures looming over her. First she recognized the smell, then the sight and it was then she realized where she was – the hospital…again.

"Mom? Since when do I look like Mom?" Tru heard the unmistakable voice of her little brother before her eyes focused enough so she could she him standing over her. Fear was undoubtedly etched in his face and now he looked relieved though still slightly apprehensive as he looked down at his sister.

"You're not Mom," she said slowly.

"Gee, I should hope not!"

Tru smiled weakly and looked over to the other figure standing on the opposite side of her hospital bed.

"Hey, D," she said, smiling weakly at her boss.

"Hey, Tru, how do you feel?" Davis asked; his sweaty palms tightly clenched on the railings of Tru's hospital bed.

"Like someone dropped an anvil on top of my head while the side of my face feels like it's on fire," Tru said, with as much characterized enthusiasm she could possibly muster. "But on the flipside, I feel like a million dollars."

"You're on the highest dosage of painkillers the doctors could possibly give you," Davis informed her.

"Good to know."

Tru shifted uncomfortably on the hospital bed mattress. "I guess hospital visits are starting to become like a ritual for me or something, huh?"

Davis and Harrison looked at Tru and then exchanged uncomfortable glances at one another whilst shifting on the balls of their feet.

Tru swallowed hard before adding, "So what happened to me back there? The last thing I remember was falling down and then seeing bright lights, hearing voices…"

"Well, you called me earlier when you were in the car with Jenni and told me to be on the lookout for anything suspicious back at my complex. So I was walking up the stairs when I suddenly hear screaming and yelling, so I headed in the direction of the commotion, whipped out my cell phone and called the cops. They arrived, busted into Caitlyn's apartment, arrested Taylor and pressed jail and attempted murder charges, called up an ambulance for you and that's how it all went down in the end," Harrison said.

Tru beamed at her brother. "Thank you, Harrison – for saving my life…again."

Harrison shrugged it off nonchalantly, "Aw, it was nothing. Nothing you wouldn't have done for me anyway." Harrison smiled back at Tru as they both seemed to become momentarily lost in reverie; their own memories of the past: Tru saving Harrison from an untimely death at the hands of a crazed killer thanks in part to Jack's clever manipulations, and Harrison saving Tru from imminent death when she had been shot by Sabrina's gymnastics coach.

"So how long have I been here this time around?" Tru questioned.

"About three days," Davis hastily said.

Tru paled and it seemed for a moment as if she were about to vomit. "What?" her voice rose in utter disbelief.

"Yeah, um, when you were in the ambulance they couldn't seem to calm you down enough so they gave you a sedative. I talked to the cops and they said it looked like Taylor knocked you down pretty hard so when you woke up in the ambulance they thought the sedative would be best for you to help calm you down and to give your body some rest and its own time to heal…" Davis's voice began to trail off.

"There's a catch, isn't there?"

"Yeah, Tru, um -…"

"C'mon, D. I'm a big girl, what happened?"

Davis began again. "Well, when you got here, they cleaned up the gash on the side of your head. A few hours later, you still didn't wake up because you were given too much sedative and we thought you might've gone into a drug-induced coma."

"Did I…"

"No, you didn't die," Davis replied. "We just weren't sure how long it'd be until you woke up that's all."

Tru looked away from Davis, staring down at the hospital blankets as she tried her best to take it all in.

"I know it's a lot," Davis said, trying his best to console her.

"I saw Mom," Tru said suddenly. "In my dream or – I'm not even sure if it was a dream…it felt so real. Like she was there. Like she was right there with me and she always has been. I just didn't know where to look before…and now I know. Now I finally know. I finally know that Mom is always with me and that she will rest in peace now…and forever." She looked at both Davis and Harrison, searching their faces and watching their every reaction to her poignant words. Harrison and Tru shared another brief moment; it was one of silence, but it was also one of deep meaning that no one but them could ever be able to understand. Tru was the first one to break it off, breaking the steady eye contact she held with her brother.

She suddenly looked up at both of them wide-eyed. "But what about Caitlyn and Jenni? What happened to them? Are they -…"

"Fine," a familiar female voice cut in. "May we?" Caitlyn asked as her and Jenni stood in the doorway.

Tru smiled. "Yeah, come on in."

Caitlyn and Jenni walked into Tru's room, each taking a seat on opposite sides of Tru's bed.

"How do you feel?" Caitlyn asked.

"Not that great, but I'll be okay. What about you guys?"

Caitlyn and Jenni looked at each other briefly and Caitlyn was the first to speak. "You saved my life. I don't know how to thank you, if it hadn't been for you I would've -…" her voice trailed off.

"I know," Tru said. "But you're still here. And that's all that matters, right?"

Caitlyn smiled.

Then Jenni leaned forward and embraced Tru in a warm hug. "Thank you, Tru." She paused slightly before taking a deep breath. "I've decided the best thing to do is to get an abortion. My aunt's going to sign the paperwork and then I'm going up there to live with her for the remainder of the school year and until I graduate high school and go to college."

"Good for you," Tru replied. "I'm glad to hear that, Jenni. It may not seem like it now, but you'll eventually see that you made the right decision in all of this. Best of luck to you."

Jenni smiled back at Tru as a brief moment of silence seemed to envelop the room.

Tru was the first to penetrate through the silence. "Hey, is it okay with everyone that I talk with Caitlyn alone for awhile?"

The others looked around the room and nodded in agreement, getting up from their seats and leaving Tru and Caitlyn alone in Tru's hospital room as the rain began to come splashing and splattering onto the windows, eventually landing on the grimy pavement below.

"Oh, but Harrison?" Tru called after her brother. "I need you to do me another favor."

"Is something wrong?" Caitlyn asked, once she was sure everyone had left.

"Well, not exactly," Tru said, not knowing quite how to form the words for what she wanted to say. "Caitlyn, I -…"

"Yes?"

Tru drew in a deep breath. "I knew your sister, Sabrina. I was there the night she died – I saw Austin strangle her and then he pulled out a gun and shot me in the shoulder." She lifted up the one sleeve of her hospital gown to reveal the scar left by the malicious bullet.

"Oh my God, I – I had no idea," Caitlyn replied, her expression was beyond that of disbelief or shock. Then a sudden realization seemed to dawn upon her. "That's why you know so much."

"Excuse me?" Tru asked, taken aback by what Caitlyn had said. "Know so much of what?"

"I can't quite explain it. It's like you know more than others know – you feel it like it's your own. You possess something so unique that others don't and it reflects on everyone you meet, even those who may never live to appreciate it fully because they were never given any time to."

Tru took a moment to reflect on Caitlyn's words. It sounded like a very in-depth analysis of her calling, something psychological and possibly even beyond a simple level of comprehension. But Tru could read between the lines.

From the expression on Caitlyn's face and what she had told Tru, she didn't know about Tru's calling. She couldn't possibly know. Yet on some level some part of her knew something. Even Tru didn't quite realize exactly what Caitlyn knew – she just knew.

"I have a job that's kind of like yours," Tru explained. "I help people, I guess you can say it's sort of like – a calling."

Caitlyn smiled as they had finally come to some sort of understanding with one another. "I understand."

Jack sat in the back corner of the almost deserted bar and slowly gulped his drink, seeming lost in thought.

"You were sloppy again today," Richard Davies told Jack as he pulled a bar stool up next to him.

"Not exactly the morale boost I was looking for," Jack replied.

"You let Fate get messed with again. You know the rules, Jack, and you sure as hell better know the damn consequences that come along with it."

"Thanks for the encouragement. I'll be sure to remember that next time I put your daughter in the hospital." Jack's sarcastic remark seemed to have struck a nerve in Richard though whether it was one of sympathy or guilt Jack was not too sure.

Richard then got up and proceeded to leave, but not before leaving Jack with a final comment. "I expect better from you next time."

They made eye contact and then Jack raised his glass in Richard's direction as if he were giving a toast.

"Yes, sir," he said firmly and with that, he watched Richard leave the bar obscured by the distant darkness of the night.

Only thirty minutes later, Jack left the bar heading back toward his car. On the front windows behind the windshield wipers of his car there was a note only slightly damp from the rain as it had stopped almost an hour before.

He picked it up and read:

JACK,

YOU WERE RIGHT ABOUT ONE THING. NOT EVERYTHING HAPPENS THE WAY YOU WANT IT TO. AT LEAST FOR THIS TIME AROUND.

TRU

Jack looked up into the night sky.

It was something that had brought them together like this. Something that made both of them fight on their respective sides and fight for what they wanted. Something that made them go to war with each other and fight to the very death. And they were still at war. The battle was still going strong; in fact, it was barely just beginning…

Story Notes: Remember the note Jack left for Tru in "Not Everything?" Yeah, now you're getting it…

Author's Note: OH MY GOD! I can't believe after eight long months I can finally say I have finished this story. It's been quite a ride and thank you all for reading! I can go off to college feeling satisfied and relieved now…hehe. Again for the last time, a big thank you to all of those who have reviewed. Your kind words and support all mean so much to me and they keep me motivated as to keep me writing more and better each time. You guys are simply the BEST! As always, please leave me a review, especially now that the story is finished and tell me what you thought of the grand finale! Hey – does anyone want to see a trilogy? I'll see what I can do…Anyone?