A/N: Okay this also contains sensitive material but it's really not too bad just a few bad words. I just want to be safe and give ya'll a heads up.
Jack was frantic he had been in the middle of a very pleasant dream, in which Tru had the leading role when the phone rang. He thought about ignoring it, but the dream was already ruined. At first he couldn't recognize who it was, because they were too hysterical. It only took him a few minutes to figure out it was Tru. She was screaming saying someone had broken in. He threw on a shirt and snatched on a pair of jeans, not even bothering to button them, and then dove into his car. His heart was lodged in his throat, but he tried to calm her down. He was still on the line when he heard a splintering sound. He'd never felt so helpless before he was about to listen to the death of one of the only women he had come to respect. A woman he could come to love.
"Jack-" He heard her shout, the he heard the splintering sound again, and knew in his heart the door had given away.
"Tru, Tru!" He shouted. His heart filled with dread when she didn't answer.
He accidentally jerked the car to the side, then overcorrected and almost plowed headfirst into a tree. He had to calm down. He could be no help to her if he crashed. He could just make out the top of her cabin when he heard clothing being ripped and the unmistakable sound of a zipper being lowered. Dread filled him as he realized what was going to happen.
"Don't you touch her you bastard. I swear I'll rip your goddamn head off!" He gripped the phone so hard he nearly broke it in half. He hit the ground running, not even bothering to sneak up on the bastard. The door was locked, so he backed up and threw his weight against it. Then without breaking a stride he barreled down the hallway praying he wasn't too late. Glass shattered somewhere toward the back of the cabin, but Jack ignored it knowing that it hadn't come from the bathroom. His heart broke at the sight of Tru. She was lying on the floor, her tattered shirt was proof of the violence she had just endured. Blood was running down her bruised face, but thankfully her pants were still in place. He slid to a stop in front of her. Her eyes opened as he was checking her pulse and she screamed.
"No Tru it's okay it's just me." He tried to touch her again, but she pulled away. Christ he was going to kill the person who had done this to her. He whipped out his phone, ignoring her feeble protests, and called for an ambulance. He snatched a jacket out of her room and covered her with it. Then he sat down and began trying to soothe her. One of the only things Jack knew little about, and was willing to admit, was tears. Feeling awkward and oversized he did his best to offer what little comfort he could muster up.
"Shh Shh baby, it's okay. You're going to be fine." She finally allowed him to touch her so he rocked her back in forth.
A few minutes later the ambulance came to a screeching halt in front of her cabin.
Tru looked around wildly as the EMT's filled her bathroom. They pushed Jack out of the way and went to work. Or at least tried to.
"No don't touch me." Tru slapped their hands away.
"Ma'am you've just been through a very traumatic experience we need to get you to the hospital." They tried to still her flailing arms, but the fear from her attack was still present, which intensified her struggles. The men looked at each other and nodded. One pulled out a syringe and the other grabbed her arm. Tru howled in pain as the needle slid into her arm.
Jack cursed. "Don't hurt her." He tried to step back to her side, but someone stopped him.
"It's for her own good, it's just a sedative to help calm her down. But Jack wasn't even paying attention. He was to busy glaring at the men as they buckled Tru in the gurney.
Seconds later they were loading in the ambulance. Tru was still fighting them as they loaded her, even though her eyes were drooping. Jack climbed in and sat beside her. Tru's head craned in his direction and she opened her eyes.
"Don't leave me."
His heart broke for the second time that night and he grabbed her hand entwining his fingers in hers.
"Never." He whispered as he brushed a kiss to her forehead, and at that very moment he knew what he had tried so hard to deny, what he chalked up to being without for so long. What he had spent his whole adult life running from. He knew he was in love with Tru, and for the first time he let it consume him, consume his heart. He waited until the drugs took effect and she had fallen asleep.
He kissed her again. "Please come back to me." He swallowed the hard lump that was wedged in his throat and continued. "Come back because…I love you."
A/N: You can all thank cherrygurl1225, and jetmoon for me getting this chapter up so quick.. Their fateful reviews made me feel bad about taking so long to post tothe nextchapter. I'll be back with more laters
Reese