Hi guyz, I just want to say thank you for the patience that you shown. That and not resorting to death threats, well some of ya'll anyway.

As soon as Tru opened her eyes images of her with Jack instantly assaulted her brain, and the enormity of their actions made her close her eyes. She rolled over expecting to see Jack lying next to her, but was greeted by and empty bed. Her heart plummeted as thoughts raced through her head. Maybe she wasn't good enough? Maybe he didn't want to be with her? What did she expect for Jack to get down on one knee and propose to her. That stuff only happened in fairy tales, and Tru knew her life was anything but.

Quietly she rose from her rumpled bed and slipped off to the bathroom. When she glanced at the mirror she almost didn't recognize herself. Her face had a shiny glow, one she had never seen on her face before. Her eyes were heavy lidded. She had once heard someone describe them as bedroom eyes, but she had never had the pleasure of having them until today. Even her lips looked full and swollen. Jack had definitely left his mark on her. She quickly brushed her teeth and splashed water on hr face. She was just about to hop in the shower when she thought about Harrison, and how worried he must be by now.

She rolled her shoulders, and prepared to get blasted by Harry as she picked up the phone. But instead of the dial tone, she was greeted by Jack silky voice. A nagging voice in her head told her to hang up, but curiosity won over, and she listened in.

"Yes, I realize that I'm behind schedule. I've been trying to come up with a better plan, one that won't end in Tru's untimely demise."

"Jack, I have a plan you'll do what I tell you to do. I sent you there to take care of her, and I expect to get my money's worth."

Tru felt her blood run cold as all the pieces to the puzzle clicked into place.

"Yes, don't worry she'll no longer be a nuisance to anyone by the time I'm through with her."

"Don't disappoint me."

Tru waited until Jack hung up before she replaced the receiver. She had just spent the night with the man who had been sent to "handle her". Tru wasn't dumb, she had watched enough Al Pacino movies to know that meant he was here to kill her. She had a sudden image of being tossed into the lake with a ball and chain around her led and shuddered. How could someone who had spent the whole night giving her pleasure be evil enough to kill her. She was scurrying around the room changing when she heard the footsteps. She held her breath and listened as they got closer, and then watched in horror as the doorknob twisted and Jack walked into the room. She half expected him to come in with a gun and shoot her point blank, he didn't. His warm gaze settled on her as he crossed the room and she suddenly felt like a deer caught in headlights.

"H-hi Jack-I couldn't find you, so I figured I'd go for a walk." To the nearest police station.

He smiled and pressed a soft kiss against her lips. "Please don't be nervous around me darlin'."

Yesterday Tru would have melted in his arms at the sound of his husky voice, but today she knew the truth. He was a murder, a cold-blooded killer. In short he was death, and he was looking to make her his next victim. Anger took place over self-preservation and she snapped.

"Yousonofabitch." She howled planting her hands on his chest and pushing with all her might. He moved a fraction of an inch.

"How were you going to take care of me? After you got tired of screwing me maybe you were going to hand me over to Matt?

Jack grabbed her wrist and tugged her against him, and she began to struggle.

"No, let me go." She kicked out, and felt a surge of satisfaction as she heard him grunt. She tried to dart past him, but he grabbed her by her waist and pulled her to the floor, pinning her with his weight. Tru's eyes blurred with tears and she let out choked screams.

"Damn it Tru shut up." Jack growled placing a hand over her mouth.

She glared up at him, and continued letting out muffled shouts.

"Darlin you need to be quiet, someone's in the cabin." Tru instantly stilled beneath him figuring she was probably safer with Jack. Then again… She didn't resist as he gently tugged her to her feet and shuffled to the closet.

"Stay here Tru. I mean it. Don't move from this closet until you hear me call you." How quickly things had changed, she was taking orders from a man who had orders to kill her. She figured whatever Jack had in store for her was probably better than what was lurking around her cabin. She nodded and slid into the shadows as he shut the door.

She curled into the darkest corner and waited. Tru grew more and more worried as time ticked by, which was strange since Jack was here to kill her. Of course she'd rather have Jack do her in than Matt. Of the two he was probably the nicer killer. Now there's an oxymoron Tru thought bitterly. Fear slithered into the deepest part of her heart until she was almost certain it would explode. Then she began questioning Jack's reasons for leaving her behind. For all she knew he was setting the house on fire. No way was she going to sit around waiting to become fried crispy. She gingerly crawled to her feet and leaned against the door listening for any signs of movement. Finally satisfied that Matt wasn't posed outside the door with a blowtorch she slid the door open and crept out. She glanced around so far so good. As quietly as she could she crept to the window and slid it open. She sent out a silent thank you to the person who had last stayed here, and had oiled the windows so that they didn't squeak. Grunting she swung her legs out and slid out, pausing briefly before dropping to the ground. She dropped to the ground and landed on her back. She lay there momentarily stunned before galvanizing into action. She rocketed to her feet and whirled around. Right into someone's chest. Her gaze drifted up slowly and she gulped and took a step back.

"You."