A/N: This chapter is kinda short, but the next one is longer. This story is a work in progress and as I write it and review it for errors, I'll post it. I hope you all enjoy this one. Hopefully, Chapter 2 will be posted later today.
Chapter 1
9:30 am
Tru shot up in bed, glancing around her room, she remembered the events of the night before. "Shit." She said again, realizing what it was she was being asked to do. She had to save Jack; death himself asked her for help. She didn't help but feel the irony in that situation. Tru got out of bed and got dressed. I might as well get this over with. Tru thought, wondering how she was going to get Jack to meet with her. She knew it would be nearly impossible to get Jack off his track. He'd do everything as he did it before the rewind. That much, she could count on. The problem was, she wasn't gifted in seeing death like he did. She had no idea where to start.
Tru sighed and picked up her cell, it was worth a shot. She dialed the numbers she thought she long suppressed and entered the hall and made her way out to her call.
"Come on Jack, pick up…" Tru muttered, feeling annoyed.
"I was wondering how long it'd take you to call."
"Yeah, well, I wasn't sure if I was going to save you." Tru countered, getting down to business.
"What makes you think I want to be saved?" Jack asked, sounding cocky as always.
"You asked for my help." Tru stated, feeling smug. Let him deal with that one.
"No I didn't. I wouldn't ask for your help." Jack stated, sounding offended she would even say such a thing.
"You died. You came to the morgue, you asked for me to help. Come on Jack, you know how it goes. You might as well let me try right?" Tru stated, not really knowing why she was going to help him. Because he asked. He wasn't meant to die today. She thought, but pushed the thought in the back of her head.
"You see Tru, I can't let you do that." Jack stated, and she knew she was going to have to hunt him down on her own.
"Do you always have to be this difficult?" Tru asked, feeling annoyed.
"I think you got your facts wrong. I would know if I died yesterday, and I didn't. All I know, the day rewound because some other poor soul was killed. Maybe you were too busy having fantasies Tru. That hurts ya know? Knowing you wish me dead. I thought we had an understanding." Jack said, sounding hurt.
"I saw you Jack, you were dead." Tru stated, not believing he didn't know he was dead.
"Well, as much as I love talking to you Tru, I have things I have to do today."
"Like what?" Tru asked, hoping he'd let slip a hint.
"OH you know, the usual. Who knows, maybe we'll cross paths." Jack stated, and hung up. Tru stared at her phone and glared at it. Why did fate pick him of all people to die yesterday?
Fate didn't pick him; that's why he asked for help. A voice in the back of her mind argued. If it was fate, he wouldn't have asked. Tru sighed and decided to go talk to Davis; maybe he'd have an idea as to what she should do.