A/N: I honestly did not expect it would take me this long to post! I am so sorry, my life is getting hectic right now. I'm glad you all enjoyed the last posts, I'll address reviews later; I'm currently rushing to get ready for work and thought I'd post this chapter now. No promises, but I may post more later on today. I'm currently working on chapter 9, and to answer some questions, yes, this will be eventual T/J. I am a T/J shipper, and I thought of a good way to get them to realize it (At least, I think so :D) I hope you all enjoy! I'll PM soon!
Chapter 5
12:21 pm
Jack and Tru rode in his truck in silence. He could tell she wanted to ask questions, but she restrained herself. Jack reviewed the original day in his mind. He had to stop his meeting with Carrie. He could not afford to let Tru to find out about her. He also couldn't let her find out about Richard. He had to be careful around her today; he knew one wrong move would bring her suspicions and it would ruin everything he had tried to accomplish.
Jack pulled the truck to a stop in front of a small suburban home and turned it off.
"so…why are we here?" Tru asked.
"The teenage daughter who lives here is going to commit suicide later today." Jack stated, staring at the house. Tru gazed at Jack, confusion on her face.
"What do you care if she's going to end her life or not?" Tru asked, puzzled as to why death was going to stop a death. He had had that chance before; but he let her die. Tru would never forget that moment.
"She's not supposed to die, Tru." Jack said, his voice soft and his eyes never left the house. Tru sighed.
"You saved her yesterday?" Tru asked, feeling impressed.
"Yes. Don't read into anything Tru. Fate doesn't want her dead." Jack said, looking away from the house and at Tru. Tru studied him a moment, trying to decide why Jack Harper would save a young girls life.
They sat in Jack's truck in silence, both watching the still house.
"Why are we just sitting here? Maybe she already left…" Tru stated, feeling bored with the stakeout.
"She didn't." Jack insisted, pointing to the door as a young blonde girl stepped out of the house and grabbed the bike that was leaning up against it. She jumped on it and sped down the driveway and down the sidewalk.
"So, we follow her?" Tru asked, looking over at Jack.
"Yup, that's the plan. Who knows what you changed in this girls life by being here." Jack said, slightly bitterly. He started his truck and crept slowly down the street.
"What do you mean?" Tru asked, puzzled.
"Ever hear the saying, 'a butterfly beats its wings in china and creates a storm elsewhere'?" Jack asked, glancing over at Tru once again.
"Yeah, but"
"We change Fate just by choosing a different path from yesterday. Sometimes, it can't be helped. If I didn't delve from my pattern, you would run around, unchecked, saving people who were meant to die." Jack argued, watching the girl before him.
"They wouldn't ask for help if they were meant to die. That also means you Jack." Tru defended, knowing she would never be able to convince him. Jack sighed.
"Look, let's call a truce today, ok? If I'm stuck with you all day, I'm not going to argue with you." Jack offered. Tru sighed.
"After one last comment," Tru added, and continued "If you believe what you do is right; then why do you go to their funerals?" Jack said nothing in response and Tru sighed. "It's just a thought." She muttered, slipping into silence.