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Jack closed his eyes; wishing not for the first time that he didn't have to do this, that things didn't have to be like this.

"Richard," he repeated himself, "Your father, Tru."

There was no point denying it, it all made sense yet Tru had to have it explained, "How?" she asked quietly. It wasn't like her to be quiet but thinking you know someone then finding out that their lives were based on a lie, especially your fathers wasn't something to take in easily.

Jack took a deep breath, there was no point in dragging this out. Both ways would hurt Tru yet telling her wasn't an option.

"You knew your mum could do what you do," Jack started, "But what you didn't know was that your dad could do what I do, he was 'death."

He paused to let it sink it and before he could start up Tru half said, half asked, "He killed her."

Jack nodded, "He didn't do it himself but he hired someone. He didn't need to do anything because for a while there wasn't a 'Life.' As far as anyone who knows about this, us, you were the next life after your mother. When your dad, when Richard first met me, I was a nut, I never lied to anyone about that. I was at the Schankman centre, cracking up, nto knowing what was happening. I knew I was reliving days but then I never because it wasn't possible. When he told me he could help and he knew what I was going through, I pretty much signed myself on for whatever would help me understand how and why. Being 'death' gave me purpose and the theories made sense," Jack bit his lip, pausing then continued, "The night Megan," he paused again; he hated thinking about that night even though it was always there. A constant reminder. One of the other things that made him want to quit, "After Megan things had gone too far. Richard told me I had to do my job, let her go but that was the hardest thing I ever had to do. After that I went back to what I knew, what Richard had, in a way, taught me but now I want out. I've never been strong enough to quit but I think its getting time where I have to do something. Carrie was supposed to be helping out a little, as a way in, get to Davis but killing anyone was never on my plan. Richard must have told her or she must have wanted to save me because Jensen was supposed to mine," Jack finished.

Silence.

More silence.

Tru had sat staring at the ground for about 5 minutes and when she looked up, Jack actually jumped a little.

"H-how do I know your telling the truth? This could all just be some stupid twisted little story of yours," Tru said, stuttering and raising her voice a little. She didn't want to admit it was her dad yet believing it wasn't all that difficult.

"Because deep down you know that this all makes sense," Jack said softly, watching tears starting to spill in Tru's eyes.

"Maybe but that proves nothing," Tru said bitterly, "How do I know that your not just trying to wing your way into my life so you can do exactly what my dad did to my mum? Only you might use your own hands!" Tru said through gritted teeth.

Jack got why she thought all this and everything but it didn't make it any easier hearing her speak like this. He would never be able to kill her,. He'd already killed Megan and although a lot of people said that after the first it was easier; Jack couldn't. He lived with his choice of Megan every day, every minute. No way would he ever be able to kill the woman he loved. No way could he kill Tru.

"Because I love you," Jack said, wicning a little as he realized he had told her finally.

Tru shrugged, shaking her head, "Yeah apparently Richard loved my mum; look how that ended," Tru whispered, wiping her tears away violently and walking out.

Jack tried to run after her but lost her in the morning crowd.

Tru looked in the mirror of her apartment, at the crying mess that was her. For a few seconds she considered phoning Harrison but she knew he would probably do something stupid. Kill Jack or Richard...Or both.

The funny thing, which Tru thought might have been what pissed her off most was that she believed Jack, every word and what pissed her off more was the fact that she knew she loved him too.

She sat on her bed, clutching her pillow to her as though it was her life, slipping away and she was trying to hold onto it.

She had to do something, she had lives to save; she had 3 lives to save yet she couldn't think.

The only thing that seemed to make sense right now was to go see Richard, saying or even thinking of him as dad as this point was vile adn gave Tru the shivers. She got up, trying to brush all the tears away and to stop the tears flowing. She slipped out of her house and headed towards Richards.

Jack got there first, he walked into Richard's room.

Richard nodded at him, "Jack nice to see you. How did yesterday go?"

"A little bit like Carrie killed me and now I'm a little pissed," Jack said.

Richard's eyes widened a little, "Wow. She is a sneaky one."

"She tried to kill Tru too," Jack said, wondering if he'd even care.

Richard glanced to his left where Carrie emerged from the shadows, "You really get around don't you?" Richard smirked at her.

Carrie shrugged, "I'm good so it seems. Do I get the honour to redo that again today?" she asked, saying it so calmly that it seemed like it was such a normal, everyday thing to ask.

Jack glared at her, his eyes glazing over, he looked back to Richard, who didn't seem to care about Tru in the slightest, "Your sick you know that right?"

Richard sighed, "I had such high hopes for you Jack," Richard said, pulling a gun from his draw.

Tru wasd close by when she heard the first shot go off and some shouting, she sprinted wondering who it was and how no one else had heard it; either that or they didn't flinch. She got outside just in time to see the position of Carrie, Richard with gun pointed at Jack. Before she had time to run in, save him, maybe get hurt herself, Richard shot the second bullet and a frantic Carrie jumped in front of it.

Tru jumped back from the door as Carrie fell hard to the floor, bullet through chest. That had been unexpected.

Jack looked at Carrie, lying lifeless on the floor.

A killer.

Killed him but the thing he'd never forgive her for was for attempting to hurt Tru yet lying on the floor, looking so innocent, Jack couldn't help but wonder why she'd took the bullet for him and he couldn't stop feeling that it was like he had lost a sister.

Jack turned at the sound of the door as he saw Tru enter and run over to him.

"Are you hurt?" she asked hurriedly, with genuine worry but also noticing that Richard was standing, gun still in hand. Also seemingly trying to wonder why Carrie had took it for Jack, after all, Day 1 she had killed him. Then again it had been an accident.

Jack nodded, still looking at Carrie until he heard the second shot going off, heading towards Tru.