Title: Rating: Teen

Disclaimer: dont own it

Summery:

A/N Way! the next chappie is here!

Voila!

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Tru and Jack didn't sit in the cafe for long after that moment, just another ten minutes or so. After that they walked for a while, no where in particular, just where ever their minds and feet took them. A park, a pond, an ice cream van. Each place not really linked in reality but joined together by the way they both wanted it, and in a weird way, needed it.

It was the normality that their lives normally lacked, the happiness that came with just being together, happiness so new and shiny it felt like it would last forever, an eternity of joy.

It all sounded so perfect, as they both imagined sitting in front of a sofa, or walking with their future child. Or even having rows. Strange as it may sound, Jack thought that maybe their rows could be fun. The chemistry between them, after all, had been started from the hate that they had felt, the rivalry they had both had to deal with.

The fights they would share, providing Tru did not die, would be sort of like old times, reminding them that no matter how much they could hate, argue and shout, they could also love, and from their love developed many great things.

A baby, for example.

Jack never thought he'd have a family. His life was too hectic, there was the chance that a short term girlfriend might come along but he could never in-vision himself with a wife and kids, happy and living in a house with a back garden. With Tru that was all different, he could clearly see them in ten years time, vividly playing with their son or daughter.

It would be the perfection he had never had.

The icing on his Tru shaped cake.

And yes, they wandered, they talked and laughed but not one, not one time did Jack ever let his watchful eyes rest, they were always moving, searching for he first sign of danger, ready to pull his new family out of the way of the speeding bullet that had killed them.

And yet, the danger did not come.

Jack frowned, how could there be no danger of Tru getting hurt, how did she die?

"Tru?" He turned to her "Where did you say that you dad shot you? Shouldn't he have tried by now?"

Tru looked very uncomfortable. Jack's small frown grew in sife, his eyes almost narrowing.

"You see...well, about that..." Tru stammered, her eyes wondering around the area of trees surrounding them, as if she were looking for something to say hidden behind the branches.

"Tru-" Jack started but a tear rolled down Tru's cheek, her face paling.

"Jack, my dad..." Taking a deep breath Tru forced herself to continue "Dad didn't kill me." Jack stared at her, about to open his mouth and ask who Had killed her, why she had lied about it and where she had died but once More he was interrupted and once more it was Tru.

"I killed me."