Author: FullMoonDreams PM
Tru and Harrison track down the woman who had the calling for the years between their mother and Tru. Amended Nov 05 to make it season 2 compatible. S2 spoilers. On hold, will finish after the HP stories are done since more people are waiting for those.Rated: Fiction K+ - English - Supernatural/Drama - Tru D. & Harrison D. - Chapters: 2 - Words: 4,404 - Reviews: 7 - Favs: 3 - Updated: 03-15-05 - Published: 02-24-05 - id: 2278726
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Tru looked again at the papers her younger brother had waved under her nose ten minutes ago.
"So when do we go?" Harrison asked.
Tru looked at him and then back to the papers again.
"We don't," Tru replied, passing the papers back across the table of the café where they had met for breakfast.
"Why not?" Harrison asked.
"Because we've no idea whether this person is telling the truth or not and it's a long way to go for a dead end."
"You've got to admit that there are some odd coincidences between her story and yours," Harrison said as he pulled a newspaper cutting out of the papers that he had brought with him. "Look at this report. She claimed to be reliving days and look at the dates. She started reliving days just after mom died."
"You said it yourself," Tru sighed. "Coincidence."
"But what if it's not? What if she had the calling before you did?" Harrison asked, getting more excited as he rifled through the papers some more.
"We have no way of knowing for sure," Tru argued. "It's probably just a coincidence or some story she made up to try and get out of the mess she was obviously in."
"But she could have been telling the truth," Harrison insisted. "We know mom had the calling right up to when she died. Davis is sure of that because of the rise of the number of bodies after her death. You only started reliving days last year. What if this woman is the person who fills in the gap between the two of you?"
"Or between Jack and whoever mom was up against?" Tru pointed out. The papers didn't exactly show the woman to be a model citizen. She looked at the papers again. She could feel her willpower slipping as her brother put forward his case for travelling to the other side of the country to visit a woman who could merely be crazy.
"There's one other thing," Harrison said as he finally found the proverbial ace in amidst the array of papers. "Look at the date here."
Tru leaned forward to look at where Harrison was pointing. The date was as familiar to her as her birthday. The date she had first relived a day was the date that Lilah Walters had shot dead a man in cold blood. A crime she was now serving life for.
"What makes you think she'll even tell us anything?" Tru asked. "She could be as evasive as Jack is."
"Yeah, well, that's Jack isn't it?" Harrison muttered. "Besides, what have we got to lose?"
"You're not going to give up on this are you?" Tru asked with a small smile.
"No," Harrison grinned. "Think positive. She could have the answers to all your questions."
"Or she could just be crazy," Tru replied, knowing even as she said the words that she would go and talk to the woman. She only hoped that Lilah Walters had some answers for her and not more questions.
"You're from my lawyer's office?" Lilah asked as Tru and Harrison sat down at the table.
Tru nodded, introduced herself and Harrison, without mentioning their surname, and tried to look like she knew what she was doing.
"I've told Richard before. There's no point in going over this case repeatedly." Lilah sat back in her seat and Tru shifted uncomfortably under her penetrating gaze. Perhaps it would not be the best time to mention that her brother had been spending his working days snooping around their father's office or that they had both broken into the office after hours to check his private files after finding Richard himself had represented Lilah at her trial. They had searched the files by torchlight, jumping at every little sound, in order to determine whether it would be worth visiting her or not.
"Actually we'd like to discuss your motive," Tru began.
"If you've read my file you'll know what I said."
"We've read it," Tru replied. "But we'd like to hear it again direct from you. If you don't mind."
Lilah shrugged and her gaze flicked across to the guard by the door. She sighed slightly and looked back to Tru. Tru shivered slightly under her scrutiny.
"He was a murderer," Lilah began. "He had killed more people than every other murderer in this prison combined."
"The reports said he had no criminal record," Harrison interjected.
"He wasn't the usual type of killer," Lilah replied with a tight smile. "No, he was a killer who walked freely amongst the public. Accidents and tragedies were what the reports said about his victims. Even when the victim's death was clearly a murder he walked free because someone else was always there to pull the trigger."
Tru felt her heart begin to race as she realised what Lilah was saying. In her more positive moments she had thought perhaps Lilah had sacrificed her freedom by killing someone to save a victim's life. Now she realised that she and Harrison had jumped to the wrong conclusion.
"Why didn't you report him to the police?" Tru asked, even though she sensed she knew the answer already.
"I tried a few times," Lilah shrugged. "They didn't believe me and I had only my word and no proof. Was that all you wanted to know?"
Tru looked across at Lilah who had started to rise out of her seat.
"No," Tru said with a shake of her head. "I have one more question. Did he relive days too?"
Lilah blanched white and sank back into her seat.
"I never told anyone that," she whispered. "It's the only thing I didn't mention to anyone."
"So he did?" Harrison asked.
"Yes," Lilah nodded. "He worked against me for years. He rewound when I did. Each time he would undo my efforts to save the people who asked me for help. At first he only won a few times. Then gradually he came to succeed more and more frequently. He could anticipate my moves before I made them. Eventually I was losing all of the victims because of him. I couldn't stop him. Every rewind day he was there, working against me, undermining me. So I tracked him down on a regular day, when he wasn't expecting to see me and…you know the rest."
"You deliberately killed him," Tru said quietly.
"It was the only way to stop him. I thought if he was gone I could start saving them again."
"You didn't know until afterwards that the rewinds would stop?" Tru asked.
"No," Lilah replied. "I also didn't plan on getting caught and then my trial was a disaster."
"Telling the jury you relive days perhaps wasn't the best move," Harrison pointed out.
"I agree," Lilah said. "Richard thought to go for the insanity plea by telling the truth, but it didn't work. By the time we realised it, it was too late."
"So the only way to stop the rewinds is for one of you to die. I vote Jack," Harrison said.
"Jack?" Lilah asked with a frown and her eyes widened slightly in surprise as she looked at Tru. "You?"
Tru nodded quietly. "Your calling passed to me last year. Jack is the man who works against me."
"So it didn't end," Lilah said. "It just passed on to you."
"Apparently," Tru agreed with a nervous glance at the guard. He didn't appear to be listening but there was no way to tell for sure.
"What else do you know about the calling?" Harrison asked, not appearing the slightest bit worried that the guard might be listening and signalling for the men in white coats even as he spoke.
"Not much," Lilah replied. "I researched for years but never found anything concrete. Lots of reports that turned out to be false. Some quite convincing liars. I never found anyone who had actually relived days like I did. I think perhaps there is only ever one at a time, at least locally. I never had a chance to look further afield."
"Two at a time if you count Jack and Philip," Tru mused.
"One cannot exist without the other," Lilah nodded. "When Philip died my rewinds stopped. If your Jack dies then I believe you will stop reliving days too. It will pass on to another."
"I say we off him now," Harrison joked. Tru glared at him before turning back to Lilah with a roll of her eyes.
Lilah gave her a small smile in return. "I never had anyone to confide in," she admitted.
"It's all in the family with us, right Tru?" Harrison said with a grin.
"I take it you don't really work for my lawyer then?" Lilah whispered.
"Not exactly," Tru whispered back. "Richard Davies is our father."
"Ah," Lilah nodded.
"Our mother had the calling before you did," Tru added. "When Harry says it's in the family, he really means it. She died just before you say you start reliving days."
Tru watched Lilah as she spoke and it was like watching someone figure out something that had been eluding them for some time. She waited for her to piece together whatever it was. She sensed Harrison was about to say something but stopped him with a sharp shake of her head.
Lilah frowned in concentration and Tru watched intently. None of them noticed the door opening behind Lilah until a scuffle that had been taking place in the corridor outside erupted into the room.
One of the prisoners was fighting with a guard who was trying to restrain her and they stumbled towards the table. The woman had a knife in her hand and Tru watched in horror as a sharp jab took out the guard. The guard who had been in the room with them the entire time had moved forward to intervene and pushed Tru and Harrison out of the way. The prisoner struggled wildly and Tru watched with sick horror as the knife moved towards Lilah.
Guards filled the room and the prisoner was soon back under control. The guard who had been trying to restrain the prisoner was on floor dead, as was Lilah.
Tru looked at Lilah. Any hope of more answers had been lost in a moment of violence. She sank into her chair again and looked at Lilah and the guard.
Simultaneously they opened their eyes and turned to her. "Help us," they asked as Tru's day rewound.