Not For You To Decide

"He's not safe, Tru," Harrison says. He drags a hand through his hair, a habit she knows he doesn't even realise he has. His hair sticks up messily, like he'd just fallen out of bed.

Tru's lips twist into a frown. "That's not for you to decide."

"I'm your brother, Tru! Don't you trust me?"

"Of course I do," she replies. "But you're wrong about Jack."

"Just because he saved your life that time it doesn't mean he's good. He's Death, Tru. Death. Do you really want to be mixed in with that sort of thing?"

"If you hadn't noticed, dear brother, my life is already in the business of death. Saving people. How is Jack any different?"

"He isn't saving people like you are."

"He's not killing people, either. He's just... letting fate happen."

Harrison shakes his head. "You've changed. I don't even know you any more, Tru."

"Hey. That's not true. You and me, Harry. We're close. Closer than we ever used to be."

"Then listen when I tell you that dating Jack is a bad idea," he insists.

Tru offers him a hurt smile, and turns away. "Maybe we're not as close as I thought if you won't trust I know what I'm doing."

"Oh? Well, maybe we're not then."

They stare at each other for a moment, and then Harrison shakes his head again. "No. No, I can't do this any more. I'm out of here."

"Harry-"

"Call me when you've come to your senses," he says over his shoulder.

She watches him leave. "Please don't go."

"Be careful, Tru. You're playing with death now. Be very careful."

Fin.