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Summary: When her doppelganger turns up in the morgue after being stabbed and left for dead on the back of a truck, Tru has to stop history repeating itself (Buffy s3, Tru Calling s1)

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Television > Tru CallingHopeFR1533,5710273,29822 Jan 0711 Feb 07No

Chapter Three

Disclaimer: I don't own Tru Calling or Buffy the Vampire Slayer. This part also contains small snippets of slightly changed dialog from Graduation Day part 1, which i also do not claim ownership of. The gist of what I'm saying? Don't sue. Please.

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A couple walked down the brightly lit apartment corridor, nervously quickening their pace and averting their eyes as they passed a young brunette. Tru stared after them, a bewildered frown on her face. Shaking her head she turned back to the door and fished a key out of her pocket. It was a spare she’d easily gotten off the stammering receptionist in the lobby. Looking exactly like the person you were out to save definitely had its perks. Swiping the key through the lock Tru pushed the door open, peering into the apartment. “Hello?” She called out cautiously. If Faith was here, she didn’t want to startle her.

When nobody responded Tru carefully closed the door behind her and ventured into the apartment. There were pieces of clothing strewn everywhere, lying on the floor and draped over pieces of furniture. Reaching out Tru touched a tank top, feeling a chill as she recognized the pattern on the front. It was what Faith had been wearing in the morgue. “This is definitely her apartment,” she said to herself as she looked around. In the corner, separated from the rest of the room by a curtain was an unmade bed. Tru pushed the curtain back, smiling softly at the messy stack of comic books and candy wrappers that were strewn across the covers. “The ‘psycho’ likes to read Betty and Veronica?” she asked herself quietly as she bent down and picked a battered comic off the bed.

“Faith.”

Tru dropped the book and spun around. A man was standing in the doorway, smiling at her fondly. “Hey,” she greeted, returning the smile weakly.

The man crossed the room, picking up several stray items of clothing as he did so. He came to a stop in front of Tru, his brow creasing slightly as he stared thoughtfully at her. “You look different.”

Busted.

“I-I do?” Tru stammered.

“Yes,” the man’s face slowly cracked into a wide smile. “You look darling,” he reached out, gently caressing the side of Tru’s face. “I’ve always told you, you don’t need all that heavy makeup and tight clothing to look stunning.”

“Uh huh,” Tru said nervously, as she glanced down at what she was wearing. She’d tried her best to find things in her wardrobe similar to what Faith had been found in, but nothing she owned came close.

“So,” the man turned around, beginning to straighten up the mess of comic books on the bed. “Everything went smoothly with Mr. Wirth I take it?”

“Uh, yeah,” Tru looked hesitant.

“That’s swell,” The man clapped his hands together and turned back to Tru, seemingly oblivious to her unease. “You know how I feel about loose ends, especially with the ascension so close.”

“The ascension?” Tru blurted. She recalled the word from snippets of her conversation with Cordelia. This had to be the mayor.

“Yes,” The man’s facial expression changed, a confused frown darkening his face. “You aren’t having second thoughts are you?” He asked, pressing on before Tru could say anything. “It’s Buffy, isn’t it? I know you’re jealous of her little friends and her vampire. But let me tell you something Faith. They don’t want you,” he paused to let his words sink in, shaking his head sympathetically. “But I do. They don’t know you like I do. But when the ascension comes you’ll show them just how powerful and special you are.” He reached out and gently smoothed a crease out of Tru’s shirt, a soft smile tugging at the corners of his mouth. “You really do look lovely today.”

Before the brunette could speak she was interrupted by a soft clinking and fluttering sound. Looking up she spotted a bird, which was flying shakily across the length of the window which covered most of the back wall.

“Silly thing,” the mayor clicked his tongue. “I guess it says something for the maid though, the glass is mighty clean isn’t it?”

Tru didn’t respond. She was frozen in place, staring out the window. Below she could see a small balcony which backed onto a road. She had a flash of the Faith’s body in her mind. The girl had tiny bits of glass caught in her hair and clothes and her back bruised from her fall onto the back of a truck. This had to be where the fight would take place.

“Faith?”

Tearing her gaze away from the window Tru looked back at the mayor, who was staring at her worriedly. “I gotta go,” she breathed, ignoring the man’s confused exclamation as she sprinted from the apartment.

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Tru paced around outside the Bella Vida apartments, her cell phone pressed to her ear. “Davis, did you find anything?” she demanded as soon as the person at the end of the line picked up.

“I ran a search on Buffy Summers.”

“And?” Tru demanded.

“She’s just an average teenage girl. Well not completely average, her permanent record is… colorful. Quite a few instances of violence and antisocial behavior, in fact she got expelled from her old school for burning the gym down. It’s strange really. She’s a cute little thing, but I guess you can’t judge a book by its cover.”

“Well the girl I spoke to in the school called her a vampire slayer,” Tru said, unable to hide the skepticism in her voice.

“Buffy is the vampire slayer?” Davis sounded excited. “She’s the chosen one? The one girl in her generation picked to fight the forces of evil?”

“I guess so,” Tru said, wearily flopping down onto a park bench. “Let me get this straight, the world is being protected from… evil… by a teenage girl?”

“It’s a sacred calling.” Davis said, and Tru could hear the rustling of papers in the background. “She’s eighteen, that’s old for a slayer. Most are called at around fifteen and don’t make it past the first few years of their duties.”

“Do child services know about this?” Tru asked darkly.

The corner made an annoyed sound, then let out a defeated sigh and changed the subject. “Any luck on the apartment lead?”

“Well it’s definitely Faith’s apartment,” Tru said. “I ran into the mayor while I was there, he’s really done a number on her. It seems like he’s built himself this father figure roll in her life, I think he’s got her convinced nobody else wants or cares about her. I don’t trust him.”

“Do you think he could be the one who killed her?”

“I’m not sure,” Tru frowned. Despite everything she’d learnt so far she felt no closer to solving the would-be crime. “But I’m pretty sure the murder takes place in her apartment.”

“You have to keep her away from there then.” The corner said seriously.

“Davis I haven’t even found her yet and the times running out.” Tru said as she cast a glance at her watch. “Look I’m going to check the school again and try and find out what this Buffy girls deal is.”

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The high school hallway was almost deserted. School had ended at least been out for at least half an hour now. Tru dodged a couple of laughing cheerleaders who ran past her, then slowed her pace as she noticed a boy who was rummaging through a locker. “Hey,” she called out as she walked over.

The boy spun around, books and papers flying everywhere as he flattened himself against the lockers. “Faith!” he exclaimed, giggling nervously then swallowing hard. “What uh… what brings you to Sunnydale this fine afternoon? Nothing the Xan man can help you with I’m sure. In fact I think I’ll just be—”

Tru cut short his babbling. “I’m looking for Buffy.”

“Buffy?” The boy almost squeaked, his eyes darting around wildly, searching for a way to escape. “Buffy Summers? B? The Buffster?... That Buffy?”

“Yes, that Buffy,” Tru said. “Look, do you know where she is or not?”

“Well actually,” the boy hesitated then smiled, “I think I do.”

“Looking for me?”

Tru turned and caught a glimpse of a blonde girl a split second before a fist connected with the side of her face. The force of the blow sent her stumbling backwards, slamming against the lockers, which buckled under the impact. Letting out a groan of pain she sunk to the ground, the world around her fading into blackness.

Tbc?

The End?

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