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Wrong Side of the Bed

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Summary: Can Tru Davies set things right when a young woman is brought into the morgue having been shot through the heart

Categories Author Rating Chapters Words Recs Reviews Hits Published Updated Complete
Television > Tru Calling(Past Donor)bakatulipFR1317921111,04717 May 0917 May 09Yes
Title: Wrong Side Of The Bed
Words: 990
Rating: PG
Characters: Tru, Davis, Warren, Willow, Tara, Buffy, Xander
Disclaimer: I do not own BTVS or Tru Calling

Tru heard the whispering, the calls from the crypt as she sat tapping her pencil against the desk. “Not today. Why today?” She sighed and glanced at her mug of coffee. “Right, this is where I belong, this is what I do.” She downed it in one gulp bracing herself as she walked back to the crypts.

She stood in front of the drawer where the newcomer dwelt. A young woman, 22, blonde, shot in the back.

“Help me.”

Tru Davies awoke as she rolled out of bed and hit the floor with a thud. Stunned, she sat up and smacked her head against the nightstand. “Ow.” She scooted away from nightstand and got to her feet. As she stepped towards the kitchen she stubbed her toe against the bed. She lost her balance and fell, getting tangled in the sheets. After a minute of wriggling, she made her way out of her cocoon and got to her feet. She looked in the direction of the kitchen, at least this time she didn’t have to get to the kitchen to find that she didn’t have any coffee.

A quick change of clothes, and a stop at Starbucks later, Tru walked into the morgue.

“I got your call,” Davis said as she walked in. “I can’t find an address for someone named Tara Maclay.”

“She’s gotta be in this town somewhere. She looked like she was about my age, maybe we should check college registration? There isn’t a lot of time, she died early in the day.”

Davis turned back to the computer and began to type, when Tru noticed the morning paper beside him. She snatched it up to get a better look at the headline. “‘Two robbers with fake jetpacks caught at the site of a armored truck robbery?’ Jetpacks?” Tru set the paper down, “Weird.”

“Okay, I got one. She’s a student at UC Sunnydale. Her dorm room is listed here.”

“Gardez said he picked up the body at a house, not a dormitory.” Tru said. “I’ll check out the dorm, maybe there’s some clue as to whose house she was at or who’d want to hurt her.”

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Tara’s dorm room was unlocked. This girl was trusting, it didn’t seem like she’d have a lot of enemies, Tru thought as she walked inside. She looked over at the desk for any post-its, address books, anything. She struck gold when she found a diary lying open on a table.

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Davis picked up the phone. “City Morgue.”

“Davis, it’s me. I’m looking for the house of someone named Buffy. I don’t have a last name but how many people named Buffy can there be out there? Oh hold on, I’ve got a call on the other line.” Tru pressed a button. “Hello? Oh god, Lindsey I’m sorry. I know I was supposed to meet you for lunch… okay…. No, okay yeah. I’ll meet you for dinner and drinks on me completely. This is just… a crazy, crazy day.” She pressed the button on her phone again. “Sorry. 1630 Revello Drive? Okay.” She checked her watch. Twenty minutes.

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“You think you can just do that to me?” Warren yelled. “You think I’d let you get away with that? Think again.” He reached for the pistol in his jacket but as he drew it suddenly felt someone grab his arm and wrench it behind his back.

“No. You think again.” Tru said in his ear. “I got up on the wrong side of the bed this morning because of you… twice.” She wrenched the gun out of his hand before looking at the two young adults staring at her with their jaws dropped nearly to the floor. “I leave this asshole to you guys.” She said, shoving Warren towards them, and walked off, there was still a few hours to save this from being the worst day ever twice.

Buffy turned to Xander, “Was that Faith?”

“Didn’t seem like Faith.”

Warren watched them and spun to run away, but before he could move a foot, Buffy caught him by the back of his collar. “Oh no you don’t.”

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Upstairs in Willow’s bedroom, Tara looked out. “It’s a beautiful day, what are we doing cooped up in here?”

“Oh, I know! Let’s go grab some mochas and go to the park.”

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Coffee in hand, best friend by her side, Tru and Lindsey walked through the park.

“What’s up?” asked Lindsey, “You sounded like you were in a bad mood this morning.”

“Things were…” She was about to launch into the falling out of bed fiasco but in the distance saw Tara and Willow walking over the bridge, fingers laced, smiling and talking, “Bad, but they got better.”

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