Title: Calling Faith
Fandom: Buffy/Angel/Tru Calling
Pairing: Tru/?, Faith/?
Disclaimer: I don’t own Buffy, Angel or Tru Calling. Instead I am just a devoted fan girl. They belong to their creators and their producers and their production companies...
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Authors Note: This is my first attempt at writing a Tru Calling fic, so if it seems slightly off, I apologize. This is an AU fic based after Chosen and based on the concept of TC.
Tru Davies sometimes hated working in the Morgue. Sure, the people who worked with her were nice and all but sometimes she just missed the night life. But it was worth it, if it was going to help her future career. Plus Davis, although sometimes creepy was helpful when Tru needed to get information about the person she was saving.
But tonight though, was dead quiet, if you pardon the pun. She almost wished someone would be brought in but that meant that someone else had been killed. Not really something one should wish for.
Suddenly the doors swung open, startling Tru. She rushed over and started assisting.
“This is Faith Woods. A weird death for sure... wound is like a BBQ fork in the neck plus several broken bones. Looks like she was fighting for her life.”
With that Tru pulled the body bag down and gasped loudly. The girl looked just like her, similar build, same hair length and color.
“Freaky. Is she related?”
“No, I’ve never met her before.”
After saying night to the attendant, Tru got down to the job. She worked her way through everything that needed to be done before putting the body in the crypt. It was extremely eerie as it was almost like Tru was working on her own body. And the way that the girl died, that was too unusual. Guns, knives, hit and runs were to be expected in town but forks? That was too much.
Tru headed back to the office but before she got there the whispering started. Knowing straight away where to look, Tru opened the door to where Faith was placed.
Faith’s head turned and Tru expected the usual “Help me” but this time it was different. This time was more chilling.
“You have to warn B... he’s coming for her.”