A/N: My version of 'the end'...

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Tru sat up in bed and put a hand over her heart, which seemed to be beating five times faster than normal. This had never happened before. Neither of them had ever died before. And just because he asked her for help didn't mean that it wasn't just so she could rewind and start a fresh day without the calling. She could pick up the phone, call his number, and have no one answer. He could be gone forever.

She never got the chance to tell him that after hating his guts for so long, after being his exact opposite for the entire time she'd known him, she'd grown to love him so much that the thought of not being able to see his smirking lips, or his mysterious, glittering eyes, or to hear his knowing voice, killed her on the inside.

It all could have been a dream. What if the past five years had all been a dream?

Her cell phone rang, startling her and making her jump up from her bed. "Hello?" she asked, pleaded, not even checking the caller ID.

"So dying isn't that much fun. I don't think I'll be doing it again any time soon," came Jack's sarcastic voice.

Tru felt her eyes glistening, and she let out a choked laugh. "I'd prefer if you didn't."

"That still doesn't mean it isn't gonna happen to me again," Jack pointed out.

"Well, I think I can confidently say you're going to be taking my side on this one?" Tru asked.

"You'd be correct," Jack agreed. "I'll be over in a minute." He hung up, leaving Tru to sit back in her bed and let out a relieved sigh.

Now that the day had rewound, she was kind of bummed that she never got to find out how dinner went between Harrison and Avery.

XXX

"You know, I think those are my favorite types of reunions," Jack decided as he and Tru sat in her kitchen, sharing a bowl of dry cereal.

She grinned and smacked him on the arm. "Pig."

He shrugged. "That's not what you called me about twenty minutes ago," he teased.

"Yeah, yeah," Tru said, rolling her eyes at his 'male' behavior. "Let's get back to business."

Jack stood, brushing his hands on his pants and pretending to look pained. "Well, if you insist…" He grabbed her hand and pulled her up from the chair.

"Not that business," she chided, sitting back down. "I meant making sure no one dies today."

"Speaking of… do you feel kind of weird?" Jack asked, planting himself back in the chair. "Like…"

"Something is missing?" Tru finished. "Yeah." As much as she wanted to, she wasn't going to get her hopes up just yet. Her eyes found the clock on the microwave, and she jumped up. "Shit, I've got class in half an hour."

"You can't skip just this once?" Jack coaxed.

"No, I've missed so many days I'm afraid they're going to kick me out. Now you get out of here, and we can meet up after I get out. Usual spot?"

"I'll be the one sitting alone with two coffee cups," Jack nodded, grabbing his regular shirt to throw over his undershirt. He was just opening the door when Tru tapped him on the shoulder. He turned and looked at her. "May I help you?"

Tru stood on her tiptoes and kissed him. "I'm glad you're not… dead. I was so afraid you weren't going to ask me."

"Yeah, I'm kind of glad I'm not dead either," Jack responded simply.

"Hey Jack?"

"Yeah?"

"If we did… lose our powers…"

"Then we've got a hell of a future to look forward to."

XXX

Now, she was regretting not listening to Jack and skipping class. Good thing she had already attended this lesson.

As Tru exited the classroom, her fellow students streaming out around her, she let her weary mind retrace the two days she'd already gone through, considering how she was going to make sure that by midnight tonight, neither Don nor Jack would be dead.

And if that wasn't enough, she'd also been concerned with quite a large problem that she had been attempting to will herself not to think about since she had woken up that morning: After five years of countless rewinds, hours upon hours of missed sleep, and too many lives lost to Fate, was she finally free of the calling?

With this thought in mind, she made her way down town.

Tru spotted Jack as she came upon the café they frequented, sitting at an outdoor table with two coffee cups, just as he had promised earlier. As she fixed her bag strap over her shoulder, she watched her counterpart, taking him in. He looked calmer, more at peace, though as he scanned the passersby for her, his gaze still held the mischievous glint it always did.

She'd have it no other way.

"Hello there," she greeted once at the table, meeting his lips as his face turned towards her before sitting down.

"Hey," he responded, pushing the coffee cup towards her. As Tru took her first gulp, her eyes widened slightly. "I thought you'd need something strong since you've been awake for over two days," Jack told her with a tired smile. Tru had nearly forgotten that he'd gone without sleep for as long as she had.

"You thought right," Tru nodded, taking one more sip and hoping the affects of the caffeine would stimulate her body before she fell asleep on the table. "So, did you find him?"

"Yup," Jack said, flicking his head towards a small patch of bushes, where Don Chambers was sitting on a nearby bench, writing in his notebook. "He's been there just a few minutes less than I've been here."

"Well, at least we don't have to worry about finding him now," Tru concluded. "Now we just need to figure out how to keep him alive, away from my father, and off your back."

Jack had a smirk plastered on his face. "I actually had an idea about that…"

XXX

"Excuse me? Mr. Chambers?" Tru asked as she tapped the man on the shoulder.

Surprised, Don glanced up at her and shut his notebook with more force than necessary. It was then that he noticed Jack standing just behind Tru.

"What are you…" he started, squinting his eyes.

"Look, I can't really explain, but I know you've been following me," Jack said in a tone more serious than he normally used. "I also know that Richard Davies, my boss, is the one who hired you."

"I don't know what you're talkin' about," Don shrugged, attempting to brush them off. He was beginning to stand, but Jack placed a hand on his shoulder and pushed him back down onto the bench.

"We just need to talk to you for a second," Tru told him.

"Yes, you see… since you've been following me, I'm sure you've taken some interesting notes on the conversations between myself and this lovely woman," Jack said with a nod towards Tru. "And I need to inform you that you cannot let any of the information you may have picked up leak out to anyone."

"I don't know what you're talkin' about," Don repeated persistently, looking a bit nervous.

Jack kept a mild grin on his face as he shook his head. "There's no need to cover it up. It's okay. As long as you don't tell anyone what you've heard us talking about, then it's all fine." He leaned closer to Don, and looked around as if checking to make sure no one was eavesdropping. "You see, Tru and I are developing an idea for a supernatural television show that we want to pitch to one of the networks, and Richard's been trying to find out our idea and steal it so he can offer it up before us. He hired you to follow us so he could learn more about our developments."

At this, a look of understanding crossed Don's face. He seemed to be giving up playing innocent. "I thought somethin' seemed kinda fishy with his motives. I'm not used to doin' these kinda cases. Usually it's just wives wantin' to catch their husband cheatin' or somethin' small like that. And now all that stuff you two have been talkin' about, 'the calling' and victims and stuff, it all makes sense." He nodded. "Sounds like a good TV show."

Tru let out a breath, relieved beyond belief that Don had accepted their story. She and Jack exchanged pleased glances. "So you see why you can't tell him?" she asked.

Don waited a beat, and then agreed. "Yeah. Man, this guy really must want your idea if he's got me followin' ya."

"Yeah, he's pretty desperate," Jack said quickly. "So…"

"I'm gonna go quit right now, and go back to my old snoopin' jobs," Don told them, standing up and handing his notebook to Jack. "I hope one of the networks uses your show."

"Me too," Tru nodded, her face a mask of pretend-hopefulness.

Don Chambers walked away, leaving Tru and Jack to stare at the notebook in the latter's hand. "I can't believe he bought that," Jack said, shaking his head in amazement.

"Thank God he did." Tru looked out at the crowd still moving around them. "I think he's safe now. My dad isn't the type to kill people who are quitting."

"I hope so," Jack muttered.

Tru shot him a quizzical look. "What does that mean?"

Jack just sent her a charming smile and took her hand. "Lets go somewhere," he said, more as a statement than a question. Tru grinned and let him lead her away.

XXX

"I just had an interesting conversation with the man I hired to follow you," Richard said as he sat behind his desk, Jack standing with his arms crossed over his chest in the middle of the room.

"Oh?" Jack asked, feigning surprise. "What happened?"

Richard looked annoyed. "You know damn well what happened. He quit. He said it was because he didn't want to do a job this big, but I know what he really meant." He stared at the standing man. "You got to him."

"Now how would I have managed that?" Jack questioned simply, feeling smug.

"I'm not sure just yet, but I'll find out." Richard paused. "Is today a rewind day?"

Jack leveled his gaze with his boss'. "Yes."

"Jack…" began Richard warningly. "If Don Chambers died yesterday, then it's your job to tell me, and make sure it happens again today! What are you doing?"

"Starting to live my life, actually," Jack said easily. "It's not my problem anymore."

"Not your problem? Why the hell would you say that? What, did Tru finally get to you?" Richard stopped, realization dawning on his sour face. "You lost your powers?"

Jack shrugged. "We think so."

"But how?"

"I died."

Richard blinked slowly, wrapping his mind around everything. "If you died, then why are you standing in front of me?"

Letting a smirk form on his lips, Jack took his time responding. "Well, because your daughter won this round, and who am I to argue with her? I'm just a plain old guy with no control over Fate."

"But…" Richard's face was full of confusion. "You asked for her help? And the day re-winded? So now all Tru has to do is make sure you don't die today, and that's it?"

"Yes. And, well, if I died today, I'd be screwed, since I don't think we would have a rewind if she really did lose the calling."

Jack gazed at the man sitting across the desk from him with triumph. Finally, after five years, he was able to reduce Richard Davies into speechless shock. And now, if he really wanted to, he'd never have to lay his eyes on this man again. Unless, of course, he and Tru made up. Just because he was no longer playing Fate's advocate didn't mean Jack would be leaving his favorite ex-enemy.

No, he was going to be sticking around for a long time.

"I don't understand," Richard finally voiced. "Why didn't the day rewind when Elise was killed?"

"Because she was the one with the job of getting asked for help by the dead, not you. If you had been the one to die, maybe your day would have re-winded, too," Jack stated knowledgably. "But I guess that's the difference between us: I was willing to keep my power no matter what, because I knew that one day I'd be able to be with Tru without them, and that was enough to make me keep going every day. And maybe, if you hadn't given up so easily, you would've gotten the same thing."

Jack decided that he'd been there long enough, and now that Richard knew what was going on, he didn't need to prolong his visit. As he was opening the door to exit, he turned back. "I'll see you around, Richard," he said as his parting words, and then shut the door behind him.

Richard sat still for a long time after his door had closed. Now that he no longer knew whom the two people who had the calling were, what was he going to do?

XXX

"So are you ready?" Jack asked as he and Tru stood outside of the restaurant she'd told Harrison and Davis to meet her at for dinner. She hadn't mentioned that Jack was to be joining them also.

Tru looked through the large windows and took a deep breath. "Yeah. It's no big deal, right? I mean, we're just telling them that we don't have our powers anymore. This is a good thing."

"Yes it is," Jack agreed, pushing her lightly towards the door. "So let's go in, shall we?"

They entered the establishment, and the hostess led them over to the table where Harrison and Davis were already seated. When Tru's brother spotted Jack, he said loudly, "Are you kidding me? What's he doing here?"

Tru shook her head as she and Jack sat down. "Don't make a scene," she reprimanded.

"Thanks for the warm welcome," Jack mumbled, rolling his eyes.

"Tru… you said it was just going to be you, Harrison and I," Davis pointed out cautiously.

"Yes, well, Jack and I actually have something to tell you two."

"Oh my God, did this jackass get you pregnant?" Harry questioned, leaning threateningly across the table towards Jack.

"No!" Tru said loudly. At the stares she received, she lowered her voice. "No. Actually, um, I don't have the calling anymore."

"What?" both Davis and Harrison said at the same time.

"It's a pretty long story, but the bottom line is that Jack died, and since he did the calling got passed on to two new people, and even though the day re-winded it never came back to us."

"Are you positive?" Davis looked skeptical.

"Yeah, it happened a few days ago, and no one has asked me yet," Tru answered.

Harrison sat, gathering his thoughts. "Wow. So like, no more saving people? No more dead bodies asking for your help?"

Tru shook her head. "Nope. It's someone else's job now."

"So that means…" he trailed off, glancing at the man he had hated for nearly five years.

"I'm no longer considered 'Death', as you so fondly call me? That would be correct," Jack said.

Davis rubbed a hand over his beard. "So now what do we do?"

"Whatever we want," Tru declared, her voice tinted with relief that only someone who's just gotten rid of the weight of the world off their shoulders could feel. "You can go back to just being yourself and running the morgue without keeping secrets from people, and Harrison can keep working for Dad," Tru nearly stumbled over the last word, "and Jack can get a real job, and I can finish med school and become a doctor. And we don't have to worry about whether someone's life is in danger or not."

"Does this mean I have to like him?" Harrison whined, tilting his head towards Jack.

Jack sighed and shrugged. "Whatever." But he smiled as Tru caught his eye and they shared a content look.

The four let a silence drift upon them; everyone considering their own future plans. Davis cleared his throat. "So what does this mean for you two?" He glanced between Tru and Jack.

"Who knows?" Tru responded, picking up her menu and grinning into it. "Does anyone else feel like chicken tonight?" she queried as she felt Jack's warm hand slip onto her thigh.

XXX

End.

A/N 2: I left room in case I ever decided to do a one-shot sequel. Hope you all enjoyed :)