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Tru Calling: The Devil You Know

Summary: Last installment following the events of I'm Sorry It's Like This and All That's Best of Dark and Bright:Tru struggles to raise Kira as she spirals into a very deep, dark post-partum depression and Jensen continues to haunt her. And, most importantly, will the bonds between Tru and Jack be able to survive this tumultuous chaos? My third multi-chapter Tru/Jack fic.

Prologue: Identity

The distant echo of a baby's cries enveloped the young woman with a deadened sense of dread and overwhelming fear.

Yet an intangible force seemed to be pulling her forward.

It compelled her.

Intrigued her.

Have I done something wrong?

She suddenly found herself standing beside a baby's crib, gazing down at the hysterical newborn resting inside.

Her fingers clenched the crib's white rails and she felt her throat constrict tightly at the sound of her name.

"Tru."

Reluctantly, Tru Davies turned around and was met with the haunting blue of Jensen Ritchie's piercing gaze.

She gasped suddenly as if she had just snapped out of some sort of mesmerizing trance when she realized what she saw.

Jensen was holding six-year-old Kira in his arms and she seemed unaware of everything going on around her. She lay still and asleep, content in the security of her father's arms. One tiny arm was hugging Kanga, her favorite stuffed animal, protectively to her chest.

"Kira…"

"She can't hear you, Tru," Jensen told her. "She can only hear me."

"Why? What did I do?"

"Daddy…" Kira began to stir just then, mumbling softly and drowsily.

"Shhh," Jensen soothed, rocking her gently. "It's okay. Go back to sleep, baby. Just go back to sleep."

Kira willingly obliged, letting herself drift into a restful slumber once again.

"Good girl," Jensen whispered, pressing a feather-light kiss against her cheek.

He was pleased that she listened to him so well. She was in his control. Of course he loved her. But gaining her trust was his first priority.

Jensen turned his attention back to Tru and chuckled harshly. "You know what you did, Tru. You slept with the enemy. You told him you wanted clarity."

He stepped aside, revealing a large mirror as an image – a memory – began to shimmer on its surface.

She stared fixedly at the mirror as she watched the scene unfold before her.

Her and Jack were in their bedroom, having what looked and sounded like a very heated conversation.

"It's not that, Jack," she heard herself say. "I need something. Sometimes I feel like I've lost a part of myself. Like a part of me is dying. Like I'm losing my identity. I want to know who I am again, Jack. I want clarity. I need clarity. Please…"

They moved closer, their lips almost touching.

Almost feeling…

Jack weaved his fingers through her dark curls, gazing into her dazzling brown eyes.

"Are you sure this is what you want?"

"Yes," she pleaded fervently. "I want clarity. Just show me…"

And he proceeded to do just that as the image slowly dissolved until only her reflection stared back at her.

But suddenly, another exact reflection of herself faded in gradually.

Now what she saw before her were two halves of one whole. Her existence split before her eyes. Together they were one.

But separated, a part of her was gone.

A broken soul.

A shattered identity.

Tru was slowly falling apart piece by piece.

Pretty soon, she would have nothing. The ties that bound the conscious to the unconscious were becoming undone.

And then, there would be nothing.

No fragmented memories of a past stained with rich dark crimson.

No identity.

"Turn around," Jensen said.

And as she did, she noticed something peculiar on the wall in front of her.

A certificate of some kind.

She moved closer to get a better view.

No… it couldn't be… could it?

Clarity Ariella, born April 21st 2011, at 9:16 p.m.

Tru glanced back down at the baby in the crib who had stopped crying long ago. But Tru just hadn't noticed before.

She then felt a tug on her arm and Jensen's warm breath on the creases of her neck.

"But I can't," she protested, running one hand along the middle of her stomach. "It's just not possible."

"Anything is possible, Tru. You have a second daughter… with him."

Tru sucked in a sharp breath.

"I'll take care of Kira now," Jensen reassured her. "She'll be fine with me, I promise."

"No…"

"Just trust me, Tru," he breathed into her ear. "I'm the devil you know."