Tru Calling: The Devil You Know

Written by Cherrygurl1225

Rating: T

Disclaimer: I own nothing but the words that come out of my imagination. All characters associated with this brilliant show belong to Jon Feldman and Co. I wish I could've been a writer for this show, though! ;)

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.

Author's Note: Well, here it is, guys! This is what I hope will be the LAST installment of my first ever multi-chapter Tru/Jack series, although depending on how and what I write, it may extend into another installment.There are always SO many possibilities to explore! Just a quick note about the title. It came from something I heard in the TV show Medium when one character was telling the main character "I'm the devil you know." I loved that and thought it added just the right amount of spookiness. Everything else is explained at the end of this prologue.

Dedications: This story is dedicated to my 3 friends: Hillary, Jordan and Amy, the mommies-to-be!! I'm ecstatic for you all and a special thanks to Jordan for constantly being an inspiration for my writing.

IMPORTANT NOTICE: As some of you may know, there have been horrible wildfires raging out here in Southern California, so it may be awhile between updates until things around here get back to normal. My house wasn't affected, but it came pretty damn close (about a mile away) and it's been very, very scary. But it has also served as some of the inspiration for my story, especially in Chapter One. I also have obligations with school and physical therapy, so your patience is very much appreciated. Thank you and ENJOY!!

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."

Author's Note: Well, that concludes the prologue! I know I am getting ahead of myself with the introduction of Tru's second daughter, but I thought it would be a good way to allude to Tru's fears. There will be times (especially during the duration of her post-partum depression after Kira's birth) where she will feel like an incompetent mother and may drift in and out of reality, so to speak, as a mental and physical reaction to losing who she loves. She wants a child with Jack, but fears a reoccurring inability to care for Kira at the same time, losing a part of herself and losing Kira to Jensen completely in the process. I also thought it was cool to introduce Jensen as the 'devil', but in a different kind of light. Parts of this as well as "All That's Best of Dark and Bright" have strikingly similar allusions to the movie Rosemary's Baby and I love the effect of that. I also may change the date of Clarity's birth in the future if I can find any cool symbolism with zodiac signs and special birth dates, etc. Anyway, your reviews and feedback are appreciated as always. Stay tuned for more… ;)