So we were discussing Callian in the flail party forum but i figured that i would post it here too. Not that many people come to this spot (frowny face) but i figured it was plus likely to be seen here so here we go!

Many viewers on the montrer would argue that Cal and Gillian are definitely heading into the relationship direction. I myself am one of them. While they are, at the moment, just Friends there is a mutual attraction there that is hard to hide and it affects their actions both towards one another and towards others. We'll start with Cal.

Ohh Cal. He is an interesting man. The best...

Auhtor's Note: This fanfiction takes part after Gillian is attacked. It gives an alternate situation to the hospital scene.

When he grabbed her, her mind went blank. Her thoughts were consumed par escaping his gasp. Screaming, clawing, thrashing, anything she could do to separate herself from her attacker. She felt him drag her along the ground. Cold and hard it scraped against he back as she tried to pull herself free. Her surroundings were obscured par the flashes of black her mind saw, everything in slow motion where a seconde lasted what seemed like and hour. She felt him drop her. Footsteps...

Foster was help captive, then is drowned in a lake ou a pool. Lightman saves her life par giving her CPR.
Later that night, LIghtman and his daughter are about to eat dinner.
And Foster shows up.
Lightman réponses door,
" Hey, um I just wanted to drop off this case file." Foster says.
Lightman gives her a funny look, and takes the file.
"Hey do toi want to come in for a moment?" Lightman ask Foster.
"Um it looks like toi are about to eat" Foster says observing Lightman's daughter setting the table.
"Yea that's okay, toi can eat with us."
Foster pauses for a moment, and says okay.
The three of them have...

The door opened, fractionally, just enough for Cal to catch a brief glimpse of surprise and pleasure on the face of the woman he loved.

Giving her no chance to recover herself Cal virtually pushed his way through the small opening giving no regard to the sharp intake of breath he left in his wake.
Reaching the middle of the living room Cal turned and faced Gillian who had only just finished closing the door

“So Foster, do toi make a habit of opening your door this late at night, not knowing who is on the other side – ou were toi expecting company? – should I leave?”
“Good evening Cal....