lie to me fic: the world is changed and we are broken (1/1) gillian, cal, pg-13
Title: the world is changed and we are broken
Gillian, Cal, Wallowski, post-3x01 In the Red, pg-13
Words: 490
Author’s Notes: Thank you to my beta, tempertemper77. I felt Cal deserved some comeuppance for his behavior in 3x01, and since I’ve been ridiculously busy with work since then I’ve only managed to get it written now.
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The world is changed; the curve of your lips rewrite history.
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
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Timing is everything, and whoever it was insistently ringing his doorbell obviously had none of it.
“I’ll be right back,” he muttered to Wallowski, straightening up his shirt. “Don’t put any of those clothes back on,” he pointed back to her lying on the bed as he stalked out the bedroom door with a smirk on his face.
It was still in place as he swung open his front door, ready to unleash a tirade of angry words at his unwelcome visitor, when he saw Gillian standing on his doorstep. She allocated him a single up and down glance, taking in his appearance, which only served to fuel the hostility on her face.
On the defensive, he reacted. “I’m a bit busy, love.”
“Oh, I can tell,” she seethed. “I just have one thing to say. ‘You mess with my finances again, you and I are through’? Really, Cal? Is that the way this is going to go now?” She stepped up into the doorway, invading his personal space. “My name may not be in bright shining lights in the entrance hallway, or on the top of the letterhead paper, but I think you’ll find that this company is half mine and on the deed my name is right there next to yours. They are our finances, not just yours, you arrogant bastard, and I spend so much of my time making sure we still have some while you do your best work trying to sabotage it all.”
She paused, taking a breath, thinking about her next words. Instead of the flurry of anger of the first ones, these were laced with sadness. “If I had known, all those years ago when you begged me to be your partner, ‘come on, Gill, you and me!’, that at some point you would turn round and treat me like I mean nothing to you, an irritation in your life at the best of times, I would never have agreed to it.”
She turned, then, not giving him the chance to respond. Angry, he shouted to her as she walked down the path away from him. “So, are you leaving then?”
She got a few steps before she looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes sad but her composure intact. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, Cal.”
He listened to her retreating footsteps long after she’d disappeared into the shadows.
Fin
Gillian, Cal, Wallowski, post-3x01 In the Red, pg-13
Words: 490
Author’s Notes: Thank you to my beta, tempertemper77. I felt Cal deserved some comeuppance for his behavior in 3x01, and since I’ve been ridiculously busy with work since then I’ve only managed to get it written now.
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The world is changed; the curve of your lips rewrite history.
- Oscar Wilde, The Picture of Dorian Gray
-
Timing is everything, and whoever it was insistently ringing his doorbell obviously had none of it.
“I’ll be right back,” he muttered to Wallowski, straightening up his shirt. “Don’t put any of those clothes back on,” he pointed back to her lying on the bed as he stalked out the bedroom door with a smirk on his face.
It was still in place as he swung open his front door, ready to unleash a tirade of angry words at his unwelcome visitor, when he saw Gillian standing on his doorstep. She allocated him a single up and down glance, taking in his appearance, which only served to fuel the hostility on her face.
On the defensive, he reacted. “I’m a bit busy, love.”
“Oh, I can tell,” she seethed. “I just have one thing to say. ‘You mess with my finances again, you and I are through’? Really, Cal? Is that the way this is going to go now?” She stepped up into the doorway, invading his personal space. “My name may not be in bright shining lights in the entrance hallway, or on the top of the letterhead paper, but I think you’ll find that this company is half mine and on the deed my name is right there next to yours. They are our finances, not just yours, you arrogant bastard, and I spend so much of my time making sure we still have some while you do your best work trying to sabotage it all.”
She paused, taking a breath, thinking about her next words. Instead of the flurry of anger of the first ones, these were laced with sadness. “If I had known, all those years ago when you begged me to be your partner, ‘come on, Gill, you and me!’, that at some point you would turn round and treat me like I mean nothing to you, an irritation in your life at the best of times, I would never have agreed to it.”
She turned, then, not giving him the chance to respond. Angry, he shouted to her as she walked down the path away from him. “So, are you leaving then?”
She got a few steps before she looked back at him over her shoulder, her eyes sad but her composure intact. “I don’t know what’s happened to you, Cal.”
He listened to her retreating footsteps long after she’d disappeared into the shadows.
Fin