Summary: Cal experiences an extraordinary loss. 'His fiery fist of a heart was torn and shredded in an instant.'
Rating: T. One instance of strong language.
A/N: My friend got me into Lie to Me this summer and it immediately catapulted itself into my top TV shows. I've written a few other things that are incomplete, but this really short, slightly mad little thing came out of nowhere and wouldn't let go, so I thought I would share it. Any thoughts are welcome, thanks.
Disclaimer: Lie to Me is not mine.
He'd never actually been shot before. Not even a flesh wound. Even though he'd had the deathly barrel of more guns than he could remember pointed at him, the ever-devastating fusion of pitch-black powder and gold metal was yet to harm him.
But at that moment, as he sat enveloped in the cold glass and bare white of her empty office, he felt as if he knew exactly how a bullet felt. Except this loss was no ordinary one. If it was anything, it was like a hollow-point bullet. As painful and penetrating as any other at first, until it expanded, flared and twisted with maximum effect. It split and cracked bone and ripped flesh until it bore at the very centre of his chest. His fiery fist of a heart was torn and shredded in an instant. All because he had pushed and pushed until the distance between them was a cavern and it would have taken a fucking saint to endure it any longer. He flickered his eyes shut, wondering if he was shutting away the searing pain or concentrating on it.
When he next opened his eyes, the thin sheen of sweat that prickled against every pore cracked the haunting mirage. The only black was the ink under his skin, the only gold the thin light of breaking dawn, the only sound his heart pounding against her fingertips.
