A/N: ok, so Lie to Me has become my new obsession! This story was inspired by a certain photo of the beautiful Kelli Williams I stumbled across! All will be revealed in future chapters!
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If the show belonged to me, Honey wouldn't have ended when it did!!
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Perfect Star - Part 1.
Feeling a huge sense of self-satisfaction, Doctor Gillian Foster took a step back and cast a critical eye over the fruits of her labour. Finally she could say she had completely unpacked all of the remnants of her previous life – all of the ones she wanted to keep anyway!
This box had been the last, and the hardest, and the one she had been putting off for weeks. This box had contained all the personal 'souvenirs' of her marriage, Christmas cards, birthday cards, Valentine's Day cards, photos, letters, and all the 'little' gifts Alec had given her during their ten year relationship. She had been dreading it and had started the day in a sad but determined mood. However, after carefully choosing some up-beat music to accompany her work and focusing on her future, Gillian had found the process to actually be quite therapeutic and liberating.
She had been ruthless, refusing to allow herself to become emotional or sentimental, and the quiet satisfaction of feeding previously treasured mementoes into the shredder had actually brought a small smile of victory to her face. She was free, finally, to be herself, no longer restricted by the constant anxiety of worrying that her husband was going to fall back into old habits. It wasn't her concern anymore.
Gillian had kept a few things of course, a couple of photos of their honeymoon, her wedding album, a couple of other reminders of how happy she and Alec had once been; but these were now tucked away in a small box on the top shelf of her hall closet. Out of sight, out of mind she thought to herself as she collapsed the large cardboard box that had previously housed the contents of her afternoon's work.
Carrying the box to the front door, Gillian then took a few minutes to straighten up around her still new home. She really loved this place, it was warm and cosy, friendly and inviting, but most importantly it was hers, just hers. She felt safe here and looked forward to the new memories her home would create for her.
Finally finished, Gillian suddenly realised how hungry she was, glancing at her watch she was amazed to discover it was nearly 8pm, deciding to reward herself with a pizza, Gillian grabbed the phone and placed an order for the full works. Feeling a pang of sadness Gillian shook her head at the recognition of yet another Saturday evening spent on her own, but in reality she wasn't ready to put herself out there yet, she was out of practice and needed more time to heal and rebuild her confidence. Besides which, having some time to herself was actually quite nice, she was in no hurry to meet someone new, some 'me' time was just what she wanted right now!
Pouring herself a glass of wine, Gillian was surprised by a knock at the door, she wasn't expecting anyone and didn't have a clue who it could be. Feeling a flutter anxiety in her stomach, Gillian prayed it wasn't Alec. She'd managed to go a whole month without him calling, texting or emailing her, and she wanted it to stay that way!
Gillian was relieved to see that the silhouette of the person she could see through her door was much too small to be Alec, but then she took a quick glance down at herself. She was hardly dressed for company; this was her typical 'cleaning' outfit. Ancient jeans, that had been washed so many times they were barely blue anymore and completely worn in all the usual places; and a plain white spaghetti strap vest top that sat just above the waist of her jeans, hinting at a glimpse of flesh when she moved. Her feet were bare and her face clear of make-up with her hair held in a clip.
'Oh well, not much I can do about it now', she thought to herself.
Reaching to open the door Gillian was alarmed to see a very red-eyed sixteen year old standing there.
"Emily," she said, immediately reaching out to reassure the obviously distressed teenager.
"Hi Gillian," Emily replied, nervously avoiding making eye contact, "I'm really sorry to bother you and if it's too much trouble I'll understand, but if it's ok with you is there any chance I can stay here? Just for tonight I mean, but if you're too busy it's not a problem."
All of this came out in a mumbled rush, and Gillian didn't need to be an expert at reading people to see just how distressed Emily was, her enormous brown eyes filling with tears and she pleaded her story.
"Of course you can Em," Gillian replied, gently reaching for her hand and guiding Emily into her home with a reassuring smile, all the while wondering what on earth had caused this usually confident and assured young lady to regress back to being a scared little girl again.
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