Hi All………Before I move on with the next Chapter I really want to say a big THANK YOU to the people that switched me on to this site.
I was idling along on the FP site until one day a couple of kind readers (you know who you are) put me wise to the unending joys and delights here on Fanfic….Since then I have been happier than a pig in the proverbial, not only writing but reading fantastic stories.
I am grateful to all on this site for their encouragement –enthusiasm and friendly openness……
Right – on with then….
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The Other Side of Foster
Once Emily had left there was silence as both Cal and Gillian tried to evaluate the events of the morning.
Gillian was the first to move. She made her way to a hunched Lightman, lifted his chin so that their eyes met, and gently kissed him on the lips.
"Don't go there Cal"
"Where exactly do you think I was sneaking off to?"
"The world of 'Zoe pain'. If you let her push you there..then she wins. I have a feeling that this could be a long war, and I for one, don't want her being the victor in the first battle"
Cal studied the face of the angel standing in front of him.
He noted the calm yet steely determination in her eyes and started to feel an immense sense of pride rush over him.
"I know yer right luv, but Christ, that bitch…We were all having such a wonderful morning.."
"We still are Cal. Zoe was just… an unexpected moment of additional entertainment. That's all. You can't allow her to be anything else"
"That's a very rational and controlled way of looking at it Dr Foster..truble is that you are trying to sell to a man who is not best known for his rational control"
She laughed and dropped another kiss on his lips "Just as well we are in this fight together then isn't it"
This last comment, and the genuine look of happiness on her face, finally elicited an equal reaction from Cal.
They quickly cleared the kitchen before moving on to the living room, both deciding to keep the champagne bottle as a memento.
It was coming up for 5pm, the end of a fairly uneventful day at The Lightman Group.
Gillian popped her head into Cal's office.
"I'm going to pop round to my apartment sweetie, just to pick up a few things really, and any post. I'll see you at home a little later ok"
Cal grinned at her, he loved the way she had already started to refer to his house as 'home'.
"Remember to include some sexy underwear, and NO romance novels"
"Bully"
Making her way to her car Gill was glad Cal hadn't been in one of his 'reading moods'.
Well it wasn't a total lie, she was going to her apartment, and she was going to end up back at Cals. She just didn't think he needed to know about her journey plans in-between that all.
As she sat in the semi darkness in her car, she reassured herself that her forthcoming actions were necessary.
She also smiled at little as she pondered Cals reaction when he found out, as he ultimately would. ..Shock in all probability.
Gillian Foster had depths to her character that were much deeper than most people would ever know. There were certain aspects that she VERY rarely let out of their closets, but this evening she was turning the lock on one of them.
Walking up to the door she took a deep breath and pushed the doorbell hard.
"Gillian… Well today is just one long ride of 'unexpected visitations isn't it"
"Zoe. I think we need some …communication"
"Delighted to Gillian. Please, come in. I can't offer you any champagne I'm afraid – nor any condoms for that matter – but a coffee maybe.."
Gillian stepped through the door, her determination hardened further by Zoes caustic tone of voice and the snide digs.
Before Zoe could shut the door Gill turned on her – TWACK – her right hand made contact with Zoes face perfectly..
"THAT is for calling me a slut" TWACK her left hand was just as precise..
"And THAT is for upsetting the two people that I love the most in my life"
As Zoe held herself up by the use of the wall Gillian threw a single sheet of card down on the floor in front of her.
"THAT is just to advise you that should you still decide to carry on with your vindictive actions, you might be in for a lot more than you ever realized"
With that, Gillian walked calmly back through the still open door, back to her car, gracefully positioned herself behind the steering wheel and drove away into the night.
As she made her way back to Cals Gill couldn't help chuckling.
The LOOK on Zoes (very reddened by the time she had finished) face was a prize she keep forever in her memory.
Her hands were still stinging but she adored the feeling.
Feeling a little light headed she pulled up outside her new home, grabbed the bags she had on the back seat, and made her way inside.
'Watch out' Cal Lightman she thought, I am in a very strange mood tonight and anything could happen….
Zoe took some time to recover enough to reach down and pick up Gillians parting 'offering'.
The white card was approx. 6 by 4 inches in size and the outer edge had gold wavy lines decorating it.
Focusing in, she noticed the immaculate calligraphy of the hand writing. She started to read:
Dear Zoe,
We are delighted to advise you of the recent engagement, and forthcoming wedding of
Dr Cal Lightman
To
Dr Gillian Foster.
It is with deep pleasure that we are able to inform you that your presence is NOT required at this event.
Our thoughts will not be with you during the ceremony or at any time after.
We sincerely hope that you receive this notification in the same spirit of 'love and affection' with which it was given.
WELL, she thought.
GILLIAN FOSTER, there is a lot more to you than meets the eye ….
Lightly touching her sore cheeks, she had a brief feeling of admiration….
