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Forces of Nature, Part 1.

The heavens opened and torrents of rain, driven by a turbulent storm, were the result. Gillian Foster sat in Cal's lounge listening to the pitter-patter of the rain as it hit the window. Every now and then she would hear the low rumble of thunder followed quickly by a flash of violet light that illuminated the whole room. She nervously chewed her bottom lip as she watched the clock on the fireplace tick away the seconds. She had sent Cal a message explaining why her car was sill at work and had received a reply saying that he was on his way back, the seconds carried on ticking away and she knew that would be home soon and then everything would change between them. She felt a little bi-polar, like she was two women, the first was ruled by her heart, the second by her head and they were playing an emotional tug of war with her. The woman that was ruled by the heart was telling her to rush into Cal's arms the moment he walked through the door, to confess her undying love for him, to forget Alec and move on with her life, I read far too many romance novels. She thought as a rosy blush blossomed across her cheeks, but all those looks laden with desire, the electricity between us when we are close to each other, that's not my imagination, is it?

Just as she was being seduced by the siren song of the heart woman, the cold, logical head woman would cut in and she would be reminded of all those little facts that caused her so much uncertainty. Even if the sexual tension between her and Cal wasn't all in her mind, reality and fantasy are often two very different things, having her in reality may not be what Cal really wanted and deep down she was plagued by the idea that he was still in love with Zoë, that may explain his odd behavior with her for the past few weeks, She thought, all the secretive phone calls and impromptu meetings, perhaps he's still in love with her and they are trying to working things out? But then why would have kissed me?

She had been so lost in the mental argument between her heart and her head that the sound of Cal's key in the door made her physically jump. Swallowing hard she stood up and made her way to the front door to greet him, she watched him tumble through the door, cursing the weather as he shook droplets of rain from his wet hair. The sight of a dripping wet, cursing Cal stirred her emotions and the two women in her head resumed their fight, she knew the situation wouldn't resolve itself and only she could decided whether Cal was what she really wanted and if what she felt for him was worth risking their friendship for. His eyes were fixed on her and she saw him make a slight movement towards her. OK Gillian, you know what you want to say to him, so just say it.

"We need to talk"

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Cal Lightman laughed a hollow, humorless laugh as his car was besieged by heavy drops of rain. "Pathetic fallacy" he uttered out loud as he glared at the angry, black storm clouds that were dispensing rain so heavily it was almost impossible to see though his window screen. His mind wandered back to an English literature class where his teacher had told him about pathetic fallacy and how writers would often use it in literature by having the weather reflect the main characters emotions. "Bloody perfect" he growled as a loud clap of thunder boomed, the raging storm was a perfect reflection of his emotions, angry, restless and wild. He tapped his fingers impatiently on his steering wheel as he sat in traffic, watching his window wipers work double time, flicking the rain off the window screen, frowning he tried to calm his thoughts enough to see a solution to his problem. How the hell could I have gotten her pregnant? He silently chastised himself, she's lying, she has to be lying, but she wouldn't, would she? If she was I would have seen it….but….

A sense of clarity took over him "I never actually asked her is she WAS pregnant!" he stated to himself, suddenly, the memory of the event flew back into him mind if full Technicolor. She threw the test at him, he was looking at the test, he didn't look at her at all, he was so wrapped up in looking at the test he could have missed any signs of deception. A new found sense of hope was instilled in him and as the light turned green he pressed the gas peddle hard to the floor, willing his car to speed him to his home and the waiting Gillian. Maybe, just maybe, things could be worked out after all, but he knew not all of the problems were resolved. He still didn't know IF Zoë was lying, he didn't know why Gillian had showed doubt and shame after they had kissed and he would still have to explain to Gillian about sleeping with Zoë, but, like the true scientist that he was, he knew that he could deal with it all one problem at a time.

As he pulled his car onto his drive he glanced at the clock on his dashboard, it told him that the journey had taken its usual thirty minutes, but it had seemed more like hours. He ran from his car to the door, but despite his speed the torrential, freezing cold rain had soaked him through, he pushed his key into the lock and gratefully stepped into the warmth of his home. A delicious smell, a mixture of something sweet, like vanilla and strawberry, wafted towards him and wrapped itself around him like the greeting of an old friend, he looked round and realized where the smell was emanating from, it was the smell of Gillian Foster's perfume. Seeing her standing in the hallway way he moved towards her, he noticed that her cheeks where slightly flushed, making her look as sweet as she smelt, and he moved so close to her that they stood less than a foot apart, his amber flecked, blue eyes meeting her azure blue, she smiled, not bothering to try and hide how she was feeling, he would have seen through her anyway, fear, desire, doubt, confusion, all mingled on her lovely features, he smiled back at her, his smile mirroring all of the emotion she had shown him

"We need to talk" their voices chorused at the same time, the same words spoken by both.

Their voices seemed to echo off the walls and lifted into the air intertwining in a melodious sound. They both seemed a little surprised, amused even. Cal grinned and nodded towards the lounge, Gillian understood and ambled in, taking a seat, Cal handed her a glass of whiskey as he took a seat opposite her, both of them anxious, both about to reveal something they had hope to keep hidden. The air was thick with silence as they sipped their drinks; a crack of thunder made Gillian jump and the room was suddenly lit again by the bright, violet light as lightening gashed across the sky. Cal gazed out of the window and then at Gillian, finally breaking the silence.

"Well luv, ladies first".

A/N Thank you so very much to all the people who have stuck with this so far and all of the people who have been kind enough to review it. I am sorry of the chappies are a little slow coming and not as exciting at the moment but I am on clinical placements delivering babies, so, time is a little tight! I have nearly finished the second part to this and as soon as i am happy with it i will post it. Thank you all once again :-) xx