sorryyy! ^^ theres only gunna be one more chapter after this one, being summer n all and odly im more busy in the summer then i am wen i go to school! :) haha...i don't have much time on the computer as i did so im gunna finish this one off and leave u all in peace ^^
"You feeling alright?"
Gillian looked up in half surprise and half relief. "Vance! W-what? Oh yea."
Vance, who was leaning on the door frame, picked up weight and walked over to her. "You know, Reynolds and I pulled quite a few strings to get here in time...I'm glad your alright." He stared at the corner of the room where Greg sat, sleeping.
Smiling, Gillian answered, "'Thanks Vance."
"No problem."
She could tell he was trying hard not to ask her something. His lips were twitching ever so slightly and he was swallowing a lot more than usual. However, Gillian could tell what he was going to ask before he got around to actually saying it.
"Cal doesn't know. I didn't get the chance to tell him." She dropped her gaze in half shame and guilt.
A moment passed before anyone said a word. "Alright." Honestly, Vance didn't know what else to say. He would just pretend he didn't know what was going on. Just telling Cal would complicate things even more and right now, that was the last thing they needed.
A doctor poked his head in and knocked. With a smile, he said, "Ms. Foster, I'm afraid you need to be getting as much rest as possible." He glanced at Vance. "It would be best if we could keep they talking to a minimum."
Understanding, Vance told her he'd be back to see her later and turned.
"You should go see him," Gillian suggested.
Vance glanced at her to see her smiling at him. Nodding, he went out to the nearly stranded, white corridor.
-x-
"I don't need bloody morphine!" Cal shouted. "What I need is to get the hell off this damn bed!"
He was struggling against a couple of nurses and a doctor. He's been stuck there for an hour, they had bandaged up his hands and was now currently trying to get him to lay back and rest. However, resting was the farthest of things he was currently doing. Sitting up as straight as he could, he was waving around and shouting on the top of his lungs, demanding that he were to be able to see Gillian.
Reynolds, at first, tried to help the nurses and get it through the thick skull of his that he needed to rest, however, when Cal resisted for a whole thirty minutes, he grabbed himself a chair from the back and sat down, sure that Cal would exhaust himself.
That had not been the case.
Another thirty minutes had swiftly passed and yet Cal was still wailing like the small child he truly was.
It wasn't until the door re-opened and Vance stepped in, that Cal managed to shut himself up.
"She's alright. They're getting her to sleep," Vance said in the most calmest voice he could manage. When he was outside the door, he didn't think it would be so hard to face his dad for the first time since he'd known in years. But now that he was staring at him, tears were threatening to form but he pushed them far back in his mind, telling himself that right now was not the time.
No body seemed to notice his eyes tearing up but Cal studied him a little longer than usual.
Suddenly becoming a master of expressions himself, Vance closed himself up, putting on a rather dashing smile. He turned to the nurses and doctor. "Would you please excuse us for a couple of minutes? Government business."
Hesitant at first, they nodded and left the room. As the door closed, Vance glanced at Reynolds than shifted his gaze to Cal. He grabbed himself a chair and sat down nest to the bed. "You okay?"
"Yea." At this point, Cal was more than proud of his son. Although, he was concerned when he found he couldn't read him suddenly.
"Great...You good enough to tell us what happened?"
Cal started told them starting from Vegas, but instead of telling the two of them it was for Gillian's safety, he said he drank too much and the next thing he knew, he ended up in the back of the van.
"...No more alcohol for Lightman," Reynolds muttered under his breath.
Ignoring his remark, Cal continued, finally ending up at their current position. "...and so they won't let me bloody go see Gillian!"
"You'll be able to see her in a few minutes, calm down."
Reynolds' phone rang at that moment. "Hello?" His face lit up. "Already? Thanks, I'll call back in a few minutes." And as if the chair he was currently occupying was on fire, he jumped up, nearly hitting his head on the curved stand-up lamp. "I have got the best news on the history of Earth!" he shouted in a very, unlike- Reynolds way.
Two pairs of eyes continued to stare at Reynolds as if he was mental. Raising an eyebrow, Cal spoke up, "Well what is it?"
"I've got a track on the truck Evan was driving when he dumped you two into the ocean!"
"H-how did you manage that?" Vance asked with increasing curiosity. "As I recall we arrived there after Evan left."
Reynolds was beaming by now. "Well you see, I've got a friend who happens to live in Monterrey and I asked him if he could put a tracker on a certain van!" At Vance's quizzical look he added, "He's a cop."
Vance nodded and moments of silence followed, broken after a while by Cal, who said, "Well what are we waiting for?" He flung the bed sheets off and swung his feet to the ground. "Let's go!" He said as a matter-of-factly.
"Whoa whoa whoa," Vance said as he pushed Cal back into bed. "You're not goin' anywhere 'till you're cleared by the doctor."
"That could take forever!"
"Then we'll wait forever!"
Forever didn't seem to take long. The next morning, Cal and Gillian were both discharged and the five of them, Greg included, were in a hummer, following the GPS which led to where DeGrow and Evan were, which luckily, wasn't that far away.
Gillian was sitting in the back along with her dad and Cal. From her angle, she could see Vance and wondered if he had mentioned to Cal about being his son. But Cal didn't seem to mind talking to Vance and Vance replied to everything he asked, however not without hesitation to thinking. With a mental sigh, she realized Vance didn't ask or tell Cal anything.
She was glad Cal was okay, although he still looked beaten up a little. The doctors fixed him up pretty good. He was no longer wincing while hugging her and his smile got currently brighter. She remembered the time in Vegas when she found out he had vanished. The very thought brought tear to her eyes and she wiped the memory away.
Vance's phone started ringing. With him driving, Reynolds picked it up for him.
"Agent Pierce's phone."
There was silence in the car.
Vance glanced over at Reynolds whose eyes were wide as saucers. "Oi," he whispered to Reynolds. "What's goin' on."
Gillian tried to hear what all the fuss was about but being seated behind Reynolds and not being able to look at his face, she couldn't.
Cal however, seated behind Vance, got a clear shot of him. He saw horror in his face, as well as fear, and he wondered why. Did something go wrong?
Not a minute later, Reynolds put the phone back into the cradle.
Vane once again glanced over. "Well?" he asked, somewhat impatient.
Reynolds gulped. The words he was about to say weren't exactly something they wanted to hear.
"They've got Germone."