A/N: hrmmm... no commetns on the last one...? imma cry!

Cal now had his hands tied up and the rope was connected to the ceiling so he was just hanging there, leaning against the wall. If he was cut down he would fall right to the floor. He squinted as he watched jack come in with a bucket full of something.

"What about the Jesus thing?" Mitchel asked, walking in behind Jack.

"Naw... I changed my mind." Jack said walking up to Cal. "Don't fall... and turn around so your back is to the wall." He turned Cal and whipped him several more times with a laugh until his chest and arms were covered in red, bloody lines. "Now... if you do fall... it's gonna sting... rubbin salt in the wounds." Jack said with a laugh. He picked up the bucket and began to dump it all over the floor. Little white grains began to spill out. Cal stared at them nervously and then looked at Jack. "Oh... it's salt. Don't fall." Jack warned. He then dropped the bucket and walked out again.

.:.

Gillian looked around and told Emily to go home. "Cal and I will be there soon. Stay there and don't open the door for anyone. If I am not back in 3 hours call reynolds and give him the address. Do NOT give it to him now." She gave Emily a stern look and grabbed her jacket and walked out the door.

"What are you going to do?" Emily asked nervously.

She stopped and turned to Emily. "I am going to get your father." She then dissapeared out the door.

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She was soon at the address and rushed in the door- quietly. She looked around and slipped down the halls. She could hear distant cries for help. They were Cal's and she filled with sympathy. She ran down the empty hallways, following his voice. "CAL!" She screamed, hoping he would hear it.

"Help..." Cal moaned in pain. He did it about three more times, but gave up... no one was coming to help him...

Gillian stopped and closely listened... he stopped! She ran where she thought she was going earlier, continueing to call out his name. She eventually barged into the room he was in. She found his deathly pale body leaning against the wall... his arms in the air, his chest slowly rising in falling. His head was drooping down and he had cuts all over his body. She ran up to him and he jumped up in pain as she hugged his chest. "Sorry..." She mumbled. She reached up and untied the rope slowly. He immediately fell to the ground and screamed out inpain. "What is this stuff?" She asked, helping him off the ground.

"Salt..." He said, gasping as it stung every inch of every cut. A smile spread across her face when she heard his voice. He jumped up and rolled his shoulders. "I'm already..." He said with a small whimper.

"Yeah right..." She wrapped his arm over her shoulder and dragged him from the building. He was able to walk with her till they made it to the car. He had snatched up his jeans as they walked out and was slipping them on in the car. He had also grabbed his phone and slipped it in his back pocket. Jack had left it on the table... being a little too cocky. "Ok lets go... how did he get so far out into the country? I mean... this is just empty feild right here. I guess it was smart... no one will be passing by here anytime soon." She chuckled and continued driving but rambled on to Cal about how stuid what he did was and why he should have told Reynolds.

"FOSTER!" He screamed as they came into contact with a tree that had fallen onto the road. He jumped over to her and knocked her to the floor, protecting her with his body. The crash was fast, but definitely not painless. All the windows instantly broke and fell onto Cal's back, making additional cuts. He nervoulsy stared down at her, one hand on each side of his head, his knees holding to her waist tightly.

"You can get off now." She said, spitting hair out of her mouth.

He shook his head. "I can't."

"Yes you can, get up Cal." She said, pushing at his bare chest.

"Ow! No stop! There is glass on my back and it is stuck on something and if I pick myself up it will go right into my back." He complained.

"Oh." She whispered, laying back down and holding on to one of his arms. She tried to pull her self out from under him and out of the car but they were too low and the only way was for him to get up. "Damnit... I can't sqeeze out."

"Call Reynolds." He suggested with a smile. She smiled back and put ehr hand on his cheek, feeling the stubble that came with no shaving.

"If only I had my phone where I could get it. It's in the back... in my purse..." She said said with a shrug.

"I have mine." He said. "I grabbed it before we left."

"Ok...? Where is it?" She asked, not really wanting to get out. She was enjoying this posistion very much.

"In my back pocket." He said, a goofy grin coming to his face.

"I am not putting my hand in your back pocket." She said shaking her head.

"Oh come on." He said, chuckling. She glared at him madly then slowly slipped her hand in his back pocket and quickly pulling out the phone. "That was lovely." He joked. She frowned at him and began to dial Ben's number.

"AH!" She screamed, throwing the phone behind her as Cal sneezed. "Cal! You made me loose the phone!" She yelled madly whacking one of his arms.

"Well sorry! I had to sneeze!" He yelled back. "What now?"

"Can you go down?" She asked. He did a small pushup and nodded. "Then jsut lay down on me and I can pull off the glass." She said.

"I am not laying down on you." He warned.

"Oh come on." She said with a laugh.

"No." He said, shaking his head.

"Cal! Just lay down on me and I can pull off the glass." She said, laughing again.

"I will not. I am too heavy and just no... I won't." He said seriously.

"Cal... how else do you plan to get out?"

"Some one will come..."

"Yeah... eventually..." She said, laughing. Come on... just lay down on me. Seriously... I don't mind. Just do it." He shook his head again and she grabbed his shoulders and pulled him down, but he locked his arms and pulled away.

"No!" He insisted holding himself up, his arms beginning to shake under the weight of his body and all the glass.

"Look!" She said, pointing to his weak arms, "You are going to fall soon anyways! Would you rather fall on me or just slowly lay down on me?" She asked him.

A/N: Should he lay on her? leave commetns please!