A/N: here is the next one! Sorry for no chapter yesterday! I had a friend over so thts why this one is super duper long... i will hopefullyput up another tonight!

Jack sighed and thought for a minute, "Oh wait... no no... this is perfectly fine. Actually it's better than fine it's great!" He said happily running back into the warehouse.

"What?" Mitchel asked worriedly as Jack ran in.

"This is perfect. I am actually glad they got away." He said, panting.

"Why?" He asked curiously.

"You'll see... in a couple days." Jack assured him, intently watching the TV.

.:.

Gillian quietly watched as Cal slept soundlessly. She still had his hand in hers. She looked down at his hand and played with his fingers, remembering herself that he was still there. She smiled as he began to roll around, getting comfortable in the seat of the car again. He turned, facing towards her and yawned. The balnket rubbed up against his back and he jumped up quickly, his head hitting the roof and then falling off of the seat. Gillian just began to laugh until she saw that he was in pain. "Ah..." He moaned, turning around on the floor, holding his head.

"Are you alright?" She asked, jumping down from her seat and kneeling down next to him, laying her hand on his back. He shook his head slightly and began to cough. She patted his back and he curled up, bringing his legs to his stomache as he coughed. "Cal!" She said becoming worried. He coughed a bit morea and looked up at her.

"Yea... I'm fine..." He whispered in a scratchy voice.

She gave him a look that said, are you sure? He nodded and sat up, leaning against the seat behind him. "What was that all about?" Reynolds asked from the front, looking at them through the rear veiw mirror.

"I was sleeping and my back rubbed up against this scratchy blanket and i jumped up, hit my head and fell down and began coughing, but I am fine." Cal assured him, taking a deep breath.

"Be careful." Ben said, shaking his head.

"Well do you have a shirt?" Cal asked.

"Unless you want the one off of my back..." Ben said with a chuckle. Cal frowned and looked down at his stomach. He looked at all the cuts and bruises and sighed looking at Gillian.

"How much longer?"

"Till when?" She asked.

"We get back?" He asked.

"I don't know... like an hour." She mumbled.

"How did you get to me so fast?" He asked her.

"Speeding." She said with a giggle.

He looked at her weirdly and she laughed, causing him to laugh. "Sppeding? I would never expect you to do that." He chuckled and picked himself back up, getting onto the couch.

"Cal...?" Gillian asked silently.

"Huh?" He asked, pulling the blanket gently over his body.

"How is this so easy for you?" She asked him, sitting next to him on the seat.

"i don't..." He mumbled.

"How is it so easy for you?" She asked again. "I mean.. you have been taken twice, Emily was taken once, you have been severely injured both time and looked death in the face and you have been used... I don't get how you are so happy right now." She said, looking at him.

"Well... you're here..." He whispered, taking off his tough guy mask and showing ehr his true feelings.

She looked at him, totally surprised. Did Cal Lightman really just say that? She smiled, she could see everything now. The sadness... the joy... the worriedness... she could see how he was really telling the truth. It was weird how he could just... instantly show it all. Show everything he was feeling. "Well..." She whispered.

"You have been here with me through everything... you were even there when Jack had me... and you didn't hold it against me when I hurt you." He said, slowly touching her neck. The bruises we gone but he could remember what they looked like so perfectly.

She looked at him and brought her hand to his on her neck. She rubbed it lightly and smiled. "You weren't in your right mind." She reminded him. She had told him so many times before. She looked at his arms and sighed. The marks that she made were still there. "What about those?" She asked, quietly tracing them.

"You were defending yourself..." He mumbled, the pain of her nails in his arm flashed into his mind again. He wasn't sure how he could remember but there it was.

"Here we are." Ben announced, stopping the van and jumping out.

"Kay..." Cal mumbled, looking out of the window, staring at the hospital. "Wait." He said as Gillian stood up. He grabbed her arm and pulled her back don. "We'll be out in a sec." he said to Ben. Ben nodded and walked into the hospital.

"What?" She asked, sitting down again where he had pulled her. She was now closer to him, their legs pressed together.

"I mean that... You have been here for me and not once have you yelled at my stubborness..."

"What about before you got taken the second time? I said I hated you Cal... what if we never got you back? What if those were the last words I had said to you?" She asked him, totally pissed at herself.

"I don't care... it was for my own good. I should have been coming in the next day but i couldn't tell anyone about Emily... so I'm letting that pass." He said with a weak smile.

"What do you want Cal?" She asked anxiously, she wanted to get into the hospital to see if he was okay.

"This." He whispered, kissing her on the lips. She was taken back by surprise but didn't stop it. This was what she wanted as well, she just didn't know how to tell him. She wrapped her arms around his neck, making sure to stay away from the painful cuts. He laid each of his hands on her hips and pulled her closer. She ran her hands up to his hair and lightly grabbed it making the kiss more intense. He pulled back and let his forehead rest on hers. He was breathing heavily like she was and he smiled. "Why don't we give it a chance?" He asked her quietly.

"What about the...?"

"Screw the bloody line." He said, cutting her off.

She laughed and gave him a tiny kiss. "Ok." She grabbed his hand and pulled him out of the van.

He smiled and jumped out shivering from the cold breeze on his bare body. "Wow..it's cold..." He whispered, slowly walking into the hospital.

"Well maybe you should walk faster." She laughed.

"It hurts..." He whined.

"Oh come on... that is why we are here." She tapped his nose and giggled. She walked into the hospital and walked staight to the desk.

"How may I help you?" The man asked.

"Um..." Gillian said. She looked over to see Cal standing in the middle of the waiting room, looking at all of the pictures on the walls. He glanced over at Gillian and gave her a little wave. She motioned for him to come over. He began to walk over and looked at a little boy who was staring at him. "What the hell are you looking at?" He asked, giving the boy a dirty look.

"What happened to you?" The little boy asked.

Cal stared at him uncomfortably and kneeled down in front of the kid. He opened his mouth, but nothing came out. "Uh..." He whispered. The boy stared at him, waiting for an answer. "I fell." He muttered.

"Yeah right... and you got all those cuts? All over your body?" The kid said with a giggle. "You're bad at lying..." he whispered.

"If only you knew..." Cal muttered under his breath. "What do you think happened to me?" He asked.

"Umm... I think a knight had a knife and he beat you..." The boy said with a hopeful smile.

"He beat me?" Cal asked.

"Yeah... he won..." The kid said as if Cal should have known.

"Is that what you wanted to happen?" Cal asked him, keeping his face straight.

"Yep... My name is Andrew." He said happily.

"Hi Andrew. My name is Cal." Cal whispered. "I am going to go find a shirt. I will be right back Andrew." Cal said, standing up.

"By Cal!" Andrew said.

Cal smiled and walked away, finding a doctor. "Can I please get a shirt?" He asked.

The doctor's eyes widened as he looked at Cal. "Uh... yeah..." he whispered, walking away. He was soon back with a white t-shirt and a navy blue v-neck sweater. Cal pulled the t-shirt over his head and rolled his shoulders, stretching the new, stiff fabric. He then grabbed the sweater and slipped it on. He walked out to Gillian and smiled.

"I like that look on you." She said, looking at his full outfit. He had dark black slipon shoes, blue jeans that were beginning to ware away (but it looked good), and the t-shirt with the sweater.

"Well... the t-shirt is soft so it doesn hurt." He said with a smile.

"Well that's perfect. Since the injury doesn't seem to be too bad we will wait." Gillian said, grabbing her purse and finding a seat.

Cal looked at Andrew and held up a finger, telling him to wait. "How long?" He asked, walking with her.

"Couple of hours?" She guessed, pulling a book from her purse.

"How do you just happen to have a book with you?" He asked her madly.

"I am trying to read Cal."

"Yeah... I see that." He said, leaning on the armrest.

"Why don't you go talk to your litle friend?" She asked him, pointing to Andrew who was playing with a little dinosaur toy on the other side of the room.

He glared at her and stood up. He walked over to Andrew and sat down on the ground, leaning against the chair behind him. "So what are you in for?" He asked him.

"Ummm..." Andrew looked at him like he was stupid.

"Wha?" Cal asked him.

"Look at my arm dummy." The kid said with a giggle.

"Oh..." Cal mumbled, looking at the little boys broken arm. "How did that happen?" Cal asked.

Andrew sighed and set the dinosaur down and grabbed a couple blocks and began to build. Cal grabbed the dinosaur and began to examine it as Andrew explained. "There is this girl..."

"Let me stop you right there." Cal said.

"What?" Andrew asked.

"How old are you?" Cal asked.

"Nine." Andrew said proudly. "Just last week." A smile spread across his face as he continued to build the blocks.

"And you have a girlfriend?" Cal asked with a small smile.

"No! Girls have cooties..." Andrew mumbled with a giggle.

"Oh yeah.. I forgot." Cal mumbled, "Whoops..." He whispered as he broke the leg off of the dinosaur.

"Dad!" Emily screamed as she ran into the waiting room, attacking him with a hug.

"Em!" He grunted as she wrapped her ars around him. He held her smallbody in his arms and kissed her head. "How are you?" He asked happily.

"I should be asking you that question." She said, giving him another hug. She kissed his cheek and sat in his lap. He put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed her.

"I don't know... I haven't seen the doctor yet." He said, glancing at the uncomortable Andrew, nervously playing with his blocks. "Oh this is my friend Andrew." Cal announced. "Andrew, this is my daughter Emily."

"Hi." Emily said happily shaking his hand.

"Hello." He said, a smile appearing.

"Are you keeping my dad in line?" Emily asked with a laugh.

"Yep." Andrew said happily. "I'm sorry." He mumbled.

"For what?" Cal asked, confused.

"I lied about my name..." He whispered.

"Why woud you lie about that/" Emily asked.

"Cause..." He shrugged. "My realnameis Jack." He said.

"What?" Cal asked, surprised.

"Jack." He said again.

Cal's eyes widened and nervously looked at Jack. "Oh..." He mumbled. He glanced at Emily who shrugged and looked at Jack.

"Jack Spencer." A doctor said.

"That's me..." he whispered, standing up and walking to his mother who led him out.

"What were the chances that we would run into a kid named Jack?" Cal asked Emily.

"I don't know... I'm just glad you're okay." She said, hugging him again.

Cal smiled and stood up. He found the seat next to Gillian and sighed as he sat down. He patted her thigh and she looked up from her book. "Huh?" she asked him. He slouched down in his chair and closed his eyes.

"Nothin..." He mumbled, shortly falling asleepy with his hand safely holding onto Gillian's leg.

Emily sat down next to him and leaned on his shoulder, soon falling asleep herself. Celmoved around a bit, sliping his arm around Emily's shoulders and holding her closely.

Gilian smiled at the little pair and at Cal's firm hand on her leg. It made her feel safe. He dove back into her book.

.:.

"He seems to be fine." Mitchel muttered, staring at the TV.

"Be patient." Jack said, annoyed.

Mitchel mumbled something else and stood up, walking out.

Jack shook his head and stared at the TV intently.

.:.

"Cal Lightman?" A doctor said, walking into the waiting room. Gilian gave Cal a shove and they both stood up, following the nurse. Emily firmly gripped his hand like a scared little girl. Cal smiled at her as they walked. "Right in here." The nurse said, pointng to the room. Ca walked in first and hopped up and the bed with a sheet on it.

"Hello, my name is Dr. Shepherd." The man said, sticking his hand out. Cal shook it. "So... pull off your shirt." Dr. Shepherd said with a small smile.

Gillian blushed as Cal slipped off the sweater and the t-shirt, revealing his abs. They seemed to have gotten better than they were before.

"So how did this happen?" Dr. Shepherd asked.

"Not important." Cal said stubbornly.

"Well ok." He said, walking up to Cal. He got out a small bottle and poured it over Cal's bare back.

"Shit!" Cal yelled. "You coulda warned me!" He said madly.

"Cal..." Gillian warned, showing a small smile. "He just has a bad temper." Gillian assured the doctor.

The doctor pulled out a towel and looked at Cal. "You look like a tough guy." Cal shrugged and stared at th other wall. "I'll take that as a yes." Dr. Shepherd said. He laid the towel on Cal's back and began to scrub hardly.

"What the hell? Do you find joy in hurting your patients?" Cal screamed, grabbing Dr. Shepherd's hand and twisting it around.

"Let go." The doctor said firmly.

"Make me..." Cal mocked.

Dr. Shpherd stared at him and Gillian said, "Cal...let go!"

Cal reluctantly let go of him. He look at Emily who was silently laughing in the corner of the room. 'Oh shutup..." He mumbled to her.

"Oh whatever dad..." She said.

"We are going to need to stitch these up." Dr. Shepherd announced.

"Go ahead..." Cal mumbled.

"Is there a color you prefer?"

Cal looked at Emily who bursted out, "Pink!"

Cal shrugged and said, "Sure..."

"Awww!" Gillian said as the doctor found the thread and went to work.

Cal grimaced as the thread tore through his skin as the doctor stitched up his cuts. "These are nasty... how did you say these happened?" Dr. Shepherd asked.

"I didn't and I'm not going to." Cal said, uncomfortably leaning over so the doctor could do his stuff.

"Right..." He mumbled, finishing ff one of the lashes. He went on to the next cut and sighed boringly.

"So..." Emily said awkwardly.

.:.

"So... Dr. Lightman was taken? Found? Then Emily was taken? Then Cal went and sacrificed himself for Emily? So Emily came back? And now Cal was taken? And then Cal was found? And now he is in the hospital?" Loker asked.

Torres nodded, totally stuck in her work.

"Wow..." Loker mumbled, taking a bite out of his burger. Torres sighed and looked at Loker.

"He has been through alot and you better be nice to him." She said sternly.

He frowned and said, "Whatever..."

"What do yu have against him?" She asked him.

"He's a jerk! I hate him!"

"Then why do you work for him?" She asked him.

"I need the money and he was the only one accepting..." He mumbled. "And the job s nice... it's just the boss.." He mumbled.

"Of course..." She said.

"Well why did you take the job?" He asked her, sitting across from her at the table.

"Because it suited me. And he wanted me." She said.

"Is that what he told you?" Loker asked with a chuckle.

"And you worked here..." She whispered.

"Yea I guess..." He chuckled, "Wait what?" He asked, confused.

"Loker... I really like and I have since I saw you here on the first day." She admitted.

"You have... I mean I liked you and I wanted to sleep with you because you're hot and-" She stopped him with a kiss. At first he was surprised but he settled in quickly. He wrapped his arms around her waist and she brought her hand to his face.

.:.

"Now the front." Dr. Shepherd said, finishing the alst of Cal's back. Cal laid down on the bed and took a deep breath.

"Dad?"

"Yes Em?"

"Is Jack still after us?"

"You don't need to be thining about that." He said, patting her arm. She took his hand and held it, comforting herself. She ran ehr fingers across the scars that Gillian made when he was choking her and asked:

"How did this happen?"

"I dunno... too much happened those days forme to remember every little thing." He lied.

"Yea I believe that, but you remember this." She said.

"I guess that's what happens when I have this job." He mumbled.

"I gave them to him." Gillian spoke up. Dr. Shepherd was silently listening to the conversationg, but keeping his attention on the cuts. "When he was choking me."

"Oh..." Emily whispered.

A/N: A LONG ONE! No cliffhanger tonight but what do u think of the relationships and little Jack? LEAVE REVEIWS!