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"Good to know." Gillian said, blushing by his gentle kiss on the back of her hand.

He smiled and sat back in his chair. He stretched and rubbed his aching leg.

"You alright?" She asked.

"Yeah I'm fine... I should just think before I shoot myself next time." He chuckled and closed his eyes, slowly drifting off into sleep. "Wake me up when we get to my house."

"Yes sir." She said happily.

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"Cal... wake up! Wake up Cal! We are at your house." She shook his shoulders until he finally awoke.

"Bloody hell woman!" He yelled at her, curling up and burying his face in his knees.

"You need to wake up Cal!" She said, shoving on his back.

"I don't wanna..." He mumbled, taking a deep breath.

"Cal... you need pants." She said, lightly smacking his butt.

"Wow... naughty." He smiled and rolled over to lookat her. "Maybe I don't want pants." He smiled and looked down at his boxers.

"Oh well." She smiled and went to get out of the car but he locked the doors. "Really Cal? You do know that I can unlock it from over her."

"Not if it's on childlock."

"Why would they put childlock on the drivers door?" She asked with a smile. "You should think through the things before you say them." She smiled and unlocked the door. "I will be inside."

He crawled out of the car quickly and fell before he could make it to the sidewalk. "Shit..." He mumbled, standing up and holding his aching leg. He limped into the house, forgetting about the crutches that he had. He stood in the doorway and looked at the broken house. "I did this?" He asked, unable to take it all in.

"Yes you did, now put these on." Gillian placed the jeans in his arms and went to work at cleaning up. She began picking up the broken beer bottles and setting them aside.

"Why the hell are you picking that shit up?" Cal asked her, slipping into the jeans.

"Because someone needs to take care of it and you never will!" She said, picking a chair back up.

"I don't want you to." He whispered.

"Well I want to." She said. She got off of the floor and walked over to him. "It's okay Cal. You weren't yourself."

"That happens too much and I always end up hurting somebody."

"What?"

"When I was 'not myself' with Jack I almost killed you. When I was 'not myself' here I almost killed you and myself, but ended up shooting my leg. Who know's what will happen next." He whispered.

She looked up at him and wrapped her arms around his stiff waist. "I don't care. It doesn't make me want you want less." She laid her heand on his chest and took a deep breath.

"It makes me want you less." He whispered, ignoring the fragile body that was wrapped around him.

"What?"

"What if something happened? My temper is horrible. I f I were mad and got drunk I could hurt you. What if i did something that really hurt you? I would never be able to live with myself. I don't want to risk it."

"Well I do." She whispered. "If getting hurt means I can be in love with you then so be it." She said.

"I don't want to hurt you." He whispered.

"Well what are you going to do?" She asked him, continueing to hold him although he wasn't moving at all.

"Maybe we shouldn't-"

"Don't you dare Cal Lightman. If you break up with me it will just be a different way of hurting me." She whispered, looking up at his hazel eyes.

He looked down at her and took a deep breath. "Nevermind." He whispered with a small smile. He laid his hands on her back and held her closer. "How can I stop myself?"

"I dunno... would you stop if I said, 'Cal you are hurting me!'?" She asked.

"I would hope so, but how can I know what I would do in that situation? What if I'm really pissed?" He asked her, still standing in the doorway, the wind blowing on his back.

"Let's not think about that."

"I want you to always have a pcoket knife on you." He said firmly.

"What? No way... I am not a... pocket knife kind of person." She whispered, pulling away from his cold body.

"I just want you to have... just in case... I lose control..."

"But Cal... I would never be able to hurt you with it, even if you were hurting me. I couldn't Cal... I wouldn't let myself."

"Well you have to beause the only way I can be with you is if I know that you have a way to protect yourself." He whispered, walking past her into the house.

She turned around and followed him, "Ok I will, but I am not going to hurt you, because I know that you will not hurt me." She whispered walking into the trashed kitchen. She started putting dishes away but he grabbed her arms and got into her face so there noses were almost touching.

"Do not clean up." He said, glaring into her small blue eyes.

"Why?" She asked, almost scared, but she knew better than that. He wouldn't hurt her, especially not because she was cleaning up in his house.

"Because it is not your mess."

"Well... when will you take care of it?"

"I'll get to it."

"Oh really?"

"Really."

She raised her eyebrows and smiled. She held his face in her hands and slowly moved her hands to his chest. She smiled and pushed him away, "Can we go tell Emily now?"

He walked backwards until he was leaning on the fridge. He looked at the ground then back at her. He nodded and walked past her to the car.

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Emily stared at Gabriel who was staring at the wall. "Penny for your thoughts." She whispered.

"How long has it been?" He asked.

"What?"

"Since... the party?"

"Umm... I dunno a month?" She guessed.

"Do you still... think about it?" He asked.

"Sometimes... why?"

"Because I do... and I can't seem to figure out... why..." He whispered.

"Why what?"

"Why did he rape you?" He asked, becoming mad.

"It could;ve happened to anyone." She said.

"No... this kid knew you were coming. He knew you were going to be there and he planned it out."

"How did he know?"

"He is - was - my friend. He knew I was going and that I was taking you. Like... he knew it was YOU, not just a girlfriend. You had met him before."

"When? I didn't recognize him."

"You were drunk Emily." He reminded her.

"When did I meet him?"

"That one day we went to the movies with a couple of friends. Mark."

"Oh him?" She asked surprised, "I-I wouldn't expect him to do that..."

"Well he was my best friend."

"Well that's too bad," She wasn't really sure what to say. "I thought he didn't know I was with you."

"I forgot that you had met... and he just said it to make me less mad. God Emily... I will never forget this... it was my fault!" He yelled.

"Gabe please..." She scooted closer to him and laid on his shoulder, "Seriously... don't balme youself for this."

"But I am the one who invited you! I am the one who left you alone. It's my fault."

She lightly kissed his cheek and said, "Please... stop blaming yourself."

He nodded and looked at her. Their lips met and he gently kissed her, letting his hands find her hips and rolling over on top of her. "I love you Emily."

"I love you too Gabe." She said, going back to the kiss.

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Cal limped into the house and looked at Emily. "Dad!" She yelled, jumping up from the couch and hugging him. He grunted and patted her back. "What happened?"

"Sit down... My leg really burns right now." They walked over to the couch and she looked at his leg, then looked back to him.

Gillian walked in behind him and sat down next to Gabe, giving him a small pat on the back and a wink. He smiled and nodded, looking back to Cal.

A/N: Next will be more about the pregnancy and all that crap! Aong with excitement and the FINAL and very much needed... talk... between Cal and Gabe... PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE leave reiviews... seriouslt it doesnt take that long... PLEASE! just a small one is okay... PRETTY PLEASE!