Author's note: thank you for reviewing my recent fic; it means a lot to me. I don't want to be yet another person playing the "English isn't my first language" card, but the fact I could somehow express myself with words and someone would find it beautiful makes me happy. Now, this one is probably going to be all over the place. I have a lot of small scenes with Callian in my mind that I wish we would've seen in the show. Some of them are going to be light, some really angsty, but they will all be balanced because I love them too much to make them suffer even more.
With your first look at her, you would probably think Gillian's favourite kind of weather had to be sunny, warm, and beaming. The one that matches her personality. And though she absolutely feels more enthusiastic on those days, she always leans towards the spring season. It starts as a new beginning, a breath of fresh air after the cloudy, moody and heavy autumn and winter. May smells of blooming flowers, soft breezes and sunshine. It's a delicate month, and she gets it more than anyone else. The year's future never seems as optimistic as it does in May. Lovely, gentle time of the year.
Gillian likes to think that May is the friend who always has your back — even when your life is crumbling apart. It is the big sister who comforts you and promises that everything will be absolutely okay. Spring rain is soothing, it washes all of your worries away. You can sit outside beneath a nice umbrella and just rest your mind (a rare opportunity for a scientist, or people who suffer from overthinking). Shuts your brain for a while. Take a breath and relax. Oh, and don't forget that freshly cut grass smell after a good rainstorm.
You cherish these moments more when you look at them through the prism of childhood. Two little raindrops sliding down the window as if it was a race, but with no winners or losers. Drip. Drip. Drip. She was sitting in her office chair, hypnotized by the view from the outside. One of the few days at The Lightman Group that doesn't drain you. Some of the staff had already gone home, and she and Cal stayed to work on the final papers (Gillan convinced him to catch up with the paperwork before it piled up on her once again). She was now finished with her stack and was waiting for Cal.
His sudden appearance snatched her from her daydreaming.
"Aye, love, ready to go?" he asked, entering the room and walking towards her. "Finished already?"
"I am an excellent worker" she said, and winked at him mischievously, while standing up from her desk, trying to get past him to pick up her coat.
"What do I get in return for doing my part?" He caught her by the elbow, gently stroking and grinning.
"Your company, Cal?"
He left a dramatic sigh and gave her the coat. "Wanna go out somewhere?"
"I was actually thinking I'd like to stay in and cook dinner tonight, if you don't mind."
"How could I ever refuse?" Cal smiled, pulling Gillian closer as they were leaving the office.
"You're helping me, though."
"'Course I am, darling, I'm such a gentleman."
"You know, for someone who was dealing with loads of files for the last couple of hours, you're in an incredibly playful mood."
"'It's because I'm gonna have you all to myself for the weekends."
"And possessive", Gillian said, kissing him on the cheek softly.
"Guilty as charged"
On a ride back home from the grocery store, in the comforting silence with Cal humming a song along with the radio, Gillian was reminiscing about their relationship. Those simple, mundane routine tasks she worried would eventually bore them to death turned out to be oddly calming when shared. She certainly didn't have the same experience with Alec, or anyone, really. Her restless brain sometimes still managed to put anxious thoughts of not being enough into her head. The fear occupied her when she moved in with Cal. Gillian dreaded things becoming less exciting for him with time, but she couldn't be more wrong.
Sensing her state, Cal placed a hand on Gillian's lap while they were approaching home. She squeezed it gently and then suddenly let go, determined to get out of the car quickly, like she noticed something. The sun was setting now, and the rain was still dripping slowly, leaving a rainbow behind it.
Cal watched Gillian with an amused and bewildered expression as she ran out to the street to...stand under the rain? He came after her, and she pulled him in for a kiss, the clothes already getting wet.
"It's just so beautiful," she murmured.
"Only you can be mesmerised by a simple May rain, love", he said, chuckling.
"And you love me for it"
"That I do, darling, that I do. But I suggest we enter the house before one of us catches pneumonia".
"And if I suggest we take a hot shower after?"
"Then I'll be the luckiest bastard in the whole universe"
And she was right. May is the loveliest of them all.
