Disclaimer: I do not own Lie to Me or any of the characters, places, themes, etc. No copyright infringement was ever ever EVER intended. Thank you, and have a nice day.
Endurance: Chapter 2
"Do you mind if I hang around today, Cal?" Zoe asked him.
"No, of course not. Why, though?"
Zoe shrugged, ignoring Emily's irritated groan. "They called to tell me that it's slow at the office today, and I wasn't really needed."
Cal nodded slowly. She was lying, but he didn't care. That bothered him a bit, but he didn't think much of it. "Alright, I don't mind. Emily?"
"No, of course I don't mind," she said sarcastically.
"Sorry, love," Cal said to her.
Emily shrugged. "I'm going to go find Dr. Foster."
"I will," she muttered. Emily started off down the hall. She paused to look back at her parents. They were walking in the opposite direction, hand in hand. Emily gritted her teeth and turned away. He dad still loved Zoe, and nothing was going to change that.
Cal looked after his daughter, worrying about her. He had seen the annoyance on her face when he had told Zoe that she could stay. And when Emily said Foster's name… there was a flicker of hope, or… or something.
Zoe took his hand, silently demanding his attention. Cal plastered a fake smile on his face, knowing that she would never see through him. Zoe never did. That was one of the many differences between Foster and his ex wife. Gillian knew him better than Zoe ever would. Or rather, Cal let Gillian know him better; he opened up more to her than he had with Zoe.
Keeping the smile on his face, Cal turned back to Zoe. He tried to force Foster out of his mind, and, for the most part, succeeded.
"C'mon," Zoe said. "Let's go."
Cal nodded. He glanced back at Emily one more time before walking away with Zoe, pretending to laugh with her, pretending that he enjoyed her company.
Emily sped up, trying to remember where Gillian's office was. She turned and strode down another hall. Finding Dr. Foster's office, she knocked on the door.
"Come in," Gillian's soft voice called.
"Hi," Emily said, entering the office.
"Hi, Emily. How are you?"
"Good, I guess," Emily replied, sitting in the chair across from Gillian.
"Oh, what's wrong?"
"Well…" Emily paused. She decided that she could tell Dr. Foster. After all, Gillian wasn't Zoe. She would understand, and Emily trusted her. "It's… It's my mom and dad, getting closer and all."
"Oh, yeah. I saw them together the other day."
"You don't like it either," Emily stated.
Gillian looked levelly at her. She tried to keep her face straight and expressionless, but she should have known better than to try and hide what she felt from Emily. Cal had taught her a lot, after all.
"You like him," Emily accused.
"Yes, I do," Gillian said simply. Cal's daughter wouldn't be fooled by a lie.
Emily nodded as if she already knew that. Which, come to think of it, she probably did. "I just wish…" she trailed off, blushing and looking away.
"Wish it was me with your dad instead?"
"Sometimes I wish the same thing," Gillian said quietly.
Emily glanced up at her in surprise. That was more than Gillian had ever told her. Actually, she was being more honest than anyone had ever been with her. Her mom and even her dad lied to her constantly to try to keep her from seeing what was up. It was like they thought she didn't notice them sneaking around together.
"Sorry, Emily," Gillian said, seeing the shock on the girl's face.
"No," Emily said quickly. "It's alright. It's just… I can only take so much of my mom."
"I can't stand her sometimes, either."
Emily smiled, then burst out laughing. Gillian couldn't help it, she joined in too. Just then, Cal opened the door. When the two of them saw him, they stopped laughing and their smiles faded. Cal couldn't help but wonder what they had been laughing about. In a way he was jealous, too. Lately, Emily hadn't been that open and carefree around him. Gillian hadn't either, for that matter.
"Um, Emily," Cal said, "do you want to go out for lunch with me?"
"No, just the two of us."
"Then sure," Emily said. She glanced at Gillian, who smiled slightly at her.
Cal's eyes darted from his daughter to Gillian. He didn't like the way Emily had agreed only after he told her that Zoe wasn't coming along, or that she seemed to trust Gillian more than she trusted him. "Alright. C'mon." He held a hand out to Emily.
She ignored it, standing and brushing past him out of Gillian's office.
"See you later, Gillian!" Emily called over her shoulder.
"Have fun, Em!" she said cheerfully.
"Bye, Foster," Cal said to her.
"Bye," she replied flatly.
Cal sighed and tried not to let his disappointment and doubt show. He turned and followed Emily out the door without a backwards glance. Out in the parking lot, Emily was waiting for him, arms crossed across her chest. They got in the car and drove to a local Mexican place they both loved.
"So," Cal said, keeping his eyes focused on the road. "You like Dr. Foster."
"Gillian? Yeah, she's nice."
"Em, are you okay with me and your mom?" Cal asked, getting right to the point.
"Yeah, of course, dad," she lied.
"Tell me the truth, love."
"Okay, but you asked. No, I'm not at all fine with it. I mean, don't the two of you even remember how bad it was back when you were married? Fighting all the time and all? You know, there is a reason you got divorced."
Cal was silent for a moment. Emily changed the radio station and turned up the volume.
She meant the world to Cal. He loved his daughter, and he really did want the best for her. And fighting with Zoe just wouldn't cut it. If Emily didn't want them together… Fine. It wouldn't happen. Zoe would have to go. It was his daughter versus his ex wife, and the winner was Emily. Cal was almost surprised by how easy the desicion seemed.
"I know, Em," Cal finally said.
She didn't know what to say to that, so she just turned up the volume some more and turned to look out the window. Not before Cal caught a glimpse of the satisfied smile that was slowly spreading across her face, though.
A/N: Yay! I'm so proud of myself, actually writing a second chappie and all:) Review please!