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lightman-tales · 11 years ago

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Cal is cooking dinner for Gillian and Emily :)

The Three Facets of Cal Lightman for Key-tee

A/N: My muse kind of went in a very different direction to what I was expecting... Enjoy.

Emily Lightman was sitting in the living room idly flicking through her chemistry textbook wistfully wishing she were in the kitchen and not missing out on all the fun. From here she could hear the laughter that had become common place in her house since her father had started dating Gillian, it came easily recently and made the house feel lived in, Emily had come to look forward to having her over for dinner. Her stomach growled in response to thinking about food and she decided to hold off any more studying until she had loaded up with food; placing her textbook down she got up and headed toward the kitchen, where things had gone a little quiet.

Creeping down the corridor, Emily stuck her head round the doorway and saw her dad and Gillian in an embrace that made her heart swell. Gill’s hands rested on the back of her dad’s neck, his on her waist, holding her close, their foreheads leaning together. They looked the picture of intimacy and Emily had never been prouder of her old man than the day he’d told her that he’d finally persuaded Gillian to take a shot on him and that they were in it in the long haul. Seeing them like this just cemented that belief, they tended not to be so… lovey-dovey around Emily, which she was grateful for but she also missed seeing her dad truly relaxed. She was debating when to intrude when a timer buzzed and her dad sprung into action.

* * *

She did make doing some tasks, like cooking, several times harder though. Those expressive eyes of hers that watched his hands work, remembering what they’d done on her skin and that watched the way he moved with such gusto around the kitchen. The way she looked at him when he was “alive” was more than enough to thank every single deity for giving him the chance with such an amazing woman. Luckily tonight, Emily chose the perfect moment to interrupt. Gill’s attention was no longer focused 100% on him, which meant he could throw himself into his cooking.

As he stirred the curry, adding the last few spices in order to balance it out, he watched Gill and his daughter interact. As always there was a warmth around both of their eyes, genuine adoration of the other – it made his heart melt. Both Lightmans were completely bonkers for her, and she’d done it without trying to usurp Emily’s mother’s role, but just by being different and being there. And as with him, Gill brought laughter and joy out of Em like no one else could. She was good for the both of them.

They caught him looking at them, “Hey, dad, shouldn’t you be watching dinner?”

He looked affronted, “are you sayin’ that I can’t look at the two most beautiful women in ma life while I cook?” he blustered, coming over to kiss them both. Gillian pushed him away, Emily laughed.

“a) That’s a deflection, honey and b) the rice is about to boil over.” Gill stated and then laughed as his eyes almost bulged and he dashed back to his post in order to minimise the damage, swearing as the starchy water overflowed onto his hob.

* * *

Gillian loved feeling like a family unit. She had always loved Emily from a far, which made them coming together as a family much easier. But it still brought tears to her eyes when she thought about just how easily they’d slipped into a family unit. Emily had been so excited when they’d finally made the announcement that they were together and whilst she hadn’t called her “mom” – now that would be weird – she always felt welcomed by both Lightmans. The domesticated side of Cal never failed to impress her, of course he’d cooked for her before they were together, but he’d never been quite so liberal with himself as he was now.

It was like she caught different parts of the ‘real’ Cal in different modes. In the kitchen he was domesticated and fatherly Cal, in other words Cal’s soul. In the bedroom he was the lover of life, Cal’s heart was laid out plain as day if he let you in, otherwise you got his curious nature, more of intellect than his heart. And finally, in his hunt for the truth he was an angel. Not the type you’d find on Christmas cards, but an angel of the Lord (the Lord of truth in his case), a brilliantly physical presence backed by something greater than the majority of those who surround him, in short you got Cal’s mind, all of it.

As Gillian sat and ate and observed how the two of them interacted, with laughter and gentle teasing, she pondered on how all or nothing both of the Lightmans seemed to be on things they loved. It made her heart swell to think that she’d been so warmly welcomed. She’d been swept into Cal’s ‘all’ side of his all or nothing; she was one of the few that got to see all three facets of Cal Lightman, she was welcomed at work, drawn inexplicably to his familial side and longed after physically. She felt wanted, adored and respected in all three, even if she wanted to club him round the head at times.

This dinner summed it up perfectly; the three of them at ease with each other’s company, laughing and joking. She was never made to feel like an outsider, they always made her feel like she belonged. It had taken her a long time to figure out what she loved so much about coming here, but in the end it boiled down to the fact that she had found her place and didn’t want to be anywhere else. And for that she would love these two crazy people for the rest of her life.

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