AN: This is my first CW fanfiction. Please review. It's kind of short.

Caitlin's Diary -

Dori and I get along so well most of the time. I really feel like I can talk to her. Well about some things anyways. She takes time to listen to me. She seems to understand some of the things I'm going through.

Jim on the other hand is a different story. I can't talk to him about anything. I wish I had a dad I could talk to, but mine hasn't been around since I was three. None of my foster fathers have ever cared. In fact some of them did more than not care, but that was then and this is now. I just wish I had a real father figure once in a while.


It was raining out. Dori had left earlier that day for a Veterinary conference somewhere out of town. Caitlin had finished tending to bandit and ran inside the house. By the time she got inside her black jeans, and green sweater were soaked and sticking to her skin. She had worn her hair down and it fell it wet strands around her face.

"Caitlin," Jim said, when he heard the door shut. "Is that you?"

"Yeah," She replied walking into the kitchen.

Jim was cooking at the stove when she turned the corner to the kitchen. He was wearing a pair of blue jeans and a blue button up collared shirt. His outfit was complete with black boots.

The air smelled of steak and sweet potatoes. Caitlin hated sweet potatoes. Jim loved them though. Dori would usually make sweet potatoes for Griffin and Jim, and regular potatoes for herself and Caitlin. Caitlin was willing to bet that Jim hadn't noticed she didn't like sweet potatoes.

Jim turned around and looked at her. "You're soaking wet."

"You noticed huh." She replied sarcastically.

"Why don't you go upstairs and get dried off. Dinner should be ready in a few."

"Where's Griffin?"

"He's staying the night at Eric's. They wanted to get a head start on some project."

"So it's just the two of us?"

"That's ok isn't it?"

Caitlin nodded. "Yeah, it's just that we've never been home alone by ourselves before."

"Well there's a first time for everything. Now go change before you get sick."

Caitlin didn't say anything she just turned around and went up to her room.

Twenty minutes later she came downstairs dressed in a pair of gray sweat pants, red shirt, and white socks. Her still wet hair was pulled back into a pony tail. Jim was putting there plates on the table as she walked into the kitchen. He looked up and smiled at her.

"Feel better?"


Thunder boomed loudly over head, causing Caitlin to jump. Jim frowned a little.

"I didn't know you were afraid of thunder Caitlin."

"I'm not," She stated defensively. "It just caught me by surprise that's all."

Even as she said thunder roared and she jumped again. Jim knew Caitlin wouldn't admit her fear and decided to let it slide.

"Why don't we eat."

The young girl nodded and sat at the table across from Jim. He had cooked her steak, green beans, and she was surprised to see regular potatoes on her plate.

"Everything okay?" Jim asked, noticing her staring so intently at her food.

"Yeah, I just didn't know..never mind."

"You didn't know what?"

Caitlin sighed. "I didn't know that you realized that I didn't like sweet potatoes."

"Why would you think that?"

She shrugged. "I don't know. I mean we never really talk or anything."

"Caitlin I know we're not very close, but that doesn't mean I don't notice or don't care. I do care about you Caitlin. You know that don't you."

"I know," She said picking up her fork. "Let's just forget about it and eat."

Jim nodded and smiled. "Good idea."

It was basically silent through out the rest of the meal. Small talk was made here and there, but didn't last for more than a minute of two. Both were so uncomfortable around the other that neither knew what to say or do.

As soon as Caitlin was done eating she rinsed her plate and put it in the dishwasher.

"Hey Caitlin you want to watch TV?" Jim asked getting up to put his own dish in the dishwasher.

"No thanks. I'm not feeling too well. I think I'm just going to go to bed."

"You're not coming down with anything are you?" Jim asked concerned. He had noticed her looking a little flushed during dinner, but didn't think much of it.

Jim went to feel her forehead for a fever, but she backed out of the way.

"I'll be all right. I'm probably just overly tired or something."

"You sure?"

Caitlin nodded. "Yeah I'm sure."

"All right," Jim replied. "I'll be here if you need anything."

"Thanks," Caitlin said as she walked out of the kitchen and upstairs to her room.

She really wasn't feeling well. She felt so hot and her throat was beginning to hurt. She was beginning to have a headache as well. Caitlin climbed the stairs into her bedroom and fell onto her bed. She didn't bother to get under the covers. Things were hot enough already. With in moments she was asleep.