So, most of you have probably heard the news – Fox have cancelled Lie to Me. A very sad day for all of us, but I hope people will continue to read and write fanfic, and help these characters to live on.

I'm not sure whether I'll be writing anymore after this or not; I still have unfinished things and ideas kicking around, but I can't promise anything. Will just have to wait and see. I would just like to say, though, that the last year and a half of writing for this show and these wonderful characters has been brilliant. I've really enjoyed writing for this fandom, and I've been lucky enough to have some wonderful reviews and a lot of support from people. So to everyone who has read, reviewed or favourited any of my stories, thank you.

Here's to a great show that we'll never forget (and a fandom who will never disperse).

If I owned this show, we'd be getting season four. If anyone except **** Fox owned the show, we probably would as well.


"Cal? Do you want some tea?" When Gillian didn't hear an answer, she walked to the bottom of the stairs and listened. "Cal?" She'd heard him leave the bathroom a couple of minutes ago, but he still hadn't come downstairs. She walked up the stairs, guessing where she'd find him. As she walked down the hallway she saw Emily's bedroom door was open, and knew she'd guessed right.

He turned when he heard her footsteps behind him, and she smiled gently at him. "Hey," he said, not returning the smile.

"You okay?" she asked, giving his arm a squeeze.

"Yeah," he said, when she knew what he meant was no.

"I know you'll miss her," she said, as she joined him in looking round at Emily's now half-empty room. "But she'll be back before you know it."

"For weekends," he said. "For holidays. Not forever."

"Well, no, probably not," she agreed. "But she's still your daughter, Cal."

"I know," he said with a sigh, and sat down on the bed. He looked up at Gillian, who immediately moved and sat next to him. "She's not my little girl anymore, though. She's at college. She's growing up. Soon she'll be getting married and having children and..."

"...making you a grandpa," she teased, and he groaned.


She reached for his hand, interlacing her fingers with his. "Not everything can last forever, Cal."

"I know." He squeezed her hand, then wrapped his other arm around her and pulled her close. "But us... we'll last forever, right?"

She felt her eyes start to moisten at the look on his face, the tone of his voice that was fear mixed with hope, and that vulnerability that just made her heart ache for him.

"Yes, Cal," she said softly, tilting her head and leaning in for a kiss. When they parted she smiled at him, tracing a finger lightly over his lips. "Not everything lasts forever, but some things do. And no matter what happens - no matter what the world throws at us – you and I, I promise, will last forever."