#ripcal

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And there are the ‘be more cal’ flowers at the side. Whaaaaaaaaaa oh my god I’m so sad.

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A little Riain (with hints of Calriain) drabble.

I have to admit that I’ve not watched casualty in months (since before Rita left) but something inspired this an @flashingbluelight encouraged me to write it, so here it is.

It’s set after last night’s episode but in an AU where Calriain was actually a thing.

We've come up with a crazy amount of ideas to continue this, so if you’d like to read more then please let me know

Rita felt her phone vibrate in her pocket as she finished dressing a wound she’d just sutured, “there we go” she said, “watch your step next time, and maybe take it easy on the jagerbombs” she suggested, pulling off her gloves and dropping them in the bin, seeing the patient from the room before taking her phone from her pocket, frowning when she saw the message on the screen.

‘One new SMS: Iain Dean’

She hadn't spoken to him since the day she’d left Holby, didn’t think he’d ever want to speak to her again so curiosity got the better of her and she opened the message, ‘Can I call you?’

She frowned again and hit dial, sitting down at the small desk in the treatment room as she waited for Iain to answer, “Rita” he answered after just two rings and her curiosity quickly turned into concern when she heard him say her name, the quiver in his voice giving away the fact that he’d been crying.

“Iain, what's wrong?”

“It's Cal” he got straight to the point, “he erm, fuck, Rita he got stabbed, he… he’s dead.” Rita felt as if the world had fallen from under her feet, her stomach twisting and her heart stopping as her mind repeated those words over and over. “Are you still there?” Iain asked a few seconds later as he sat on the back step of his ambulance.

“Yeah I…” she swallowed hard, trying to compose herself, “when did it happen?”

“About…” Iain felt a lump rise in his own throat, “about an hour ago, I, I thought you’d want to know and I didn’t, couldn’t expect Ethan to call you.”

“No, no, thanks, I… how are you holding up?”

Iain shrugged despite the fact Rita couldn't see him, “I don't… it doesn't feel real.”

“Yeah, I, I know what you mean.”

“I need to go” Iain sniffled slightly, “I just thought you’d want to know.”

“Thanks, when you…” Rita took a deep breath, unable to believe what she was about to ask, “when you know about the funeral will you let me know?”

“Yeah, course.”

“Thanks. You erm, you look after yourself yeah?”

Iain nodded, “yeah, you too.” He said, ending the call before Rita could say anything else, not wanting her to hear as once again he began to sob.

“Leave it please” Iain batted at Lily’s hand as she fiddled with his tie for what seemed like the 50th time that morning.

“Iain, you've been asked to be a pallbearer, that’s a position with great responsibility, it’s important that…”

“My best mate’s being cremated” Iain interrupted her, taking a step backwards out of her reach, “everyone here has lost a friend, Ethan’s lost his brother, nobody’ll care if my tie isn't perfect” he snapped before walking over to Ethan, gently squeezing his arm, not knowing what to say, Ethan nodding in response, it was the best he could do.

Iain glanced around, his heart skipping a beat when he saw a familiar figure getting out of a taxi, he’d sent Rita a text with the details and she’d replied to thank him, telling him she’d try and get the time off work but he hadn't replied and she’d not let him know either way. He took a good look at her without her realising. She looked well, her skin was slightly tanned and her hair, pulled back from her face was longer and lighter than he’d ever seen it. Her shift dress clung to her curves her heels emphasised her slender legs, she looked healthier, happier than Iain had seen her in a long time. She smiled slightly, he knew it was forced, and nodded in acknowledgement, when she saw him looking at her, an action that he returned, but she didn't come any closer, lingering at the back of the small crowd waiting to go into the crematorium.

He didn't see her again until after the service, but unfortunately Lily had seen her too, “what is she doing here?” she sneered as she looked over at Rita who was hugging Ethan, tears rolling freely down both their faces.

“Probably the same as the rest of us, paying her respects to a colleague and a friend” he said, knowing Lily would never ever find out just how close both Rita and he had been to Cal.

For the second time that day Iain walked away from Lily, this time heading over to Rita who was now talking to Charlie, the older man leaving them to it when he saw Iain coming over. “Hi.”

“Hi” she forced another smile, “how are you doing?”

Iain shrugged, “just have to keep going I suppose. You?”

She nodded, “trying to keep busy” she wiped at her eyes as she felt herself tearing up again, “trying not to think about it.”

“I keep looking for him at work” Iain admitted, pushing his hands into his pocket to stop himself pulling her Rita his arms, “it’s not...it doesn't feel right.”

“I bet it doesn't” she reached out to stroke his arm, knowing he was close to tears.

“Iain” they were interrupted by Lily, Rita’s hand falling back to her side “are you ready to head back? You know I have work soon.”

Rita raised an eyebrow as Iain told her he wouldn't be a minute. “Are you and her…”

“It's complicated. Are you coming back? We’re having a bit of a thing at the pub, y’know, sandwiches, sausage rolls, that sort of thing.”

Rita shook her head, “just a flying visit, literally, I need to get back to the airport, my flight home’s at 3.”

“Your flight?”

“Yeah, I'm living in Spain, working in a tourist clinic, it’s a lot of sunstroke and alcohol poisoning but it pays the bills. I erm, I've got a spare room if you ever need a break” she told him as Lily shouted him again.

“Yeah” he smiled, “I might have to take you up on that.”

“Well you’ve got my number if you need me” she kissed his cheek, “look after yourself Iain.”

“You too” he nodded as she have him one last smile before turning and walking away without looking back.

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What we might see in the fallout of Cal’s death...

I can’t even believe i’m writing this and his death is actually canon. It’s like I knew it but I never accepted it. Seriously feel like I’m in the 5 stages of grief with Ethan. So things i think we may see going forward...

Ethan carrying Cal’s coffin at the funeral.

Ethan giving a speech at the funeral. I can see him almost railing against Cal and admitting his life wasn’t worth Cal’s death. Also hope for a little childhood story from their life. I can also see Ethan admitting the huntingtons in a public forum, sort of a ‘why would you give up your life for someone who has a degenerative disease’ deal.

I would love it if the other members of the ED realised the best way they could possibly honour Cal would be to look after his baby brother for him. Sort of appoint themselves surrogate big brothers so Ethan’s not left alone.

Ethan snapping and becoming vengeful and fixated on making Scott Ellison pay somehow.

Ethan bordering on suicidal.

That voicemail being replayed over and over again.

Someone naming a ward the ‘Knight ward’ after Cal or something.

A patient coming in asking to be treated by Dr Knight and it hurting Ethan.

A new promo with Ethan losing it and being generally griefstricken or even murderous towards Ellison.

Sheer, sheer, pain.

What do you guys think we might see?

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Ethan & that alley: 'Can we just go inside please?'

Watching the old eps back now where he and Cal come laughing in together, or walking carrying Matilda or Ethan dancing Louise around, or Cal leaving some woman's car, all meters away from the hospital alley and his future murder scene, it hurts.

Like how does Ethan continue to work at Holby after Cal's murder? I mean that takes serious, serious strength to work in the rhesus room where you found your brother dead, to walk passed that alley every day where he was fatally stabbed, to work surrounded by memories and years of being together. How are you ever NOT reminded of that?

I also love how George has been doing this noticeable tick with Ethan's grief of curling and uncurling his hand. Like he's digging his nails into his palm. It's a clear creative choice and it adds real impetus to his scenes I feel.

I just genuinely don't know how they just have an episode where Ethan isn't reminded of Cal ever again. He's constantly going to be in recuss and walking by Cal's murder scene.

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Cal Fic: As I Lay Dying...

It’s funny the things that go through your head as you’re dying.

The finality of it hits Cal and he feels a sudden realisation of complete clarity. So this is what it’s like mixed with the roaring screaming of nerve endings and his heart stuttering and fluttering in his chest as he feels himself choking on his own blood. He hadn’t seen this coming. He honestly hadn’t.

He’d spent much of his 33 years wondering if people knew on the day they died, if on some level they felt something different, something afoot. Ellison’s boots disappear and Cal lies in a puddle of rainwater and his own disappearing blood. He tries to think. No they don’t know. He didn’t. Nothing amiss today. Your regular Thursday shift work, no evidence jumped out at him proclaiming this would be his last day on earth. He knows it is though. He can feel it in each laboured breath, in the copper on his tounge, sliding down his throat. His chest rattles. Pneumothorax. He’s pretty sure the knife pierced his lung, if not the first time then definitely the second.

‘Please don’t let Ethan find me’ he thinks. ‘Please’. ‘Oh Ethan. I’m so sorry’ he thinks. ‘I’m so sorry I can’t be here to look after you Nibbles, forgive me.’

And suddenly he lets himself shake and give into the pain because it’s more than he’s felt in his whole life and he knows he’s in shock and doesn’t even know the worst of it. It’s heroic he supposes. Could have been a worse death, but he’s suddenly very aware he’s never going to turn 34. Never going to tease his brother again, never treat another patient, drink another pint, see another sunrise. This is it for Caleb Knight. Oh god this is it. And Ethan…oh poor Ethan, he’s going to be left all alone, and what about when he gets ill? What about then, who looks out for him then?

Cal tries as hard as he can to roll himself over but everything’s starting to go dark now, the edge of his vision begins to fade. He tries to think of the last thing he said to Ethan, right before he sent him off to Alicia, was it something memorable? Or something stupid? It’s disappearing, everything’s disappearing.

He wishes he wasn’t alone. Wishes his brother was with him right now and it’s selfish and it’s pathetic maybe but Cal needs him more than he’s ever needed anyone in his life and he wants his brother. His phone lies opposite and where he’s lying he can see it swallowed up by rainy puddles in the night. It lights up green. ‘Ethan’.

Cal can’t make his arm move, he can’t make anything move. He wills it, tries so hard but he’s lost too much blood, too much time. The hospital looks so different from down here he thinks. And then he’s back with his mom, pushing Ethan’s buggy over the hill by their house, ‘sing to him Caleb, sing to your brother…’ and he’s holding Matilda, he’s rocking her, kissing her sweet baby forehead, under her chin and making her smile. He can feel the wind in his hair as he holds Emilie as she dies overlooking the beach, ‘and Cal and I will be doddery old men by then, Cal’s on his fourth wife…but we come back every year and we look out at the sea and we say ‘here’s to you mum’. Then Ethan, Ethan at 2, Ethan at 15 all silly horn rimmed glasses and stammer, ‘leave me alone Caleb’, Ethan at 22 in med school, Ethan angry ‘what are you doing here?’ ‘I’m the locum’, Ethan hurt ‘who looks out for me Caleb’, Ethan punching him ‘it’s about you Cal, it’s always about you.’ Ethan fighting for him ‘nobody touches my brother…’ Rock paper scissors, and Ethan’s stupid decision to always go with scissors. The look in his little brother’s eyes when he fixes you with that gaze ‘i’m always going to look at you and think ‘yeah that’s my brother’. ‘Yeah and you’ve got me for life Nibbles’.

He has, he always will.

A tear makes its way down Cal’s cheek. Ok. He thinks. Ok Caleb.

He’s not a religious man. He doesn’t know if there’s anything else out there. He’s a realist, a cynic even and he’s not making it here. He’s a doctor too and that part knows the grevious nature of the wounds. He feels his life leaving him. Suddenly there’s movement and the sky that was beginning to be swallowed up in black gives way to blurry shapes. Someone is shouting, moving, it’s blurry, just shapes and blur but he likes to think it’s Ethan. Ethan coming to hold him.

‘It’s ok Nibbles’ he tries to say but nothing comes out but a garbled moan and what he imagines to be a fair amount of blood. ‘It’s ok, I’m ok.’ Someone grabs his hand. Someone holds it in their own, there are hands on him, the blurs stretch in and out, infinite and colourful even in their fade and Cal thinks it’s almost the most beautiful thing he’s ever seen. Maybe it’s Ethan, maybe it’s Emilie or his Mom, but they are beautiful and as his eyes close for the final time he has one thought on his mind. ‘My safety net’s here’.

Charlie keeps pressure on the horrific mess that is Cal’s chest, next to him Connie’s on her knees in the rain both of them frantic, staring at the young man in horror bleeding out before them.

‘Keep those eyes open Cal’ Charlie shouts, ‘come on Cal stay with us’.

Cal’s too far gone though, he looks up at Charlie like he’s not seeing him, or seeing someone else and when his eyes close there’s a ghost of a smile on his face as his chest stops moving. Charlie’s seen it all working at Holby he’s lost people young and old, brutally, and slowly. This one feels the most wrong.

Somewhere nearby in a puddle Cal’s phone is ringing. Charlie can just make out the word ‘Nibbles’ on the screen.

Connie runs to get help. Charlie does the only thing he can do. He holds Cal’s hand and sits with him in the rain.

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One more episode of their relationship. Not enough rage icons in the world for me to sum up my feelings on this.

Predictions -

Ethan doing a speech at the funeral, I can see him being angry that Cal died protecting him as well as guilty as hell. He’ll probably rage a bit at Cal making everything ‘all about him’ purely because he’s so unbelievably sad. He’ll probably mention the Nibbles nickname.

Those balloons will be some sort of Cal memorial thing with everyone writing their attempts to ‘be more Cal’ on a balloon and letting them go.

Charlie will give Ethan some sage advice about how he needs to ‘say goodbye’ from the promo when he struggles to go to the funeral and face it.

Ethan pushing Alicia away probably saying something along the lines of ‘I wasn’t with him when he was dying, he died alone because I was with you...’

The rest of the team spending approximately one episode sad before moving on to inane other dramas.

Upset, on the edge Ethan. Who will probably do the whole ‘I need to be back at work to distract me’ even though it’s too soon,staring at Cal’s locker, at where Cal died and at his Cal tattoo.

A sad voicemail that Ethan will listen to probably after Cal’s died from Cal warning him about Roy Ellison’s son.

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Posting all my Cal and Ethan vids in a depressed mood at how great and amazing and epic they were as a duo.

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Will we get a new trailer after Cal dies?

We've seen nearly all the scenes then. Big question I suppose is will I be able to still see the screen and the trailer through the torrent of my bitter devastated bro loving tears?