Clinic's Open the Day after Homecoming

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson had a large cup of coffee in one hand and was covering a yawn with the other as he gave the door to the clinic a skillful hip check to throw it open. Padding on into House’s office, he set down the coffee and then tucked the keys into his pocket, reaching automatically for the lab coat hanging from the back of the door.

It was the morning after Homecoming and though House was still solidly passed out in bed back in the apartment, Wilson had found himself waking at his habitual hour with a pounding head and a rather tantalizing case of whisker burn. For those of you keeping track, there hadn’t been any actual sex but there had been a heavy enough necking session that Wilson was dressed in a turtleneck this fine autumn morning.

Cursing his internal clock, along with the morass of thoughts chasing them selves around in his brain, Wilson had gone ahead and gotten out of bed. House was deeply asleep for what felt like the first time in… many, many years and Wilson didn’t want his restlessness to wake the older man.

There was a lot, a hell of a lot on Wilson’s mind so, he was opening the clinic. Work had always provided him with a certain level of escape from the demons of his own mind and he spent a lot of time running from those demons. It was probably part of why he was one of the youngest doctors to be at the top of his field.

If nothing else, Wilson wanted to do an inventory, to make an accurate restock of the place in the wake of O’Neill’s bunch of merry casualties and also to be available if anyone found themselves in need of the clinic’s attention in the bright light of the morning.

Warning, he does reserve the right to make fun of any and all hangover victims.

Comments

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Thank you on behalf of those of us who are keeping score, and have the noses to help in that area

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

For those who would be sniffing -orcoughstalking- he would probably have a lot of House's scent on him.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

You say stalking like it's a bad thing. ;)

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It's all fun and games until somebody losses a pint or four. ;)

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Pfft. Like the body can't replace that if you give it enough time.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Good point. But recovery from those pesky snapped necks tends to take a little longer.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

True, but the sound they make is funny

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Maybe but that whole dead thing is just such a damn downer.

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

Finding himself possessed of a free moment, Angelus decided to wander by the clinic. He didn't know who would be on duty right now, but he knew the odds were good that it would be somebody worth his while.

He hung back in the waiting area, looking for signs of anyone around. Then, as long as he was looking, he began scanning the area as though searching for something. He ran his hands over the walls, looked underneath magazines, and peered within the leafy depths of potted plants.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

It seemed the day was going to turn out to be blessedly quiet, a fact that didn't really disturb Wilson too much as it allowed him to focus on running an inventory that turned out to be a hell of a lot more indepth then he'd figured. What was in order, he put down to the work of the assistants, grumbling good naturedly under his breath now and again about his best friend's record keeping habits or lack there of.

It took a few minutes for the vampire's quiet pressence to sink into the oncologist's mental distraction...okay yeah he was fairly oblivious up until the point where he happened to roam into the waiting room to check on something.

Dark eyebrows went winging upwards into his hair as for the immediate moment he only saw a darkly dressed figure with his head in a plant.

"If you're puking, you're going to owe us a plant."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"I don't," Angelus said. He stood up, brushing dirt off his hands. "Puke. As a rule. Of course give me something with a holy water chaser and it might be a different story."

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Oh." Wilson blinked as he recognized the young man now actually facing him. "Angelus, didn't expect to see you...here."

Somehow he didn't imagine that a vampire needed a clinic but then he remembered that Angelus had been Lisa's date.

Lowering his eyes back to the clipboard in his hands, he made a note to himself while asking. "Are you looking for Lisa?"

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

"Just came by to say hi to whoever," Angelus shrugged. "You'd be surprised at how many friends I'm making here. Then again, maybe not. How's House?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Okay that was sort of a strange conversational gambit but for the moment Wilson decided to just roll with the flow.

"Asleep, last I checked, though that was awhile ago so...probably awake and watching a tape of any soap operas he missed this week."

[notstakedyet.livejournal.com]

That earned Wilson a raising of the eyebrows. "He watches soaps?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"Religeously...at least the ones based around medical dramas. They help him think."

He was actually serious as he stated that last bit, turning away from the waiting room to walk back into the clinic, his posture such that if Angelus wanted to follow, he was obviously welcome to.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Realizing that he's sober enough to be bored Jack finds himself walking around the campus, everyone seems to be dead or drunk (or some combination thereof) and he's about to give up and go do homework until he realizes the clinic must be open.

"Hello? Anyone here? Please help the bored people, we need lives."

Jack is still in his dress blues (http://i6.photobucket.com/albums/y223/clex_monkie/LJ/Fandom%20High/0101.jpg) from last night, his tie is still tight, his buttons are still all done and he looks almost like he could be an actual colonel. If it weren't for the figure-eight stabbing his pins and ribbons into his chest or the fact that his suit seemed a tad more wrinkled than is usually allowed.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

Wilson surfaced from beneath some lower cabinets where he'd been counting gauze.

"In here!"

He frowned then as he connected the voice and was scrabbling up to his feet, his tone a little more concerned as he asked.

"O'Neill? Is something wrong?"

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

Heh. Just like being home. Fear the O'neill, for he usualy brings something stupid and pain causing for you to look at. Or he gets infected and/or possed of smthing that will kill him in a matter of hours. Again.

"Yeah. I'm too drunk to sleep and sober enough that I feel the need to do something productive."



[Yahoo hates me, pardon the late on the response. Also would it be okay if Jack saw House/Wilson last night at the dance? I didn't let Jack say anything because I couldn't figure out where to insert him without kicking the flow in the nuts.]

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

(ooc- I think it's LJ, I've had a devil of a time getting notices today. And of course, Jack can have seen them. :D Subtle they were not. )

"Well, I'm certainly not going to turn down a pair of extra hands. Here." Wilson rapped on a metal cabinet. "Count out how many boxes of rubber gloves we have."

He snarked because he cared, though dark eyes were making a careful inspection of the young man who had been his patient more often then his coworker in the past few days.

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Rubber gloves. That brings back some memories. There was this one time when Murray... nevermind. Had to be there." It was true technically. There's something funny about 6'3 Jaffa making balloon puppets with rubber gloves.

"43 boxes." Jack weighed the pro and cons of being nice and decided to settle for subtle.

"Did you go to the dance last night?"

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

"43, got it." Wilson marked down the amount and decided that anything that involved rubber gloves and Jack O'Neill saying 'brings back some memories' he really didn't want to pursue!

There was a pause of the pen in response to the question and Wilson flicked a glance up towards the other man.

Well, if nothing else, the attempt at subtle was appreciated.

"MmmHmm, yes I did."

[2ls-in-oneill.livejournal.com]

"Like the music? I thought it was kind of ear-grating myself. Why is it that when everyone remember the eighties they forget all the good things? I mean how do you have an eighties dance with Queen or Michael Jackson?"

And apprently the need to embarrass the good New Doc took a backseat to the need to complain to someone who might actually understand and not look at him with a blank expression.

[threeweapons.livejournal.com]

Alanna wanders into the clinic, a plate of cookies and a cup of coffee in tow. She's taken a shower, and brushed her hair back into an almost pony tail. Seeing as how her hair still barely touches her shoulders, most of the pony tails has fallen apart. She raises her coffee as a toast to everyone in the clinic.

[dr-jwilsonmd.livejournal.com]

He was up to counting out the boxes of syringes when he looked up and saw her. A friendly smile broke across his face and Wilson sent a wave towards Alanna.

"Good afternoon, Alana...you look like you've recovered from the night?"