Clinic Hours - Thursday October 27th 2005

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Wilson's routine was fairly predictible by now. Wake up, rediscover gravity sucks, find the shower...blah blah blah.

Opening the Clinic, he started a pot of Kona Gold coffee today No Parker you still can not have any and then grabbed up various bits of paperwork that needed to be attended to, including new supply req forms.

Flopping down at the front desk, he stuffed the clipboard with a fresh sign in sheet on the counter and settled in to work.

First things first however. Behind the counter, all Clinic Staff would find the following

Hey there everyone,

I've been contacted by Professor Ted with a request to help out with a scavenger hunt. There will be a blue bottle of simple sugar pills set up here at the front desk for you to give out to students who come by and ask for one.

JW

Sticking the note up and making a mental note to get said pills, the oncologist stretched back and picked up his first crossword puzzle chart to work on.

Doctor on Duty.

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[mparkerceo.livejournal.com]

*glares*



_{[[not really here, just had to make it clear, still want coffee]]}

[gotcanewillpoke.livejournal.com]

Dr House making a rare day-time appearance in the clinic. Sometimes, standing in shadows watching the one you love do the simple things, like work a crossword chart and drink coffee, are strong motivators to get up and moving.

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"You picked a good day." Wilson eventually said in a soft voice, eyes still focused on the req forms in his lap. "It's been a ghost town."

Making a final note, Wilson looked up and smiled over at the shadow lurker.

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House couldn't say the precise moment when Wilson realised he was there, and it didn't matter. He was more than glad to step out of the shadows and make his way to the desk.

He didn't say anything, but moved in and braced on his cane, leaned down to plant a warm and possessive kiss on Wilson's lips.

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It was called House-Dar. Something he had mastered years ago, a sixth sense that had seemed to warn him for those times when House tried to crawl off in a corner and die like an old dog.

Leaning back, he tilted his head into the kiss, returning it with hints of carefully banked fire, the quickest flick of his tongue across his lover's lips, just to be a flirt before he murmmed into the kiss.

"Care-ful...I'll expect this sort of treatment everytime you come in here."

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"Do you think I'm not prepared to live up tot hat expectation?" House challenged, and pulled away from the kiss to sit on the edge of the desk.

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Wilson licked his lips, then stretched over the back of the chair looking as if he were trying to grow another half inch or at least get is spine to crack.

"Except you avoid this place like the plague during the day."

Flop...back into the chair he went, rocking it lazily with one toe, back and forth.

"You going with me to the meeting tonight?"

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"If you want me to go with, I'll go with." House answered and reached up to push a bit of hair out of Wilson's face. "Town meeting, right?" Because he remembers WIlson saying something about that a few nights ago.

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The touch to his hair caused the younger doctor to tilt his head towards House's hand, smiling softly.

"Mmmm yes, that's the meeting and you know the answer to that question but I won't push it. We'd need to walk down and I know how you feel about social functions."

Reaching out, Wilson stroked his fingers across the hand balanced on the cane.

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Steel blue eyes met brown, after a quick flickering to look at their hands on his cane. He'd attended plenty of social functions, before the infarction, mostly with Stacy on his arm, and mostly bored out of his skull sitting there listening to things that mattered very little or not at all to him.

"I want to go with you, James."

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There was a pause and then the smile softened to that expression that was shared just between the two of them.

"Okay. You mind closing up the shop while I got grab a quick shower and change?"

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"You mean I don't get to join you in the shower?" House jutted his bottom lip out.

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Turning, walking backwards, Wilson smiled winsomely.

"Don't worry, you'll be there in..." his left hand slid down across the front of his slacks, angling towards the right leg. "spirit."

Arching his eyebrows at House, Wilson turned so he could lengthen his stride and not walk into a wall.

"If you're good and don't get our asses tossed in jail, we can play when we get home."

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House's eyes raked over Wilson's lean body, and his tongue peeked out just slightly between his lips.

"With incentivelike that..." he murmured, letting the rest trail off. He ambled to the open hallway to watch Wilson's form retreating to the apartment.

He stood a moment, concentrating on his breathing, before limping up to lock the clinic down for the night, unless one of the assistants decided to show up.

Making his way back to the desk, he found Wilson's crossword puzzle book. The pen marked his page, a puzzle more than threee fourths complete. He considered filling in the rest, but instead scribbled CYK across the top.

It wouldn't mean anything to anyone else, but he had faith Wilson would figure it out. Consider Yourself Kissed

[likeguidelines.livejournal.com]

Barbossa walked into the clinic and looked around for someone who appeared to be in charge. "Hello?" he called.

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Wilson happened to surface from the office, his hand full of charts.

"Hello there, can I help you?"

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Barbossa pulled a piece of paper out from his pocket. "I be wonderin' if I could be pickin' up a jagged little pill from ye fine folks." He winked. "It be fer a project."

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"Ah!" The oncologist grinned and walked towards the front counter. Setting down the charts he picked up the blue bottle and shook out one of the pills.

"Here you go."

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"Thank ye kindly," Barbossa said, taking the pill and placing it carefully into a pocket.