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Clinic Hours Monday December 5th 2005

Wilson was perhaps a little taken aback at any of the decorations that DEATH had left behind after the weekend but over all the little touches made him smile.

Though he stayed away from the candy bowl.

Setting about opening the Clinic, the sweet smell of the Christmas Blend coffee filled the air. He had a couple of phone calls to make, most notably to Elizabeth and Lily and then also work to do on the Town Clinic but he was whistling cheerfully along with the carols playing on the radio.

It was the spirit of the season that gripped him, not particularly the trappings!

Doctor on Duty...come steal coffee...you know you wanna.

ETA for Radio Purposes: [ooc: I know you recappers are usually busy bees so wanted to give you a flag that the conversation with Phale and Wilson, though it started in the Waiting Room where it's normally open for broadcast, Wilson asked Phale IG to lock down the conversation to NFB when it took a turn for the private. So, the fact that Phale showed up is open for comment but not the contents of the conversation, please. :)]

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Aziraphale opens the door to the clinic and looks in. If he spots Dr. Wilson, he'll go on inside. Otherwise, he'll leave his call for another day.

Wilson was indeed in! His white coated figure fairly easy to see as he paced and talked on the phone.

"Yes...yes Jack I'm certain I don't even know why you're asking me it's there in the test results." Wilson voice was gentle but it carried a hint of an authoratative whip, a tone he...well... damn near never used since coming out onto the island. "Jack...Jack no...no, I'm not prac..." Pausing Wilson pinched his nose with his thumb and index fingers, eyes closed in a vexed expression.

"Yes...yes my license is still val...all right, all right, Jack. I'll come up...when? Uh...Saturday...I'll come up Saturday."

Muttering a half hearted goodbye, Wilson toggled off the phone and returned it to it's cradle. Hands on his hips he stared at a file he had open on the desk, then reached to flip it closed, shaking his head slightly.

It was then that he caught sight of Phale. It was like flipping a switch, the way the oncologist's expression went from pinched and stressed to bright and chipper.

"Aziraphale!" Stepping around the corner, he gently waved the angel into the Clinic. "What brings you out on this snowy morning?"

"The snow, perhaps?" Aziraphale smiles warmly, stepping into the room.

"If I'm interrupting something, my dear, I can come back another time."

"It's beautiful isn't it?" The oncologist exclaimed softly, peering past the angel's shoulder towards the softly falling snow outside. He itched to be out in it...maybe later.

"No, you're not interupting anything at all. Just a phone call, all done now."

Grabbing one of the waiting room chairs, he dragged it over towards the desk wincing inwardly that he didn't have anything more comfortable to offer the angel.

"Would you like some...errr...I only have the coffee but I could make tea?"

"Oh, a cup of coffee will do nicely, James. Thank you." The angel smiles and sits down in the chair.

"Really, I just came by to drop off a package (http://i8.photobucket.com/albums/a29/danaedark/fruitlol.jpg) for Mr. Crane. Would you be so kind as to see that he gets it?"

He hands Wilson a box wrapped in dark blue paper.

Grabbing one of the mugs he'd taken to keeping close by, Wilson filled it with the rich brew of the festive coffee and handed it over towards the angel.

"Here you goooohhh, present!" Wilson gleed even though it wasn't for him and he gave the gift a shameless little squeeze with a gentle shake before carefully setting it on the desk in a safe spot.

"I'll make sure he gets it." The young doctor smiled warmly, reaching for his own coffee mug. "I didn't know you knew young Mr. Crane?"

Aziraphale takes the mug, the contents of which promptly become tea. “Oh, it isn’t anything special really. Just something he mentioned on Saturday. I don’t really know him very well. He’s a friend of Crowley’s, and he seems very nice. I’m not certain he likes me very well, though.” The angel frowns, obviously unhappy at the thought.

Tea-fiend.

Wilson sat back with his own mug and he frowned gently at the thought of anyone not liking Phale. Then as he thought about it a little more the oncologist's eyebrow crept upwards and he looked at the angel.

"I'm rather comfortable at the moment...would you mind...?" He made a vague gesture with his hand, indicating that while they could get up and go to one of the areas of the Clinic where Wilson knew they weren't on broadcast, if it wasn't too much trouble, perhaps Phale could lock down the conversation?

It’s taken him some time, but Aziraphale has finally come to realize that there are ears everywhere in this town, and very few places where one can have a private conversation without being overheard. With a nod at Wilson, he waves his hand, creating a barrier of energy surrounding the two within which to contain their voices. He’ll dispel it, obviously, if anyone comes into the clinic looking for assistance, but until then…their conversation can remain for their ears only.

“What is it, James?”

Drumming his fingers against the side of his mug, Wilson didn't do a song and dance or beat around the bush, not with Phale. Not with his friend.

"Mr. Crane unnerves me." He admitted softly. "I don't know if this will make any sense but..."

Licking his lips, Wilson looked out towards the snow for a moment as if seeking a sort of peace from it's falling pressence.

"There's not much on this island I fear, Aziraphale. I know that in some instances I'm probably a lucky breath from ending up dead around here, what with the vampires, the demons, the witches...the administration and I don't fear that. But Crane..."

Again, he drifted off not stalling really, more like gathering his thoughts. Dark eyes slid back to blue and there was a worriedness in them.

"I...how to put this delicately...I've had a varied sex life. Mostly with women with your regular fare for such moments but also...with men." His brow furrowed a little, wanting to explain but at the same time not wanting to shock Phale too badly.

"Before, Greg...most of what I did with my own sex was more about power dynamics...headspace...the psychology of sex as control rather than the biology of sex as pleasure. It was a release valve for the strict discipline with which I lived my life, having someone else in control in a situation where I 'couldn't' take it back..."

In case there were any questions which side of the mattress he'd played on.

"Ah, anyway...you learn very quickly not only how to think on both sides of the coin but also how to recognize the difference between those who would help you and those who want to own you. And remember I'm talking in the psychological sense. You get an instinct for it."

Taking a sip of his coffee, Wilson set it down on the desk.

"Err...let me explain that I in no way regard Crane in the sexual side of this discussion. Not my type. But, his manner...the way he carries himself, the way he...looks at me. He just sets off those warning bells as someone who wants to own the psyche. He wants in to fish out the little tidbits that give him power to manipulate the free will of another."

Sighing softly, Wilson set his hand chin on his folded knuckles and again watched the snow.

"It's funny, he comes in every Wednesday, polite as can be. Always asks after House and I, compliments the coffee I make...a perfect young gentleman. And I lie through my teeth to keep him as far away from me as possible."

The angel looks very troubled at the doctor's confession. "I...suppose I haven't really spoken with Mr. Crane very much. He brought me a gift back from his holiday trip -- a box of teas, in fact. I thought it was very thoughtful. We've chatted a little bit, just inconsequential polite conversation, although we did talk a little about books the other day -- what sorts of books we like to read."

He pauses for a moment, thoughtful. "Crowley adores him. I expect I've always known that must mean there's something about the young man that isn't...usual. It's just that I've wanted to make friends with him, for Crowley's sake." Raising his chin just a bit and smiling, he adds, "Well, now I see that I'll need to make friends with Mr. Crane for his sake instead."

Though Phale wasn't saying anything that Wilson hadn't expected to hear, the young doctor shifted a little worriedly.

"Just... be careful. He's the kind of...patient darkness that sidles up to you and waits for the smallest of openings to get a hook in."

Okay, come on now Wilson 6000 year old angel..big boy able to take care of himself.

"I know you want to be friendly with people who are important to Crowley...just I think Mr. Crane is close with Crowley for a reason." And by the tone it was easy to tell that Wilson saw this as a reflection on Crane, rather than Crowley.

"He..." Wilson started softly, eyes casting downwards in a manner that Phale probably hadn't seen him carry himself before. "He'll hurt people in ways they don't recover well from."

The angel's smile deepens a little at the doctor's expression of concern. "Don't worry yourself, James. I've had a bit of experience dealing with...darkness. And I'm confident that if Mr. Crane were to for some reason become a danger to me, Crowley would certainly step in."

He speaks with absolute confidence, a far cry from the uncertainty and jealousy that he'd expressed to Wilson in the pub the night they'd gone drinking.

Phale hadn't named Crane that night had he? And Wilson hadn't pried but now...the dots connected and the oncologist blinked over at the angel.

"It was, Crane. That night at the pub..."

Aziraphale tilts his head, gazing at Wilson as if trying to remember what is was they'd talked about. Then he blushes just a little.

"Er...well, yes. It was. But that's all settled now. Crowley and I had a talk, just like you said we should, and we've worked it all out."

Feeling that now would be a good time to start winging the conversation back to the lighter side of life, Wilson grinned.

"Did you then? Excellent...maybe that's why Crowley decided not to bundle me up in a burlap bag and try to drown me in the duck pond."

Wilson had been waiting for a potential hellfire and brimstone type lecture from the demon on the subject of taking the angel out and getting him bombed...okay so technically Wilson had been along for the ride but, Phale did the whole angelic innocence thing better than the young doctor.

Aziraphale chuckles at the suggestion. "My dear, I did tell you he wasn't angry at you. I was the one who upset him."

He realizes, however, that he's long overdue for a sit-down with the demon regarding Wilson, making a mental note to talk to Crowley about it as soon as they have some private time together.

"I'm certain he likes you -- he'd have warned me off already if he didn't. And it is isn't just because of the...thing, so you just stopping thinking that it is."

Wilson had to laugh, his dark eyes dancing merrily as he felt obliged to point out.

"Yes but he can't get rid of you. I on the other hand, am perfectly expendable."

There was a queer sort of understanding in his tone as if he accepted this possible eventuality as part of the coin charged in being a friend to the angel. Accepted it and had made the choice, his choice to pay it with honor if called upon to serve the debt.

Groaning softly as the thing came up, Wilson crossed his arms over his knees and leaned forward.

"I don't even know what the thing is...I just take it on faith from day to day that Crowley won't hurt me without necessary cause and to prepare myself to accept the eventual call in of the token with good grace."

"James, you are not expendable, and you dare think that you are!"

The angel's voice is stern, and he leans toward the young doctor slightly, gazing steadily into his eyes. "And as for Crowley doing anything at all to hurt you," he continues, "You have no worries on that part, because I absolutely will not allow it."

There's an unusual intensity in Aziraphale's blue eyes that Wilson has never seen.

That intensity could hit a person like a hammerblow and for a moment, Wilson simply sat there looking a little pole axed.

It wasn't that he feared Phale but at that moment he caught a hint of the strength of will the angel's normally affable manner tended to disguise and it was impossible not to respect that command.

"I'm sorry, Aziraphale." Wilson said with a genuine apology in his tone. "Those were stupid things of me to have said, especially to you."

Reaching out, he touched the angel's wrist very delicately.

Aziraphale relaxes visably at the touch, and gives an apologetic smile. "Not at all, my dear. I shouldn't have sounded so harsh."

Looking around at the empty waiting room, he asks in lighter tone, "Would you prefer our conversation continue to be private, or shall I let the walls go back to listening in?"

Exhaling a soft breath as well, Wilson straightened up and smiled gently.

"Best let the walls go back to listening, it does seem to make them happy." The young doctor's mouth twisted in a wry expression as he said this.

There's a faint tingle to the air for a split second as the energy dissipates, and Aziraphale gives Wilson a curious look. "Why do you think they want to listen in anyway? I mean, what do you think is done with the information?"

He sits back in chair as well, after a reassuring pat to the doctor's arm.

Smiling, grateful for the gentle touch, Wilson sat back in the chair, long legs sprawled outwards comfortably and rested his mug on his trim abdomen.

"Honestly, I don't know? It's not the radio staff itself who use it, they seem to be more interested in running the snarky side of things. It's more...who's listening to the radio broadcast that concerns me from time to time."

Taking a sip of his coffee, he paused with the rim of the mug to his lips flicking his glance over towards Phale from behind the slight shelter of his lashes.

"I mean...the radio is how I knew to go to the shop that day."

The day Crowley wouldn't leave the dying angel's side.

Aziraphale tilts his head at the doctor, looking puzzled.

"Radio? I didn't know we had one here -- we haven't a radio, only Crowley's new stereo, apparently. They...broadcast something over the radio about...me?"

Oh really, how embarassing!

"Oh, no!" Wilson quickly assured Phale then he flash narrowed his eyes, making himself remember getting from Point A to Point D.

"We'd had Rory, Logan and Marty in the Clinic the night before...almost with Parker and Angela and...well even without asking specific questions there was enough talk going on to put the pieces together of what went down, then when I heard on the radio that the shop had been the epicenter of everything, I got concerned and headed down to check on things."

Wilson squirmed a little at that last bit, worried he might have just sounded like a busybody or at least a worry wort.

Aziraphale relaxes a bit at the doctor's assurances, relieved to hear that he and his shop aren't being chatted about over the airwaves.

"That was good of you, James. I'm very grateful, and I'm touched that you'd have been concerned enough to come and see that we were all right."

And really, more than that, he's indebted to the man, because if he hadn't stopped by, where would the angel be now?

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