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FTEC Saturday Evening [10/7]

After spending some time up at the school with Phale and the kids in detention, Wilson had headed home for a nap. Rolling out of bed an hour before his shift, he showered and ate a light lunch to hold him over till Phale brought dinner down later in the evening, then packed up his briefcase and headed down to the clinic.

It felt a little strange having to actually walk to the clinic instead of just stumbling down the stairs or stepping out into a hallway but, change was the nature of things.

Waving a one handed hello to the nurse as he settled in behind the counter, Wilson introduced himself and got a quick tour from her to show him where things were, new equipment, quirks of old equipment and what changes had been made. After that, he went back up to the front desk.

A pot of coffee was put on to brew, music was turned on to a jazzy insturmental station and Wilson settled in to the seat with a medical journal and a note pad.

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Check in, steal coffee, poke Wilson as you will.

Around 9:00, Aziraphale wandered into the clinic to ~~poke Wilson~~ bring Wilson his dinner. Detention had been interesting, but mostly successful he thought, and he was looking forward to a nice quiet evening. Hopefully the clinic wouldn't be stormed by injured students on Wilson's very first night.

"Good evening, James love," he said cheerily, setting a sack full of styrofoam containers on the counter. "I went by that Chinese place, since if I'd actually cooked dinner you'd be getting eggs and toast and a cake."

Wilson looked up from his note taking and smiled warmly before sitting back and rubbing at his hand. Why he hadn't brought his laptop, he wasn't entirely certain, it just seemed to make more sense to take his notes by hand.

"Hey there, Raphale. You know I love your eggs and toast, though they might not have transported well. Did you get extra curry?"

Wilson could smell that the angel had done so but he always liked to ask.

"Of course I did," Aziraphale replied with a laugh, although a little frown line appeared on his forehead as he watched Wilson rub his hand.

"Shall I fetch your computer?" he asked, as he bgan to unpack the food, handing the young doctor a thermos of green tea for him to pour.

Busy unscrewing the top to the thermos, Wilson looked up and gave his head a shake.

"No, it's all right, lover. I just haven't taken so many notes by hand in a long time." And it should occure to him to wonder why he was doing so now but it didn't as he could smell yummy curry and eggs rolls.

"How did detention wind up?"

Aziraphale didn't argue, Wilson did seem to look more at home with the pad of paper on his desk. He finished unpacking their food and pulled a chair up to the desk so he could sit down.

"I think it went rather well. Unfortunately ~~unless they ping in late~~ I had a few no-shows, so they'll have to serve next weekend with Mr Vader. And I think...I hope Belthazor got the chance to work out a little aggression."

Again, Wilson got a slightly far away look in his dark eyes as he sat and thought about Belthazor, then sighed softly, poured out the green tea for them both and then began to tuck in to his dinner.

"Did I tell you I introduced myself to Lord Vader?"

Not sure that he wanted to just let that faraway look go, Aziraphale for the moment pushed it to the back of his mind, but determined that he was going to find out what was going on. Wilson's question handily distracted him though, and he raised an eyebrow.

"Did you really? And is he as horrifying as some of the students would have us believe? I really do need to get out and meet more of the other teachers."

Wilson was determined not to tell Phale about the stressful conversation in the Perk but as Bel's aggression continued to become more pronounced, he was more and more worried. Granted, Echolls could have happened even if Bel was on Zoloft but still.

"Hmm? No, I mean...I didn't find him horrifying, just really quiet and succient but I've only met him the one time, maybe having class with him is something all together different."

Wilson pursed his lips thoughtfully. "He had a cup of coffee but he couldn't drink it, just...was enjoying the smell."

"That's a shame. About the coffee, I mean. I wonder if they make coffee-scented air fresheners. Although I think that's the sort of thing I best not mention in front of Blair, or Mr Vader will have his office filled with coffee scent whether he likes it or not."

Aziraphale nodded at the remark about the man being different in class. "I suspect that has a lot to do with it. That he's just an imposing sort of figure with a short temper. Students tend to exaggerate their feelings about a teacher when that teacher is doing something they don't like."

Maybe there was just a little bit of personal feeling in that statement.

"Maybe I could make him a coffee cake? Those things scent up a room like nobody's business." Wilson said thoughtfully.

Then he looked at his lover and reached over to touch the angel's hand.

"Raphale?"

Aziraphale gave a little shrug. "I hadn't expected it to be so difficult to keep 'teacher' and 'friend' separate. And...this hasn't been a very good week for my classes, I'm afraid. Belthazor and Joxer fighting on Monday, and then in lab yesterday Miss Santos had a terrible dream. And poor Miss Belacqua woke up crying. Even Blair's dream was frightening. He made me take his cast off so he could make certain...whatever had happened to his arm in his dream wasn't real."

The angel knew Wilson was having troubles with his own classes, and felt bad about piling more troubles on him. "Perhaps it really is just...a bad week. Emotions running high because of the anticipation over Homecoming and such."

Once again, Wilson felt the words about Bel come up to the tip of his tongue but he just couldn't take that final step and say anything.

Sighing softly his hand closed around Phale's wrist for a moment and he gave the angel a gentle smile.

"Dreams can be hard for these kids, Raphale. You know how it is for them. It's important that you be their teacher in class and you can reach out to them as a friend but you're right to keep the two seperate and trust me, they'll thank you for it."

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Sometime during the night a large black dog came bounding into the clinic.

Dinner had been enjoyed and perhaps it was the scent of leftovers that caught Sean's attention. Wilson was sitting at the desk, next to Phale working on the crossword when he heard the pattering of pads.

Looking up he blinked.

"Wow... Angel wasn't kidding, you have gotten big!" Really, how many large black labs were seen running around Fandom at this hour. Scooting back from the desk, Wilson patted his knee to encourage Sean to him.

[ooc: Angel/Sean - Wilson - Phale good order?]

"Goodness, is that Sean?" Aziraphale laughed, smiling brightly at the dog. Wilson had mentioned that Angel still had him, and that really meant a great deal to Aziraphale.

Hunting around in the leftovers, he put together a little plate of food. Nothing spicy, of course.

Sean happily took the food and licked the hand of any who offered one.

Angel came in behind him. "Yep, that's him. Told you he was big now."

[ooc: yep, order works for me!]

Grinning at Phale, Wilson nodded. "Yep, this is Sean, present your hand for proper dog kisses."

After getting his hand thoroughly cleaned by doggie tongue, Wilson gave Sean's ears a rub and looked up at the door.

"Good evening, Angel." He said cheerfully. "You're right, he's gotten huge."

Aziraphale offered some head scritching as well, and fetched a bowl of water to go along with Sean's dinner. Returning, he leaned against the desk and waved Angel toward the chair.

"Good evening, my dear. Did you enjoy the Homecoming dance?"

Angel took a seat. "I did, thanks. Very little dancing on my part. Just the way I like it."

Sean gave Phale a lick to say thank you, then tucked in to his dinner.

Grinning as the angel got licked despite himself, Wilson leaned forward with his arms resting along his thighs.

"Hmmm, very little? That seems to imply at least a bit of dancing?" He teased good naturedly.

Aziraphale didn't mind the dog kisses, and he was happy to provide more petting whenever Sean was finished with his food. He did have to chuckle at Angel's reluctance to dance though.

"I expect it was a difficult job to avoid the dancing altogether," he agreed. "But it must have been nice to see all the familiar faces."

"Just a little slow dancing," Angel said. "That I can cope with. And yeah. It is. I didn't realize how much I missed everyone until I saw them again."

"Have you had a chance to talk with Blair?" Wilson couldn't help asking and there was a definite thread of concern in his tone.

He wanted Angel to talk to Blair but he also wanted to talk to Angel about Blair afterwards, if there was time. The weekend was too short.

Not being aware that there was an Angel-Blair issue beyond what had happened during the whole resouling event of last fall, Aziraphale gave Wilson a puzzled look.

"I don't think I had realized that myself," he said to Angel. "Our returning here was unexpected, but turned out to be a blessing."

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