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FTEC - Wednesday Day Shift [12/20]

Wilson had entirely expected to have spent the night in a sleepless and fractious state. Luckily, after a bit of a rest, Aziraphale had just the remedy for none sleepy doctors to exhaust them into a state of sleepiness.

Aziraphale's remedy had been a rousing success ~~three times even~~ and so it was with a cheerful whistle and a gingerbread latte that Wilson opened the clinic this fine Wednesday morning.

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Once Wilson had been settled into the clinic for a while -- and after his own cleaning up of the apartment was finished --- Aziraphale packed up a plate of gingerbread and a thermos of tea and headed down to the clinic. He'd brought along his notes for next semester's class, and after sharing a warm kiss with the young doctor, the angel pulled up a chair and made himself at home to keep Wilson company for his shift.

Late in the morning, Bel headed over to the clinic, knowing Wilson would be there and likely Aziraphale as well. He wanted them to know that they'd gotten back okay, and ask Phale WTF was he thinking...CROWLEY?

He had the lunchbox housing his egg, and more importantly, his father's soul orb, in hand.

[ooc: leaving in ten minutes to catch a flight, so slow play is very much teh love, but I wanted to make sure Bel came by. :) ]

Looking up from the book he was reading when Bel entered, Aziraphale smiled brightly, terribly relieved to see the young man.

"Oh, good! You have no idea how happy I am to see that you made it back safely. Is everyone all right?"

[ooc: No worries, have a safe trip!]

"I meant to call last night," Bel said ruefully, "but kinda got wrapped up in the excitement. Yeah, we're all fine, and we got my father." He opened up the lunchbox, revealing egg and soul orb.

Since Aziraphale had no idea what the whole 'egg baby' thing was about, he blinked once and gave Bel an odd look.

"It's...the orb, I assume. Not the egg."

Being in Fandom had taught him not to make assumptions, though.

Bel laughed. "The orb," he said, touching it gently. "The egg is my son."

At Phale's most assuredly bewildered look, he added, "Ethics class project."

[ooc: now I go for real. *glomps*]

Oh yes, Bel definitely anticipated an accurate response. The angel gave him a wide-eyed look, following it with a soft chuckle when the explanation came.

"Well, I imagine there isn't any safer place for your father's soul than to be kept where you're keeping your Ethics project/son. And I'm awfully glad to see that it all worked out. Er, no troubles getting back, I hope?"

[ooc: *waves and hugs*]

It was all together possible that Wilson was busy trying to keep a straight face, while totally failing, as Aziraphale was introduced into the time honored school project tradition of egg babies.

[ooc: Have a safe trip!!! *Hugs!*]

"Well, I wanted to keep him close, so this was about the best thing I could find to carry him around in," Bel said. "Until I can find a way to release him."

He peered at Aziraphale. "Crowley?!" he said, flailing just a little. "What were you thinking?"

Since Aziraphale hadn't exactly mentioned who he was calling for help in Bel's mission to Wilson either, he glanced over at the young doctor, obviously expecting at the very least a bit of facepalming.

"Er...well, he was the only person I could think of who could get in and out without raising suspicions. Most of the people I know are here in Fandom!" he flailed back. "Or Above. Can you picture Gabriel trying to pull a stunt like that?"

Indeed, that sound you heard was Wilson's face meeting his palm.

That next sound you heard was a certain young doctor deciding that one of the exam rooms in the back needed his attention.

Coward much?

"I'm surprised he didn't just try to take Phoebe and leave the rest of us there," Bel grumbled. "If he had laid one hand on her I would've...."

"He wouldn't have," Aziraphale assured him. "Whatever Crowley is, he does keep his word. I asked him to get you all safely back to the mortal world, and he promised me he would do so."

He noticed Wilson creeping off to hide in the exam room, and cast a little ~~pouty face~~ frown in the young doctor's direction.

"And...it did turn out just fine, didn't it?"

"Yes," Bel said grudgingly. "But you should've warned me. Not that I'm ungrateful...it was just a big shock to see him there."

"I was afraid you'd refuse his help if you knew ahead of time," Aziraphale replied sheepishly. "I know you two have had some troubles, but really he's...well, not nice, of course. But still..."

Considering that the angel had run into troubles of his own with Crowley in recent times, it was hard for him to say that everything was as it should have been. But all that had happened, he still believed in the demon's sense of fair play, if nothing else.

"Maybe," Bel admitted. "I don't know. I was pretty desperate to get my father, though." He looked down at the soul orb. "Now the question is, how do I get him out of there? Do I just smash it? I just want him to be free and go...wherever he's supposed to go."

Aziraphale followed Bel's gaze.

"I don't know much about these sorts of things," he admitted. "Before you go just breaking it, perhaps it would be best to do a bit of research, and make certain that the soul isn't somehow bound to the structure of the orb itself? And then...it might be good to actually do it in a consecrated place, like a church or cemetery. Just to make sure there's nothing to hinder the soul's journey once it's free."

Bel nodded. "I figured I'd talk to a few people, see what I could find out, before I did anything hasty," he said. "I don't want him to suffer more than he already has."

"I think that's the best way to go about it, my dear. And I can't help but imagine that he knows he's safe and in good hands now, so there's no reason to rush things until you're certain about what needs to be done."

"You're right, he's safe for now," Bel said. "I just don't know how...comfortable he is stuck in there. I don't know if it hurts him at all."

With a little smile, Aziraphale replied, "I would imagine that any discomfort would be countered by the knowledge that his son proved to be brave and loving, and refused to abandon his father even at the risk of his own life."

Bel ducked his head to hide his blush. "I know I've done a lot of things that he wouldn't approve of, but I hope this can kinda make it up to him."

"I'm certain he'll be happy to overlook all of the 'bad' things, knowing that you've managed to overcome so much on your own, and to find your way to making up for those things."

Aziraphale laid his hand on Bel's shoulder. "I know that James and I are awfully proud of you."

Bel turned even redder. "Thanks," he said quietly. "That means a lot."

Loathe to cause Bel any further embarrassment, Aziraphale chuckled softly and then waved a hand at the desk, where he had a plate of gingerbread and a thermos laid out.

"Would you like a bit of gingerbread or a spot of tea before you go, my dear?"

"Thanks," Bel said, grabbing some gingerbread. "I gotta be heading to hunting class. I figured I'd ask Mr. Winchester if he knew anything about freeing trapped souls, too. He might have run into it in his line of work."

"That's quite possible." Aziraphale nodded his agreement. "Usually when I've dealt with them, they've been inside other bodies, which I imagine is quite a bit different. If he can't help you, though, you're always welcome to come and look through my library if you like.

"I'll take you up on that," Bel said, closing the lunchbox. "I just want him to rest in peace now. Least I can do for him."

"You know that if there's anything either of us can do to help, we will."

Now that Bel and his friends were back safely, Aziraphale was beginning to feel that all his worrying was unnecessary, and he gave the young man a cheerful smile. "And if you and Phoebe are around at all during the break, come by and visit with us. James and I both will be staying here in Fandom."

"I'm not sure how much we'll be around," Bel admitted. "Phoebe'll be home with her family, and she's trying to drag me to meet her grandmother now that I'm human." Bel winced visible. "And Angel's invited us to the Hyperion for the holidays, too."

"Then the two of you have a save trip." He smiled reassuringly at Bel. "I think giving the grandmother thing is probably worth another shot. And give our best to Angel when you see him."

"I will," Bel promised. "And I'm sure me and Phoebe will stop by when we come back. I'm not sure how long we're gonna be away."

"We'd both like it very much if you would. James and I don't plan to go anyplace at all, unless it's a day-trip to the mainland, so we'll be here right up until classes begin again next year."

[ooc: And apologies for that last comment coming out as complete nonsense. *facepalms*]

"I'll let Phoebe know," Bel said with a smile. He checked his watch. "But now I better get to class."

"Quite, my dear. We teachers do like to encourage our students to be on time to one another's classes," he chuckled. "I'll see you tomorrow in lab. We're scheduled to have a special guest."

Guessing it was probably safe at this point, Wilson had surfaced from his absolutelyurgentmustbedonenow something or other in the exam room. With a bright smile he waved to Bel.

"Have a wonderful holiday, Bel!"

"You too," Bel said with a wave, heading out the door with lunchbox, egg-baby, and soul orb.

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