Clinic Hours - Wednesday November 9th - Afternoon forward

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Wilson had spent the morning lounging with House, just simply spending time together enjoying really bad early morning game shows and -cough- other morning activities but he was now heading to the Clinic to put some time in

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[valentine_tart]

Still flushed from Study Hall playtime with Daddy, Beka made a stop at the clinic. Having gotten Angelus's OK, she felt Dr. Wilson deserved any answers he might be looking for.

"Doctor," she said pleasantly, approaching his desk but eyeing the coffee behind him.

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Wilson was finishing up with some paperwork and it took him a moment to look up as he responded slightly absently.

"Yeeess." Slowly his head came around and when he saw Beka he blinked and then smiled. "Oh, hello, Beka."

[valentine_tart]

"Hey." An almost-fond engaging smile warmed her face. "I wanted to thank you. You were fantastic fantastic the other day."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

One dark eyebrow arched in her direction but then he smiled and straightened, turning around to lean in the chair, long legs kicked out haphazardly.

"I was doing my job, Beka but...thank you." Watching he for a moment, he rotated the chair back and forth pensively before speaking again. "It must have been hard...for you."

[valentine_tart]

"Mind if I grab a cup of coffee?" She nodded toward the pot behind him. "I can't stay long, but I could use it. It's been a hard couple of days, as you say."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Blinking, he sat up and turned towards the pot.

"Not at all! I'm sorry, I should have offered. Here, let me get you a cup. How do you take it?"

Standing up, he turned to grab a styrofome cup from a stack he'd set out just for these such occasions and began to fill it with the fragrant coffee.

"It's hard when I friend gets into trouble. How is he doing by the way? Since you didn't have to drag him back in here, I'm suspecting there haven't been any other...outbursts?"

Turning, on the last word, he held the coffee out towards her.

[valentine_tart]

Amused at his eagerness, so obviously directed not at her but at the information he wanted, she couldn't help grinning at his back. "Black is fine, Doctor. Or do you go by Wilson?"

When he handed her the cup, she raised it immediately to her face, closing her eyes and bathing in the rich steam. "Gods that smells good. Thank you." She sipped it. It tasted better than it smelled. "That," she pronounced, "is the best medical treatment I've ever received."

She looked up, gaze clear and bright, and smiled. "Bel's fine. Everyone's fine."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Oh now, now...he wouldn't be that blatant about it. This was just the first steps of the fencing match.

"Either." He said amicably as he leaned against the desk and politely motioned her towards the chair if she wanted it.

"Kona and while I am a firm believer in the idea that it's good for all that might ail you, there are some scientific studies on ulcers that would refute that claim."

Wow, there's a whopper. Trying a little too hard but we'll roll with it.

"Are they? Excellent to know. I had been considering requesting a follow-up visit."

[valentine_tart]

"Wilson, then. I have issues with authority." She grinned, remaining on her feet, resisting the urge to see what he'd do if she sat on his desk. And also not wanting to risk thumping her bruised ribs in front of someone who would notice.

"I'm also not the sort to carry my stress around with me, so we can probably dispense with worrying about ulcers. I hit things, or blow things up."

Sipping the Kona, she considered how to address the issue of follow-up visits. She shrugged and went for it straight.

"All right. This is Valentine, straight. I can be subtle when it suits, but I prefer direct. So, you get direct. Bel's got issues. They're not medical and you can't help him unless you can be his friend. Alanna's fine. Phoebe has some emotional issues that she's going to need to work out. And me? I'll hit a few things or get it on with Daddy and I'll be fine again."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Bruised ribs were hard to hide if the person you were trying to hide them from knew what to look for. The subtle carriage of the torso, stiffness where there should be natural willowish grace

[valentine_tart]

Oh, he was good all right. But Angelus trusted him, and liked him. Which meant he was neither stupid, nor the amiable soul he pretended to be. What could be hidden in mannerisms could not as easily be hidden in the eyes.

Besides, she'd seen him with Angelus, seen how acutely he'd watched her when Phoebe and Angelus brought Bel out. Seen even now the slightly extended pause before he spoke that meant he was thinking.

It didn't matter. She'd come for two reasons only. She cocked her head, smiled and hit the first one. "Bel and I aren't lovers."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

At this he looked genuinely startled and just as quickly he smiled, chuckling softly.

"I never thought you were."

[valentine_tart]

That puzzled her a bit, given his speculative glances between them.

She arched an eyebrow. "No? I guess that's good then. Be downright problematic if people thought we were." The phrasing provoked a smile. It sounded like Angelus. Unsurprising, really, given the very pleasant way she'd spent a good part of the day.

After a moment, she grinned. "Have coffee with me sometime?"

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Inwardly he smiled to himself. She didn't realize what he'd been connecting together when it came to her and Bel and the situation. This, in the long run was probably a good thing.

"I can imagine." He agreed, especially with the way Phoebe had been fretting about Bel, that... could definitely be a sticky situation.

He looked over at her and smiled gently, one eyebrow lifting. "Mmmm, a tempting offer but I'm going to have to decline."

For a couple of different reasons not the least of which being, he had a feeling she expected him to say yes.

"However, anytime you wish to stop by and enjoy a cup, I'd be more than happy to share." Nodding towards the pot to make his meaning clear.

[valentine_tart]

Gay as a summer frock, Angelus? I'm thinking no. No smart gay man with a thirst for information would turn down the chance to talk to someone who could give it to him.

There was enough straight in him to want to play her, and part of her admired that. Another part of her wanted to be even more unsubtle, back him up against a wall and tell him to stop being an idiot because she'd no objections to telling him what he wanted to know.

Instead she slipped on a schoolgirl shrug and a wryly demure smile. Cocking her head and looking at him through her eyelashes in a way he couldn't possibly take seriously, she said, "I'm crushed. I don't think I can bear to ever drink your coffee again."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Or was that just, back him up against a wall?

Patience, dear girl, patience. She had information, probably confirmation of conclusions he'd already drawn but more importantly, that meant she'd have information he might need going forward and that was when he could use her.

For now, he played the role of graceful mentor to her coy schoolgirl and bowed his head in a thoroughly dejected manner.

"Now, that would obviously be a shame. I shall simply have to hope that you change your mind, Beka. I promise, I am well known for my coffee." The last word, it was a subtly rolled into a tone that hinted at a rich velvetiness, which in turn gave a whispered promise to so much more.

Was he as gay as a summer frock and playing to her games? Was he seriously intrigued by her?

Perhaps those two questions alone would be enough to tempt her back for coffee...and bring her back to fence again.