#4 Mauvaise Chance, and Killer Tomatoes

[a_phale]

True to his word, Aziraphale had agreed to spend Saturday afternoon necking on the couch watching bad B horror flicks. Thanks to Abby's comment, Wilson had insisted on starting out with Attack of the Killer Tomatoes. Having gotten the desired reaction of confusion over the plot and horror at the production values in general from the angel, he'd

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[dr_jwilsonmd]

Hey at least there had been a lot of necking! Wilson had encouraged Phale to open his mind and see the movie for it's gem like quality as a total cliche and campiness. After the second incredulous look he'd gotten, Wilson had decided he'd better make a nice dinner...out of angelic swat range!

Soon the apartment was filled with the scents of a roasting chicken, mac and cheese some green beans, the young doctor picking foods that would allow him to get them started, then come back for more necking to sit and enjoy time with Aziraphale.

"You'll love this next one, Raphale. It's got just the best line at the end."

[a_phale]

Once Wilson returned from putting on dinner and rejoined the angel on the couch, Aziraphale wrapped his arms around the young doctor and snuggled close. He didn't so much mind the movies -- they were strange, and he was pretty sure he was missing some vital part that would be the key to why people liked them so much -- but it was the time spent with his lover that was important.

"There's probably no chance of just watching the end, I suppose," he murmured teasingly, pressing a kiss to Wilson's ear. "What I just don't understand is why people are so afraid of tomatoes."

[dr_jwilsonmd]

Wilson giggled chuckled giggled as Phale tickled his ear and he snuggled down into his lover's arms.

"They're killer tomatos, Aziraphale. Besides, truly the 'plot' if you will is the idea that the government is doing dangerous experiments without the public's knowledge and what would happen if one of these government coverups was to get loose and attack the populace."

Turning to kiss Phale's jaw, Wilson settled down on is angelic pillow.

"It's a protest against the secretive nature of the government."

[a_phale]

"Oh."

Aziraphale mused on this a bit as they watched the opening credits, absently caressing his fingers along Wilson's arm.

"Do people actually believe the government is doing secret experiments resulting in killer vegetables?"

Yes, sometimes he did take things a bit too literally.

[lovechildblair]

Blair didn't feel like going all the way back up to the dorms but he was too tired to just walk around town all night. Figuring that a cast would make him look pathetic enough to take in for the night, he knocked on #4.

[dr_jwilsonmd]

"I know lover mine but I like playing with the remote. It's a guy thing, sorta like..."

Thank heaven's the knock on the door interupted what Wilson was about to admit to next. Sharing a quick glance with the angel, Wilson set his plate down on the coffee and scrabbled up to his feet, which gave Phale the chance he needed to reach for the remote.

Rolling his eyes at the angel, Wilson walked to the door, undid the bolts and pulled it open. He half expected to find Abby there and blinked when he saw Blair. His expression immediately brightened and then in the next moment became quite concerned as he saw the pristine new cast and sling on the young man's arm.

"Blair! What happ...no, that can wait, come on in." Wilson urged, stepping back to make room.

[a_phale]

Aziraphale, on the other hand, knew it was Blair the minute the door opened. As Wilson was greeting the young man, the angel stood up and headed for the kitchen to fetch another plate. The next words out of the young doctor's mouth, however, had him freezing in his tracks, and then turning quickly and moving toward the door.

"Good lord. I'll get some tea."

Which might have seemed like a strange way to treat an unexpected guest with an obvious and recent injury. But that was his part of the job. Wilson was the doctor, he took care of the physical injuries. Aziraphale, in turn, took up the job of making their guests psychologically comfortable. It was actually an arrangement that begun to work quite well for them.

Not that they'd had very much call to use it, as of yet.

[lovechildblair]

Blair gave Wilson a small smile as he stepped inside and nodded at Aziraphale. "Do you guys mind if I hang out here tonight? There was a fight and River..."

"I don't take up a lot of room."