Chaucer and Wilson: A Conversation (backdated to 3/25/06)

[geoff_chaucer]

Once he'd left Shane at her house, Geoff had taken the train back to Dover but he wasn't ready to go home. What she'd told him about her kidnapping, and the fact that others had been involved -- including Dr. Wilson -- was weighing heavy on Geoff's mind. The perpetrators had to be found, obviously, and revenge taken. But how? He hadn't wanted to

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[dr_jwilsonmd]

Wilson parked the M3, chattering brightly with Phale. It was a bit of nervous chatter, the lights from the Triangle still flashing in his mind but it was on one of their favorite topics and so it was a fun conversation as well.

Closing up the garage, the two men were curled arm in arm as they headed for the back gate to their home, heads bent together, talking softly.

[geoff_chaucer]

Taking a deep breath, Geoff stood and headed toward the two men. He hated disturbing them, but...he had to know what was going on.

"Hail! Dr. Wilson!" he called, walking quickly across the street, his discomfort showing clearly on his face.

[dr_jwilsonmd]

For a split second, the angel's body language was openly protective as he shifted in between Wilson and the approaching Chaucer but in the blink of that second, Phale relaxed, recognizing the young bard's voice.

Wilson turned also with a quiet sort of smile. It wasn't that he was unhappy to see Chaucer but rather that he had been looking forward into getting into the house, turning off all the lights and leaving just the candles and fire to brighten their home. Still, even as he thought about that, he realized that Chaucer must be here for some reason and his mind immediately went to ...

House?

"Good evening, Mr. Chaucer." As Geoff came closer, Wilson could see the discomfort in the young man's face and with a quick glance towards Phale, he reached for the door in the wall around the garden.

"Come on through, will you? Would you like some tea?"

[geoff_chaucer]

Honestly, the people in this time and their tea. The offer elicited a wry, private smile from Geoff, and a polite shake of his head. "No thank you, Dr. Wilson. I just...I won't take up very much of your time, I promise. I just have a couple of questions I need to ask someone, and you were the best person I could think of to answer them."

Looking back and forth between the two men, Geoff realized he was probably interrupting something, and almost backed off. This was for Shane, though, and he'd promised to always take care of her, as best he could anyway. And as best he could didn't mean sheering off because he was being a nuisance. So he gave Aziraphale an apologetic smile and stepped toward Wilson to follow him through the gate.