POI Independence day crossover fusion #12: Is there a doctor in the house?
TITLE: POI Independence day crossover fusion #12: Is there a doctor in the house
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
The staff at Area 51 were more familiar with taking apart aliens than putting people together. Fortunately Nathan's son had been in the White House when they made their hasty exit.
Will Ingram was glad to finally have something useful to do. He had been feeling useless up to this point, and had mostly been trying to stay out of everyone's way and let his dad do Presidential things. He had taken a moment to confront his Uncle about the fact that the man had apparently been lying to him for his entire life. He wasn't an insurance salesman, he clearly wasn't a technophobe, and apparently his last name wasn't even Wren! Will had been somewhat mollified when Harold made some vague allusions to witness protection, covert operations, and secret identities. Who knew his boring old Uncle had it in him?
The infirmary on base was pretty rudimentary. But Will was used to working under primitive conditions from his time with Doctor's Without Borders. He had returned stateside when his father was elected as his security detail felt he was at too great a risk in the wilds of Africa (that and they were tired of all the damn mosquitos). Will then had to consider what he wanted to do with his life. He had taken a temporary position with the World Health Organization in Washington at his Uncle's urging, because Harold couldn't help giggling every time he referred to Will as “a doctor with WHO.” He had hoped the proximity would allow him to spend time with his father, although Nathan's busy schedule meant they couldn't have as many get togethers as Will would like.
Will's revery was interrupted when the patient was wheeled into the examination room. Fortunately it really was just a flesh wound. A few stitches, some fluids, and a good nights rest and she would be back on her feet. Her fiancee shook Will's hand, choking up as he said “Thank you, Thank you” over and over again when Will delivered the good news. Will almost teared up himself when his dad clapped him on the back and said “I'm proud of you son.” Even that crazy Secret Service lady that was always at his dad's side smirked at him and gave him a congratulatory punch on the arm. Will waited until he had cleared the room to let his patient sleep to rub at the punch site and check for bruising-that had really hurt!
Chapter 13: http://whomii2.livejournal.com/82662.html
AUTHOR: whomii2
DISCLAIMER: do not own
The staff at Area 51 were more familiar with taking apart aliens than putting people together. Fortunately Nathan's son had been in the White House when they made their hasty exit.
Will Ingram was glad to finally have something useful to do. He had been feeling useless up to this point, and had mostly been trying to stay out of everyone's way and let his dad do Presidential things. He had taken a moment to confront his Uncle about the fact that the man had apparently been lying to him for his entire life. He wasn't an insurance salesman, he clearly wasn't a technophobe, and apparently his last name wasn't even Wren! Will had been somewhat mollified when Harold made some vague allusions to witness protection, covert operations, and secret identities. Who knew his boring old Uncle had it in him?
The infirmary on base was pretty rudimentary. But Will was used to working under primitive conditions from his time with Doctor's Without Borders. He had returned stateside when his father was elected as his security detail felt he was at too great a risk in the wilds of Africa (that and they were tired of all the damn mosquitos). Will then had to consider what he wanted to do with his life. He had taken a temporary position with the World Health Organization in Washington at his Uncle's urging, because Harold couldn't help giggling every time he referred to Will as “a doctor with WHO.” He had hoped the proximity would allow him to spend time with his father, although Nathan's busy schedule meant they couldn't have as many get togethers as Will would like.
Will's revery was interrupted when the patient was wheeled into the examination room. Fortunately it really was just a flesh wound. A few stitches, some fluids, and a good nights rest and she would be back on her feet. Her fiancee shook Will's hand, choking up as he said “Thank you, Thank you” over and over again when Will delivered the good news. Will almost teared up himself when his dad clapped him on the back and said “I'm proud of you son.” Even that crazy Secret Service lady that was always at his dad's side smirked at him and gave him a congratulatory punch on the arm. Will waited until he had cleared the room to let his patient sleep to rub at the punch site and check for bruising-that had really hurt!
Chapter 13: http://whomii2.livejournal.com/82662.html