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fandomtownies2005-11-06 11:56 am
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The Park by the Pond - Sunday Morning [Open of course!]
He'd slept well last night, curled up against House and with his pager blessedly silent for the night. There had been one small instance of a night terror but House had quickly soothed it away and Wilson had closed his eyes, vulnerable and trusting in his lover to keep the rest of the night peaceful for them both.
Morning found Wilson up and restless with House grumbling something about the evils of sunlight and pulling the blankets back over his head so the younger man had pulled himself together and headed out for a morning walk. He'd gone by The Perk for coffee and today, perhaps in fear of the beach at this point, he wandered into the Park.
He hadn't been down to the pond yet, though he'd heard about it in passing conversations and decided that was as good a destination as any. It was a nice morning, if perhaps a bit chilly, the morning sun cast little crystals of rainbow color across the dew laden grass and Wilson smiled to himself as he took in deep breaths of the crisp air. Finding a bench that had been warmed dry by the sun's rays he settled down and sprawled his legs out in front of him, looking out across the still water. Somewhere, out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw a duck go paddling by but his attention was focused inwards.
He was thinking about Julie, thinking about what had driven him out here to this rather...unique island called Fandom. Without being completely aware of doing so, he began to sing aloud the lyrics to an old song from his past.
"Rock on- gold dust woman, Take your silver spoon, And dig your grave, Heartless challenge, Pick your path and I'll pray,
Wake up in the morning, See your sunrise- loves- to go down, Lousy lovers- pick their prey, But they never cry out loud."
Tapping his toe in time with the beat in his head, at least Wilson was a good singer...even unaccompanied, it was about the only special talent, outside medicine, that he could lay claim to.
"Did she make you cry, Make you break down, Shatter your illusions of love, Is it over now- do you know how, Pick up the pieces and go home. Rock on - Ancient Queen, Follow those who pale, In your shadow, Rulers make bad lovers, You better put your kingdom up for sale."
Taking a sip of his coffee, Wilson closed his eyes, making himself picture his ex-wife's face as he tried to answer questions the song unerringly touched upon.
"Did she make you cry, Make you break down, Shatter your illusions of love, Is it over now- do you know how, Pickup the pieces and go home."
Wrinkling his nose, Wilson let the sound of his own voice echo in his ear as he lay his head back against the back of the bench and stared up at the bright blue sky. It really was... a most beautiful morning.
[ooc: No angst, promise just singing and thinking if anyone wants to wander by.]
Morning found Wilson up and restless with House grumbling something about the evils of sunlight and pulling the blankets back over his head so the younger man had pulled himself together and headed out for a morning walk. He'd gone by The Perk for coffee and today, perhaps in fear of the beach at this point, he wandered into the Park.
He hadn't been down to the pond yet, though he'd heard about it in passing conversations and decided that was as good a destination as any. It was a nice morning, if perhaps a bit chilly, the morning sun cast little crystals of rainbow color across the dew laden grass and Wilson smiled to himself as he took in deep breaths of the crisp air. Finding a bench that had been warmed dry by the sun's rays he settled down and sprawled his legs out in front of him, looking out across the still water. Somewhere, out of the corner of his eye he thought he saw a duck go paddling by but his attention was focused inwards.
He was thinking about Julie, thinking about what had driven him out here to this rather...unique island called Fandom. Without being completely aware of doing so, he began to sing aloud the lyrics to an old song from his past.
"Rock on- gold dust woman, Take your silver spoon, And dig your grave, Heartless challenge, Pick your path and I'll pray,
Wake up in the morning, See your sunrise- loves- to go down, Lousy lovers- pick their prey, But they never cry out loud."
Tapping his toe in time with the beat in his head, at least Wilson was a good singer...even unaccompanied, it was about the only special talent, outside medicine, that he could lay claim to.
"Did she make you cry, Make you break down, Shatter your illusions of love, Is it over now- do you know how, Pick up the pieces and go home. Rock on - Ancient Queen, Follow those who pale, In your shadow, Rulers make bad lovers, You better put your kingdom up for sale."
Taking a sip of his coffee, Wilson closed his eyes, making himself picture his ex-wife's face as he tried to answer questions the song unerringly touched upon.
"Did she make you cry, Make you break down, Shatter your illusions of love, Is it over now- do you know how, Pickup the pieces and go home."
Wrinkling his nose, Wilson let the sound of his own voice echo in his ear as he lay his head back against the back of the bench and stared up at the bright blue sky. It really was... a most beautiful morning.
[ooc: No angst, promise just singing and thinking if anyone wants to wander by.]
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"I'm thinking I should definitely charge extra next time," Tex said as she approached Wilson.
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"Hey there. You should definitely charge extra next time...and then bonk me on the back of the head and remind me to obey the rules."
He glanced at her with genuine ruefulness. "I definitely owe you a few drinks for that one."
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She shifted the rifle in her hands and nodded slowly. "I'm not one to turn down a free drink."
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Dark eyes twinkled merrilly as he owned up to this and he nodded.
"I think I owe you at least two drinks. One for helping in the first place and then another for being understanding about the situation with Rover."
Exhaling a soft breath he eyed the rifle in her hands. "Is it duck season?"
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"I wouldn't know. What? You want duck for dinner? Twenty bucks," she raised her rifle and took aim of the nearest duck.
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"Just joking, no killing of ducks, please."
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"Only due to necessity, have you seen the so called 'meat' they serve in hospital cafeterias?"
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"Err...would that be 500 years forward or backward?" He looked a little bewildered but at the same time, curious.
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"See... take the scalpel out of my hand and my complete inept dorkness shines through."
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"I can't decide whether to be relieved or wounded that I didn't manage to take top honors in something I'm good at."
He grinned impishly. A man who was genuinely comfortable with never trying to present himself as more then who he was and laughter usually came most easily to him.
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Besides, he was a big believe in actions vs words and the simple truth of the matter was, she'd offered help when no one else had, sure she took money but not nearly what she could have demanded of him given the circumstances and she hadn't shot up his Clinic when the misunderstanding with Rover occured.
All these facts carried more weight then words.
[ooc: Understood! And actually, Wilson's a good one to dig at cause he usually just digs back :D]
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If she knew what Wilson was thinking, she would definitely have to ask more next time. That and she's really curious about how Rover works.
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"How did you come to be, here? I mean, 500 years seems a long way to travel."
[ooc: *blush* Thank you, I never know how he's going to translate but...it's fun running him against Tex. She's so cool and she could so kick his ass! :)]
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He really was just a boring little mortal trying to wrap his brain around some of the shit he kept running into around here.
[ooc: *Hides from the ass kicking!*]
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"I apologize." His tone was genuine. "Bad movie reference...and by bad I mean a really bad movie too."
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Leaning forward, arms resting along his thighs as he peered up towards what he was going to assume was her eyes.
"I honestly do not know. This whole place is the biggest learning curve I've ever experienced. I just know that he is a bonafide member of the school's security force and not some...thing that many people like to tangle with. He has a way of...absorbing people. He spits them back out but..."
A delicate shudder at the idea of being absorbed.
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"Given what I've seen I'd suspect that would be the likely outcome if you were to do so."
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"I'm afraid those sorts of specs I don't have an answer for. I haven't even touched Rover so I don't know what sort of material it's made of."
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"This place does seem to be a gathering point for some unique personalities."
In this instance it was a case of choosing not to show attention to her attempt at lure. Even if he knew, he couldn't tell her.
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"So, given Rover's reaction and the fact that I've now seen you twice in town, I'm going to state the obvious as I ask ingenously. Do you own a business here?"
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"Good point. I should probably not say never, it's a tricky thing to deal in absolutes."
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She moved restlessly and nodded at Wilson. "I have business to take care of."
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"Of course. It was nice chatting with you...and thank you for saving me from the duck. I think we're up to four drinks, then we'll have to draw straws for who gets to carry whom home. Have a good day."
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