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The Park - Sunday Evening

It had been a fantastic twenty four hours. One that had a smile set on Wilson's face as he walked quietly along the path, heading down towards the pond on automatic pilot. Being with House, being away from all things work, having a chance to talk and talk forward rather then dwelling backwards. It had all been...it had been good.

That House had ~~not so much~~ grudgingly offered to cover the Sunday night On Call had been an added bonus and Wilson was taking advantage of these last few hours without responsibility. He was carrying a cup of coffee from The Perk in one hand, and scuffing a tuft of leaves along in front of him with the toe of his shoes as he walked, head tilted up, face turned towards the chilly autumn air.

[ooc: Just a nice park walk, open to anyone who would like to be in the Park as well, no need to engage Wilson unless you'd like to. :) It's a big park after all!]

[ETA: I'm outtah here for the night, so Wilson won't be around but feel free to use the thread as you need to.]

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Rodney scuffled his way through the drifts of leaves and reflected that with a big maple outside the house, there was probably raking in his future. Unless he could cozen Jonas into doing it.

He spotted the doctor wandering along the paths of the park and thought he saw the guy looking at him. He lifted a hand in a brief wave and kept going.

Wilson usually had a friendly wave for just about everyone and Rodney, though he didn't recognize the man, was no different.

[ooc: Whatever works! I'm here for another hour or so.]

Drawing level with the guy on the next turn around the gardens, Rodney paused. "Hey," he said. "You're one of the Doctors up at the school clinic, right?"

Pausing, Wilson gave a blink but then he smiled with a hint of curiosity as he held his hand out towards Rodney.

"Yes, yes I am. Dr. James Wilson."

ROdney shook the proffered hand. "Uh, hi. Rodney McKay. Look, I know you're off work and it's a Sunday and all that, but...do you deal with the townsfolk as well or just the students? I have allergies that I need checked now and then."

Returning the shake, Wilson slid his hands back into his pockets and pursed his lips.

"Well, the Clinic is for students and faculty only but I had been talking with Mayor Red about holding some clinic hours here in town and...what I do on my own time is...probably my business. What sort of allergies? Seasonal?"

"Dietary, actually. Severe allergies to lemon and lemon products. I've been working for a while in places with...uh...institutional food and medical help close by. It made things easier for me, but now I'm out of that environment, I'd like to know where to find a doctor."

Rodney rocked back on his heels, waiting for a verdict, an offer, or a reference. Any of the above would do.

Allergic to lemons...huh.

Wilsong gave his head a slight shake, getting his thoughts back in order before he stammered a little and began to pat down his pockets.

"Well, when I last spoke with the Mayor, he was discussing setting up a contract with an ambulance company to connect to the mainland. I can...in fact I should give him a call and see how that is coming along. In the meantime...somewhere...here...ah hah!" Fishing out a little white card he held it out to Rodney.

"This is my card. It has my voice mail and my direct pager number on it. You can contact me if you have any immediate difficulties and if you can give me a number, I'll call you as soon as I've spoken with Red?"

Rodney took the card and patted himself down. Jonas had been the one to say he should keep their business cards to hand... Oh, here was one.

"Mistah Fixits," he said proudly, handing it to Wilson. "Phone and voicemail. I'm Rodney, my business partner is Jonas Quinn. Uh, and thanks for the card. I'm being careful about the allergies, but it takes some getting used to. And the people I know think it's funny to give me lemons and stuff like that. So I have to be careful."

Wilson took the card with a smile that quickly faded as he listened to Rodney.

"How allergic are you?"

"Well, it's pretty nasty. Uh, itchiness on direct contact, a squeeze of lemon ingested can send me into anaphylactic shock. The smell of them makes me sneeze - although I think that might just be my mind. I carry an epi-pen most of the time just in case."

Nodding, Wilson relaxed a little. The answer of 'epi-pen' had been what he'd been looking for.

"Good that you have the epi-pen, I was going to suggest one if you didn't already have it."

"Okay. Well..." Rodney looked back at the card. "I suppose this is the point where I say 'have a good evening' although it looks like the evening's just about done and we're heading straight for night."

Watching the man for a long moment, Wilson smiled warmly.

"I'll be in touch, Mr. McKay, as soon as I hear from Red. In the meantime if you experience any complications or need another epi-pen, contact me, day or night."

Holding his hand back out, dark eyes twinkled gently. "It was a pleasure to meet you."

"Yes. I'm glad we had the chat, Dr. Wilson." Rodney shook Wilson's hand with the half-smile and nod that was about as friendly as he ever got, and scuffled off across the grass.

Wilson watched after the man for a few minutes, until he became little more then a shadow figure walking away. Then, making a mental note to get in touch with Red, he turned and continued on his own walk.

Ben decided to take a walk in the park, a break from the writing that had been coming along pretty well. The chill heightened his senses, made him feel even more alive. He sees a familiar face and raises his hand. "Good evening, Dr. Wilson."

Hearing a voice call his name, he turned towards it, a smile brightening his pale face as he called back, cheerfully.

"Good evening, Ben!"

Ben smiled. "You look rather happy this evening. I take it you've had a good weekend?"

Wilson knew he was grinning like a fool but he didn't mind it so much and rocked from his heels to his toes and back.

"I have had an amazing weekend, Ben. And yourself?"

"We've been entertaining our son this week -- he just left this morning. So aside from having to listen to Michael sing karaoke last night, and being a little sad at seeing Hunter off this morning, I'm doing pretty well."

Wilson's smile perhaps dimmed a hint but it was a hard thing to discern and gone so fast it might have just been a figment of the imagination.

"Well, it certainly sounds as if you've had an eventful weekend at least. But eventful in all the right ways. Karaoke? Where was this?"

"There's a new karaoke bar in town. Caritas, I think it's called." He winced a little. "Let's just say Michael's karaoke technique could stand some improvement. I actually got out and talked to people yesterday, too, which was a nice change from the recluse I tend to be. Writing is sometimes a lonely business." He looks at Wilson. "I take it things at the Clinic are pretty slow at the moment, or you wouldn't be out here."

Filing away the name of the place for later investigation Wilson chuckled and took a sip of his coffee.

"Actually, I'm on something of an enforced 'get your ass out of here' courtasy of my partner. Just for tonight, tomorrow it will be back to the regularly scheduled insanity but...actually yes, it's been a blessedly slow weekend."

Ben laughs. "I did that to Michael yesterday, actually. He spends too much time in the store and doesn't get out enough. I'm starting to think the Emporium is his security blanket. Not that it was much different in Pittsburgh -- his comic book store was frequently his universe, too."

Chuckling, Wilson gave a sheepish sort of shrug.

"I'm afraid I can relate with that sentiment. Work is a bit of a security blanket for me."

His head came back up and he smiled. "But it's good to get out, I find it's really helped me meet new people and...get to start calling this rather unique place we live, home."

Ben nods. "Yeah, home." He looks thoughtful, as if his mind's a million miles away. "Home is where the heart is, as they say. My heart's definitely here, now." He shakes his head, bringing him back to the here and now. "We've had a dinner party or two at our place, just small gatherings of locals. We'll be sure to invite you and your friend next time we throw one. Get you mingling with a few more people."

((ooc: Like House would go, but hey, Ben doesn't know that.))

Immediately, Wilson had to wonder about House's willingness to be social but decided that in the end, he couldn't hurt to ask. Smiling, warmly he nodded.

"I'd enjoy that, Ben." Silently echoing Ben's words in his own head, knowing without a doubt that as long as House was here, Wilson's heart was here...in the middle of the insanity.

[ooc: Wilson has a little whip for just such occasions, but House!Mun's availbility sometimes bites the best laid intentions in the butt.]

"Speaking of my other half, I should probably head home before he starts getting worried. He won't admit that curfew and all that has made him a little paranoid, but it has. Can't say that I really blame him." Ben takes a deep breath of the cool air and lets it out slowly. "It was good running into you again. I'll make sure to let you know when we decide to do the dinner party thing."

((ooc: Riding crops work well. Not that Ben would know. Not at all.))

Curfew...urk, Wilson did seem to keep forgetting those minor important things and a blush touched his cheeks as he had to chuckle at himself.

"Curfew...thank you for reminding me and thank you for the potential invitation, Ben. I'd really enjoy getting to catch up with you two. Have a wonderful evening."

[ooc: The riding crop isn't the kink...it's the spurs!]

"You too, James." Nodding a goodbye, Ben walks back toward the Emporium.

((ooc: Well, Ben does have to worry about drawing blood, so...have to be careful enough with just the crop.))

[ooc: *g* Good point.]

((ooc: You just want the invitation so the boys can discuss technique. :P))

[ooc: Hey! And the free food of course ;)]

((ooc: Freeloader! ;) You better be bringing some good wine then.))

[ooc: I think that can be arranged. For now...sleepy time. Goodnight!]

((ooc: Night!))

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