fandomtownies | The Park, Wednesday

Blair headed towards town to see if someone could do something about his hair when he noticed a very familiar dog in the park.

"Cash?"

Cash recognizes Blair and greets him with a happy bark, abandoning the ball to race toward Blair instead.

Grinning, Geoff raises a hand at the young man. "I'm guessing you two are acquainted?"

Blair knelt down to properly greet Cash with hugs and skritches. "Hey there, man, what are you doing around here, huh?"

He looked up and smiled. "Yeah, I hung out with him at the clinic a few times. Oh!" He looked around excitedly. "Is Dr. House here?"

The grin fades a little and Geoff shakes his head. "No, afraid not. He couldn't take Cash with him -- he left on his bike. I'm supposed to try and make sure they're reunited, hopefully in a couple of days."

Cash squirms excitedly and tries to lick Blair's face.

Blair laughed as Cash gave him puppy kisses. "Okay, boy, it's good to see you too! Go get your ball, okay? Go get it!"

He turned back to Geoff. "That's too bad for Dr. House, he loves Cash. So how is Dr. House going to get him? Is he coming back here? Or are you going to take Cash to him?"

The dog chases off after the ball, bringing it back and dropping it expectantly in front of Blair.

"I'm supposed to deliver him. It was hard for Greg to leave him behind, but I promised I'd look after him for a while."

"Good boy!" Blair tossed the ball out again, grinning at Cash.

He looked up at Geoff for a minute. "That was nice of you, man. I'm glad Dr. House has good friends like you."

"Thanks." Geoff smiles ruefully and holds out his hand. "I'm guessing you're a student, right? Geoff Chaucer. I teach-- I used to teach the literature classes."

Cash bolts out into the park toward the ball, getting distracted for a moment by the ducks before he remembers what he was doing and trots back with his prize.

"Blair Sandburg, freshman." Blair shook his hand happily. "Used to teach? What's up with that?"

He patted Cash and then tossed the ball back across the park.

She's had quite enough of sitting in her new place moping, so the park seems like a good place to go. Not that she's looking to check up on anyone. Nope.

Smiling when she sees him off in the distance, she takes long strides to reach him quickly and throws her arms around him from behind.

"Mon poet...I truly am a bad influence, arent I? Filled you with wanderlust after just one ride?"

"I've always had the wanderlust, milady. I just found too many reasons here to succumb to it." He tilts his head back and grins. "What brings you out here?"

Cash looks up from where he'd been lying next to Geoff's feet watching people, and wags his tail at CJ.

"Stretching my legs. Checking up on...things."

Kissing him lightly on the forehead, she lets go and steps around to sit beside him.

"Nice dog. So..."

It hangs in the air, words she is getting so tired of saying, nd she leans against him.

"Tomorrow." Get the answer out of the way, so it isn't hanging uncomfortably between them, and move on.

Geoff puts his arm around CJ's shoulders. "It's Greg House's dog. Cash. Greg left him here with me for a while. I'm supposed to try and return him, but I don't know if it's going to work out. I'm...I have a strong feeling it's not."

"So he's your dog now, huh? I mean, if you can't get him back to Greg..."

Snuggling into his embrace, she rests her head on him.

"I'll miss you, you know."

"No, I..." He shakes his head. "Greg will miss him too much. I'll figure something out."

Sighing, Geoff leans his head against hers. "I'll miss you too." Then he chuckles and says, "Maybe I'll write something for you, and it'll turn up next week in some old bookshop somewhere. And you'll find and know it's for you."

"Do you have any idea how much money I'd make from an undiscovered work of Geoffrey Chaucer?"

She smirks and tips her chin up to look at him.

"Do you think I'll ever see you again?"

He frowns, and doesn't answer for a minute, because CJ is one of the few people Geoff doesn't try to snow. "I don't know. I'd like to think it's possible, but in reality, I can't see how it could be. Because as much as I talk about going to find Greg, and see the city where he's at now, I have a feeling in my gut that the minute I walk down that road out there and cross to the mainland, it won't be Virginia on the other side. And it won't be 2006."

Looking away, he closes his eyes.

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Tonks was wandering the park in an effort to enjoy the moderately warm weather, when she spotted Geoff. "Hullo," she said lightly, sitting beside him.

"Lady Tonks," Geoff says with a pleased sort of surprise. "It's good to see you. Did Paige get the poems you'd commissioned to you?"

She nods, blushing awkwardly about being called 'lady'. "Er, yeah," she manages, a rather interesting shade of pink, "Thanks."

"You're welcome. I hope they suited." He notices the blush and looks away over the park so she'll feel less embarrassed. Luckily, at that moment Cash decides to return from his exploration of some nearby bushes and bounds over to the bench, wagging his tail excitedly at Tonks.

Tonks moves almost immediately to pet the energetic dog, burrying her fingers in his warm fur. She flashes a grin at Geoff. "It's got to be fun to be a dog." She comments.

Geoff laughs and nods. "You know, I'll bet it is. Especially a dog with an owner. Because then there's no hunting or scrounging for food, and you get a good warm bed to sleep in at night."

He reaches down to scratch under Cash's chin. "Have you met Cash before? He's Greg House's dog."

"Can't say I've had the pleasure," she murmurs, hand still idly rubbing the dog's neck. "Lovely dog, though." She laughs suddenly, "Susie's eyes are the exact same color."

"Well then, milady, meet Cash. Cash, this is Lady Tonks. Kindly don't slobber on her."

Cash gives a soft woof at the sound of his name and wags his tail again. Laughing, Geoff says, "I'm guessing that either means 'Pleased to meet you' or 'Throw the ball'."

He cocks his head at Tonks. "Is Susie your dog?"

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