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The Park - Friday

Packing Phale off to deal with his ~~juvenile deliquents~~ students, Wilson had puttered around the apartment, finishing up the last bit of decorating before deciding to get outside for a bit. Bundling up he swung by the Perk for a coffee and a scone, then headed down to the park.

Feet carried him on automatic pilot down to the bench and he settled himself comfortably in the middle, looking out across the duck pond with a content sigh. The only thing that could make the day more perfect, would be some snow.

[ooc: Feel free to poke at the bench ~~stealing~~ sitting doctor or use for your own wacky park needs!]

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He'd brought along a notepad with a list of gifts that he was going over and finalizing for wrapping and later distribution. He'd also packed up a crossword puzzle, as it was good to take time out and work a crossword from time to time.

Wilson was perfectly distractable.

After class, Marie decided to take advantage of the unseasonably nice weather and take a walk. She had a lot of things to think about and she knew that she'd be spending a lot of time this weekend preparing for finals, so she figured a walk to clear her head was perfectly acceptable.

She spotted Dr. Wilson as she made her way through the park and went over to say hello, unsure if he had heard anything about her being gone.

"Hi," she said quietly, not wanting to disturb whatever he was working.

Oh yes, he had heard both about her being gone and also about her friends going to find her.

Wilson's head came up quickly when he heard Marie's voice and a warm smile danced across his features.

"Marie!"

Taking his reaction to mean that he had known she was gone, Marie gave him a shy smile in return. "Hi, Dr. Wilson. How've you been?"

He could be easy to read like that at times.

Shifting on the bench, Wilson gave it a small pat to invite her to join him if she wished.

"I've been doing well, gearing up for the end of the school year and the holidays. How are you doing? When did you get back?"

Marie sat down and sighed. "I'm doing okay," she said. "I have a lot of catching up to do for finals next week, but Principal Washburn let me re-enroll, so that's a plus. We got back late Wednesday night and I talked to her yesterday."

The other part of what Wilson said caught up with her. "I haven't even thought about holiday shopping. I need to get on that."

Leaning his arm back against the back of the bench, Wilson focused on Marie, smiling when he heard that she had been allowed to re-enroll.

"Marie, that's wonderful news, I mean...about the re-enrolling." He frowned then, his expression becoming pensive.

"I don't mean to pry but...would you be able to tell me what happened? Did something go wrong with the file I worked up for you?"

He could make assumptions, given what little he knew but Wilson felt it more pertinent to ask Marie directly and let her give him the details, if she wouldn't mind talking.

"No, no," Marie assured him quickly. "The file was wonderful and worked perfectly. It was my own fault. I was in my room packing on the Sunday after Thanksgiving and I didn't have my gloves on. My mom's hand brushed mine and... well... " she shrugged and gave a wry smile. "I was only an hour or so away from pulling it off."

"What happened?" He asked softly. "When they found out?"

Obviously, nothing good but again, Wilson didn't want to make any assumptions.

Marie sighed. "They started dragging me to a bunch of doctors to try to 'fix' me," she said. "I wasn't allowed to talk to anyone because they didn't want my 'condition' getting out and embarassing them. I ended up absorbing a little bit from two of the doctors I saw."

She bit her lip and fidgeted for a moment. "On Sunday, they had company and I had to hide in my room. I managed to take advantage of their distraction and sneak out and get to the train station."

Wilson frowned but it was obvious that his displeasure was with the two people who would do such a thing and force their child into such a desperate act as to run away. At the same time, he couldn't tell Marie that she'd be better off without them because you just didn't say such things to people even if you were hopelessly baffled by the actions or two people you had never met.

"You don't worry that they're going to check here first, Marie?" He asked softly. "Did you...leave them a note?"

Because if it was his daughter who was suddenly just missing...Wilson knew he'd be burrowing under any and all rocks with not a single one left unturned.

"They blamed the school for my 'condition'," Marie said. "And I didn't bother leaving a note. They aren't going to look for me. They'll be glad that they don't have to deal with me anymore." Her tone was more sad than bitter.

She took a deep breath and exhaled slowly. "Principal Washburn removed them from my records."

Something else that Principal Washburn had said flitted through her mind and she bit her lip as she looked up at Dr. Wilson.

Thinking back to the kerfuffle with Raynor over Parent's Weekend, Wilson could only nod with a hint of relief that Washburn was so understanding and had taken care of the record keeping immediately.

"Marie, I'm so sorry it had to work out like this." He said with genuine regret. "I think, your parents are being very foolish in their decision and I wish it could be otherwise for you three."

"Me, too," Marie said. "But if they can't accept me for who I am, I'm better off on my own. I have friends here that love me and risked their lives for me."

Normally, Wilson would have reached over for a reassuring pat on the shoulder or a squeeze to Marie's hand but he respectfully kept his hands to himself and instead smiled warmly.

"You do at that and they'll support you through this, Marie and maybe after a little bit of time has passed..." He didn't want to see her close the door entirely on her parents but he also knew that right this minute was not the time to be painting a picture of a sunshine and roses reunion.

"So, you are back...back in classes just in time for finals and we'll just look forward at all the possibilities, right?"

Marie looked up and managed a small smile. "Right. I'm going to spend Christmas with Jamie in New York. The only thing I need to worry about is finding someone to be my guardian on record. Principal Washburn thought that would be a good idea."

There may have been a speculative glance cast in Wilson's direction.

Every so often the clue bus could drive by Wilson's stop without slowing down.

Smiling, he nodded in agreement with Washburn's assessment of the situation.

"I think that's an excellent idea Marie. That way you get a say in who will looking out for your best interests until you're of a legal age."

"And I can pick someone that I trust," Marie said, still casting speculative glances at Dr. Wilson. He'd always been nice to her and he helped her out when she asked. And she knew he wasn't bothered by the mutant thing. She just wasn't quite sure how to actually ask.

"Definitely." Wilson said. "And be sure it's someone you'll be comfortable with for the next few years."

Leaning his cheek against his folded knuckles, Wilson smiled and asked.

"Do you have any idea who you might want? Is there a family member who could help you or someone here at the school?"

"Definitely no one in my family," Marie said. "But maybe someone here."

She hesitated, twirling her finger around one of her white streaks. "Um... do you think you'll be around for the next few years?" she asked awkwardly.

Wait for it.

Wait for it.

Clue by four at twelve 'o clock!

Wilson blinked, then he blinked again. His mouth opened, shut then opened and then shut then he gave another curious little blink and a small smile started to grow on his lips.

"Well...now that you mention it, I rather imagine I will be."

Marie watched all the blinking and mouth opening and closing, looking for some clue of her own about his reaction.

When the smile appeared, she returned it with a nervous one of her own.

"I trust you," she said. "You've helped me a lot. I understand it's kind of a huge thing to ask, but..." she trailed off, unable to find the right words.

Wilson slowly ran his fingers across his mouth in an openly shocked and pensive manner.

"It is..." He agreed, then quickly smiled. "It's also very...I mean...flattering, Marie. But, are you sure?"

Dark eyes looked at her with worried curiosity. "I mean, it would be a big committment, on both our parts."

"I know," Marie said, nodding a little. "I can't think of anyone else I'd really trust, to be honest. But you don't have to give me answer right now. Maybe we should both take some time to think about it."

Looking back out across the duck pond, Wilson gave a slight nod then turned back to Marie with a warm smile.

"I think that's a good idea. Let me read up a little on what being a legal guardian entails and then we can sit down and talk about what you want and need from me for the next couple of years."

He sounded...like he was being cautious but he also sounded, rather...pleased and excited about the idea as well. Obviously he was not asking for time in order to come up with a way to say no.

Just the opposite in fact, he wanted to make sure they were both in the best position possible to say yes!

Marie smiled back. "I'll do some reading, too, and figure out the answers to those questions," she said.

"Say we meet back here on Sunday?" He asked with a grin and a twinkle in his dark eyes.

Marie nodded. "Sounds like a good plan to me."

Wilson stretched out his hand towards Marie.

"Till Sunday then, I'll be here in the morning."

Smiling, Marie shook his hand firmly. "See you Sunday."

Someone might notice a pair of legs sitting on a bench near the duck pond. They looked quite comfortable there. Like a great weight has been lifted off them.

Billy had found nothing from the beach on, but lo and behold, here were a pair of legs without a home. Poor legs. Actually they looked kinda comfy. He almost hated to disturb them.

Almost. He took hold of the belt at the hip and led the legs towards Venture industries.

The legs followed reluctantly. They knew that they had to go back. What good were legs if you didn't have arms to put pants on them?

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