“You’re not going to be any help, I see.”
“I don’t have to be nice in this line of work. Now tell me who’s in charge here.”
Ah. Well, see that’s complicated. Since there is no one in charge here. And all.
“If it isn’t you, point me in the direction of who it is or get out of my way.”
Oh, you’re not very nice, are you?
“Hello. I’m Cassidy Dane, FBI. Who is in charge of this establishment?”
Well, it isn’t me if that’s what you’re asking!
Sorry for disappearing … again. Life has been hectic, especially this past week. My mom had surgery and I had/have finals this past week and next.
Would anyone want to para/chat? Does anyone want to continue paras if we have them going? I’m pretty much done with the semester so I can truly devote more attention to this now.
I’d like to para :)
Wilson loved Christmas. It was his favorite holiday out of them all. Every year he would wait in anticipation for months before it actually became December. He sat in the lobby and read the note that some anonymous individual had posted about ‘secret santas’. It had been so long since he’d been able to celebrate anything.
He saw his name next to someone named Elijah Church. The name sounded familiar but he couldn’t place it. Maybe Amy had said something about him before.
He rushed quickly to his room to find something he could give to the other man. Not knowing what he liked or not made it complicated. There wasn’t much to give. All he had was what was left of his science equipment.
He cobbled together a quick substance. It was meant to aid sleep. Wilson hadn’t tested it yet but he was sure it worked without any consequence.
Once he was finished and held the vial in his hands he rushed to bring it upstairs to Elijah. He wondered what kind of present he was going to get. It made him giddy just to think about it.
He knocked on the door three times.
“Merry Christmas, Mr. Church! I’ve brought you a gift.”
Amy’s mouth was hanging open as Wilson finished speaking. For the longest time she’d had such a crush on the Professor, but never really thought he had time for her. Rather she even though he was married to his work. But this was something unexpected, he was actually inviting her to be a part of his life. His girlfriend. It had been such a long time since she’d been in a relationship, she couldn’t even remember what it was like, but she knew that she wanted it. Especially with her Professor.
“Yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she exclaimed, jumping up to give him another hug and a kiss. She locked her lips with his and gripped the back of his tweed jacket with her fingers, digging her long, painted fingernails in and not wanting to let go. She wondered why his lips were so cold, why he was always so cold all the time, but the thought left her mind as quickly as it came. She ended the kiss and took him by the hand. “Of course I’ll be your girlfriend, Professor. You are… an amazing man. I don’t want to be without you. But you have to promise me that you’ll be around more often. I understand you’ve got your experiments but now you’ve got me too.” She smiled warmly and stood on her tiptoes to kiss his cheek.
Wilson could hardly believe his ears. He started bouncing up and down and fell into a hug with Amy. He finally had someone. After years of being without a relationship because he was too busy. It felt like bliss.
“Oh Amy,” he said, smiling.
He loved her with all his heart and this was the happiest day of his entire life.
When she asked the question, he looked at her with pause. He had a lot of work today but he thought he could balance the responsibilities. Having a girlfriend and being married to science. It was almost like having a mistress.
“Of course I’ll be around more, you can even help with science if you want to,” Wilson told her. “I would love to spend the time with you.”
He blushed at the kiss on the cheek.
Amy found the note on her door from Wilson, asking her to come down to the garden. She giggled as she read it, giddy as a schoolgirl. She missed him lots when he disappeared to work on his scientific experiments. But every time they met it was like magic. There was just something about him that made her so happy. He could be silly, he could be over the top in his arrogance or he could be nice and sweet and down to earth. Well, maybe not exactly down to earth, Wilson acted more alien than anyone she’d ever met before but still. He was so wonderful.
She hurried, jogging down to the garden, wearing her nice blouse and her high heels. Of course she took care that they weren’t too high because that would hinder her ability to get there quickly. She loved the walks that they took together through the garden, even though she was always concerned about the angel statues. Nothing seemed to want to attack her when Wilson was around though, he was like a guardian for her. On her way down she touched up her red lipstick, and made sure her orange-y hair looked just right.
When she finally arrived and saw him standing there, she could tell that something was up. It wasn’t the feeling like something was wrong, but it was that Wilson looked like he was just bursting to tell her something. “Professor!” she exclaimed excitedly. “It’s so good to see you again!” She practically leaped into his arms and gave him a big hug. “Now, what do you have to say to me?” she asked, pretending to be suspicious. “Is it a huge discovery? Did you finally learn how to travel back in time?” She giggled.
Wilson’s face felt hot. Seeing Amy in her beautiful clothing, all dressed up just to see him. He felt butterflies in his stomach.
“Amy!” he exclaimed.
He rushed to give her a hug and pulled her close to him. He was trying to work up enough courage to actually say what he was going to say to her. He stepped back from her and looked her over. She was so stunning.
“No, it’s not quite like that,” he said. “Amy I…”
He swallowed all the nervous tension in his throat.
“I was wondering…”
He twiddled his thumbs together.
It was so hard just to get it out.
“Wouldbemygirlfriend,” he finished rapidly.