Amelia Pond (whosscared) wrote in valarlogs, @ 2013-06-20 23:30:00 |
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Entry tags: | !complete, amy pond, james wilson |
I know I shouldn’t have, but who doesn’t like a good, Sonoma Valley dessert wine?
Who: Amy Pond and James Wilson
When: After these text messages
Where: Irvine General
What: Coffee Date!
Rating/Warnings: Low/None
Status: Complete
Amy was silly. She’d been a bit silly. She went out and bought a bottle of wine for Dr. Wilson and Mr. Weasley, to thank them for their help in her hour of need. She’d second-guessed herself, and very nearly left it in the car when she pulled up to the hospital's parking lot and parked. Then she third guessed, and grabbed the bottle on her way out of the car.
She headed up to the fourth floor, and asked the first nurse she saw where Dr. Wilson's office was. With pink cheeks and a grin the nurse pointed the way, and Amy wandered down the hall. She knocked on the door and waited to be admitted.
Wilson had just been reading the paper, letting himself have a good little lunch break. He’d made himself some penne with pesto and chicken last night, and it sat warm on his desk as he got up to open the door.
Smiling when he saw a pretty red-haired girl, he motioned for her to come in. “You must be Miss Pond! It’s good to finally meet you in person.”
Amy broke into a smile at the sight of Dr. James Wilson. He looked a lot like his photograph on the hospital’s website. She’d gone there looking around, snooping, and found a picture of John, so she had to click about a bit. She wasn’t a stalker. Really. Anyway.
“Thank you! It’s nice to meet you, too.” She stepped into his office and looked around a bit, then turned to face him and held out the bottle. “I know I shouldn’t have, but who doesn’t like a good, Sonoma Valley dessert wine? It’s a thank-you for you and Mr. Weasley. I really owe you guys.”
“Percy will love it,” Wilson grinned. He took the bottle and examined the label, grinning. “Percy’s a fan of sweeter wines, so this will be a hit.” He squeezed her shoulder. “How’re things working out, anyway?”
“It’s going to take a while, but at least everything hasn’t gotten angry. My ex knows it’s over, and we’re working through the end.” Amy said, giving a little nod and a somewhat tired smile. “Other things in my life are great, though. I’ve got a new agent, doing commercials, it’s been great. I’m thinking about acting.”
“I’m sure you’ll be phenomenal. I’d bet cameras love you.” Wilson smiled lopsidedly, sympathetically. “And it probably gives you something else to focus on instead of the parts that hurt.”
"Right." Amy was a little guilty that it didn't hurt more. She felt like she was supposed to be more miserable than she was. "Making new friends out of the deal helps, too."
“Anything to keep yourself busy. That’s how I was with my last divorce,” he murmured. He didn’t like thinking about them too much, though.
"Definitely. The move helped. Looking at homes with John, my new agent and new work, and I've been keeping busy spending time with friends." She gave him a warm smile. "Did you want to get that coffee? Or... I hope I'm not interrupting your lunch."
“Oh, it’s okay, it’s pretty much catch as catch can at lunchtime around here. Let’s go get you some coffee.” Wilson smiled at her mentioning of John. “John’s a great guy. The nurses around here keep trying to get him matched up and paired off.”
Amy flushed. "Really?" She asked. "Well, that's a noble goal, I suppose." She was trying not to sound jealous or preemptively disappointed, though both of those feelings had bubbled up within her. "He's one of the best men I know. He deserves someone amazing."
“I get the feeling he’s hung up on somebody, though. Not that he’d tell me about it.” Wilson laughed. “Nurses tend to eavesdrop when I talk. Watch, they’ll say we’re married by the time we get back from coffee.”
"Eh, let 'em talk." The blush deepened, and Amy tried not to look or sound as curious as she felt. But she was, and it was obvious. Especially because she went straight back to that subject. "So, when you say he's hung up on somebody... you mean he fancies someone? Currently?"
“I think so. He won’t tell me much about her, though. Whenever I pry, he changes the subject. It’s nobody that works here, though. Says she’s a redhead I wouldn’t know.” Wilson patted his pants to make sure he had his wallet on him.
Amy's cheeks just about matched her crimson locks. She turned toward the door, unable to stop a hopeful smile from sneaking onto her features. She wasn’t doing a very good job of hiding all this up, mind. “Does he.” She said, her voice in something of a sing-song. Thank goodness she was at a hospital. If her heart started to thunder any more forcefully she might need drugs to calm it down.
Wilson was a fantastic actor; he’d really missed his calling. “Yeah, well, I keep telling him to ask her out, but I think he’s just shy.” Hands in his pockets, Wilson walked with her toward the Starbucks on the corner.
Amy nodded a little. “You should encourage him more.” Being in the fresh air was helping a little with the blush on her cheeks. She pulled her sunglasses down out of her hair and slipped them over her eyes, and that helped a lot, too. “I mean, if I was a girl, I’d be crazy not to dig John.”
“You’re not a girl?” Wilson blinked. “You had me fooled.” He smiled and shook his head. “I suppose she could always ask him out for a date too. I doubt he’d say no. He’s over the moon about this girl. She’s funny this, she’s gorgeous that, great legs here, lovely eyes there - “ Wilson shook his head. “If I weren’t taken, I’d steal her away for myself.”
Amy beamed, thanking her almighty stars that her cheeks were returning to their normal color. She playfully bumped her shoulder into his when he said she had him fooled. It was a ‘hey, you got the joke’ kind of thing. Kinda lame, but there you have it.
And then he was complimenting her, and the blush was returning. “He talks about m--her that way?” Because now Amy was convinced. Wilson was a smart man. This wasn’t just a conversation about some random girl that John Watson had a crush on. She could put two and two together.
Wilson smiled and nodded. “He’s just worried it’s too soon. Let him know how you feel,” Wilson said encouragingly. He squeezed her shoulder before opening the door to the Starbucks for her.
Amy took a deep breath as she stepped through the doorway, thinking about what he’d just said. “...what if it is too soon?” She asked, lowering her voice a little. There weren’t many people in the shop, but she wasn’t all that keen on being overheard.
“Are you asking if it’s too soon for you or for him?” Wilson blinked.
“No.” Amy said, shaking her head. Another deep breath. “What if it’s too soon for me?” She was finally voicing a concern she’d had for a while. In her heart she knew that she’d moved on. But the outside world? What about that? Was it disrespectful? Should she give it more of a mourning period, even though she didn’t really feel like she was in mourning?
“Only you’re the judge of that.” Wilson ran his fingers through his hair. “I was dating the day I separated from my second wife. Some relationships end before the ink is dry. Nobody knows when except the people inside of it.”
The idea that Wilson was dating the day he separated from his wife was reassuring. It was quite a relief, actually, though there was still guilt. “He’s not going to think any less of me for moving on so quickly, is he?”
“If he does, he’s an ass, and I’ll tell him so. Like I said, only you know when you’re ready to start doing that again. If you are, then he should just count himself lucky that you want him. That’s really all there is to it.” He smiled sadly. “If you’re like me, you probably let things linger a little bit too long in the marriage until it got to the point where you couldn’t wait to leave. People forget that marriages can die while people are still in them.”
“God, where were you a few weeks ago when I needed this conversation?” Amy asked, shaking her head and grinning softly. Now she knew why John was fond of his friend. Dr. James Wilson was a wonderful man, and she owed him more than she could say. “Your words of wisdom would have saved me a lot of heartbreak, I think.”
He smiled, motioning for her to order. “If you ever need someone to talk to about this stuff, I’m always around. I’ve done it more than I’d like.” He smiled a bit thinly, but that was just because he didn’t want her to think less of him because he’d married the wrong people.
Amy would never think less of him for it. She’d done it, too. She wasn’t going to pry, though. Later on in their friendship she might ask, and it’s something they could likely commisurate upon. But for now she was ordering her tall, skinny vanilla latte and waited for him to order, then fought her way in with her Starbucks card to pay for both drinks.
Wilson ordered himself a tall Americano, thanking Amy once she’d strongarmed her way in to pay. “I’m getting next time, young lady.”
Amy laughed. “All right. It’s a date.” She nodded, then moved over to wait for their drinks at the little counter where the baristas pass them over. “Oh, shouldn’t say that too loud, should I? Unless you want the nurses to gossip?”
“It’s fine, they’ll do it anyway.” Wilson grinned, standing next to her. He was glad he’d made another friend - and hopefully helped out his friend Watson to boot.