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Who: John Watson, Elizabeth Weir
What: Meeting, gossiping
When: Mid december
Where: Irvine hospital
Rating: Low
Status: Complete




Elizabeth had tried Leonard’s office door but found it locked and the office empty. Sighing as she let go of the door handle, she pushed away, looking up the corridor to see a nurse’s station. Heading up to the desk, she didn’t see the man she stumbled into, bumping into him, but just managing to save the papers in his arms from going all over the floor. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t see you there!” she apologised.

“Oop!” The man in question was John Watson, and he did a little wiggle of a dance trying to keep his papers balanced and his clipboard on top of that from falling off his stack. “No, no!” He said, grinning bright and exceptionally British. That was a thing now. “No problem - it’s all understandable, I’m a short sort of man.” He was, barely over five and a half feet he could only imagine not being seen on occasion.

"No, I'm sorry, I was distracted by looking for someone," Elizabeth explained, holding her hands out as if to help catch his files should they fall. "Are you ok?"

Mostly he was managing though, hugging more firmly his stack of files. “Oh, yeah, yeah. Brilliant, no worries.” His grin was bright, reassuring. Very doctor-ly, really. “Who were you looking for? Maybe I can help.”

“I was looking for Doctor McCoy, I don’t suppose you’ve seen him about?” Elizabeth asked, relaxing a little as he seemed to be much more stable with the files in his arms.

Aah, she was looking for the resident grump doctor. Watson smiled, half crooked and slightly thoughtful. “I saw him earlier in the coffee lounge, but I doubt he’s still there. If he wasn’t in his office, it’s likely he’s in surgery.” He paused. “Are you a patient?”

“Well I was,” Elizabeth smiled as she thought back. “But now I’m his girlfriend,” she told him, unable to keep the grin from her face as she felt her love and pride for him warm her heart. “Dr Elizabeth Weir,” she introduced herself with a smile.

“Ooh, goodness,” Watson couldn’t help but grin too, eyebrows raising up in a way that was just… well, him. “Are you, now? That’s brilliant. I’ve heard a bit about you.” Good thing she’d run into someone who could actually consider themselves friends with Dr. McCoy. “Dr. John Watson. It’s a pleasure to put a face to the name.”

“Nice to meet you Dr Watson,” Elizabeth smiled at the man, noting happily that his reaction seemed to be of pleasant surprise rather than anything else. “You’ve heard about me?” Elizabeth gave a little wince. “Oh dear, only good things I hope,” she joked, wrapping her hands together around her handbag strap. “You’re friends with Leonard then?”

“Friends enough to have let him know his name is complete rubbish,” John said with a cheeky smile. “Yeah, we’re mates, McCoy and I. He saves me coffee that isn’t burnt now and again.” Sometimes. “And nothing bad of you has ever come up, Dr. Weir, I promise that.”

"Ahh, so he's the Saviour of Burnt Coffee? I'll have to remember that," Elizabeth laughed. "And please call me Elizabeth, I only get my students to call me Doctor," she smiled at him. "So how long have you known each other then?"

"The occasional savior," Watson corrected, like it was a very important part of it - the operative word of occasional. "When he's feeling nice. Elizabeth it is, of course. Apologies." He seemed to want to call most people by their title of last name though, even his own girlfriend he often referred to by her last name of Pond. "I've known him for… oh. Nearly a year now, I suppose. Since I moved here." he paused. "If you like, I can search down his surgery schedule to see when he'll be free?"

"That would be wonderful, thank you," Elizabeth smiled, offering him a hand carrying the files. "I know how busy you all are, I keep trying to pin him down to sort out work schedules and holidays, it's proving difficult...on all counts," she remarked sadly. She desperately hoped they could come to an agreement to suit everyone, but she wasn't used to factoring in a child and the child's other parent in making holiday plans. She guessed it was something she'd have to get used to, she thought hopefully.

Letting her take some of the papers, John sneakily started poking through one of the computers in the reception area. It wasn’t as if he weren’t allowed, but it wasn’t something he often did. “You should get him to take vacation time for the Holidays. I’ve bet he’s got some. He works enough. Pressure him soon, though, else it’ll be too late.” He squinted at the computer screen. “Aah. He’s off… maybe a half hour from now. For a break, anyway.”

“Yeah, I really want to spend Christmas with him,” Elizabeth smiled happily. Truth was, she wanted to spend more time with him full stop, but Christmas could be a start. “Half an hour,” she shifted the papers into one arm’s hold before pushing back the sleeve from her watch and checking the time. “I suppose I could go grab some lunch then text him,” she planned out loud. “Thank you,” she smiled at him. “Can I help you take these papers anywhere, Doctor?”

"I'm sure he'd be happy to take the day off. Anyway, he's got his kid now too, yeah? So I'd be surprised he wasn't already considering it." He closed the tab on the computer and stood back up, leaning on the little counter of the reception area. "No. No need to help. I wasn't really going anywhere. Sometimes it's nice to mill about and avoid work."

“Well we’re also going to Geneva for a few days beforehand, but it’s complicated juggling his work, Joanna’s schooling, her mother and the conference,” Elizabeth explained. “Text messaging was simply not designed for this kind of intricate planning,” she joked. “If you’re sure, I don’t mind, after all I’ve got half an hour to kill,” she winced a little. “Bad choice of words, sorry,” she apologised, referring to the hospital surroundings.

John laughed at that, chewing his bottom lip so that he might not be looked at too oddly by everyone milling the halls. “I assure you, Elizabeth, the only thing we try killing in these halls is time. No worries at all.”

“I’ve unfortunately been in these halls enough in the past year to know how capable you and your fellow doctors are if you know what I mean,” Elizabeth told him.

Watson offered her a blank sort of expression, with eyebrows raised: it was sort of his default. “I don’t, actually.”

Elizabeth gave a little laugh at that. “I mean that unfortunately I have been in situations this year that put me in hospital, but that fortunately your staff are extremely skilled for someone who was in my position,” she smiled happily.

Oh. Well. That actually made more sense than what he’d been assuming. “RIght,” he said, cheerful, but not too cheerful because it was awkward when people told you they were in the hospital a lot. Unless they worked there, obviously. “Well then.”

“I’m sorry, I’ve kept you too long,” Elizabeth, popped the papers that had been in her arms on the counter in front of her. “Thank you for helping me out, I’ll let you get on with your rounds,” she smiled and patted the top of the pile. “It was lovely to meet you Dr Watson,” she held out her hand to shake his in parting.

"Nonsense, I like wasting time." he was sure he'd already said it, but he'd meant it too. Then again, he wasn't really on break so he probably should get back to it. Working, that was. He shook her hand, grinned wide and bright. "Say hi to Leo for me when you catch up with him, yes?"

“Leo?” Elizabeth eyes lit up at the mention of a new nickname for her lover. “Oh I’m definitely going to have to use that one on him,” she grinned. “I’ve never heard anyone refer to Leonard like that before,” she told him happily.

“I only now just made it up,” Watson admitted with a sly grin. “It makes him sound a bit of a dream boat though. I’m sure he’ll love it.”

Elizabeth chuckled at that. “I’ll give it a try and see how it fits, but for the record, he is incredibly dreamy without the nickname. I’m incredibly lucky,” she smiled at him, blissfully happy at the thought of Leonard. “But I’m sure I can get him to raise a smile at being called Leo, somehow,” she winked at him before smiling wickedly. “Thanks again Dr Watson, I hope to see you again,” she told him before making her way down the corridor and away to the cafeteria to wait for her ship to come in.