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Monday Morning - Office Hours 9:30-11:30am

When Phale got pulled together to go teach his first class ever, Wilson also got up and went in to the school with him. Leaving Phale with a kiss and an assurance that he was going to be brilliant, Wilson headed on down the hallway to his own office.

Wilson also had a couch and a couple of comfortable armchairs set up in his office, along with a nice rug, leather desk chair and of course, a desk! Most importantly, he had the beloved coffee machine which in short order was pumping out the delicious scent of Jamaican Blue Mountain freshly ground and now perking.

Settling down behind his desk, he still had work to do on his lesson plans for the week and so set to it, he grinned as he took note of a familiar looking thermos sitting there as if it had always been there. Picking it up, he gave it a loving kiss, then set it down to enjoy in a bit. For now the door stood open for anyone who might need or want to wander by; one warning, the coffee mugs were not unlimited.

[ooc: Door is open and post is open for any and all, particularly TAs who might like to talk before the first classes! :)]

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Mmmm... more coffee.

Aziraphale finished up his own office hours at 11:00, but instead of leaving the school he headed down the hall to Wilson's office. Tapping on the door to alert the young doctor to his presence, he smiled as he stepped inside, a plate balanced in one hand and a teacup in the other.

"I have some leftover biscuits, James love. Would you like some?"

Wilson looked up from where he was putting the finishing touches on his first class and smiled brightly when he saw Aziraphale in the doorway.

"Hey there. How'd it go?" He got right to the important question while waving Phale on into the room and making grabby hands for cookies!

Setting the plate on Wilson's desk, Aziraphale chuckled softly at his eagerness and leaned across to brush a light kiss to the other man's lips, then took a seat in the nearest chair.

"I think it went well," he replied hesitantly, shaking his head at some of the questions he'd been asked. "They're going to keep me on my toes though, I can tell already." After a sip at his tea, he asked, "How have your first morning of office hours been?"

"Quiet for the most part. Blair Sandburg stopped by after your class and he is always a joy to talk to for a bit. I always feel the urge to bounce or something after talking to him. He was returning the tupperware." Wilson nodded to the containers Blair had sent back.

He returned the light kiss and made a beeline for the remaining gingersnaps, talking from around a mouthful of cookie.

"Better they keep you on your toes then sit there like lumps I always say. At least this way you know they're paying attention to the material, even if it's just to argue or rail against it."

"Did he? I'm rather looking forward to Blair's presence in my class. He's always a joy to have around. Although I must admit that I rather like all of my students."

He smiled at Wilson's cookie snarfing, and reached over to brush a crumb from the man's tie.

"It isn't so much arguing, it's that they're full of really very advanced questions. I'm certainly not going to be able to just assign them some reading and do my crosswords."

Laughing, Wilson flicked a crumb at the immaculate angel and shook his head.

"I'm fairly certain that being a teacher is never supposed to be assign reading and do crosswords. Don't worry, lover you and I can still have Sunday mornings to sit and work crosswords, I promise."

Aziraphale smiled back. "You know I would never really do that, love. And actually I'm pleased they're so interested in the subject."

He peered at the papers on Wilson's desk. "How are your preparations for tomorrow coming?"

"Okay I think." Wilson said looking down at the paperwork with a gentle frown. "I've never taught at the highschool level so I hope I haven't made the material too dry or uninteresting. Let's face it, sarcoma tumors are just never going to be interesting no matter what you do, so why try?"

"Well...I suspect your best course of action would be perhaps not to talk about sarcoma tumors," Aziraphale teased gently. "James love, you'll do fine. You're a wonderful speaker."

He nudged at the young doctor's foot with his own. "No spending the day fretting. Why don't I take you lunch once your office hours are finished?"

Wilson brightened, noticiably at the suggestion for lunch, then remembered he had some books he needed to investigate for a paper he was writing outside his courses and his face fell.

"I've got to hit the library after my office hours, lover mine. How about you take me out to dinner?" Wilson suggested, perking back up. "Maybe the Cafe Fina if it's still open? I bet they could make you sushi?"

That seemed like a reasonable compromise, particularly when there was the possibility of sushi involved.

"Dinner it is then, love. Promise me you won't spend the entire afternoon working?"

Because Aziraphale knew Wilson. The young doctor was likely to forget dinner altogether if he got absorbed in what he was working on.

Standing up, Wilson kissed Phale full on the lips.

"I promise not to be late for your sushi and if Cafe Fina isn't open, we'll get the makings and I'll hand roll you."

He paused, letting the teasing words hang between them, then winked.

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Parker's checking out classrooms before she heads to Interstellar Relations in a couple hours, and happens to notice a familiar face. "Ha. It *wasn't* a coincidence. It is you."

Hearing Parker's familiar voice, Wilson looked up from where he was working on his laptop and smiled warmly.

"Parker! Nope, not a coincidence, it is me. How are you doing?"

Sitting back, he waved her in, if she had a moment.

Parker meandered in, wandering around his office, checking out the couch, the books, the accoutrements, rather like a cat let in to do a critique on the ambiance. "I'm fine. What are you doing back? I thought you were happily going off into the sunset with Dr. House. And if he's here, he owes me a lollipop."

Watching Parker make herself at home, Wilson reached back and poured her a mug of coffee, setting it on the corner of the desk for when she made it that far in her circuit of the room.

"Err, not quite. Actually I left Fandom with Aziraphale. We've been gone about a year and a half, our time but I recently spent some time with Dr. House. He got shot and was attempting an experimental treatment to help his pain. As for why I'm back, it seems to be at the whim of the same office that reassigned Aziraphale in the first part, only time time...back as a teacher."

Parker stopped in her tracks, head cocked, blinking at him, then wandered over to accept the coffee. "Okay, *that's* not what I was expecting. Is he okay?" You might interpret that tone as concern. "And welcome back, and Mr. Azriphale's back too? Cool."

Sitting back, after a couple of gentle keystrokes to save the work he'd been doing, Wilson picked up his own mug of tea and smiled ruefully.

"He finally pissed off the wrong patient. Guy just walked right into his office at the hospital and shot him, in front of his fellows. It was a bit touchy there for awhile and the experimental treatment put him in a coma for longer than I would have liked but...hopefully it will give him the result he is seeking."

Something in Wilson's tone said that he didn't expect this to be the case but was willing to hold on to hope for House's sake.

"And yes, Aziraphale is back as well. We're both teaching this semester."

Parker perched herself on the edge of his desk, and wrapped her fingers around the cup of coffee. "He *is* going to be okay though, right?" She took a sip. "And would he want a strip-o-gram, or a singing and tap-dancing cowboy, do you think?" She grinned a little, and asked, "So what are you two teaching? I thought I saw something about humor and medicine with your name on it, but you know me. I buzzed by the other course selections because they weren't what I wanted."

"Strip-o-gram, definitely." Wilson said without even hesitating. This was Parker after all and she knew House.

Frowning, Wilson wrinkled his nose thoughtfully then took a sip of his tea.

"He'll live, he was waking up when I was...errr...snatched. But I think he's set himself up for another disappointment. He's going to want it to work so badly but I don't see where it can, not as a long term solution and at the end of the day, it only address his physical symptoms, it doesn't truly 'fix' anything, which is his learning to come to terms with what happened to him."

Maybe more of an answer than she expected but... again... this was Parker and she had known House for most of the school year.

"You are correct! I'm teaching a class for humor as the best medicine and then one on the philosophy of values when using a medical to magical gifts. Or how not to start playing God when you might think you have the power to do so. Aziraphale is teaching Prophecies, which seems to have garnered a lot of attention."

Parker was quiet, sipping her coffee, thinking about that. Hoping that Dr. Wilson was wrong, and House would get his full recovery. "Things happen. Maybe he'll get lucky."

"Hmmm. Sounds interesting. If I weren't full up, I might have taken it." She grinned. "I might crash anyway, if they don't conflict with my other classes. Or happen in the morning." She rolled her eyes. "And duuhhh. Enough people here have destinies or weird fates or other overarching strangeness, of *course* they're looking for the Exit. That should be fun class for him."

If he could read minds, Wilson would have hoped as well but he was too far gone into the mindset of an oncologist where false hope given by desperate actions often lead to devesating crashes when they just didn't work and the patient still died.

Anyway...

"Do you mean the prophecies course? Well, I believe at least one student is already auditing it but probably not a good idea to take an audit if you're already carrying a full course load. Plus, it is in the morning, first thing on Mondays. That's the bad news. The good news is both Aziraphale and I bribe the students with home made food stuffs. I'm making chocolate hazelnut brownies with milk chocolate frosting and truffle brownies for my humor class tomorrow afternoon."

"Well, I'd like to crash yours just to be amused," Parker said with a grin, "But now? Oooo! Gosh, I think I'm feeling the need to learn about medical humor tomorrow, at least long enough to get truffle brownies." She kicked one leg and looked mischevious. "Sometime before my Music class starts, anyway."

"We might just be amusing." Wilson said with a grin, then he chuckled. "And there will be plenty of brownies so feel free to slip by and grab a couple if you wish. You absolutely do not have my permission." He said with a wink, knowing that Parker would enjoy the thrill of the hunt, rather than just having it handed to her.

The root of legendary red lollipop wars with House last year.

"I'm thinking about bagels, cream cheese, lox and perhaps some home made pastries for the Values course, since it's closer to breakfast time on Thursdays."