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randomplaces2007-04-26 05:01 pm
random_xtras) wrote in randomplaces2007-04-26 05:01 pm
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Supper time
Wilson shook his head as he came through the door and wound up in the hallway outside his bedroom. He didn't think he'd ever get used to passing from world to world that easily, but at least the Cantina made a little more sense to him than that Cafe did.
Still, talking to Peter Pan had been trippy.
He shook his head again, then walked over and tapped on Brenda's door, which stood half open as it nearly always did.
"Come in, James." The sound of typing slowed and ceased.
He stepped inside, his eyes meeting hers and seeing the usual expression of guarded friendship. It didn't bother him for the same reasons now. Once he'd wondered how any woman could have such a heart of ice. Now he wondered how any woman could be so rational so soon after losing her husband and then everything she knew. They'd made contact with her family now, but she'd made it clear that she intended to stay here.
"Your Salisbury steak and Yorkshire pudding, delivered fresh from the food machine!" He quirked a hopeful grin.
Brenda Wayne's mouth twitched at the corner as a slight smile came into her icy blue eyes. "Good. Come sit."
Wilson nodded, immune now to her habit of commanding instead of asking and thanking.
"Do you need a hand?" he asked as he settled into the little lion footed armchair that stood by her hospital bed.
"I think so." She shifted slightly, eyes searching his face as her brows drew together a bit in concern.
"I just woke up before I wound up at the Cantina," he said calmly, opening the food container and carefully scraping some of her gravy back into its place and away from his own corned beef sandwich.
"You're still not resting enough," she said shortly.
"Neither are you," he snarked back absently.
She frowned at him, but then bowed her head and asked a blessing on the meal before setting her notebook aside and laying back to look at him again. She knew how he felt, and part of her actually felt bad that she couldn't return the affections. But if nothing else Kyle's death was still too new.
The offering of a forkful of steak and pudding brought her thoughts back to the present and she took it and chewed thoughtfully as she wondered when she'd hear from Clara again and hoped that the girl wasn't worrying. It was over a month since she'd intended to come stay, but James' catching the flu from her and winding up in the hospital for two weeks had rather put the kibosh on that plan.
Wilson shook his head. Brooding again. He felt for the people who had once worked with her on the JLA and JSA.
Brenda managed to eat her whole meal, then lay back with a triumphant smirk and watched as James sat back to eat his sandwich. "House called while you were gone."
Wilson scowled. "Did you pick up?"
"No. But he was just checking up on you again. If you ever want proof he's got a heart it's there on the answering machine."
"I don't think that's workable blackmail material." He took another bite and chewed.
"You want to bet?"
"No." He chuckled, then watched as she settled back wearily. "Are you going to have a sleep?"
She nodded, head moving restlessly on the pillow as she chafed at her restrictions, but then stilling as she sighed.
"I'll be here," he said softly, knowing what she was thinking.
Brenda sighed and gave him a look of thanks, then closed her eyes and let sleep take her, knowing that he'd stand watch till she could do it herself again.
Still, talking to Peter Pan had been trippy.
He shook his head again, then walked over and tapped on Brenda's door, which stood half open as it nearly always did.
"Come in, James." The sound of typing slowed and ceased.
He stepped inside, his eyes meeting hers and seeing the usual expression of guarded friendship. It didn't bother him for the same reasons now. Once he'd wondered how any woman could have such a heart of ice. Now he wondered how any woman could be so rational so soon after losing her husband and then everything she knew. They'd made contact with her family now, but she'd made it clear that she intended to stay here.
"Your Salisbury steak and Yorkshire pudding, delivered fresh from the food machine!" He quirked a hopeful grin.
Brenda Wayne's mouth twitched at the corner as a slight smile came into her icy blue eyes. "Good. Come sit."
Wilson nodded, immune now to her habit of commanding instead of asking and thanking.
"Do you need a hand?" he asked as he settled into the little lion footed armchair that stood by her hospital bed.
"I think so." She shifted slightly, eyes searching his face as her brows drew together a bit in concern.
"I just woke up before I wound up at the Cantina," he said calmly, opening the food container and carefully scraping some of her gravy back into its place and away from his own corned beef sandwich.
"You're still not resting enough," she said shortly.
"Neither are you," he snarked back absently.
She frowned at him, but then bowed her head and asked a blessing on the meal before setting her notebook aside and laying back to look at him again. She knew how he felt, and part of her actually felt bad that she couldn't return the affections. But if nothing else Kyle's death was still too new.
The offering of a forkful of steak and pudding brought her thoughts back to the present and she took it and chewed thoughtfully as she wondered when she'd hear from Clara again and hoped that the girl wasn't worrying. It was over a month since she'd intended to come stay, but James' catching the flu from her and winding up in the hospital for two weeks had rather put the kibosh on that plan.
Wilson shook his head. Brooding again. He felt for the people who had once worked with her on the JLA and JSA.
Brenda managed to eat her whole meal, then lay back with a triumphant smirk and watched as James sat back to eat his sandwich. "House called while you were gone."
Wilson scowled. "Did you pick up?"
"No. But he was just checking up on you again. If you ever want proof he's got a heart it's there on the answering machine."
"I don't think that's workable blackmail material." He took another bite and chewed.
"You want to bet?"
"No." He chuckled, then watched as she settled back wearily. "Are you going to have a sleep?"
She nodded, head moving restlessly on the pillow as she chafed at her restrictions, but then stilling as she sighed.
"I'll be here," he said softly, knowing what she was thinking.
Brenda sighed and gave him a look of thanks, then closed her eyes and let sleep take her, knowing that he'd stand watch till she could do it herself again.