Wilson was sitting at home-alone, stupid portal-just reading the newspaper and having a drink. She missed Stephen, wondering when (or if, but she tried not to think about that possibility) she'd be able to see him again ( Read more... )

Wilson woke up at around seven-thirty and decided to make a light breakfast before she started on the dinner. Some sausage, her Macadamia nut pancakes, and cinnamon rolls would work for that.

After breakfast was ready, she crawled back into bed and kissed Stephen awake, softly saying, "Morning, Stephen. Merry Christmas."

Wilson was heading out of the cafeteria, two muffins in hand-the main breakfast was scrambled eggs, but he knew how horrible it was-intending to go right back up to his office to give one to Stephen. He probably ought to stop in the conference room, too, and get them some coffee.

Wilson and Stephen needed to go shopping, as Stephen was going to be staying through the Christmas holidays. It was Saturday, so it was a good time to go. Wilson let Stephen borrow some clothes for the day, however, since all he had were his pajamas.

A little after lunch--around twelve-thirty--Wilson asked, "You ready to go?"

Stephen hadn’t come back for the last month, surprise, surprise. It probably should’ve alarmed Wilson how bitter he was about the whole thing, but he wasn’t going to bother. It appeared as though Stephen had decided to move on, so he wasn’t going to sit around and pine for him ( Read more... )

Wilson got back to his apartment a few hours after Stephen had finally left, back through the Portal or Wormhole or whatever the stupid thing was called. He'd thought that maybe driving around for awhile would help ( Read more... )

It seemed like Saturday morning had gone by in a blur. (Well, the morning shower sex hadn't, but that was the exception ( Read more... )

Wilson was in the clinic, seeing a patient with nothing more severe than a head cold and a little bit of hypochondria.

He smiled kindly at the young lady and tried to convince her that it was just a cold and nothing serious.

Eventually she believed him, and they walked out of the exam room. Wilson walked up to the desk.

It had been a fairly long day, and Wilson was ready to go home, so he headed to his office to get Stephen and his messenger bag ( Read more... )

Wilson was trying to concentrate on the paperwork on the desk in front of him, but it was proving difficult. He kept replaying his and Stephen’s last meeting in his mind, and it was suitably distracting ( Read more... )