noteasytobepink | Ah, those phonecalls ~ AU Bill/Clarice

Ah, those phonecalls ~ AU Bill/Clarice

It had been a few days since his new patient appeared. Appeared being the operative term since Bill and the girl both had filled him in. On one hand, he was an old man and he didn't like the world getting set on it's ear so much. On the other, well, he'd always believed there was more out there, enjoyed X-files shamelessly when it was airing, and felt that Clarice was an excellent opportunity to observe alternate biology pathways.

Plus she was a cheerful, if bad patient.

It was the second part that had him on the phone to Bill.

Well, Bill's answering machine. "Bill, it's Dr. Mitchell. I nearly have all the proper paperwork done boy, and certainly not too soon. She's one of those type you know? Needs to be doing something. I nearly had to tie her arm to her side to keep her form doing arm exercises. As if she'd lose muscle mass that quickly! And the room, don't get me started on her cleaning, and moving, and sneaking off to read to the kids in pediatrics..." No, don't get him started.

"....who think she's a fairy by the way. I guess this is a roundabout way of asking if you've found anyone with a hunting cabin she can hole up in yet."

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"Well, you might want to have Doc Mitchell have a word with us alright? He's suppose to tell us if he's already worked things out!" She sighed and stuck a sticky note on Clarice's file. A file that now held the medical records that had been 'forwarded'. Clarice was looking more official already? "And yeah, I might just call you. There was that thing at Grace's I'm suppose to invite you to but I forgot with one thing and another."

Clarice, for her part, was amused.

Bill leaned down on the desk as casual as can be while he chatted up the nurse.

"Well, he's an' old man an' all, must've just fell out of his head," Bill replied with a kind of pitying look. "I'll remind 'im, though."

Poor old doc Mitchell.

"Thing at Grace's huh? Well y'know the best Bill Pardy bait is beer an' baked goods. You set some of those out an' I'm like t'turn up eventually."

Ahhhhh Bill, Clarice was going to tell her doctor you said that! Maybe. IT was too damn funny not to share at any rate.

The closer Bill leaned though, the more the nurse (Amber) smiled. "Well, I did hear that there was going to be pie. I think I'm bringing Cherry. And you know the Beck brothers, they always bring beer." No one else every planned to do so because then the poor things would be clueless when it came to get together food. "Should be starting about seven. I can pick you up if you like, I"ll be getting off work then your place is on the way."

"Pie? Well that there's the magic word."

This? This wasn't flirting, it was charming. You could tell the difference with Bill because one was all honey and molasses, and the other was awkward dumbassery that inevitably ended with his foot in his mouth.

Bill couldn't flirt to save his life or score a date, but he sure could sugar someone up to get his way.

"Seven, huh? I appreciate the offer, but I'm gonna be busy some so wouldn't want you waitin' around on me. I'll be swingin' by, though, an' I expect you t'save me a piece of what you bring."

"I wouldn't mind waiting," Amber offered simply. She rather thought he WAS flirting? Charm and flirt being side by side in her mind. Oh the poor dear? "But I'll certainly save you some. Should be easy to fix you a plate as long as you aren't too late."

And Clarice was getting the rapidly illustrated idea that Bill might be semi-claimed by someone, but he was also, apparently, a hometown favorite who others would snag in a heartbeat. Well then. She was going to have to tread lightly or risk being torn apart by the single ladies of Wheelsy.

It was a lot like Doc Mitchell said about Bill and his single status. Hard to believe, until Bill made you see.

"Thank you in advance. Gotta get goin' now, though."

He straightened up from the desk, and gave Amber a parting smile.

"Got one more stop before we leave, so I best get to it. Y'have a good afternoon, an' we'll see you later."

Turning around, he checked to see if Clarice was ready to go.

"See you Tuesday!" She called to Bill's back, half standing as if to touch him then...changing her mind. Amber was forward, yes, but not that forward. Besides, a pink girl really wasn't a threat...right?

"Pharmacy?" Clarice asked, hauling herself out of her chair with the barest wince. Ribs hated her, ribs hated her, but she could leave now and that was the important thing. She was grinning at him. Grinning and being very amused. "So...you just kind of pick up women naturally? And here I thought I was special."*

"Yeah, we'll get your prescription and be out of here."

Her comment threw him. Threw him in that he actually tripped up on his feet and almost took a spill; just managing to catch himself before he did.

"What? I wasn't-- we were just talkin'."

"Bill..." she laughed, offering her good arm to steady himself on. "...she was hitting on you. Blatantly. She likes you. You promised to show up for her pie. She's going to think you were being more than friendly." She was...used t laying these things out for teammates? Or discussing them with Morph because it was fun to argue 'human' nature with the shifter...

He straightened out quickly with her help, then let go afraid he might hurt her.

"She wasn't-- "

He glanced back down the hallway, then faced ahead.

"We were just talkin', an' she was just inviting me to a party that everyone else in town is gonna be at. Y'outta come, too. Give you the chance t'get to know everyone."

Trying to change the subject? Of course he was.

"You're kidding yourself," She said it cheerfully. Not that she was going to go to pains to make him admit he liked Amber or anything just...yeah. That was pretty dense. "I bet she dresses nice and finds an excuse to kiss you. You watch and see."

That said she flexed her good arm just to show him he hadn't hurt her, then chuckled. "You have people's permission to invite me then?"

"I think you're the one who's foolin'," Bill replied, just as cheerful now that he'd gotten over the awkward.

The mention of a kiss set him back a step, but he chose not to comment.

"'Course, I'm the sheriff ain't I?" he joked, then assured her, "These things are for everyone t'come 'round an' join in. The more the merrier."

"Not likely, not right now anyway." She was still amused by the idea though. Because really...she totally had to imagine women hitting on him? She had better things to imagine. "Still betting. She does kiss you you owe me an apology!"

And, hmmm, he was in theory but if he brought her she'd be a target for the women and..."Eh, if you think it's best? I"m not exactly conversant with small town dining rules."

"Alright, fine." He could agree to that, sure that nothing of the sort was going to happen.

"Small town dinin' rules?" He laughed, turning the corner. At the end of the hallway was the pharmacy.

"It's a party. Y'eat, drink, an' be merry. Dance if you can, an' if y'can't, just drink more 'til you feel like you're able."

Booze was the great talent giver, singing, dancing; by the end of a good party everyone was a super star.

"I can dance, and sing some. It's a valuable form of entertainment." Because rebels needed to unwind between missions and staying alive or they snapped! And he was so going to end up apologizing to her! He was!

"Should I bring something? Can I use your kitchen? What do you people eat?"

"Well good, y'outta have a good time then."

Heading through the pharmacy door, Bill started looking through the paperwork he still had for the slip Mitchell had given him.

"Sure you can. We uh, we might have t'do some shoppin'. I don't keep things too well stocked."

He was a bachelor. Burgers, pizza, and meals at the local diner and his mom's house were his primary staples.

"What sorts of things d'you eat?"

"Or utterly terrify your friends and neighbors with my alien appearance and strange ways. Either way tons of laughs right?" She grinned at him, a touch wolfishly, and followed him into the pharmacy.

Ahhhh, pill closets. The pharmacist was happy to take the two scripts for antibiotics and painkillers, then waved them at chairs to...wait. Fun.

"Anything, really. Real food if there's the option and a chance to cook it, fast food or snatched food if there isn't. I"m not allergic to anything? And I can make a meat simmer that used to drive Mr. Creed into fits of happiness?"

"Please don't do that." He said it in a way that showed he knew she was kidding, but was also making a real request of it anyways.

Taking a seat, he hoped it wouldn't be long.

"I'm usually too busy," lazy, "t'cook much, but I know all the best places in town. You're welcome t'use the kitchen any time you like, just don't burn the house down, an' check the expiration dates on everything before you start cookin'."

What? He was a bachelor. Hurricane mom rolled through once in awhile to make sure he had real food in the house and not just micro meals and potato chips, but after that was all gone the cupboards went bare and largely ignored.

That was the thing about having mom live so close, and a deputy who's wife's cooking could put Paula Dean to shame. Plus, everyone else who happened to be eating when Bill wandered by.

The sheriff protected the community, and the community fed him. It was a good system.

"Certainly not intentionally," she promised. It was about all she could promise? People reacted oddly to her sometimes, police escort or now. This time probably because of the police escort.

She looked at him then, a level, flat look that meant all of those precautions were simply common sense. "I don't burn down the homes of those I'm guesting at unless dire circumstances force me to." Truth! "And who doesn't check labels?" Really? Really really? It was just common sense.

"What kind of things do you like to eat?" Only fair to ask since she'd be using his kitchen.

He laughed and held up his hand.

He was completely kidding, really. He was certain she wasn't about to go around setting fires. The food thing... he was more of a 'does this taste funny to you?' kind of food tester, but that method usually worked.

"Me? I'm a meat an' potatoes kind of guy."

And she already knew he liked dessert.

"So...you're just easy all around?" Innnnnocent question. Innocent and straight face and a touch too bland.

Bill almost agreed, but caught on before he said anything.

"Are in insinuatin' somethin' there, girl?"

The pharmacy tech called for them, but Bill kept his eye on Clarice as he stood up to head back to the counter.

"That you're hardly a gourmand and I need not worry if my meal preparations will offend?" She was, among other things, quick on the riposte! And since he was watching she made a point of smiling cheerfully and sliding to her feet almost as smoothly as she would uninjured!

Showing off, yes.

Tweaking his tail? Yes.

Listening very intently as the tech explained the prescriptions? Double check.

Bill might find the pain pills hidden away in his sock drawer or something though. She didn't like them, didn't want them, was a little too practical to throw them away entirely.

"Right."

He did his best to hold his disapproving look and smother a smile, but there was plenty of evidence of one around the lines of his mouth, and the corners of his eyes.

He paid attention as the tech went over things, referring him back to Dr. Mitchell again when the question of billing came up.

Now that Clarice had her medication, clothes (what was left of them) and the hospital had her paperwork, Bill heaved a sigh.

"Alright, I think that's it. Y'ready to go?"

As if he had to ask.

Innnnocent smile! Innocent, easy, and most of all brightening at the idea of finally leaving! "Yes, take me away! Far, far away! At least until...Wednesday?" She did a quick count in her head to make sure.

"Less like some fairytale with that addendum huh?"

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