Sami's Ramblings

Little Big Planet Fun

Mon, 15 Dec 2008 13:51:20 GMT

Hey all,

We got Little Big Planet for the PS3 a couple of weeks ago, and I have been loving it ever since. It is definitely in my top five favorite games. The story mode was cool, but what really makes this game fly is the create and share mode. You want to create a Christmas themed level where elves have to fight against atheist snowflakes? No problem. Want to recreate a Mario level? Sure. Want to just make a rocket that flies to the moon? Why not.

I've been having so much fun with this, along with my husband Christopher. You can see the fruits of our combined labor here. Chris did the designing of the mechanical parts of the level, like the enemies and obstacles, and I did the artistic design.

I might start utilizing this journal to show off cool levels that I find, but it all depends on how motivated I feel.

Happy holidays!

Embarrassed Wave

Fri, 18 Jul 2008 03:16:15 GMT

How long has it been since I wrote anything on here? Probably forever. I won't even justify it with a look.

I could make a whole bunch of excuses, like school, moving, wedding plans, and whatnot, but I'll be frank: I just haven't wrote any fanfic, made any cool new wallpapers, or had any exciting news I felt like I should share on the internets. I have been busy making Killer Bunny cards, which you can find on my DA site.

I guess why I'm writing this is to pimp out this website I found called Associated Content. You can put your original content on here and get paid for it. Awesome, right? Well, hopefully. In any case, I don't think I'll get paid much, but if you can get a lot of pageviews, then go at it. It's kind of fun just sharing my original works with people. Here's my profile to give you a starting point: http://www.associatedcontent.com/user/256061/samantha_weise.html
(that was a cheap plug. lame)

In other Sami-news, my wedding is coming up in two weeks. That is just so crazy and alien to me. I know I've been preparing for it for the last year, but now it's actually going to happen. That's crazy. I'm not just making wedding programs and trying on pretty dresses for my own delights; it's actually culminating into something. Whoa.

I also moved into my first apartment last month. That has been a whole new experience for me, including a lot of weepy eyes since I was such a lamey-lameo homebody. It was tough moving away from my family because we are pretty close, but I still got to see them a lot because I had to come home to do wedding planning and whatnot. My brother is visiting me next week, so that should be fun.

More breaking news! I finally got a job after a months' worth of searching. I applied the hell out of Stevens Point, but came up with a pretty good one. I get to move files around all day, but it's as fun as any of my jobs will ever be. It's better than being a cheese slave at a factory, even if it pays less.

Summer Stuff

Wed, 23 May 2007 19:02:30 GMT

Hello all,

This is my last week free before I start working at the Cheese Hole and my life is done for the summer. Well, maybe it won't be that bad this summer. We'll see.

Currently, I'm working on a request for trek_grrl and have finally found the screen cap I want. I just got the fifth season in the mail yesterday, and I was a screen capping fool this morning. Hopefully it'll be done soon.

Just a Memory Wallpaper

Tue, 15 May 2007 16:16:54 GMT

This is a pretty angsty JD wallpaper. Enjoy!

Just a Memory

This was one of the songs I had looked over for my "Hooked on a Memory of You" wallpaper. I thought it was fitting here. :)
1280 by 800.
Lyrics by Rufio
I do not own Scrubs.

Hooked on a Memory of You Wallpaper

Fri, 11 May 2007 00:27:15 GMT

Here's my latest wallpaper! More of mine (plus others) at scrubs_walls

Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs, nor these lyrics.

Hooked on a Memory of You

I settled on these lyrics after looking through several different songs, but I definitely welcome it if anyone found some more fitting ones. Poor Elliot, she's got neglected, but otherwise all of these photos are from My Occurrence, where Ben was diagnosed.
Pairings: Could be several different ones, depending on how you look at it.
1280 by 800
Lyrics by Neil Diamond

Scrubs Wallpapers

Wed, 09 May 2007 04:27:02 GMT

I was bored one day, and decided to make some wallpapers to pretty up my computer. Now, I feel like sharing them with the world, so feel free to use them if you like.

If anyone has a better lyric suggestion for the last one, I'm open to changing it. I can also resize the wallpapers, since all of these are for widescreen.

	No Superman This is the first Scrubs wallpaper I ever made, after being inspired by a similar icon. Lyrics by Lazlo Bane. 1280 by 800.
	Afraid to Feel (Original) Another wallpaper I made when I was bored, and feeling creative. Lyrics are by Stabbing Westward. 1280 by 800.
	Afraid to Feel (Red Version) Another version of the previous wallpaper, but with a little bit of red to make it less bland. Lyrics are by Stabbing Westward. Brushes are from http://www.brushes.obsidiandawn.com/index.htm . 1280 by 800.
	More Than Meant to Be More wallpaper goodness. I wanted to do one with Perry and JD, and this is the only pic I have of them that seemed appropriate. The lyrics took me forever to pick, but I'm still not entirely sure I'm satisfied with them. Lyrics by Busted. 1280 by 800.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs in any way, and am not profiting off of these. Nor do I own the lyrics.

Fic: My Flirt

Thu, 03 May 2007 15:28:58 GMT

Title: My Flirt (2/2)
Author:

dark_samu
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairings: JD/Cox
Rating: T for swearing and light sexual situations
Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs.
Summary: Against all odds, JD's willing to fight for it, using whatever methods possible.
Author Notes: Here's the second part of the sequel to My Bet. Sorry for the really corny summary, but it gets the job done.

Part One

Once he knew he was out of her eyesight, JD leaned against the wall, his spirits falling again. “Operation Become Like Jordan and Win Cox Over While Not Getting Killed by Jordan sucked, but at least I'm still alive. Turk is getting rusty.”

He could feel a pair of eyes on him, and from the lack of malicious intent, JD knew it wasn't the Janitor. Speaking of the cunning custodian, nothing had happened to him since he saw him in the bathroom, which began to worry JD. He frowned, but noticed the stare was from Carla, who was switching into mother mode.

“Bambi, come over here,” she called, and JD decided it couldn't hurt. “I'm guessing from Dr. Cox's storm off, Jordan's smug look, and your depression that your day hasn't been going very well.”

“You get the blue ribbon!” he grinned, giving her a thumbs up.

“Don't you give me any attitude.”

“Sorry, ma'am.”

“That's better,” she nodded before patting him on the arm. “You know Dr. Cox isn't just going to throw himself at you.” Carla watched as JD's eyes started to wander, snapping her fingers to bring him back. “Don't think you can just fantasize while I try to talk to you either.”

“I never know when they'll hit,” JD shrugged. “It's kind of like a disease.”

Carla rolled her eyes. “Bambi, if you want to get anywhere, you're going to have to stop pretending.”

“You know that relationships are all about hiding the crazy in the beginning, Carla.”

“I think that after three years, Dr. Cox knows your brand of crazy pretty well.”

“I'll take that as a compliment, thank you.” JD smiled at her, making her slap him lightly. He rested his arms on the counter, sighing. “It's not really that easy anymore.”

“Jordan,” Carla growled, making him back away a bit. “She just rubs me the wrong way.

“I can help,” Elliot spoke up behind them.

“How, exactly?” JD asked, eyebrow raising.

“I could distract her!” A blush began to rise in her cheeks, setting JD's mind off into wonderland without any stop. By the time he had gotten away from the handcuffs and back to reality, Elliot and Carla were discussing the matters at hand. He frowned, deciding he was quite the integral to the plan and they really shouldn't be deciding important parts of his life without him.

“So I'll page Dr. Cox to get him away from the hell beast, but you have to make sure that she doesn't come with.”

“No problem,” Elliot said. “I'll just start telling her about my mom and her eyes are sure to glaze over. She'll never know that Dr. Cox had left.” She paused frowning. “Not that I understand why everyone does that. My stories are important! I won a writing award once, but I was the only girl in it, and that judge just kept on staring right at me.” She sighed. “Ah, Mr. Gersich...”

“Right. We're going to work on that whole crazy thing later,” Carla said, ignoring Elliot's protest. “So JD—”

“I think I can figure out my own part, Carla,” he interrupted.

“What did I tell you about giving me attitude?”

“Nothing, really. I just assumed something bad would happen.”

“Damn right something will, and don't mess this up,” she warned. “I don't want to have to sacrifice Elliot for any cause.” Elliot stared at her, not quite sure if she was kidding, but Carla just smiled back. “Don't worry, Jordan's claws are only so sharp. Just stay an arm's length away and you should be fine.”

“R-right,” she responded, looking a bit more nervous now. “Wish me luck.”

“Do you want Turk's lucky do-rag? It really hasn't helped me much.”

Elliot looked at it, disgusted. “No thanks. I have no clue where it's been.”

“Elliot, be nice to Turk. He's come a long way.”

“Yeah, be nice to my Chocolate Bear.”

Rolling her eyes, Carla said, “I'm working on that next.”

“Sure,” Elliot said, moving off to the elevator. “Good luck with that.”

“Well, Bambi, are you ready for this?” Carla asked.

“Come on Carla,” JD said confidently, but was really unsure of what he was going to do. “I was born ready. Ready is my middle name. Ready steady Eddy. Ready—”

Carla ignored the rest and gave him a reassuring smile before walking off, saying she would page Dr. Cox in five minutes. Groaning, he pulled out the list again. Since the whole domineering thing didn't work, and being himself hadn't worked for the last three years, he could hope that maybe something in the list would finally be that thing which would push them over the line.

5. Asking "what's the story behind that?" You can ask "what's the story behind that?" about any special or unusual thing your quarry is wearing or carrying.

JD shoved that one aside, already imagining the verbal beatings he would get for being such a girl. Although, he did want to know what the nose touching was about. Maybe it was always itchy.

6. Holding eye contact. While you are conversing with her, you want to be sure to have eye contact at least some of the time. At least once it's a good idea to hold the eye contact a little "too long," just a fraction too long, so there's a brief, more intimate moment between you.

This was going to be too hard with Dr. Cox seething over being paged about nothing. Although, he did have the most beautiful blue eyes, even when they are angry. They kind of start sparkling manically. JD briefly wondered if hawk eyes were blue, but just disregarded this one and continued on.

7. Non-intrusive touching. This can be as simple as placing your hand lightly on her hand for a moment, or touching her back for a moment as you walk to a table to sit down.

He blushed as he thought of Dr. Cox's attempts at this not too long ago, and knew this was a winner. Tucking it away mentally, he glanced down at the other ones.

8. Checking her out. Checking out her body must be done properly. The goal is for your new friend to feel complimented that you noticed her body, not objectified like some piece of meat.

Frowning, JD was pretty sure he needn't worry about making Dr. Cox think he was being objectified. He was narcissistic enough as it was without his help, and would probably enjoy it on some level. He was just about to read the next one as they were torn out of his hand by a very angry looking Dr. Cox.

"My god, Sheila, I know you're desperate, but really, is this necessary? Using the 'goodbye compliment'? Checking her out? Oo, let's try that one," he spread his arms out, grinning briefly before growling. "What the hell do you think you're doing paging me down here for nothing? Jordan is probably tearing Barbie a new one, and I'm sure that the show would've been so good, even the interns would be brave enough to watch it. But of course, here we are again, with you and the annoying thing."

JD sighed, only really half listening to the rant. He was mulling his options over in his head, before finally deciding to grab Dr. Cox's wrist, which elicited a snarl from the man, and dragged him to the closest closet. After throwing out a couple of interns, ignoring Dr. Cox's further rants, and locking the door, JD turned to him. He watched as words continually shot out of his mentor's mouth, the movement becoming maddening. Talking had solved nothing so far, so all that left was the physical part.

The last few days came crashing down on JD in one bout of sexual aggression, and he pushed Dr. Cox up against a shelf. This was no easy task since he was smaller than the older doctor, but he had the element of surprise and it had worked before. Unfortunately, Dr. Cox had figured out what was going on and turned his face away, so JD's lips met his stubbly cheek.

This didn't discourage JD, after all he hadn't been pushed away, so he kissed and bit at his jawline, moving up to nibble on the ear and letting his grip loosen. His hands snaked around Dr. Cox, grabbing his ass and getting a growl from the doctor, who finally moved to wrap his arms around him.

Their positions quickly switched when Dr. Cox flipped him around, one hand on his hip and the other wrapped firmly around his chest. JD inhaled as the hand on his hip moved inward, and lips bit at the back of his neck, the older doctor almost making a purring noise as his tongue snaked out.

JD all but cried when both of their pagers went off, wondering not for the first time if God really did hate doctors. He could tell Dr. Cox was not any happier, snarling and cussing as he picked up his pager. The swearing increased when he read it, and he rushed out, leaving JD behind.

Taking a shaky breath, JD ran after him, checking his pager on the go. His stomach dropped when he saw Jessica's room number, remembering the earlier promise to get a nurse for her. He could already hear the flat line from down the hall, piercing his ears. Dr. Cox beat him to the room easily and was already using the defibrillator on the still body.

"Clear!"

He couldn't do anything but watch the as body jumped and the monitor whined angrily, accusing him for neglect. Dr. Cox readied the paddles again.

"Clear!"

His own heart jumped when the monitor beeped, bringing life back into the room with one great breath. Dr. Cox exhaled, setting down the paddles and turning to him.

"Newbie, page surgery. We need that new heart." He frowned when he got no answer, and whistled, shaking JD out of his reverie. "I mean now."

"R-right."

~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~

JD sighed, leaning his forehead against the cool glass. He had been standing here for who knows how long, watching his best friend and the rest of the surgical team work on Jessica. His pager was mysteriously silent, probably signaling that Dr. Cox had taken over his patient load. If that man was nothing else, he was reliable. Reliable in insults, reliable in help.

Groaning, he flexed his legs, which were very unhappy he was subjecting this torment upon them. He wanted to go and distract himself with patients, but that stupid little voice in his head kept on blaming him for not finding that nurse earlier. If he had ignored his problems for a second, maybe he would've noticed the fatigue and chest pain as definitely not good signs. The urge to bang his head against the glass was tempting, but he had a feeling it would only distract the surgery.

The heart monitor shrieked, making JD's breath hitch in anticipation until Dr. Wen turned and just shut it off. He wanted to barge in there and tell them not to give up yet, but he could tell from Turk's fleeting glance toward him, nothing else could be done. Sighing, he finally succumbed to the urge to punish his forehead against the glass, earning some strange looks from the surgeons.

JD peeked at his watch, a little surprised to see that his shift had been over for half an hour already. He trudged down to the locker room, loading his backpack methodically, and glad somewhere in his mind that he was getting out of this hellhole. Maybe he could go out for an appletini, or even a nectartini if he was feeling up to the headache later. Watching Lion King was always a possibility, but Mufasa's death might be too much for him. Of course, sleeping was always an option. He needed a good coma-like sleep.

He headed toward the exit, entertaining the idea of going to Dr. Cox's apartment. The image of a door being slammed in his face came to mind, especially after he had tried to shack up with the doctor in a closet. Although, he didn't seem to object too much, but Dr. Cox was a bit funny in the head so it was hard to tell.

In the end, JD decided to head home, chill with Rowdy, and try to catch something halfway decent on TV. Something blue caught his eye as he neared the outside doors, and JD noticed a puddle of paint pooling just inside the exit. Curiosity overruled any good sense that was telling him to stay away, and he walked right up to the puddle, looking between it and the ceiling as another drop fell. He should have known something was up when he found the air duct was the source of the paint, and as a blue river sloshed down upon his head, he could feel the frustrated scream already surfacing.

“Come on, Newbie.” JD felt a hand grab his wrist and pull him out of the hospital. He opened an eye and saw the Janitor smiling at him, waving slightly until he saw the mess of paint on the floor. He glared at JD, pointing to the mess and giving him a throat slicing gesture, but the young doctor really could have cared less.

Dr. Cox pulled him over to his car, giving him a warning look that said if he even got a drop of blue paint on it, he would die, slowly and horribly, and probably from paint poisoning. So, JD stood and waited, shivering slightly against the chill of the night and the slimy coating on his skin.

“Wipe yourself off, Rachel. The death warning's severity increases inside,” Dr. Cox said, throwing a towel at him before getting in the car.

Pulling it off his head, JD started scrubbing himself slowly, a little hesitant about getting into a car with Dr. Cox when he had no idea where he could be going. For all he knew, Dr. Cox could drive him down to Mexico, leave him there to fend for himself, and drive off, laughing manically. Then JD would have to fight the various people wanting his body and organs, since he was, after all, quite attractive and healthy, and open up his own taquito store/hospital to make enough money to come back up to California. Then he could blame the Janitor for it all and finally exact his revenge, involving the removal of all squirrels from the state in order to force the Janitor to move away to be able to continue his hunting. Maybe by then, Dr. Cox would feel sorry enough to take him in.

“Any day, Delilah. I'm not waiting forever.”

JD quickly finished up, hoping he was dry enough to survive the trip. He opened the door, surprised to find more towels waiting for him, covering the seat and surrounding areas. Dr. Cox glared at him as he carefully got in, watching closely to see that his very expensive car stayed exactly like it was. When he was satisfied, he drove off to some unknown destination.

Tapping his fingers nervously in the silent car, JD moved to touch the radio, but his hand was slapped away with a “Touch that and you'll find you won't have any more fingers. They'll be shoved into your ears to make sure you can't listen to anything ever again,” so he sat back, looking out the window and watching the city go by.

Oddly enough, rain starting pouring down only a few minutes into the ride, accompanied not long after by a roar of thunder. JD watched the drops slide down the window, wondering if the world was mourning. His nose scrunched up when he thought just how cheesy that was, and a laugh slipped out. Dr. Cox glanced at him, but didn't say anything about it, instead flashing the windshield wipers on and wiping the rain away.

To say that JD was surprised when they pulled up to Dr. Cox's apartment would be an understatement. Perhaps his idea of being taken home with the older doctor wasn't all that off base after all. Dr. Cox shut the car off and got out, saying nothing to JD as he walked into the complex, so he assumed he was supposed to follow.

The first time he got out and scurried after Dr. Cox, he had to run back and grab the towels, knowing that his mentor wouldn't want anything to stain. By the time he had finally got into the apartment, he was relatively wet, but paint free, and Dr. Cox was pouring himself a glass of scotch. JD was about to ask what to do with the armful of towels when the older doctor pointed toward the hall, saying, “Bathroom's second door on the left, anf feel free to use it. Oh, and could you keep your mouth shut for once? Jack and the hellcat are actually sleeping, and I really don't enjoy the screeching that comes from either of them when they get disturbed. You'll be fed to them as a pacifier.”

Nodding, JD made a zipping motion across his lips, earning himself a roll of Dr. Cox's eyes. He walked through the hall, taking in the parts of the apartment he had never seen before. He counted a total of five doors, one opening to the light snoring of Jordan with perhaps a hint of another, louder snoring, sending JD's mind off into fantasy land, another door with toys spilling out of it, and the rest closed. Picking out the bathroom, he went and dumped the towels in a hamper.

The numerous items of what could only be Jordan's caught his eye right away, and he picked up the hair gel, looking it over and appreciating the citrus scent. The mirror was next, causing JD to stick out his tongue when he saw the splotches of blue across his face and chunks of it in his hair.

JD shed his clothing, unsure of what to do before deciding to just heap them into a pile. He turned the water as hot as it would go, adding a bit of cold as an afterthought so he wouldn't melt. The rantings of Cox about clogging his drain poked at his brain, making him giggle as he stepped into the shower.

Deciding between the manly shampoo that was undoubtedly Dr. Cox's and would probably make his head bleed or the Fructis was easy enough, but as he lathered his hair, it hit him pretty hard that he was naked and in Dr. Cox's apartment. His face reddened, the image of a naked Cox doing naughty things bulldozing his mind away. He scrubbed at his head furiously, squeezing his eyes shut.

It's not like it could never happen, even after the mixed signals he has gotten from the older doctor. JD blushed even harder when he thought about the night where he had barged into Dr. Cox's apartment and basically started playing tonsil hockey with him. The feeling left abruptly as both Dr. Cox's words then and earlier today bombarded him.

JD sighed, letting the water wash out the shampoo. How was he even supposed to get along with a man who constantly berated and belittled him, yet drove him wild? Damn, idiotic... He pursed his lips, thinking it over. Attraction? Hell yes. Love? JD frowned, trying the word out with his tongue, but gave up when it just didn't feel right yet. He sighed, turning the water off. Damn, idiotic whatever he felt.

Drying himself off with a new towel, JD realized he had absolutely no clothes left which weren't soaked with blue paint and rainwater. A blush hit his face again when he realized he would have to ask Dr. Cox for some loaner clothes, but had nothing to do it in except a towel. He wrapped it around himself as tightly as possible, trying to control his red face as he tip-toed out of the bathroom.

In the living room, Dr. Cox had already changed out of his scrubs and was wearing some loose-fitting sweats and a t-shirt. His head rested against the back of the couch, with his eyes closed and glass of scotch in hand. JD became torn whether he should risk waking him or just stand and stare until he got up on his own.

“Honestly, Newbie, unless you're going to prove me right, there's absolutely no reason for you to be covering your chest like that,” Dr. Cox said, opening his eyes and letting them wander over his body. JD pulled the towel around himself closer, looking abashed and blushing yet again, making Dr. Cox smirk. “T-shirt and shorts on the table. I expect them back, so don't even think about adding them to your shrine.”

JD practically lunged for them, muttering about Turk forbidding anything of the sort in their apartment. Dr. Cox's eyes followed him out of the room, making him wonder all over again what the hell their relationship was now. Maybe he should try the whole spontaneous needy sex thing again. It's almost worked two times so far, and the third try is lucky, right?

The smell of pizza teased his nose, making his stomach growl before he could tell it to be quiet. He paused, but the world was still here, so Jordan couldn't have been woken. Reentering the living room, he now saw Dr. Cox chewing away at a pizza, the TV on low and showing some old B-movie.

JD sat down on the couch, not quite willing to put his plan into action while his stomach growled for pizza. He glanced at Dr. Cox, but he was either sleeping with his eyes open and still eating pizza or engrossed in the film. When his hand wasn't slapped away, JD grabbed a piece and started scarfing it down, his hunger hitting him full force. He thought of the possibilities of being able to eat while sleeping, wondering how much time it would free up in his day.

“It wasn't your fault.”

“Eh?” JD's head snapped towards him, a chunk of pizza almost falling out of his mouth before he shut it.

“It was luck we managed to find a heart for Mrs. Baumgartner, and bad luck that she ran out of time,” Dr. Cox said, taking a drink of his scotch.

JD swallowed, his hunger abating as the guilt returned. “I told her I would find a nurse to check up on her.” He threw the rest of the piece down. “I was too wrapped up in my own crap to get one for her.”

Dr. Cox sighed, rubbing his face and setting down the glass. “Yeah, it was pretty idiotic to let your personal life get in the way.” JD frowned, not really sure how this was helping. “But her heart was going with or without you.” He turned to glare at the younger doctor. “This in no way means it's okay, because it's going to happen again if you don't get your head out of your ass.”

“And you don't do the same thing?” JD asked, somewhat indignant.

“Hell no. I know how to separate the two, since I'm the best damn doctor that hellhole has.” He paused, finishing off his piece of pizza. “If you keep letting your girly problems get the best of you, expect me to drop you so fast, you'll still be wondering how you fell from the roof, let alone got up there in the first place.”

“Maybe if you weren't such a huge problem in my life—”

“Whoa-ho-ho, there Newbie. Do you really want to go down that route? Or would you like to just skip it while I show you just how annoying you have been in my life?” He placed a finger on his chin, looking contemplative. “Let's see, I usually can't go five minutes in the hospital without you paging me, I'm constantly cleaning up after you, and then you barge right in and decide you want something different, trying to win me over with your girlish wiles and charms. Now, on top of your normal annoyances, I have to deal with your failed attempts at flirting with me. Dear lord, do you think you could get anymore desperate?”

“You were the one who started it,” JD said, trying to keep his voice down, and standing up. “You and that stupid bet.”

“I was pretty sure we were past that,” Dr. Cox said, crossing his arms. “And I was pretty sure you were going to give me my space and wait.”

“Well you know what? I got impatient,” he replied, mimicking the gesture. “I wasn't quite expecting you to act like nothing happened.”

“What was I supposed to do? Do you think this is easy for me? I have an ex-wife who is a harpy and still living with me, a son who happens to partly be hers and mine, and a rather shitty life on the whole. Do you think you can handle the crap that comes along with the Perry Cox package? Or are you going to worm your way into my life and leave it just as easily when things get tough?” He glared steadily up at JD, grabbing the his glass to take a drink.

JD glared right back, not willing to give in easily. “Do you think I'm just looking for a quick fuck? I've followed you around and took everything you threw at me since I've become a doctor, and guess what, I haven't left yet. Don't you think I can handle it by now, or am I really just that weak in your eyes?”

Dr. Cox sighed, his hand massaging his face until he opened his mouth to speak again. He was interrupted by JD's cellphone blaring out Beautiful Day, followed by a wail down the hall and an equally angry roar of “Perry!” coming from the bedroom. He threw back the rest of his scotch, getting up and heading back to Jack's bedroom. JD, meanwhile, ran to the bathroom and searched through his pants until he finally found his phone.

“Hello?”

“Vanilla Bear!” Turk's relieved voice came over the phone. “I thought someone finally kidnapped you and took you to the circus. You know I can't come within a ten mile radius of a clown, so it'd be real hard to swoop in and rescue you.”

“Sorry, Chocolate Bear. The Janitor dumped a bucket of paint on me, and Dr. Cox took me to his apartment.”

“Oh,” he paused. “OH! Sorry man. Just make sure to keep the details to yourself. I need to go scrub my brain with some steel wool.”

“It's nothing like that,” JD said, rolling his eyes. “We're fighting more than anything else, and I'm pretty sure I'm going to be kicked out now.”

“Sorry, dude. You know me and Rowdy are always here.”

“Thanks, man. I'll see if I can escape alive.” He heard footsteps walk past the bathroom, and he managed to catch a glimpse of Dr. Cox. “I have to go.”

JD only half listened to Turk's goodbye as he shut the phone, making sure it was on silent before venturing out to the living room. He walked in slowly, noting that Dr. Cox was sitting on the couch, his head resting in his hands. Moving behind him, JD decided he was mostly likely already dead, so he just went ahead and threaded his fingers into Dr. Cox's wiry hair, massaging his head lightly.

When the older doctor leaned back and relaxed into his touch, he applied more pressure and felt some of his weight lift as a was sigh released from below him. If he could just get his hands in Dr. Cox's hair anytime they had an argument, JD had the feeling he could win. No matter what. Maybe he should try it out now...

“Stop whatever the hell you are thinking right now.” JD paused his hand movements, worried his thoughts were transferring directly into his brain. “I can tell it's idiotic just from the way you move. And no, this will not work in full-out rant mode. Nothing can stop a good rant.” Dr. Cox grabbed his wrist, pulling him over the couch. Since he wasn't quite ready for this, JD more or less collapsed awkwardly into his lap, his face going tomato instantly.

“Uh—”

“Just shut up.” Dr. Cox glared down at him for a moment, but looked away. JD was about to move out of his lap, but from the growl he received, it was probably better not to. Not that he really wanted to, but he had been pretty sure that they were just in a fight not moments ago and this was an prime position for Dr. Cox to wail on him. “Listen, if you want to get into the crazy that is my life, feel free. I'm making no promises of chocolates or hugs or even if this will last, but I can assure you that my son will always be here and Jordan will always be Satan's minion. Or Satan may be her minion, it's hard to tell. The thing that matters is she'll always be here too, whether either of us want it or not. So if you feel you can deal with this shit, then whatever.”

“Whatever?”

“Yeah, whatever,” Dr. Cox looked down, giving an almost smile, but there was something unsettling beneath it. “Whatever the hell you want to do with it.”

JD stared up at the older doctor, trying to decipher what was really going on. He knew he'd probably never get an admission of fondness, so this would have to work for now. That look in his eyes wasn't exactly promising and JD didn't want to get into this just for it to fail, but he didn't want to let this chance go by either. Dr. Cox had looked away again, staring at the TV as a way to distract himself.

Something suddenly dropped onto his stomach, making JD worry all this had been a distraction and now an alien was implanted in his gut. His hand immediately grabbed at it, and he was relieved when it hit nothing squishy. Instead, it was another candy necklace, exactly like his last one. He looked up at Dr. Cox questioningly, but his eyes weren't met.

“Two came in a pack, so eat it. God knows I'm not touching it.” Dr. Cox finally looked down again, murmuring, “This one might mean something.”

Ripping the necklace out of its packaging, JD slipped it over his neck and rested his head against Dr. Cox's legs again. He started chewing away at the tiny candies, turning to watch as a vampire appeared out of nowhere and the leading lady screamed. A smile crept across his face, and a growl rumbled behind his head.

“You drive me so damn crazy it makes my head want to explode.” JD grinned at him, chewing off another candy. “Be glad that I love myself so much that I can't.”

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Author's Notes: Sorry for the double post. I wasn't very happy with this for a long time, but I'm glad with how it turned out. I hope it meets everyone's expectations! Anyways, I already have an idea for a sequel to this running around in my head, with a boatload of angst. Thanks for all the support!

Fic: My Flirt

Thu, 03 May 2007 15:16:42 GMT

Title: My Flirt (1/2)
Author: dark_samu
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairings: JD/Cox
Rating: T for swearing and light sexual situations
Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs.
Summary: Against all odds, JD's willing to fight for it, using whatever methods available.
Author Notes: Here's the sequel to My Bet. After plugging out 12 pages yesterday, along with revisions and whatnot, I managed to finish it. This is one long baby, so I had to split it into two parts.

Fingering the elastic string around his neck, JD glanced around the corner, looking down the hall and through a patient's window to spy on his object of affection. Well, more of an object of want and need since that object was clearly objecting to any affection he tried to pass his way. Also an object of frustration, enough so that he needed help trying to win him over, even after a somewhat successful start. He told Dr. Cox he would wait, but he wasn't exactly a patient person and this was going nowhere, real fast.

All of his friends were still out of the picture since they had still had varying degrees of unhappiness with Dr. Cox since the bet. Turk tried to talk him out of his current plan of action, Carla gave him that don't-come-crying-to-me-later-because-I'll-just-tell-you-I-told-you-so-but-I'll-still-feel-sorry-for-you-look which JD found amazing that she could fit that all in, and Elliot was slightly freaking out about the entire situation yet. This was when he turned to his trusty friend the Internet, which now wasn't just good for those late nights he's alone or catching up on the latest Gilmore Girls.

JD saw Dr. Cox pause in his speech to the patient, look thoughtful, and turn to stare directly at him. He yelped, ducking back behind the corner and wondering if his mentor had gotten hawk eyes implanted sometime in his past. Maybe he could convince him to get wings as well and they could soar in the sky while singing A Whole New World.

Filing that away for later, he ducked into the closest bathroom and pulled out a sheet a paper. It's not like he normally needed help flirting, he was the god of love after all, but Dr. Cox was something else. His enigma, his Gordian Knot, his secret treasure, his decoder ring's puzzle. And, he was trying to resume normal functions with JD after the back-throwing-out incident, which wasn't a very promising sign. He read the first tip.

1. Smiling. You must smile. You probably think you smile now, but you don't, really. You should practice your smile in the mirror—to be big enough to be noticed, your smile will probably have to be bigger than you are used to.

Smiling was easy enough. JD pocketed the paper, walking up to the mirror and giving it his best. Yeah, this one would be easy. If he could win Dr. Cox over with anything, it'd be his smile. After all, it helped him get into medical school. Remembering the tip, he smiled even wider until his jaw cramped, making him bend over in pain and bang his head against the sink. He heard laughing come from the door, groaning when he noticed it was the Janitor.

“Smooth, Scooter. I don't even have to do anything to get a laugh.”

JD ignored him, but realized this was the first time he had seen the Janitor in a few days. He looked at him, eye brow raised, and wondered if he could get by him without ending the good streak. “Don't worry, your rest period has ended. I'll be torturing you according to schedule from here on out.”

His eyes widened when he thought that the Janitor really might be able to read his mind now, but when he didn't lash out as JD imagined him in a tutu, he knew he was safe yet. He laughed nervously, edging towards the door. “So, why don't you just keep on the new schedule? It seems like its working out for everyone.”

The Janitor appeared to consider it, but shook his head. “It's too boring, but I can't kick a man when he's down. Janitors do have a code of honor.” He paused, glaring at him. “Or do you think that janitors have no honor? I'll have you know that the Janitorial Society of America started in Japan during the Warring States Period, embracing Bushido—”

JD made his move and rushed out the door, not in the least relieved as the Janitor called out a warning about air ducts. A whistle rung out, and he saw Dr. Cox waiting for him at the end of the hallway, arms crossed.

“Well, Mindy, are you done hiding around the corner, waiting for the blue light special so you can run and beat all the rest of the house wives to get that ever-so-special brazier you've always wanted?” JD let it slide, knowing a new meaning behind the names, and spread a smile across his face. Dr. Cox raised his eyebrows, not impressed. “I'm glad you've attained a whole new level of nirvana, Newbie, but this hellhole is going to suck it right out of you. Of course, I'm sure you could always retreat to your little fantasy land and start riding that unicorn of yours.” JD decided to not correct him about his horse with a sword on its head, and instead tried to make his smile even bigger, his muscles beginning to feel the strain again. “Dear lord, I think he might actually burst a vessel! Shall we watch? Nah, I've actually got better things to do than bet on how long it'll take your face to crack in two. Come on, idiot.”

Dr. Cox whirled around, starting his trek down the hall, and JD ran to catch up to him. He massaged his cheeks while his other hand pulled out the list, checking it while the older doctor ranted in front of him.

2. Getting caught looking. Most people look away when the object of their desire looks at them. If you want to let that person know you are interested, when she catches you looking, smile, hold eye contact a moment longer, then look away.

JD shrugged, deciding this one would be easy enough as well, and could incorporate his winning smile. Dr. Cox was still off in ranting land, only stopping as they entered a patient's room in order to get down to business. He picked up a chart, and JD decided that anytime was a good time to start.

“Well, Ms. Baumgartner, I can't say that I'm glad to see you since it means your cardiomyopathy must be getting worse.” He smiled at her, making JD wish he would get a smile like that. He'd definitely have to remember to carry a camera on him, since it may be a rare event, and was worth catching for posterity. “But, you're not the worse patient ever, so it isn't exactly a horrible experience to see you.”

Ms. Baumgartner did something, but JD was unable to tell what since he was still staring at his mentor, waiting for him to catch it. “Always a charmer, aren't you?” She paused again, and JD's interest was beginning to be piqued, but he couldn't risk looking away. “From the look of things, I'm not sure if I'm the one you should be charming.”

Dr. Cox's head cocked to the side, then slowly turned it towards the younger doctor. He stared at JD as he smiled, held eye contact for a little bit, and looked away, congratulating himself for a successful flirt. “Excuse Georgina here, she's just starting to hit puberty finally, and boy, is it hitting hard.” Growling at JD, he turned back to her. “If she speaks to you, just look away and pretend she's not there. You never know when a hormonal girl will attack.”

Huffing, JD glared at Dr. Cox, wondering why his flirting was so ineffective. Ms. Baumgartner tsked, warning, “Dr. Cox, remember what I said about the insulting?”

“And remember what I said?” Dr. Cox responded, his face growing angry. “I'd ship you right up to the who-gives-a-damn ward and make sure you have an extended stay. Hell, maybe you could even get a job there as a no-one-cares-ologist.” She frowned back at him, and he crossed his arms. “I'll keep pushing you up the transplant list, so you make sure you keep that nose of yours close to your face. We don't have a transplant for that when someone hacks it off for sticking it in their business.”

Watching Dr. Cox storm out of the room, JD decided it wouldn't be safe just yet to follow him. A sigh came from the woman on the bed, causing him to turn and watch as she pulled her knees up to her chest. “That man is a chore.”

“Tell me about it,” JD agreed, moving to sit on the edge of the bed.

“I try to be friendly, and bam!” She slapped her hands, and JD jumped, startled. “Brushed off, left behind.” Smiling tiredly, she rested her chin on her knees.

“Try to make him open up and you'll get burned,” he nodded.

“I'm just lonely. Hospitals aren't exactly inviting.”

JD scooted closer, squeezing her shoulder. “Don't worry, I have a good feeling about today, Ms. Baumgartner.”

“Please, call me Jessica. I can't be much older than you are.” She stretched out again, eying JD. “So, how's the relationship?”

He backed away slightly, laughing. “You're going a little too fast for me. Don't get me wrong, I'd definitely think about it under other circumstances. I need at least a couple of dates and preferably a background check—”

“No thanks, Dr.,” she squinted at his name tag. “Dorian.”

“JD, or Tiger, if you'd so prefer,” he smiled.

“You're a strange one, aren't you?” His smile faltered, until she continued, “But you have one awesome smile. Do you practice?”

“Just comes natural to me. I have been blessed with this beautiful face and a firm buttocks,” he sighed, staring off into space.

“Sure. Anyway, you and Dr. Cox?” JD turned fire-engine red, instantly wishing he could control the reaction when she laughed. “I was sure you were either trying to burn a hole in his head or undress him in your mind.”

“I was just trying to figure out if he had a fuzz in his hair,” JD mumbled, getting a tsk from from her.

“You don't have to be ashamed. I'm sure everybody knows.”

JD blew out a breath, looking away. “It's not really that easy. I take one step forward and he starts running away. More like jumping in a car and speeding away. Or like a plane. That's a bit faster, and you can cross oceans.”

Jessica nodded sympathetically, patting his shoulder. “He seems like a difficult man.”

“That's just the half of it! He finally starts showing something and it all turns out to be a bet,” JD scowled. “I still haven't really gotten over it, even though he gave me a candy necklace.” He showed her the remains of it around his neck.

“Well, maybe that's what's holding you back,” she said. “You just need to start over, and go at it with your all.”

“I think I will,” JD said, his resolve returning. He pulled out his list again.

3. Waving. A little wave to someone who caught you looking, along with a smile, is a non-intrusive, very flirty way to say "hello."

Deciding this wouldn't be enough, and slightly discouraged from his previous attempts, JD glanced at the next one as well.

4. Winking. You can wink at someone from across the room, or wink at someone during a conversation.

“What are you looking at?” Jessica asked, trying to peek over the paper before JD hurriedly shoved it back in his pocket.

“Nothing!” he said, getting off the bed and heading for the door. “Thanks for the help. It seems like I've been getting all the wrong kinds from my friends lately.”

“No problem. It's just nice to talk to someone who listens.”

JD paused, thinking something over. “You know, you kind of remind me of another heart transplant patient I had a few years ago.”

“What happened to them?”

His eyes widened, not really willing to tell her what had happened to Elaine, so JD just gave her a smile and hoped it would distract her. “I'll come back and visit some more later. Maybe we can talk then.” She nodded, waving as he exited.

He ignored the heavy feeling in his heart and instead prepared himself for his next meeting with Dr. Cox. He was going to give that doctor the best damn wink and wave he'd ever have seen. Nothing would get in his way, not hurricanes, tornadoes, girl scouts, or even the Janitor. His resolve was invigorated, his bread was buttered, his... his... JD pursed his lips. He actually ran out of things, but shrugged it away and continued down the hall, imagining the interns flying this way and that because of hurricane JD.

Of course, that's when hurricane JD ran into hurricane Jordan and was swept away into nothingness.

“Dammit,” JD swore under his breath as the sight of Jordan and Dr. Cox fighting in the reception area. As if to throw salt in the wound, Jack was entwined in Dr. Cox's arms, giving the scene almost a happy yet dysfunctional family feel. Their argument appeared to be over as Jordan grabbed their son, smirking at her ex-husband before walking down the hall towards JD.

Starting to panic as she neared, he looked frantically around for a place to hide, and almost succeeded, but Jordan managed to grab hold of his collar and prevent him from moving. He smiled nervously at her, stilling looking for possible escape routes.

“So, DJ, I'm out of town for a couple of days and you find the balls to try to seduce my ex-husband.” JD squirmed in her grasp, surprised at the iron grip of just one hand.

“No ma'am, I did nothing of the sort.”

She smiled sweetly at him, rocking Jack idly with her other arm. “I don't know what you crazy kids call it these days, but listen to me.” Pulling him close enough so their faces were only inches apart, she stared him down. JD focused on keeping his lower lip still and not pissing his pants. “I worked hard to get Perry back, and don't think that I'm going to let a sissy little doctor even try to steal him away from me.” She backed away, finally letting go of him and walking away, Jack gurgling happily and none the wiser. “Not that you really have a chance.”

JD watched her saunter down the hall, his heart still pounding in his chest. He had been sure that he was a goner for a minute, and no one would've found his body since it had been incinerated by her glare. Groaning, he couldn't believe that he had forgotten about Jordan and Jack. Dr. Cox was getting farther away from him all the time.

“Wassup, JDizzle?”

He almost cried in relief when he saw his best friend walk up behind him. “My Chocolate Bear!” JD exclaimed, opening his arms to hug Turk, but stopped at the warning look.

“You know better,” he said pointedly, shaking a finger at JD.

“I thought we were past that,” he pouted.

Turk leaned in, looking both ways before saying, “That was before Carla said I had to stop because it made her feel funny.” At JD's look, he added. “And she threatened no sex.”

Nodding, he looked away, unsure of whether he should still be unhappy about Turk's participation in the bet. The surgeon sighed, clearly reading his mind and uncomfortable with the issue. “You know I feel bad about the whole bet thing, JD, but I really was trying my hardest to help you out. I'm still a little weirded out by the man crush.”

“I guess it's not really that anymore,” JD said, rubbing at his head in frustration.

“C'mon Vanilla Bear, I'll buy you some lunch.”

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“You know when you said lunch I was assuming something a little better than the cafeteria,” JD said, poking at his soup.

Turk waved a hand dismissively, “This is all I can afford.”

“Am I not worth a little more than this?” He batted his eyes at the surgeon, but Turk just snorted.

“Not with those medium scrubs. No one wants to see that.”

“Now your just jealous of my firm mutton-like butt.” JD stood up, doing a little turn.

Turk shielded his eyes, moaning in pain, “It burns!”

Pouting, he sat back down, deciding to finally try the questionable looking soup. “Do you ever wonder if the Janitor replaces the chicken with rubber?”

“No, because I'm not paranoid.” Turk grinned. “It'd probably be squirrel meat anyway.”

JD spit his soup back out and wiped his tongue off with a napkin. “Yuckie.”

“He's got to do something with all the squirrels he stuffs, right?” he said, but soon turned serious. “So, are you still serious about this whole Dr. Cox thing?”

“Yeah,” JD sighed. “But it's not really working out. Now Jordan's on my case.”

“Devil Lady?” His eyes widened. “Good luck, dude. You've really become like a brother to me, you know that right?”

“Just make sure you keep my funeral arrangements.”

“Track down Journey to play at the funeral, avenge you, hug position, set up a scholarship fund in your name that rewards hair product excellence,” Turk counted off, frowning when something didn't come to mind.

“Install a horse with a sword and tie it to my tombstone. Oh, and my tombstone needs to be a full-sized statue of myself, cast in bronze, preferably, and shirtless. Feel free to exaggerate my manliness.”

“Somehow I always forget those,” Turk shook his head. “So you're willing to go up against a demon to try to win Cox over?”

“Remember the candy necklace?” JD asked, pulling out the string around his neck. “That's got to mean something. And I'll fight to get whatever it means.”

“Real deep, JD. Real deep,” he replied, sitting back slightly. “I can't believe I'm going to help you with this.”

“Really?” he exclaimed. “Sweet! This is just like college all over again.”

“Except with a dude.” Turk shuddered, but continued. “So what have you all tried?”

Pursing his lips, JD wondered if he should show Turk the list, but you can share anything with best friends, right? Well, only occasionally girlfriends, and never candy. He reached into his pocket, producing his flirt list.

Turk took one look at it and burst out laughing. “Dude! These are so middle school, I can almost see your braces.”

JD covered his mouth, alarmed. “You swore you'd never talk about that! I only showed you the pictures because you're my friend and I needed that Saved By the Bell tape.”

“Sorry man, but these are special circumstances.” His laughter died down, and he tossed the list back. “Honestly, JD, Dr. Cox isn't a woman. Smiling, winking, and waving are going to be lost on him.”

“I never got to wave,” JD said, petulantly. “It might've worked.”

The surgeon rolled his eyes, leaning in closer. “You're going to have to start actually thinking about what Cox likes in women.”

“Evil?”

“Strong, stubborn, women who can mow him right over,” Turk nodded wisely, leaning back again. “Look at Jordan.” He pointed towards the lunch line, where Jordan was currently staring down the lunch lady and getting free food. “You're an idiot if you get in her way.”

As if to prove a point, Elliot walked right in front of Jordan, almost initiating one of her clumsy moves until a single look from the dragon stopped it in its tracks. JD could almost see Elliot quit breathing, just in case. At least he might see Jordan give her mouth to mouth, but that was a hopeful wish. Jordan would probably dance on her corpse.

“So you're saying I need to be domineering? I've kind of tried that when I went to his apartment the other night and—”

“Whoa. Stop there. I don't need any details. I only agreed to help.”

“Noted. Thanks buddy!” JD glanced at his soup, but decided it wasn't worth the squirrel risk. “I'm going to initiate Operation Become Like Jordan and Win Cox Over While Not Getting Killed by Jordan.”

“You're going to need more than luck.” Turk dug in his pocket, producing an Elvis do-rag. “The King will guide you.”

“Thank you, thank you very much.” JD did his best Elvis impression, but all he got was raised eyebrows from Turk. “Right.” He left the cafeteria, his determination riding high once again.

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Bypassing the heels and skirt since JD thought that would be going a bit too far, he instead sauntered around the hospital, trying to look like he owned the place. It was easy enough to do as he thought more and more about becoming the chief of medicine. He would finally get that respect he was always looking for and could build a throne in Dr. Kelso's office. Dr. Cox would sit on his right, feeding him chocolates as the nurses and doctors pleaded for better equipment, more beds, and extended disco hours. He would benevolently grant their wishes until a time came when he thought himself untouchable, bringing about a coup d'etat lead by Dr. Cox who would install a horrible dictatorship upon the hospital which was devoted to stroking his ego, but also gave cheap health care.

His beeper eventually shook away the disturbing idea of Dr. Cox standing over him, scapels and needles in hand as the world behind him blew up. He smiled when he saw it was his mentor, calling him into Jessica's room. Tying Elvis to his ankle, he entered the room, feeling pretty good.

“Ah, Newbie, so wonderful to have you grace us with your presence,” Dr. Cox greeted, causing JD to smile until he continued on. “I'm sorry if we interrupted you from powdering your nose. I know how important it is for you to keep up your look and girlish figure, but honestly, Isabelle, that boy you keep trying so hard to find is going to be such a disappointment when he sweeps in and decides to sweep back out with all of your money and dignity. But don't worry, patients will continue to die as you stare in the mirror, telling your cheeks to suck it in.”

JD bit his lip, wondering if this would be the right time to start trying to emulate Jordan. Why the hell not? “Well, Dr. Cox.” The older doctor turned, not quite believing he was being spoken too after a rant. “I'll have you know that I'm done taking all the girl crap you throw at me everyday.” His courage began to increase the longer the other man stayed quiet. “This is a new day, a day where I'm known as JD. Where I'm respected as a doctor.” JD glanced at Dr. Cox, noting his vein beginning to pound. He bit his lip to stop it from quivering, but continued on anyway, “Yeah, this is a new day. Um... Yeah. New day. Respect me?” He started trailing off as Dr. Cox turned to Jessica, who was minding her own business, and smiled wanly.

“Excuse us for a second.” He turned back to JD, his face red in full anger mode. JD already regretted trying out Turk's advice.

“Don't you usually pull the curtain at a time like this,” he asked weakly. “You know, so she doesn't get bloody?”

“Well, JD,” somehow, it was less than comforting to hear his name, “I want her to witness this dressing down, and don't you even take that in any positive way.” Dr. Cox glared at him, growling. “You want respect? Maybe after you stop smiling like an idiot or hiding around corners to spy on people or actually do something that can be re-he-motely considered laudable, the committee can consider it.”

“There's a committee?”

“Don't interrupt me again if you like to think you might have man parts, because I will rip out whatever equipment you have down there and decorate your head with them. This,” he waved his hands around between them, “is never going to work. Not until you stop whatever moronic campaign you're on and leave me the hell alone. I don't need added idiocy to your normal stupidity when I could barely stand it before.” Dr. Cox paused, glancing down and causing JD to wonder if he should cover his neck. Instead of biting it, the older doctor pulled out the string from his candy necklace and snapped it off. “And don't think that this means anything.” He snarled again, hitting JD over the head with a chart before shoving it in his hands and storming out of the room.

JD whimpered, almost able to hear his heart shattering and clanking to the floor, and even the Janitor's indignant snort when he had to sweep it away. Clapping sounded behind him, making him look forlornly over his shoulder. Jordan sat in a chair, smiling evilly. “Wonderful show, JD. You really could have at least tried to make a couple bucks off of it.” She stood up, her smile turning sickly sweet as she walked out the door. “I told you he was mine.”

He didn't even have the heart to glare at her, but just banged the chart against his head and wondered about his stupidity. “Don't be so hard on yourself.” He looked up and Jessica smiled weakly at him. “He didn't completely boot you out of the picture.”

“I think it sounded pretty definite,” JD sighed. “He even ripped off the promise necklace.”

“And you're just going to let it end there?” He looked at her like she had grown another head. “Don't you think that he thinks you'll back down? Well, what if you do the opposite? Fight back!”

“Jordan wouldn't have given up yet. She probably would've ripped his hair out and fed it to him,” he murmured, bringing out the glue for his heart.

“Atta boy,” she said. “I got a heart, by the way.”

JD smiled at her, his spirits and 120 watt smile returning. “Great! Now both of our hearts can start to mend. Although, I do think yours will do it a little faster, and probably better. I don't think I could get on the transplant list.”

“Yeah, I'm really glad. I'd give you my old one, but it's a bit broken.” She rubbed at her ribs, wincing. “I can't wait for the chest pain to go away.”

“I'll make sure to get a nurse in here to check on you.”

“Don't worry about it.” She winked. “Go get him, Tiger.”

“Rawr,” he growled, making a pawing motion before striding out of the room confidently.

Part Two

Working Hard

Thu, 03 May 2007 01:17:41 GMT

I've almost got the sequel to My Bet all written out, but it'll need heavy editing and revising. After being stuck for a few days, I managed to plug out eleven pages, but it's not quite done yet. It's a long baby.

In other news, I made a wallpaper! I got bored, so go check it out in my gallery if you feel bored too.

Finals are coming up in a week and a half, which means I'll get busier, but will probably opt out of studying to write instead. I'm so lazy...

This also means that summer is coming, and that means I'll be working third shift at the Cheese Hole. In other words, I'll work, sleep, and try to recover from work all summer. I'm not sure how much writing I'll get done then...

My Bet

Fri, 27 Apr 2007 23:22:30 GMT

Title: My Bet
Author: dark_samu
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairings: JD/Cox
Rating: R for some sexual situations
Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs in any way.
Summary: It all started with a bet.
Author Notes: This is inspired by scrubs_prompts, the first bet between Dr. Cox and Turk.

"Dr. Cox? I've been meaning to talk to you."

Dr. Cox whirled around at the voice. "Yeah, Gandhi? What is it?"

Turk paused. How to continue? "Look, I'm sure you've noticed that JD likes you... a lot."

Dr. Cox snorted. "For reasons beyond me. I guess his old man did a bad job, huh?"

Turk looked startled. "What do you mean?"

Dr. Cox now mimicked Turk's confusion, saying, "That would be why he's looking for a father figure, wouldn't it?"

Turk tried and failed to hold back a snicker. "Dude, he's not looking for a father figure. He's got a crush on you."

"Are you insane, Gandhi?"

"You don't believe me? Let's bet on it," Turk responded. "Flirt with him. Tempt him. If he doesn't respond within a week, you win. But if he does, you're mine."

"Fine," Perry all but spat. "I'll show you how ridiculous you are." Turk smiled smugly back at him, turning to leave, but he was stopped one more time. “What are we wagering?”

“Money is the language of love, right? Fifty dollars if I win. And you have to nicely give me a cupcake at lunch every day for a week.” Perry raised an eyebrow at him, Turk responding with a shrug. “Alright, I need some extra cash since Carla's birthday is coming up. I love cupcakes, and I know that forcing you to give them up is a deeper cut than digging out of your pockets for cash.”

“And if I win, I expect you to walk up and down the halls for an hour every day for a week, singing my praises.” He watched Turk's eyebrow raise, and mimicked the earlier shrug. “I love ego boosts.”

“Deal.” Turk reached for Perry's outstretched hand, almost falling over when it was pulled back.

“Woof.” Perry grinned at him. “Now get out of my way. Sami may finally find out who's baby she's carrying.” The surgeon stared at him, but just shook his head and left the break room.

Perry held up his grin until he was sure Turk wasn't coming back, then groaned and let his head fall back against the couch. “Dammit all to hell, Perry. The moronic things you get yourself in to.”

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Dr. Cox glanced over his clipboard, surveying JD out of the corner of his eye. Flirting can't be that hard right? It's not like his last date was... He frowned. When the hell was his last date? Jordan really must have got his testicles in the divorce agreement.

Might as well jump right in, and look for opportunity. “Newbie, come!” He watched the younger doctor jump and run over to him, falling in step as they walked into a patient's room. JD looked at him expectantly, and he rolled his eyes. “Pick up the damn chart, Linda, and tell me what's wrong with him.”

JD nodded, grabbing the chart and reading off, “John Ashbeck.” He looked up, smiling winningly at the unconsciousness man. “Good name choice, by the way.” Perry rolled his eyes, his mind still plotting other things. “He developed a skin rash, and is currently feeling headaches, fatigue, and muscle ache.”

It was time. He moved to stand behind JD, lowering his head to look over his shoulder. Dr. Cox was only inches away, and the smell of coconuts from his hair product was overwhelming. JD stiffened slightly as he reached over, deliberately brushing his fingers against the other doctor's when he grabbed the chart. “Run some blood tests, and make sure to look closer at the rash. We're probably dealing with a case of Lyme disease.” He glanced up, trying to figure out what was going on in the kid's head. There was a little bit of deer-in-headlights look, but something else was definitely underneath it. He frowned, denying that the black surgeon was right in any way, shape, or form.

When JD didn't answer, Dr. Cox whistled, startling him out of his stupor. “Right. I'm on it.” He scurried out of the room, with perhaps what could've been a slight blush on his cheeks, hopefully from some stupid fantasy involving unicorns, knights, or some other stupid thing. Perry stared after him, frowning.

“I'd hit that.” Perry whipped around, eyes opening wider as Mr. Ashbeck raised his eyebrows suggestively. He growled, storming out of the door to the nurses station.

“I know what you're doing,” Carla said, a note of unhappiness punctuating the words.

“Carla, you have absolutely no idea what I'm doing. Hell, I barely know what I'm doing.” He leveled a glare at her. “You better not mention this to anyone, under threat of your death.”

She snorted, crossing her arms. “Puh-lease. You couldn't kill me even if you wanted to. I'd floor you so fast, you'd still be wondering—”

“Go and admit yourself to the no-one-cares ward.” Perry leaned in closer. “You're little black surgeon is going to be joining my cult soon enough.” She still clearly wasn't impressed. “You just wait and see.”

“You know Bambi is the one who's going to get hurt in this,” Carla said, walking away from him.

“Sanja in no way possible has any feelings for me!” he shouted after her, causing heads to turn. “What are you looking at?” Snarling and in a foul mood, he turned to the nearest intern. “You have a total of eight seconds to find me that donut with chocolate glaze that I left in the break room. You don't want to know what happens if you don't get here in time.” The intern whimpered and ran off, bringing a grin to his face as he leaned against the counter and shouted the seconds down the hall.

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Perry groaned, leaning his head against the break room couch. When he saw his dark-haired protege enter the room with a load of paperwork, pause when he noticed him in here, and turn to leave leave, he let out a whistle, motioning JD to sit by the table and work on his mountain of paperwork. JD laughed nervously, sitting down and spreading out some paper.

Leveling a glare at the young doctor, Perry couldn't help but feel frustrated as he thought back on the last few days. Only one day was left to prove once and for all there was no way in hell that Newbie felt any love other than the fatherly type from him. At the moment, it seemed impossible.

During the first day, he tried all the casual touches, even managing to work himself up into patting JD on the head and earning a handful of goop. The blushes were easily ignored for various reason, but as he noticed JD staring at him more and more, that look in his eyes was getting harder to disregard.

On the second day, he had tried the gift idea. He willingly parted with his muffin at lunch, albeit he threw it at JD from across the cafeteria and managed to make it connect with his head. Remembering that JD liked candy jewelry, Perry tossed a candy bracelet at him in the break room, giving the excuse that some moron gave it to him for Jack, but since Jack wasn't allowed to have hard candy yet, he give it to Newbie, who was just at the right age to start trying it out. Of course, he had to deal with the kid flashing happy looks his way and nibbling at that bracelet the rest of the day.

JD was off on the third day, and he considered taking the kid out for a drink, but decided it wasn't worth the headache. So, he devoted this day to planning, and buying the kid a rose that was delivered to his apartment. With the thorns on, of course, bringing him a small amount of pleasure when he saw the bandaged fingers the next day.

Perry tried the whole gaze teasingly or lustfully thing on the fourth day, getting nothing but a nervous, jittery response anytime JD noticed. He supposed the look may have been nothing more than a glare, but it was hard to do anything else. After giving this up, he tried winking, which brought out the oh-my-god-he's-going-to-kill-me-painfully-and-slowly look before he ran away. He couldn't find JD the rest of that day.

He wore tight T-shirts during the fifth day. He did catch Newbie staring at him with that weird look on his face a couple times, but more disturbingly, he caught at least three interns, a nurse, another attending, the Todd, and the lunch lady also staring. Hell, even Kelso complimented him, giving him some kind of advice from his son before smiling that smile that makes Perry want to ram his head into walls.

Today he had worked on eating a Popsicle sexily, but JD never looked over at him. In fact, the kid had been avoiding him like the plague. With Gandhi giving him those smug give-me-your-cupcakes smiles anytime they were within thirty feet of each other, he was beginning to feel desperate.

Perry realized that by now, he had been staring at JD for a full ten minutes. The younger doctor glanced nervously back at him, trying to concentrate on his work and probably wondering if he was deciding how to cook him for later. Pretty soon, Perry was just going to give up on the subtle, drag the kid into a closet, and hope he would prove Turk wrong.

“Newbie, if you're just going to take up breathing space, then you might as well come over here and work on my shoulders.” JD looked at him questioningly, unsure of what to do. “I mean now Francine.”

Dr. Cox rolled his head back up when he was sure he would get that back massage he so needed. Hands gingerly wrapped around his shoulders, only lightly applying pressure at first. “I'm not going to break, so prove to me you have some muscle under those scrubs.” The pressure increased, causing him to close his eyes as JD began hitting the knots.

When he looked back on it, he supposed that it hadn't really been that bad. If Newbie really did like him, it would change the dynamics of their relationship in a way that Perry wasn't sure he was comfortable with yet. Sure, the kid annoyed him in the way that Jordan annoyed him before their relationship went shitty. That doesn't mean that—

Ooo. He held back a groan as JD moved up his neck and onto his scalp. Damn, he would have to have the kid do this more often. It's better than any headache medicine he's tried. His fingers moved slowly through Perry's soft curls, drawing out a sigh and causing him to relax even further.

It was because he was so relaxed, he'd tell himself later, that Perry didn't notice when one hand moved out of his hair and a mouth closed on his ear, suckling it gently. He'd keep telling himself later that he didn't notice as the mouth moved down, kissing his neck with a bit more fervor. Maybe he was still dazed when he turned his face toward that mouth and captured it.

Then Perry snapped out of it. He swore, getting off the couch and storming out of the break room, leaving a rather confused JD behind.

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Perry was sitting on the couch, finishing his third glass of scotch when he heard the knock. He knew it was JD, and had no urge to get up and answer it. He was still trying his best to ignore that image which was plaguing his mind and the sensation that refused to leave his lips. The knocking paused, throwing the apartment back into silence. He hoped for a second the kid left, but it was dashed away when the door knob was tried and opened. Cursing himself for not locking it, he poured another glass of scotch, deciding he would need a lot to deal with the kid right now.

JD stood in front of him, grabbing his glass away. Perry growled, but the other doctor already set it down on the table, far enough that he couldn't easily reach it. He looked away when JD opened his mouth to speak, deciding that saying nothing would confirm nothing. Especially not that he wanted the kid straddling him right now.

He paused, wondering when his fantasies started to feel so real, but realized JD really was straddling him, pulling his face toward his and locking their lips together. Maybe it was because he was still stunned, but Perry went with it, growling into JD's mouth when a tongue entered his. He pushed it out and asserted himself, trying to take over.

Moaning as he felt fingers curl around his hair and start stroking, he knew that control was going to be beyond him. His dick was already getting hard as JD moved against it, planting kisses down his neck until he reached his shirt. He heard a growl rumble against his throat and felt hands grabbing his shirt, pulling it off. JD bit at his nipples, making Perry's head roll back and his breath come out harder.

It was when he felt the button of his pants pop and his zipper being undone Perry finally managed to regain enough sense of the situation. He grabbed JD's hand, effectively stopping him and earning a slight whine.

“You don't want to do this,” Perry warned, grabbing JD's other hand as it tried moving stealthily toward his hair.

JD paused in his movements, staring at him, and burst out laughing. Perry growled, but relaxed his hold on the younger doctor's wrists when he tugged at them to wipe his eyes. The kid made no move to get off of him, and instead just shifted slightly against his dick. “I'm pretty sure I know what both of us want.”

Ducking JD's mouth as it tried to continue it's work on his chest, Perry pushed him off, standing up so he could get away. He scrubbed his face, all of a sudden tired. “No. No, you don't.”

“The accidental touches? The muffin? The candy bracelet? The somewhat failed attempt with the Popsicle? And that shirt was hott, by the way.” JD's eyes drifted over Perry's half naked form, making him turn away and zip his pants back up. “You weren't exactly subtle.”

“Just to let you know, Pamela, I wasn't trying to be.” Perry shook his head, starting to pace. “You aren't suppose to be interested!”

JD snorted, looking at him incredulously. “This is coming from Mr. Ego?”

“Oh-me-oh-my, Newbie. Aren't you just showing a whole new ballsy side!” He just needed to hit something. He glanced at JD, but he knew Carla would kill him if he bruised. Settling on the wall, he crushed his fist against it, hissing in pain. “You want to know what this really was all about?” Perry turned back around, stalking up to JD. “Your black surgeon boyfriend wanted to prove a point. He came to me saying these ridiculous things about you. Of course, being that man I am, I couldn't turn down the bet, and here we stand.” He gestured wildly, feeling on edge and ready to hit the bottle again.

Perry watched emotions play across JD's face, waiting for his response. He finally just looked up, his voice soft. “You did this because of a bet?”

“Shit, Newbie, yeah I did. I wasn't quite expecting it to turn out like this.”

He wasn't quite sure how it happened, but sometime after JD had gotten up, Perry had landed on his ass, his tail bone smarting from hitting the coffee table. JD just glared at him, his eyes shining in the darkness, and walked out the door.

Groaning, Perry laid on the floor, his back hurting from the fall and something else ripping at his chest. Not for the first time this week he wondered what the hell he got himself into.

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Turk was waiting for him, leaning up against the wall outside of the hospital. Dr. Cox snarled at him, a combination of frustration at the surgeon, JD, himself, and his lack of sleep. Holding out a fifty dollar bill, he started to walk into the hospital until Gandhi grabbed his arm. He tugged it away, giving him the best death glare he could manage.

“When I started this bet, I had hoped you would come to your senses,” Turk said, pocketing the money, but still not looking happy. “I was pretty sure you'd realize what you wanted, and it would help JD in the end. Now you've just confirmed everything I already knew about you: you're a self-absorbed ass who can't see what's right in front of him.”

Perry rounded on him, laughing. “You consider this helping Helena? You made a buck off of whether or not I could seduce her. Whoo boy, maybe next time I need gas money we should see whether or not you can get Barbie in the sack without Carla finding out.” He gave Turk a shit-eating grin before growling at him. “Leave me alone, Gandhi. At least I don't whore out my best friends.”

He turned away, stalking into the hospital with Turk calling after him, “At least I have some!”

It wasn't long until he was stopped again, this time by Carla and Elliot, who was standing behind the Latina nurse. “What do you two want?”

“I told you so,” Carla said, cocking her hips. “I told you Bambi would be the one who got hurt. And was I right?”

“Heck yeah!” Elliot chirped, shrinking back behind Carla when Perry glared at her.

“Amazing input there, Barbie. Way to stick up for a friend.” He clapped, ignoring Carla's angry look. “Your wifey outside already tried this, and oh, by the way, have you tried dealing with him yet? Or asked him how he's going to buy your present this year?”

Carla narrowed her eyes.. “Oh, he knows he's in the dog house. Don't think you can shift the blame.”

“Reese is a big girl now, I'm sure she can stand on her own two feet and even probably wear big girl underwear. If she's got a problem, then tell her to bring it to me.” He pushed past them, growling at anyone who decided to look his way.

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Somehow, Perry always ended up in the break room. The bet was in the break room, the massage was in the break room. He groaned, annoyed at his sore back and thinking about how good it'd be to get another massage. Shifting his gaze back to the TV, he did anything but actually watch it.

JD had been avoiding him all day, no surprise there, so when it was time for the cupcake hand off, Perry didn't have to see him. He grinned since Turk's satisfaction had been ruined by the souring of their bet, but it was harder than hell to do anything in this hospital when everyone was working against you. Carla had the nurses ignoring him, but of course it didn't end there. The kid seemed to have friends everywhere, so even his scare tactics didn't hold as much weight today. How the news got out and around so fast, it would always be a mystery to him.

Contrary to the patient load he was expecting, he actually had only a few cases today, leaving him up to his own devices. He was pretty sure Carla planned this so he would have to think or maybe even find JD and talk to him. Perry snorted when he thought about trying that.

He didn't know what the hell he felt for the kid. Somewhere deep in his emotional shell, Perry supposed that he was proud of JD for being a successful doctor. Past that, it got fuzzy. Digging that deep would dredge up other shit that was meant to be locked away. The session they had last night kept on popping into his head, making his stomach roll. He wasn't going to willing touch that with a ten-foot pole.

Perry sighed as he felt fingers work their way into his hair, but pulled away instantly, knowing who it had to be. “You were doing a good job of avoiding me. Why stop?”

The couch dipped next to him and JD stared at the TV, not willing to look at the older doctor's face. “Why did you agree to the bet?”

“Why were you just massaging my head if you're still mad?”

“Maybe so you wouldn't run away from your problems.” Perry snorted. “So why did you do the bet?”

“To prove a point? To have my name sung down the halls for a week? What answer hits your fancy better, Shelia?”

JD finally looked at him, his eyes unreadable. “Call me JD.”

“Whoa there Newbie, I don't know if I'm ready for that kind of relationship.”

Growling in frustration, JD got off the couch and stood in front of him. “See? That's what's wrong. If you wanted to mess up whatever we had before this stupid bet, then you can't expect everything to be okay.”

“Maybe Gandhi shouldn't have brought this to me in the first place if you wanted us to go along our merry little oblivious way forever.”

“Don't drag Turk into this. We're talking about you.”

“So you're okay with your friend betting on you for money and cupcakes? I know those chocolate ones from the store are ever so good—”

“Just shut up and listen,” JD cut him off. “This isn't about the money or the cupcakes that I'm sure my best friend feels pretty damn guilty for right now. This is about you. How you can't seem to understand just what's going on. Since I met you I felt something. Maybe hero worship or maybe it started out as wanting a father-figure. But you know what? At some point it turned into a physical attraction. And I know from last night that in some way you feel it too.”

Perry opened his mouth, but closed it again at JD's look. “You think that teasing me and bringing my hopes up is a game? Well, maybe you're more like the bastard everyone thinks you are. Who the hell knows? You don't let anyone ever really see what's going on!” JD kicked the couch, wincing a little. “So maybe you're afraid of commitment. Well guess what, so am I! I haven't been able to keep a girlfriend for more than a year, ever. Maybe that makes me less of a man, but who the hell cares! I don't know if anything would work out between us ever or even if you're remotely interested past sex, but you know what? I find it hard to care about it right now. Whatever happens in the future can't happen until we figure out what's going on today.”

Perry watched him walk away, breathing heavily. He wasn't sure if he should open his mouth, insult the kid for being so girly, and risk losing his head, or if he should just sit here and play it safe. It's hard to get away from your roots. “Well, Barbara, I've re-he-heally enjoyed this little heart to heart with you, but I am afraid to tell you that,” he leaned in to whisper, “this isn't helping your manly image out at all.”

JD sighed, shaking his head. “Yeah, that's what I thought you'd say.” He walked out, leaving Dr. Cox with a sinking feeling in his stomach.

“Damn it, Perry,” he muttered. “You're suck a jackass.”

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So here's the great Perry Cox, standing outside JD's apartment and staring at the door. Time wasn't an issue since he knew both Carla and Gandhi were pulling double shifts and he had the night off. The main unknown factor was JD, whether he was currently in the apartment or off sipping appletinis. Actually knocking and finding out didn't seem to be an option either. He figured maybe if he stared at the door long enough, the grain in the wood would spell out some word on how to deal with this mess.

Why the wood grain would tell him anything, he wasn't sure. It was probably the scotch talking to him now, which reminded him to take a sip from the bottle in his hand. Nothing came out, causing him to stare angrily at it until it would release it's magic liquid to him. Perry shrugged when the bottle decided to stay silent, dropping it to the ground. It rolled slightly, coming to a stop before he realized he was sitting on the ground watching it.

To say the last couple of days had been anything but worse than the normal hell would be an understatement. Relations at the hospital fell to a new low, but his patient load was now finding a new all time high. His lack of sleep wasn't improving his mood, which was earning him a whole new reputation.

Perry growled, glaring at the door and hoping it was in the direction of the kid. His interaction with JD has been lukewarm at best, coldly professional at worst. They couldn't exactly ignore each other when they were forced to work together, but that didn't mean JD wasn't hell bent on treating him like a stranger. This grated on his nerves more than he could have ever expected. And now the daily cupcake drop was getting worse since JD had rejoined his friends. He could care less about the three glares he got from Carla, Gandhi, and Barbie, but Newbie's look was something else.

Banging his head against the wall, he realized too late it was a door and someone had opened it. Perry laid on the ground staring up at this woman who had to be ancient, her face turning beat red. He frowned, briefly wondering if she had a fever, until he realized to his horror that he could stare up her nightgown all too well. With a well placed kick to the head, he was laying outside in the hallway again.

So, he stared at the wood grain harder, wondering if it would be different from this new sideways view. It did finally start to shift, causing Perry to groan when it revealed that dark-haired doctor he wanted to avoid. This made him wonder once again why he was sitting outside of that same doctor's door at two in the morning.

Wood-grain JD moved, opening his mouth and saying something or another, but the words seemed rather jumbled and fuzzy to Perry's ears. He rolled closer to try to decipher these words, but became worried when wood-grain JD moved out of the door and over him. He mumbled something to the effect of, “Holy shit, doors are attacking me,” but it didn't seem to repel the wood-grain doctor, so he decided it must be alright. His wrist was grabbed and he faintly felt himself helped up and into the apartment, and laid back down on something that was much softer than the hallway floor.

Perry was alone again, and realized he felt unbearably warm. Somehow he managed to stretch his shirt over his head and off one arm before rolling off the bed with a muffled groan. Now his arm and head were stuck in the shirt, but at least the ground was a lot cooler. He sighed, faintly recognizing a coconut scent wafting to his nose.

He felt the footsteps near him, causing him to roll over and wonder if the door was going to attack him again. His shirt was briefly jumbled with until it was pulled off with a grunt, clearing his vision in order to see the green-blue eyes staring at him.

Somehow, Perry connected them to his protege, which triggered his memory to show him what he had come here to do. Fumbling at his pocket, he wondered where he put it until he tried the other one. He grabbed it, extending his hand to the best of his ability and coming in contact with something warm. A hand grabbed his, and he felt himself slip in unconsciousness.

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Groaning, Perry cracked his eyes opened, instantly assaulted by harsh light. His head throbbed, causing him to roll over and bury his face into the pillow. He paused when he inhaled coconut, wondering what the hell had gotten on his pillow.

“Shit,” he muttered, hearing clanking sounds outside of the room. “Damn it. Damn it all to whatever hell Kelso runs and Jordan frequents.” Perry rolled on his back again, pushing himself up into a sitting position, and jamming the heels of his hands into his eyes. He realized by then he wasn't wearing a shirt and smelled rather horrible, but at least the pants were still on.

Out in what he assumed was the kitchen, he heard JD's voice yelling out the waffle song. Perry fell back onto the bed, covering his ears from the shrill noise, until he saw a cheery face pop into the room. He was pretty sure that anyone this happy in the morning should roast, only after being skinned alive and forced to watch whatever television show Jack enjoyed the most.

“Afternoon, sunshine.” JD grinned at him. Perry tried to glare, but he had a feeling it was a grimace more than anything else. “Waffle?” He tried to keep the glare up as the aforementioned waffle came into view, but JD didn't give him time to answer, and just threw it and hit him in the face. The younger doctor smiled widely at him again, passively-aggressively fighting his battle. “Oh, and Mrs. Krause from across the hall says that, after some reconsidering, she wouldn't mind taking you out for a night on the town. She has such sass!”

Perry pulled the sticky food off, his head still screaming at him and his back deciding to join right in. He growled, but rolled off the bed anyway, making his way to a chair in the kitchen. JD was waltzing around still singing, working on pouring some coffee before he sat down across from him.

“Coffee?” JD pushed a cup toward him, but Perry made no move to grab it. There was no telling what could be mixed in with the black substance, namely arsenic. JD rolled his eyes when he saw his mentor scrutinizing the coffee. “Do you think Carla would let us keep anything potentially harmful here? She knows all of our hiding spots too well.”

Finally, Perry just shrugged and downed the mug, ignoring the burning sensation as it slid down his throat. “Not the worst sludge I've ever had.”

“Thanks,” JD said before digging into his pancakes. His stomach rolled as he watched the kid down them and he had to look away by the third one. “So what brought you drunk to my door at two in the morning?” Perry's gaze moved back to JD. “Is it to insult me a bit further? Maybe another bet? I'm sure the Janitor would love to get in on it. He—”

“Newbie—”

“JD,” he cut the older doctor off.

“Fine. JD.” Perry rolled his eyes, too tired for this. “This bet was stupid.” JD snorted, causing him to growl. “I know that, you know that, Gandhi knows that. I'm a stupid ass for taking it on.”

“Everyone knows that,” JD agreed.

Perry growled at him again, leaning over the table. “Listen, if you want me to say anything, you better shut the hell up right now.” He sat back again, watching the kid set down his fork and do the same. He let his gaze wander for a moment, his mind still a bit addled from the hangover. “I don't know why I took it on. It sounded ridiculous to me. Well, we both know how that turned out now. A damn, stupid mistake.”

“Is that how you feel about it?” JD asked quietly.

“I don't know how I feel about it!” He pushed away from the table, the chair tipping over. “You want to know what's wrong with you? You expect me to be superhuman. Even though I second guess it sometimes, I am a mortal. A mortal whose life is in the shitter and job's going with it every day that we play this game. The only thing good for me is that damn hellhole hospital, and now you've taken that away from me. You think I'm egotistical? Well what about you.” He rested his hands on the table, leaning in as close he could to JD. “Somewhere in there, you like this little change that happened.”

JD glared up at him, his face turning red, before he stood up as well. “So now you think that I enjoy you playing around with my emotions?”

“Why the hell not if I play with you at all.”

Perry wasn't prepared for the scream that came out of JD, or the push that came along with it. His back spasmed in pain as he hit the floor, and he already knew there was no way he was getting up again. “So now Mr. Emotionless Pit thinks that I enjoy when he rags on me everyday?”

“Newbie—”

“I'm an accomplished doctor now, I think I'm a little past that!”

“JD—”

“Dammit, Perry, just because you can't feel doesn't mean that everyone else can't either! You know how much it hurt when you told me all this was a bet? After years of being under you, wondering what you felt, and figuring out that the time you starting showing some kind of interested was when you had some other motive underneath it?” Perry winced again in pain, both from his back and the words. “I'm still aching over it, and then you show up drunk at my door and start the yelling all over again.”

“JD!”

“What the hell do you want?!” JD yelled down at him, his eyes starting to water.

“You threw my back out.”

“Shit.” He scrambled over to the fallen man, unsure of what to do.

“Just get some ice packs and a couple aspirin,” Perry ground out, pushing him into action. At least this gave him some time alone from the kid, even if it was painful. JD drove him crazy in more than one way. He could even hear the worry in JD's footsteps as they ran around, gathering who knows what anymore. Perry just sighed, listening until they moved toward him again.

“Do you want to move to the couch?”

“Give me the aspirin,” he demanded, grabbing and swallowing them without water.

“We don't really have any ice packs,” JD said. “All I could find were these really old frozen peas and some Popsicles.”

“Just roll me over, and set them on my lower back.” JD complied, but it didn't make the trip any easier. His back protested the whole way, but finally began to quiet when the frozen food hit it. Perry sighed, closing his eyes.

“Sorry,” JD murmured, making Perry growl and open his eyes again.

“It's not like I didn't probably deserve it.”

JD laughed, sitting back. “You deserve to strain your back from my manly push?”

“More like your girly anger, Zoe.” The kid quieted again and Perry rolled his eyes. “Contrary to popular knowledge, the names aren't an insult. Embrace it and enjoy it. I don't use it on anyone else.”

“Oh.” He paused, and then laid down next to Perry so he could be eye level. “Sorry if I'm being pushy.”

Perry snorted. “Like you could push me into anything.”

“You are a egotistical jerk.”

“And you're a whiny girl.”

“At least I have one fine body that can draw any gender in.”

The older doctor rolled his eyes again, closing them when the headache started to increase. “JD, give it time.”

“You aren't getting any younger.” Perry snarled. “One push from me and your back gives up. I know I can beat you in a fight now.” He tried a glare, but his forehead wasn't willing to give the effort. “I'd wait.”

“I know.” He heard a crunch, making him crack an eye back open. JD had rolled onto his back, happily chewing away at a candy necklace. Perry sighed, wondering if throttling him right now could be passed off as a insanity plea later on. JD glanced over at him, smiling. Somehow, that smile was going to become contagious, but Perry was damn sure he'd never let it hit him.

“Thanks for the necklace.”

“Whatever.”

His Calm

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 16:24:25 GMT

Title: His Calm
Author: dark_samu
Fandom: Scrubs
Rating: R for blood, gore, death
Summary: He was finally calm. Redemption was coming.
Author's Notes: A bit graphic, especially at the end.

“Dougie, this better be good to have dragged me all the way down to the morgue.”

He watched as the older doctor looked around, clearly annoyed like usual. Shifting back and forth, he decided he was a little anxious, but it wasn't horrible. He had to do it, or nothing would be right in his life ever again. He needed this redemption. After all, he was an accomplished pathologist now, he was confident now, he was in control, he was calm.

“Well, Nervous Guy? I don't have all day to sit and watch you sweat or kill these dead people even further. I do actually have a worthwhile job that saves people's lives.”

Nervous Guy. Only this doctor could make him as nervous as he use to get. Could make him sweat and search frantically for a soda that didn't exist. Whimper when a blood test was bad, even though he couldn't do anything about it. He could feel the sweat trickling down his neck, but it wasn't from the jitters anymore. Now he was prepared. He was confident. He was calm.

“Of course, maybe you'll mess up so bad this time that one of them will actually come to life! Wouldn't that take some explaining. Hell, one could only hope that you'd be useful like that. God knows how many more patients have survived since they moved you.”

He fingered the scalpel, dragging the sharp edge across his finger and relishing the short stab of pain. The doctor's words couldn't hurt him any more. He was calm.

The doctor finally turned around, clearly annoyed by the silence, but that's when he saw light briefly glint off the scalpel. His face instantly changed, not quite yet nervous, but getting closer. The doctor realized he had been cut off from the door, and began to speak, but it didn't matter. He was calm.

He lunged at the doctor, barely scratching him at first, but still drawing the bright red blood out. The doctor dodged again, and ran for the door, but he had planned for that. It was locked, no way to get out. Never again would he have to search for that non-existent chart or soda. Never again would he have to get the blame for the bad blood work. Never. He was calm.

Now the fear really entered the doctor's eyes as he moved closer, wielding the scalpel high in the air. He enjoyed the change, relished it, and charged at him again. The doctor tried to sidestep the attack, but he had already planned for this. He was calm.

The scalpel dug deep into the doctor's side, eliciting a shout of pain and causing an eruption of blood. He smiled, acknowledging that living people always bleed so much prettier. The doctor groaned, holding his side and backing away slowly, now yelling angrily at him, but it never hit his ears. He watched as his victim backed into a table, and he lunged again, striking easily since the doctor's reactions were beginning to dull. This time he gouged out a chunk of his thigh, effectively taking the doctor down. He was in control, and he was calm.

There was a pounding at the door, causing him to glance up at the horrified face staring back at him. He ignored the frantic blue-green eyes and straddled the doctor, wiping at the wet substance on his face. His hold tightened on the scalpel and his heartbeat quickened as he lowered it and dragged it down the doctor's chest, not even wincing when the screams bombarded him. He couldn't feel anything, not when he was calm.

The glass in the door shattered, pelting him with the shards. He just shook it off and continued with his work, trying to show the doctor just how accomplished he was as a pathologist. People rushed through the open door, pushing him off the now quiet doctor. He'd never be bothered again by his angry words. He started to laugh as they shoved him into the ground, tears streaming down his face.

He was calm.

His Decision

Thu, 26 Apr 2007 00:52:54 GMT

Title: His Decision
Author: dark_samu
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Cox
Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs in any way or form.
Summary: He's made his decision, now he just has to wait.
Author's Notes: Inspired by Make Up Your Mind by Theory of a Dead Man.

I feel his eyes boring into my neck, and I try my hardest to ignore the urge to stare back and tell him what's really on my mind. Instead, I just scribble harder onto the chart, trying to make it look convincing and not like I've already written all that I can. I almost feel hurt when he growls and turns away, giving up on whatever point he was going to make.

Finally, I glance up at his retreating form, still waiting for him to make the decision. I've already made up my mind, as much sense as it ever makes when I think back on it. I set the chart down, laughing half-heartedly at the somewhat ruined sheet, but that's what doctor-chicken-scrawl is suppose to look like, right?

Carla tuts from behind the nurses station, and I still wonder if I can ever get in on the way she can do that minority finger shake and nasally voice. I dodge her disapproving look and place the chart on a towering stack, walking away quickly and readying myself to go to his apartment.

It's not like we haven't tried to break up. Having to see each other and work with each other the next day, week, month, and forever isn't really feasible and kosher with break ups. We always end up in a closet, whispering apologies and other not-always-sweet nothings as we begin to grope and make love marks. As much as we can't stand being near each other, being apart just drives us crazy.

I beat him to his apartment, which is no surprise seeing how he practicality lives at the hospital. The spare key slips in easily and I'm already shedding my backpack and clothes, falling onto the bed in exhaustion. After a minute of inhaling the musky sent of the bed, I get back up again, restless and worried that this might really be the last time.

Traipsing to the kitchen, I pull out a glass and fill it with ice cubes, knowing that a day can't be finished for Perry Cox until he gets his scotch. I set it down on the kitchen bar, grabbing the bottle of scotch and finishing the ensemble.

With nothing else to do but wait, I move back into the bed, lying face down. I try to bury my face deeper into the pillow when I hear the door open and slam back shut. The apartment is quiet again until ice clinks and scotch falls into the bottom of the glass out in the kitchen. The silence becomes almost unbearable, but I don't dare to move until I know he's done thinking everything over. Either he'll come and sit next to me, I'll pretend to sleep, and we'll make up, or he'll grab me by my hair and throw me out of the apartment, bare-butt and running all the way back to Turk's at three in the morning.

His steps shuffle around the apartment and the glass hits the sink. I hold my breath when the steps move closer to me, but I make sure to try to appear as relaxed and sleep-like as possible. The bed dips when he sits next to me, and I let out my breath slowly.

He's still quiet, but I'm still here. The bed shifts again and I'm alone, causing me to daringly crack open an eye. He's moved out of my eyesight, but I know that I'm already in the danger zone if he notices I'm still awake, so I just shut my eyes again and wait for the decision.

I suddenly feel him envelop me completely with his body, his sudden warmth and nakedness causing a shiver to escape from me. I curse myself silently, but he only nuzzles my ear and nips at it gently.

“Some days, I wish I hadn't met you at all,” he whispers in my ear, echoing our earlier argument. I just sigh, knowing that morning is around the corner and he's made up his mind.

Hello, Hello

Wed, 25 Apr 2007 14:26:16 GMT

I just wanted to get in one journal post to try these babies out before I decide to put up a fic. It's been a long time since I've actually been able to finish any fanfiction (mostly my laziness gets in the way), but I've been chugging along pretty well in a Scrubs fic. Of course, I'm having a bit of writer's block right now, so it's iffy when or if I'll every actually finish it. In the meantime, I do plan on putting up some other stuff. I have at least one short fic that's already done.

I'm still a newb, so sorry for any mistakes!

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