Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs or anything Scrubs related. Writing just for fun!
This is my first scrubs fanfiction and also the first slash story I have ever written. I hope you guys like it!
"Dr. Cox?"
"For the love of all things hockey related, what?"
"I have a case that involves an obese child. He is having some serious heart problems and he has developed diabetes. The kids only twelve. I tried to talk to both him and the dad about a serious lifestyle change, but neither one seems to be listening to me. I was wondering if you could maybe talk to them."
"Dear God! You did not just interrupt the first chance I have had to have any time to myself so that you could ask me to help you have a chat with some fatty! I know that you still make a mess in your pants sometimes but the pull-ups have got to come off sometime. Dammit, Mary Ann. I have held your precious little hand for long enough. If you're having trouble getting through to a patient you can try harder, give up, or go find one of the other sniffling members of your little pussy posse, but this is the last time that you're gonna come runnin to me! Now out. Out. Out. Out."
"But—"
"No buts, just go."
J.D. turned on his heel, making a hasty step toward the door. In his mind he replayed every time he had come to Dr. Cox for help, most of them ending like this. His day was already going rough, he didn't need this.
"You know what Dr. Cox. I've had enough of your belittling, condescending attitude. I don't deserve to be treated like a child. So far today I have lost two patients, told three others that there was nothing more we could do, been called seven different girls names, had the Janitor trip me, hit me in the knees with a mop, throw me in a dumpster, and squirt ammonia in my eyes, again. I am working a double and I still have another nine hours left in this place. When I'm finished here I get to go home to my tent, which now has a giant hole in the side from a roving band of raccoons. Not to mention the fact that my bike, Sasha—"
"Shut it, Nancy. You're not the only one with problems. Look around. Most of the patients on this floor aren't gonna walk out of here. Their families are watching them wither away. The patients that have a fighting chance have pain, medication, physical therapy, and medical bills to look forward to. The nurses are over worked, underpaid, and under appreciated. The doctors work on too little sleep and too much caffeine. Colonel Doctor is going through a nasty divorce and custody battle that it appears as though he's going to lose. Ted sleeps in the same bed with his mom, even though he has his own room. We all got problems, some worse then others. But here's a big old newsflash for ya. No one cares about your problems so why don't you go ahead and just wait until you get home and then you can just go ahead and cry your little ol' self to sleep."
"Would it really kill you to at least once in your life talk to someone as though they were a grown human being? You're a great doctor, but you suck as a person. There are so many people that look up to you and value what you have to say. And let me tell you, you just lost one."
"Finally some peace. I feel as though I should make you a nice card. Maybe something along the lines of 'Congratulations on moving beyond the training bra. You're such a big girl.' That's right, Clarabelle, run and cry to your big, bald boyfriend. Boo Hoo!" Dr. Cox said with a big grin on his face while jumping up and down.
J.D. turned and stormed off to the on call room to cool down. As Dr. Cox watched J.D. storm away, he placed his hands upon his head, letting out a deep sigh. He was so damn pissed at the kid. How dare he talk to Dr. Cox like that? But at the same time he new the kid was right. He had probably overreacted. All the kid had wanted was to be sure that he was doing what was best for his patient. Dr. Cox knew that while being goofy and immature a majority of the time he was one of the best doctors in this place, always trying to do his best, trying to do what is right. That's something Cox has to struggle to do everyday. What was the hardest to take in was J.D. renouncing his title as Cox's shadow. While the kid had succeeded in annoying the hell out of him, he felt good being the one that J.D. always turned to. As much as he hated to admit it, he didn't mind the kid always following him around, hell, he even kinda liked the kid.
There was nothing he could do about it now. J.D. would probably come running back in a day or two. He made his way over to the couch, settling in to watch his stories.
It had been about four months since J.D. and Dr. Cox had their falling out and Dr. Cox had to admire the kids devotion. J.D. had stuck to what he said. He no longer followed Dr. Cox around the hospital like an abandoned puppy looking for a home. He hadn't come to Dr. Cox once for advice. He only spoke to him when necessary and even then his voice was filled with indifference, as though he had never even cared.
Dr. Cox, of course, had taken to his usual style of belittlement, clapping when J.D. walked past while shouting things such as, "Oh, would look at that. I give the whole performance a five. He was a off to a shaky start and he still hasn't grown a pair, but by god, he sure as hell stuck that landing. Lets him gave a round of applause folks, he's workin hard to keep up that girly physique. He…"
"Let it go Dr. Cox. He's gone and he's not coming back."
"What do you know about it? Hmmm, Blondie? Oh that's right. You and her have this lovely little on-again-off-again thing.
Well unlike with you, he can't live without me. He kid is completely helpless. He needs me to function. He's gonna come
crawlin back soon. The kid's been way to annoying to just leave cold turkey."
"I meant he was going home for the night."
"Oh, right."
"Just admit it. You miss him. You got some sort of twisted enjoyment out of his worship. You've been walking around here the past six years on some sort of odd ego driven power trip. You're like some crazed delivery man running through my house stripping your clothes off because my mom told you that she wanted a closer look at your package."
"Huh."
"She of course ended up running off with him. She got a block away though. He had to make another delivery and my mom discovered that he didn't have any money."
"Right, so disturbing insights to your mother's sex life aside, I don't miss him. What reason would I have for missing that whiney, spineless, mess of a little girl."
"Whatever you say."
Elliot grabbed her patients chart as she walked off down the hallway.
Carla stepped toward Dr. Cox.
"You're not fooling anyone. You actually like Bambi."
"No, I don't"
"Yes you do. If you didn't care then you wouldn't be putting so much effort into continuously torturing him."
"I do it for fun, mostly. And I get an odd warm and fuzzy feeling from his misery."
"Bullshit."
"No, it's true. It really is."
"Whether you admit or not, I know that you care about J.D. and what he thinks of you. It's killing you that he can just remove himself from you so easily. I know you and I know J.D. Neither one of you has been happy the past four months. Just apologize to him."
"You're right Carla. It is killing me and to tell you the truth I love the kid."
"Really?"
"No, but I really do care about him."
"Seriously?"
"No."
"I hate you."
"Yeah. I get that a lot."
"I know that the kid he was having problems with got admitted again this morning. I'm sure that if you help him out he will be your little shadow again."
Dr. Cox walked into the on call room to find J.D. lying face down on one of the beds.
"Hey, Joanna. I here that you are in de-esperate need of some help convincing that obese child and his father that they need a lifestyle change."
J.D. lifted his head up off the pillow, looking at Dr. Cox with red, puffy, pitiful eyes. He sat up slowly as Dr. Cox peered, puzzled, down at him.
"Wow. You really are an ass." J.D. said as he stormed past Dr. Cox.
"Wait. What did I do?"
J.D. didn't look back as continued to make his way down the hall. At that moment Elliot came around the corner. J.D. bumped into her, both falling to the ground. After a mumbled apology J.D. quickly scrambled to his feet and continued on his way. Elliot looked up to find Dr. Cox standing by the on call room with a bewildered look on his face. She made her way over to him.
"What did you do? You big jerk"
"I have no idea. I only offered to help with his obese pediatrics patient, and Sally flipped her lid."
"That's because that kid was brought in having slipped into a diabetic come, he then went into cardiac arrest. The kid died twenty minutes ago."
"Oh."
"Let me guess. You didn't just offer to help him, did you? You probably had to mock him in the process, didn't you?"
"Maybe."
"You've done some pretty awful things to him before, but I never thought that even you would that big of an ass. J.D. is going through a really tough time right now."
Elliot turned and walked away. Once again Dr. Cox was left standing alone with only his thoughts and his guilt to keep him company.
Dr. Cox stood outside the Alibi bar. It was one in the morning and he was in dire need of a drink. This was the one bar in town that he wouldn't run into anyone he knew. It was conveniently located on a dirty street that had very little, if any traffic. The only buildings around it were abandoned and condemned. This was the perfect place to come to if you were looking to disappear and get away from it all.
He looked down the street in both directions. A bum laid passed out on a grungy blanket half way down the street and a little further on there was a lady, who Dr. Cox was almost positive was a prostitute, walking. Other then that he saw no one. He made his way in through the heavy door. Without even looking around he made way to the bar. After grunting out a greeting to the bartender, he said in a low, gravely tone, "Scotch."
He then proceeded to stare at mirror behind the bar. He sat starring at his pathetic reflection for the next half hour, sipping his scotch and throwing back a shot or two. There was a sudden commotion at the other end of the bar. He looked up to see none other then J. D. arguing with the bartender. Dr. Cox stood, making his way unsteadily toward the two.
"Sir, I'm sorry but I'm going to have to cut you off."
"Doya have any idea who I yam. I'm a friggin doctor!" J.D. slurred out.
"Newbie?"
"Oh would ya lookie here. If it isn't the magnificend Dr. Cox. Everyone bow down to him and all his might." J.D. tried to bow but he ended up stumbling forward onto a table. Dr. Cox took a step forward in an attempt to help him up. He laid his hand onto J.D.'s shoulder. J.D. quickly shrugged it off pulling upright, looking right into Dr. Cox's eyes.
"You don't get to touch me. I came to you needing help and all you could was make fun of me. Then after I was finished following you around you continued to be a giant jackass. Finally after my patient dies you come in and rub it in."
"Newbie, I had no idea that the kid had died. I was seriously coming to apologize. I genuinely wanted to help."
"You just can't stop, can you? You have a real problem you know."
"You are so wrapped up in yourself and your emotions that you don't even realize what's going on with those around you."
"Ha! You say I'm the one wrapped up in myself; you couldn't even take five minutes to help me! You are a sad, narcissistic, miserable person."
"Maybe if you had you had tried to truly reach out to that kid then things would have gone differently."
"Don't you dare say that! It was just as much your fault as it was mine."
"I wasn't his doctor now was I. You are a resident now you need to be able to stand on your own two feet. If you still have to rely on me then maybe you weren't cut out to be a doctor."
"I don't need to take this shit from you anymore. You are not my superior. I hate you." J.D. spit out the final three words with such ferocity Dr. Cox actually stumbled back a few steps. J.D. made his way toward the door. Dr. Cox stood silently for a few seconds, the vicious words still stinging.
"Newbie? Wait, I didn't mean it!"
J.D. stopped dead in tracks, turning around so swiftly his face almost met the floor.
"It's a little too late. You have gone too far too many times. There's no taking it back. All of this is your fault!"
With a final crushing glare J.D. threw open the door and stepped out into the harsh night.
"Newbie?"
Dr. Cox stood motionless for a few seconds before making his own way to the door.
"Sir? You need to pay for you and your friend."
"Fine." Dr. Cox reached into his back pocket pulling out several crumpled up hundreds he had shoved in there before leaving home. He slammed them down on the Bar. "Keep the change."
He ran out the door, looking around wildly for a clue as to where J.D. had gone. He couldn't see him anywhere.
"Dammit!" Dr. Cox cursed loudly, voice filled with rage. He was so pissed at how had handled the situation. J.D. didn't deserve that especially not in his current condition. Dr. Cox began to walk back toward the bus stop when a scream that sounded a lot like J.D.'s erupted from the alley, making his blood run cold. He tore off in the direction from the scream had come. What he found made his heart stop. J.D. has pinned against the wall, blood coming from a cut on his cheek, nose bleeding, lip split, knife to his throat. On the other end of the knife there was a large bald man with a tattoo of a scorpion on his neck. Behind him there were two others. One wearing a leather jacket and ski mask, knife clutched tightly in his right hand. The other had a scar that curved from above his left eye down to his jaw. Dr. Cox noticed the gun that this third man was casually pointing at J.D.
Dr. Cox felt a scream tear from his body as he watched Tattoo Guy jam the knife viciously into J.D.'s side. The three men all looked up at him. Leather Jacket took several steps forward, knife raised. Dr. Cox balled his fist and swung maliciously, knuckles connecting with jaw. Leather Jacket went down. Dr. Cox took a step toward J.D. and the other two men. The blood was pounding in his ears, his head light, thoughts clouded. He noticed an odd pressure in his chest. Looking down he was astonished to find a knife handle sticking out of the left side of his chest. Leather Jacket was back on his feet. He threw a hard left hook knocking Dr. Cox to the ground.
Leather Jacket put a foot directly on Dr. Cox's sternum, reaching down he yanked the knife out. The pain finally hitting him he let out a bloodcurdling scream. Turning over on his stomach he began to crawl toward J.D. who appeared to be sobbing. He felt a sudden jolt in his side as Leather Jacket began kicking his ribs. All he could was lie helplessly on the ground as he watched Tattoo face stab J.D. over and over and over again. Scar Face was waving the gun about wildly. Focusing it on J.D. then on Dr. Cox, once again moving it toward J.D.
Dr. Cox began to notice the fuzziness on the edge of his vision, Leather face still going at his side. His breathing was fast and uneven. He was beginning to lose grip on what was happening. Everything seemed foggy. He suddenly noticed that Leather Jacket had stopped. He could hear the men talking, but he couldn't make out what they were saying. He could also hear his own ragged breathing and the soft whimpers coming from J.D. The sound he heard next would be one that would haunt his dreams for years to come. A single gunshot. He looked up to see the men running. He glanced at J.D. just in time to see him sliding down the wall, bloody, eyes wide with pain and terror.
"J.D…" He was suddenly overwhelmed as the fuzziness turned into full on darkness.
Right. So there that was! All I can hope for is that you got some sort of enjoyment from that. Please review. I am open to all reviews. Was there something that was good? Was there something that sucked? Was there something that could have been improved upon? Got any ideas? Let me know! ;)