If only I did own Dr. Cox. Oh the fun I would have. But since I do NOT own him, I'll just write fanfic about him and stick him with JD. Cus that's fun too.

Also, it has been a looooong time since i wrote my las fanfic. Like a couple of years. So I'm still trying to relearn how to do everything. Like ad stories as sepperate chapters... yea... Y'all have fun!

CHAPTER 1

"So what do you look for in a man?"

JD promptly choked on his coffee. "Who say wha?"

Elliott pushed her bangs aside. "It's just – I mean – I met this guy and he's really sweet, and really smart, and reaaally hot, but after my last relationship I just don't know what I'm supposed to look for anymore. I mean he's funny and he compliments me, but so did my last boyfriend and I'm not saying -- ,"

"Elliott!" JD cut her off. "Why are you telling me this?"

Without pausing Elliott blurted out, "Because Laverne is on her lunch break and Carla is busy with a mental patient."

"Well I'm sure there are plenty of other ladies you can talk to about this guy."

"I know, but you're the best of them."

"Elliott, I'm not a lady."

"You're close enough."

"What the heck is that supposed to mean?!"

"There you are, Susan." interrupted the ever disgruntled Dr. Cox.

JD lulled his head back and rolled his eyes as he turned to face his mentor. "Dr. Cox, you're not helping."

"Good." Dr. Cox spat.

Elliott gave JD a shrewd smile.

"Now listen to me and listen to me good. Because there is now way in He-he-he-hell I am going to say this twice. I've been here for 12 hours. As of now I have a 41 year-old man with a hernia, his name is Bob. I have an 18 year old pregnant woman, (as apposed to a pregnant man,) complaining of back pain. Her name is Mercedes, and she owns a Volvo. And last but sa-hertainly not least, because heaven knows there will be more morons breaking themselves and coming here, I have an angry thug with a bullet in his leg. Turns out, the idiot shot himself. I frankly don't care about him, but unfortunately it is our job to fix his sorry ass.

I have not eaten in ten hours. I have been running purely off of caffeine and stress. My blood sugar is plummeting, I'm shaking like a chihauhau, and I'm seeing double. As if one Newbie wasn't bad enough. So as you can see, I am exha-ha-hausted."

Dr. Cox snatched the coffee from JD's hand and tossed the three patients' files at his face. "Now if you'll excuse me Janet, I'm going home, I'm going to eat, and I'm going to bed. Have a miserable night." And with that, Dr. Cox trudged off with his resident jacket billowing behind him.

JD stared after the eternally frustrated man.

"Oh and the other reason I asked you is because something tells me you like guys. I've noticed how you stare at Dr. Cox until he's out of sight."

As soon as Dr. Cox was out of sight, JD whipped around to face Elliott. "What? No I don't"

"You like him, don't you?" she cooed in a whisper.

"Pffffffft," JD waved off the suggestion. "You're crazy."

"Maybe, but I'm also right."

JD waved the files that Dr. Cox had given him, "I have work to do," and walked off.

"Don't worry," Elliott said as he did so, "I promise I won't tell."

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It was 3 days later and JD was sitting with Turk in the Cafeteria playing 'Find the Saltine'. They were on they're lunch break and Turk just couldn't find the cracker this time.

"Okay, seriously, I give up."

"C'mon Chocolate Bear, you can do it."

"Dude, do I even wanna know where it is?"

"Probably not."

Turk began laughing and slapped the tabletop with his hand.

A couple minutes later, Carla cam over and sat down across from JD. She leaned over the table to get close to JD and whispered, "JD, have you seen Dr. Cox?"

"No. Why?"

Carla opened her mouth to start gossiping when Turk suddenly popped up from under the table holding a Saltine. "Found it!" The men laughed and high-fived. Turk sat in the seat next to Carla's. "You were right, I didn't wanna know where it was but at least it wasn't where I thought it was gunna be." They both chuckled. Carla started to wonder about what had just happened but wisely decided against it.

She leaned across the table again and continued, "Dr. Cox was supposed to be in 6 hours ago. He's still not here." Now she had JD's undivided attention. "No call. No nothing. He just hasn't shown up."

"I knew he wasn't here. I've been covering all of his patients. I just figured he was out sick."

"D'you think Jordan finally lost it and ripped his sole out, tore it to pieces, put it in a blender, made a smoothie and drank it for breakfast?" Turk interjected.

JD shrugged. "It's quite possible, but even then, Dr. Cox would call to let the hospital know he's not going to come in… and that he needs an ambulance."

"Oh come on, you two," said Carla, "Jordan's not that bad."

"Not to you," Turk replied, "You're a married woman with a kid. She sometimes empathizes with women who know her pain. But most of the time she just tramples mens' egos until they feel as insignificant as a used hypodermic needle."

"Pisses me off," JD muttered to himself. Nobody seemed to hear him.

"Well," Carla began again, "we don't even know if it was Jordan's doing. For all we know he could be sick or even hurt."

"Someone should call him!" JD blurted out seeming somewhat panicky.

But it was immediately agreed that calling Dr. Cox would not be necessary, because at just that moment the aforementioned doctor burst through the cafeteria doors looking more furious than ever. The lines on his face were like gouges, his nostrils flared, and his lips were pulled back showing his gleaming teeth in twice his normal snarl.

Turk, Carla, JD, and the rest of the medical community that was familiar with the behavioral patterns of Doctorus Coxus could all tell that the man was much angrier that usual. And they all knew that in this state Dr. Cox was prone to unprovoked violence and the ruthless destruction of other peoples' pride and dignity. However there were a few people you were unfortunately not so enlightened.

The posse at the table cowered while they watched the angry beast storm through the room in slow motion. He passed through 2 interns and knocked the trays from their hands. He cut in line at the beverage counter, stole someone's cappuccino from the server and gave it's original recipient a look that that made him turn slightly pale.

Then, after shoving his way through the other hospital pons, Dr. Cox finally spotted JD and his friends. They could only watch in mild horror as Cox turned and stalked towards their table. As he approached, JD made eye contact with the man and felt a shiver run down his spine along with a sudden impulse to jump up and run for his life. But JD resolved to plant himself to his chair which turned out to be a very bad idea. Dr. Cox came to a stop next to JD, grabbed the back of his chair, hoisted it up, dumping the younger doctor onto the floor, spun it around and startled it.

"Thank you, Newbie."

"Don't mention it." JD squeaked, holding back tears. Looking up, he noticed that along with the look of absolute anger on Dr. Cox's face, there was also exhaustion. There were dark circles under his eyes, his breath reeked of coffee and possibly some alcohol, his hair was messy, and his skin was somewhat pallid. JD was about to ask if he was ok, but he wasn't quick enough.

Dr. Cox started talking in a bitter tone. "While you're down there waiting for your scrawny little but to stop throbbing, I would like you to tell me where the files for my patients are because, call it a hunch Scarlet, but something tells me that you jumped on my cases like a kitten to a butterfly.

"They're on Lavern's desk next to that mug that says 'cancer sucks' on it"

"Good kitty." Dr. Cox said and started chugging the coffee that he had snagged.

"And just where the hell have you been all day?!" Carla yelled. "We were starting to worry."

"We were?" asked Turk. Carla elbowed him in the ribs.

Dr. Cox finished off the coffee in huge gulps and looked at Carla. He sighed and ran his free hand over his face. "It's been a very hard couple of days for me. And it's not getting any better. I'd really rather not talk about it or I think I just might kill someone." He got up from his chair, reached across the table, took Turks coffee, and left.

Turk normally would have protested, but something about Dr. Cox's mood today just made it seam like a mad idea. So he let it go.