AN: #22 in The Great One-Shot Expulsion series. Haven't posted anything for GOSE in a while. Thought I'd feed it a couple of stories (just a couple, so as not to clutter up the Scrubs page...For some reason I just can't make myself post these all in one fic as chapters). Anyway, enjoy!

Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Scrubs. I do not own the characters of the television show Scrubs.

Pimp Cane:

"Angela, this cane you picked out for me is so not working."

JD looks up from the chart in his hand, swallowing a giggle as Perry limps towards him.

"Why, Doctor Cox, whatever could be the problem with your brand new, oh-so stylish cane?"

Perry raises the object in question as he stops in front of the younger man, gripping it like a baseball bat. JD does not flinch in the least.

"Flames, Newbie?" he whines with disgust, glancing at the cane as if it is a dead opossum. "Purple flames?"

"It makes you look like a pimp," JD counters with a shrug, biting the inside of his cheek.

"It makes me look ridiculous," the older man nearly shouts, slamming the offending object on the nurses station. "And if I have to walk in on another gaggle of interns squawking about how much I look like that doctor from tv—"

"Doctor House."

"—I think I may just put this thing to good use! And, trust me, Amber, you will be my first victim." Perry grabs the cane and starts to limp away furiously.

"Well, if someone hadn't nearly tore a tendon playing basketball," JD mutters under his breath, causing the other man to whirl around.

"What was that?" Perry snaps.

JD swallows, raising his eyebrows as he wracks his brain for a distraction. "I was just saying that...I wonder where the nearest supply closet is...That cane, it's...irresistible."

Perry stares at him in disbelief for a moment before growling low in his throat and starting toward the younger man. JD raises the chart in his hand like a shield, yelping as Perry fists the collar of his scrubs and yanks him down an empty hallway.

"You sure you're up for such...strenuous activities in your condition, Per?" he squeaks with a wheeze as the older man gives his clothing a particularly rough tug.

"I don't really plan on doing much of the work, there, Carol," Perry mutters, shoving JD into the Janitor's supply closet.

AN: Yup. :)