Scrubs ficlet
Feb. 9th, 2007 09:09 pm![[personal profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/user.png){kind=small}
obsessioncalledSo the migraine never really, you know, became a full-blown migraine. Just a not-that-bad headache. Huh.
Anyway, boredom resulted in this:
Title: Medium Scrubs
Author:![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
frejasanne
Word count: 574
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Cox
Author's notes: Well. This was totally unexpected and a result of crippling boredom (which, in turn, was a result ofmaccadole not getting her ass online already). Un-betaed, and since Word is being randomly evil, it's not spellchecked, either. <.< Oh well. Oh, and excuse the lame title :P
Disclaimer: Don't own; don't sue.
At first, JD wasn’t sure what had happened. One second he was walking along the hall of the hospital, heading to check on one of his patients, and the next, he was in a supply closet, a hand covering his mouth and an arm around his torso. Who the hell...?
“Lilian, listen to me.” Ah, dr Cox, then. “I’m going to let you go, but if you scream or blow your rape whistle or anything equally as annoying, you will regret it.” JD wondered in passing exactly how the hell dr Cox knew that he carried a rape whistle, but he decided now was not the time to think about that.
Dr Cox’s hands were removed from his body (and while JD was happy not to have his mouth covered anymore, since it had made it a bit difficult to breathe, he wouldn’t have minded the one around his chest remaining a while longer), and JD turned to face him, with some difficulty. These supply closets seemed much smaller that usual when there were two people in them.
“Dr Cox, what...?”
“Newbie, shush. I’m going to assume this will never be mentioned in public, ever again. Or in private, for that matter.” JD nodded, deciding he’d better not interrupt the other doctor right now.
However, when nothing else came, he decided to take the plunge.
“Dr Cox, what’s going on?”
“I... Well... Oh, dammit. Something makes you look different. I’m not sure what, but –-“ Dr Cox suddenly grabbed JD’s shoulders and crushed their mouths together, seemingly to cut himself off from going off on a rant, probably one much less littered with girls’ names and various insults than the usual. JD didn’t react at first, simply because he was so surprised; he just stood there, dr Cox still kissing him. Then he realized that that was exactly what was going on: Dr Cox was kissing him. He responded to the kiss, perhaps a bit too eagerly. Dr Cox didn’t seem to mind, however.
At last, JD had to pull back, after reminding himself that that oxygen thing might be good, as well. Even though being kissed by dr Cox wasn’t that lousy an alternative. Suddenly, JD realized something.
“It’s my scrubs.”
“What?”
”I’m wearing medium scrubs.” Dr Cox backed as far away from him as the small space allowed, and looked him over.
“Well... Then I suppose that’s it.” JD noted how un-dr-Cox-like he sounded, but then again, after what had just happened, maybe that wasn’t too weird.
“So...” JD said, unsure of how to actually continue.
“Barbara, you re-he-heally had better not tell any of your little friends about this at your next manicure appointment, because if you do, I will make you regret it.”
He grabbed a suture kit off one of the shelves, and left the room, lab coat swirling. He slammed the door shut after himself, and JD jumped at the sound, quickly grabbing something from the shelves at random for an alibi (it turned out to be a central line kit) before he, too, left the room.
As he was walking along the hall again, he remembered the last thing dr Cox had said. He wondered exactly how dr Cox planned to make him regret it if he did tell anyone. The older doctor had probably not meant anything by it, at least not in the way JD hoped he had, but still... JD couldn’t help but hope.
Q out.
Anyway, boredom resulted in this:
Title: Medium Scrubs
Author:
frejasanneWord count: 574
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Cox
Author's notes: Well. This was totally unexpected and a result of crippling boredom (which, in turn, was a result of
maccadole not getting her ass online already). Un-betaed, and since Word is being randomly evil, it's not spellchecked, either. <.< Oh well. Oh, and excuse the lame title :PDisclaimer: Don't own; don't sue.
At first, JD wasn’t sure what had happened. One second he was walking along the hall of the hospital, heading to check on one of his patients, and the next, he was in a supply closet, a hand covering his mouth and an arm around his torso. Who the hell...?
“Lilian, listen to me.” Ah, dr Cox, then. “I’m going to let you go, but if you scream or blow your rape whistle or anything equally as annoying, you will regret it.” JD wondered in passing exactly how the hell dr Cox knew that he carried a rape whistle, but he decided now was not the time to think about that.
Dr Cox’s hands were removed from his body (and while JD was happy not to have his mouth covered anymore, since it had made it a bit difficult to breathe, he wouldn’t have minded the one around his chest remaining a while longer), and JD turned to face him, with some difficulty. These supply closets seemed much smaller that usual when there were two people in them.
“Dr Cox, what...?”
“Newbie, shush. I’m going to assume this will never be mentioned in public, ever again. Or in private, for that matter.” JD nodded, deciding he’d better not interrupt the other doctor right now.
However, when nothing else came, he decided to take the plunge.
“Dr Cox, what’s going on?”
“I... Well... Oh, dammit. Something makes you look different. I’m not sure what, but –-“ Dr Cox suddenly grabbed JD’s shoulders and crushed their mouths together, seemingly to cut himself off from going off on a rant, probably one much less littered with girls’ names and various insults than the usual. JD didn’t react at first, simply because he was so surprised; he just stood there, dr Cox still kissing him. Then he realized that that was exactly what was going on: Dr Cox was kissing him. He responded to the kiss, perhaps a bit too eagerly. Dr Cox didn’t seem to mind, however.
At last, JD had to pull back, after reminding himself that that oxygen thing might be good, as well. Even though being kissed by dr Cox wasn’t that lousy an alternative. Suddenly, JD realized something.
“It’s my scrubs.”
“What?”
”I’m wearing medium scrubs.” Dr Cox backed as far away from him as the small space allowed, and looked him over.
“Well... Then I suppose that’s it.” JD noted how un-dr-Cox-like he sounded, but then again, after what had just happened, maybe that wasn’t too weird.
“So...” JD said, unsure of how to actually continue.
“Barbara, you re-he-heally had better not tell any of your little friends about this at your next manicure appointment, because if you do, I will make you regret it.”
He grabbed a suture kit off one of the shelves, and left the room, lab coat swirling. He slammed the door shut after himself, and JD jumped at the sound, quickly grabbing something from the shelves at random for an alibi (it turned out to be a central line kit) before he, too, left the room.
As he was walking along the hall again, he remembered the last thing dr Cox had said. He wondered exactly how dr Cox planned to make him regret it if he did tell anyone. The older doctor had probably not meant anything by it, at least not in the way JD hoped he had, but still... JD couldn’t help but hope.
Q out.