A fight with Turk causes carla to make a bad descision
kinda angsty, prolly more than a little OOC, but its my first fanfic ever, so be nice. Theres not too much of a plot and some characters might not show up, only because I don't want to embarrass myself at how poorly I portray them, so, sorry about that, this might turn mature in some later chapters, but I haven't decided yet, definitely romance (not between who you'd expect) might be AU due to that, (hint: carla/OC) ;) hehe, don't judge me, there's not nearly enough interaction between two certain characters, but I'm not going to go into that too much right now, so, read, review, enjoy :)
Disclaimer- Don't own them, but i wish I did
a/n: also, my carla kinda overreacts a little much, but that needs to happen for the story to work. and finally..the bolded "coxian" parts are dr. cox being ignored by turk and j.d. The italics by themselves are thoughts and there is not a specific POV for this chapter
okay seriously, on with the fic
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-wr33
okay, one last thing. sorry, sorry..but it's important. I'm just letting everyone know that I'm going down to the beach for like a week, so I might not get a chance to update for a while seeing as there's no internet down there, but I'll work on the second chapter whenever I get a chance :)
"Great," Carla thought irritably, raking a comb through her hair. "I'm going to be late again."
With one last flustered look in the mirror, she gathered up her bag and strutted out of the bathroom.
"Turk! Are you ready yet?" she called out distractedly
"Yeah baby, I'm coming, just give me one…minute"
Carla looked up curiously at the tone of his voice to see him struggling to put on one of her larger pink scrub tops.
"Turk, what the hell!" she cried out angrily
"Baby!" a startled Turk began cautiously "this isn't what it looks like.."
Carla glared at him furiously" Turk, I can't even begin to comprehend what this looks like..so, why don't you explain to me yourself why you are trying to squeeze into my scrub top right this minute or..I can guarantee that that shirt will be the last shirt you'll ever need. Do you wanna know why that is?"
Turk looked up reluctantly and nodded slowly
"Because you will never need to take your clothes off around me ever again. Do I make myself clear?" she smiled sweetly
He nervously glanced over at the Latina nurse who was beginning to jut out her hip at him and laughed tensely
"Carla, its just a little bet" he stated with a shrug
"And what, 'bet', could this possibly be?" Carla asked dangerously.
Turk avoided her eyes and mumbled to himself
"Turk!" he jumped and started again, louder, "Well, me and vanilla-bear were talking.."
Flashback to Cafeteria
J.D. was lost in thought as he stared at a bent over Nurse Tisdale.
"Dude? Are you okay?" Turk asked him suspiciously turning around
"Wha-oh yeah, I'm fine c-bear" He replied distractedly
"You don't look alright man, what's up?"
"Well, it's a little weird..." J.D. trailed off
"You are a little wierd" Turk pointed out
"What're you talking about dawg? The J-Dizzle is so cool you could make ice cubes off of me, you know, if you wanted to"
"You're so white it's a little bit sad" Turk smirked shaking his head
"That's not true my negro amigo" J.D. objected stubbornly
"Whatever man, but seriously, what's wrong?"
"Okay, fine, but don't laugh" he gave in hesitantly "Ever since we started working here, I've always wondered..what it'd be like to wear women scrubs, you know..just to try it out"
He looked up at Turk expectantly, preparing to be mocked
"Dude, what in the hell are you talking about?" Turk provided, chuckling "Are you having a gay day or something? Since when have you wanted to cross dress?"
"Turk, I'm serious" J.D. argued "Haven't you ever thought about it? They look so comfy. I bet they're made from cotton sewn by angels." he said dreamily tilting his head. Before he could slip away, Turk banged on the table. "Stay with me man, I don't have time for this today"
"Why not S.C.B.?" J.D. asked dejectedly "You always have time for my fantasies"
Turk rubbed his face tiredly "Well, I have an arm reconstructment in like 15 minutes. Some jackass thought it'd be fun to explore the inside of a blender"
"Ouch" J.D. winced
"Yeah, I can't wait" Turk exclaimed rolling his eyes
Figuring that he'd successfully changed the topic, he continued eating his lunch.
"Bet the surgery would be a whole lot better in a pair of flowery-"
"Do not finish that sentence. J.D., I'm never wearing women scrubs. Not now and certainly not ever" he snorted "Besides, they have the exact same scrubs that we do. Only they have the option of wearing flowers and roses one day and bunnies the next."
"They can wear bunnies?" J.D. asked in mock-outrage "Since when?"
"No-I mean-Maybe-I dunno-Dude-..I was kidding" Turk sputtered
"Yeah I know you were" J.D. replied laughing "I guess you're right though" he gave a defeated sigh
"Hell yeah I'm right!" Turk agreed choosing to ignore it.
He began to finish his sandwich when he heard another over-exaggerated sigh a moment later.
Rolling his eyes, Turk knew the conversation wasn't over yet. "Alright J.D..why won't you drop this?"
"Maybe because I really wasn't joking this time" J.D. pouted
"Well, why don't you try it for yourself"
"I don't want people to think I'm a girl" he said frustrated
"You are, and always will be, a little, pathetic girl, Susanna" Dr. Cox grunted as he stalked by
"Mm" J.D. nodded his head unfazed "More of a girl than usual then"
"Where did he just come from?" Turk furrowed his brow looking around
J.D. tilted his head to the side leaving an impatient Turk behind
"He'd need to find a tiny pilot first" J.D. said vaguely when he returned to reality
"What?"
"Uhh-nothing, anyway, back to my point, I don't want to look like more of a girl to everybody-
"Well, bad news on that part Juliet, because with that fresh new perm and manicure you got yesterday at your favorite nail salon- you know, the one you keh-heep going back to because of your secret crush on that cute hairdresser with the dreamy eyes and the floppy bangs that you wish would just ask you out already but you could ne-he-hever work up the courage to even say hi to in the fear that he wouldn't like ya back? - you really could nah-hot look like more of a girl than you already do" came the ranted reply from across the room
"But if you do it with me, people will just think we're messing around like usual" jd continued without missing a beat
"You could forget about it altogether?" Turk said hopefully without looking up
J.D. glared at him
"Olivia, did you hear me?" Dr. Cox growled loudly from another table
"I bet it's not even any different" Turk defended himself hurriedly, both pointedly ignoring Dr. Cox
All he got was angry silence
"Come on, J.D.., if it means that much to you; I'll make you a..a compromise, okay? I bet that I can last longer in nurse scrubs than you can, this way you have an excuse for dressing like a girl"
J.D. smiled
"If I win, you wear those same scrubs for a month"
J.D.'s smile faded "A month? What about if you lose?"
"Christina, it would be in your best interest to acknowledge me." Dr. Cox warned, rapidly losing his patience
"I don't plan to. Now take it or leave it" Turk held out his hand
"Alright, I guess that's fair" J.D. mumbled leaning forward to shake Turk's hand
He was halfway there when a strawberry milk carton came careening toward his head
It burst open upon impact with his forehead, pouring down his face.
"Okay firstly, ow"
"Secondly, why strawberry? "
"And thirdly, why meee?" J.D. whined pathetically
"Don't ignore me next time Rebecca" Dr. Cox called as he walked out of the cafeteria triumphantly
Wiping the milk out of his eyes, J.D. grabbed Turk's hand with his clean one and finished the deal successfully
Then, making sure no one was watching, he licked off his strawberry hand "Mmm" he grinned goofily " I love strawberry though"
"Dude" Turk watched him in disgust
"I wonder if Dr. Cox threw strawberry on purpose." he thought happily
End Flashback
"So you see baby, that's why I'm borrowing your scrubs and whatnot"
Turk finished matter-of-factly
A long pause followed his final statement
"You just don't get it, do you?" Carla asked finally with a slight tremor in her voice
"Get..what?" said a bewildered Turk
"That's exactly my point" she spat angrily
Turning abruptly, she headed toward the door "You can find your own ride to work" she called out over her shoulder, slamming the door behind her.
"What?...She had a point?" he wondered out loud "What the hell was her point??"
a/n: Ooo, what was her point?? If you don't like it, I understand, I'm not entirely happy with it in fact I might hate it, but whatever. Let me know if I should keep going cause I'm about to give up on this story and start a completely new one, reviews are always welcome :D
&peace outt