I gave a deep sigh, watching Newbie bop through the halls of Sacred Heart. Ever since he bought that damn iPod, he never heard a thing that was said to him, which annoyed me to no end.

Not to mention the incessant singing. I mean, come on. Who in the world listens to REO Speedwagon nowadays?

Newbie was singing 'Always' by Erasure as he danced past me. I grabbed his shoulder to stop him. I gave a little whistle to catch his attention. "Hey, Helena. I need you to give Mr. Heywood in room 310 an ultrasound. I think he may have a kidney stone," Newbie nods, eyes alight with the recognition of a song that must've been his favorite. "Alrighty then, Dr. Per-bear," He twirls off like the little ballerina he was before I could do a thing. I rolled my eyes and moved on.

*JDOX*JDOX*

I sighed in serenly as I relaxed on the on-call room couch. I had a hockey game on. The room was empty. All was perfect.

Until Newbie danced in, listening to some ridiculous song. I cleared my throat, about to

go into a long rant that started something like, "Kristy, I understand you love the sound of your voice, which is awful by the way, as you have somehow managed to be flat AND

tone deaf, but-" when I started actually seeing him. His eyes were closed, shielding those sky blues from my gaze. He was moving sensually, arms in the air as he swayed his hips from side to side. "You and me, baby, we ain't nothin' but mammals, so let's do it like they do it on the Discovery Channel," I could hear the music blaring from his headphones. When Newbie started to rub his hands down his body, that's when I had to intervene. I threw a couch cushion at him to get his attention.

"Oh my ga-hawd, Newbie, what ARE you doing?"

He jumped slightly, then peeks at me, a soft pink blush starting to pool in his cheeks.

"I-I, um...!"

I stand, waving him off. "Forget it, Penelope. I don't even want to know,"

He stumbles towards me, calling. "Dr. Cox, wait! I-I was just listening to the Bloodhound Gang!"

"The what?" I asked, peeking over my shoulder.

"I-It's a band and they made this song, the Bad Touch- that's what I was dancing to- and—!"

I turned fully so I could face him.

"Listen here, Amber. I do not, I repeat do not care why you were dancing like some cheap whore in a club. Nor do I care that you listen to music from a generation that is not yours. I do care that you are taking the time you could use to check on your patients to girate you hips. I'm sure all the other prepubescent girls have time to do this, but you don't. You're a doctor first, a sexy mistress later. You understand, Francesca?"

J.D. blinks. "...you think I'm sexy?"

I raise my eyebrows, a bit taken aback, then sinks. 'That would be all he heard. Wait! How that slip? WHY did I even say that? Newbie's Newbie. And a guy!'

I must've been taking too long to respond, because he takes a step closer. "Dr. Cox..? Y-You think I'm sexy?" He seemed a bit nervous, looking down. I rolled my eyes, stalking off and ignoring his question. It was a dumb one anyways.

"C-Cos... I think you're sexy,"

I stopped at the door.

"...what?"