First of all, I make no claims to Scrubs or House, they belong to the network which broadcasts, pays for, and writes their entire entities. No suey.
This is my first fanfic ever, and a little criticism never hurt anyone. :) I know it's short, this is an unbetaed rough draft. If anyone wants to be my beta, send me a message, please. Longer chapters to come.
This is, as referenced above, a Scrubs fic, featuring Dr. House ( possibly more crossover characters as chapters come) It will be SLASH, in the form of House /JD / Cox. Don't like, don't read.
JD's pretty sure that the Apocalypse has come. This isn't one of his daydreams, he's pretty sure. Because now in addition to Dr. Cox
and his dominating threats and deep, scary but sexy blue eyes, there was Dr. Greg House. From Princeton Plainsboro Teaching
Hospital in New Jersey, on loan to Dr. Kelso for three straight months of a diagnostic crash course for the nurses, who, having
overloaded on Grey's Anatomy in the breakroom, called him McCane. Which JD thought rather lame in view of the presidential
elections. But Dr. House snarked and snapped and sneered (and JD decides Dr. Acula definitely needs more alliteration for dramatic
flair) just as well as Dr. Cox, and usually they did it together, at the same time, while he was in the middle. And when there were two
pairs of blue eyes glaring at him, JD found it hard to think. It wasn't, you know, that he was gay, or anything, he remarked to Turk,
after offhandly mentioning the handsomeness of Dr. House. Carla had just shook her head and sighed, and Turk had edged away to
talk to the Todd.
"Sheila!" JD broke out of his reverie. "Yes, Dr. House?" The man stood uncomfortably close, making JD fidget a little bit. "Why aren't you
doing the labs on the pulmonary embolism patient?" JD opened his mouth to answer when a broad shoulder nudged into and
Dr. Cox stood right next to him, sparing a glance at the cane wielding man who neutrally nodded back. "Well, Debbie?" Dr. Cox smirked. JD
squeaked under the pressure of the two twin stares, abruptly spun around and attempted to run away, only to trip over a bucket and
go flying into a wall.
The janitor smirked, and whistling, walked away. JD groaned as his vision went black.