Hi! This is my first Scrubs fic, and I don't think I would have written it had Pink-Charmed-One (now Running in Circles, I think) and SaltoftheEarth not written such wonderful fics. Its also short, because I have an issue with commitment and have never stuck with a multi-chapter fic before. So please read and give me your opionion, and point out any mistakes so I can fix them. This hasn't had a beta, but I spell checked it myself.

This is written from the pov of JD, kind of an introspection on his relationship with Dr. Cox. I suppose it could be seen as slash, if you tilt your metaphorical head a bit.

Disclaimer: I don't own scrubs or anything remotly related to it. Poo.

(Also, I haven't seen most or season five or season six, so forgive anything timeline-wise, please. And I cant remember a lot of the details of the eariler seasons, either, just the major plot points.)

Why am I attracted to Dr. Cox?

I mean, all he does is rant and rave and call me girls names and belittle me and snarl about every little thing that just might be possibly wrong but not really, and a million other things.

But what I think is the worst thing is he doesn't seem to care. It's like he knows that he'd get everywhere in life because he's got the mad skills and power to carry it through, but he doesn't because it would kill him to be decent to just one human being, and that's just to bad because he's got a reputation and he's damn well going to keep it.

I don't know what made him view every day as a horrible, horrible day, and I hope I don't find out. I know it's selfish but if something can happen to turn someone into a person like that, I think I don't want to know what it is. I could never imagine myself like that, because I'm me and I have Turk and Elliot and Carla and they would just never let me, and I'm okay with that 'cause I like me. I've got awesome hair and an OK life and all the ladies dig me and I'm the awesome-ist diagnosing machine you've ever seen, and I wouldn't give any of it up. Except the Janitor. Though I do think he likes me deep down because who couldn't like the J.Dizzle?

But I think what makes me stay around and endure every one of Dr. Cox's bad days and worse days and every name he can think of, is the possibility that one day he'll walk through the door and it'll be a good day and he'll actually look at me and say "Come on J.D., we've got work to do." And he'll see just how far I've come since I met him and told me to start that IV (even though it was Carla who did it, I'll still always remember that moment with fondness, I've even written a song about it called 'Our First Time', but Turk thought it was weird and creepy so I don't sing it anymore except in the shower when he's out with Carla), and when he does, and says 'You did good." I think I'll finally be glad I stuck around because that's all I want to hear.

And even as Dr. Cox rounds that corner and spots me at the nurses station talking to Carla and comes snarling over, and even as he growls "Come on Midge, stop chatting with your gal-pal and get a move on, your not being paid to talk about what your being paid to do, so get the hell out of my sight and do some god damn work" and shoves four more charts into my arms, I can smile at his back as he storms off (making a rather impressive exit really) and cheerfully call a "Thanks" at him before he's out of sight. I can even manage a nod to the Janitor and get far enough away to dodge his snarky comment before he can make it.

Until Dr. Cox gets his good day, I guess I'll just have to have them for him.

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