A/N: This story takes place around season 4. The first scene is taken from "My Malpractical Decision" and only that scene. Pretty much everything else came from my wonderful imagination. Neena will only be making brief appearances or will just be mentioned in conversation…she's not really that important. Anyway, if you watch this episode, and think "Dr. Cox can't possibly be thinking all that in such a short scene"..well..he is..at least in my mind. The first scene is Neena fighting with Perry, but I'm not going to directly say that. The italics: ike this are Perry's thoughts. And this entire chapter is his POV. ahh, just read it :) it's a J.D./Cox love story, hooray!! :D Oh, and is it possible to later change the title? I don't think so..?

Disclaimer: Don't sue me Bill Lawrence; I have nothing worth taking :(

Chasing You: Chapter 1) He's Mine

Outside of a patient's room at Sacred Heart

"-Nothing you could possibly do could ever, hee-hever 'get to me' "

"That's not true" I thought to myself, condescendingly "That is ju-hust so, so, nawt true and you know it. There is one thing..."

"I should probably thank him too"

She turns away from me and pulls him towards her, attacking his lips. He rests his hands on her hips and leans deeper into the kiss.

"And there it is: that right there 'gets to me', but not in the way she'd think. She probably thinks it repulses me, makes me wants to throw up. But honestly, it just makes me feel incredibly jealous. She probably doesn't think that I want to kiss him right now too. That I want to jump his skinny pale body in the middle of this hallway. I wouldn't care who was watching us as long as he kept his lips pressed against mine."

"He looks like he'd be descent kisser" I think fleetingly as I study him with longing "I wonder if his pouty, full, lips are as soft as they really look. And if his hair would feel good with my fingers running through it, grinding my body up against his desperately, forcing him up against the wall, clutching him to me, his hands searching up and down my body as he moans into my mou-" I stop myself in disgust and watched on in a mask of horror, feeling my heart tearing inside.

I knew I couldn't have him. I shouldn't lead myself on like that.

"A 'lesbian' like herself would never fall for a cocky guy with an inflated ego like me. She'd fall for the hot blonde who the supposedly straight guy should be all over...if the supposedly straight guy could stop gawking at said lesbian making out for one goddamned second."

Shaking my head slightly, I couldn't bear to watch any longer, so I did what was expected of me: a rant to distance myself from the situation and an exit with a flourish.

"You know, if you really wanna piss him off," I heard him saying eagerly "we should follow him to his office and just have sex right in front of him-"

I didn't hear the rest of it as I rounded the corner, but it was better that way. I couldn't stand to hear anymore. I felt my eyes burning, suddenly alerting me that I am dangerously close to crying.

I wipe at my eyes furiously. I haven't cried since Ben died. And I feel endless guilt about that, considering this situation isn't nearly half as bad in comparison. But it still hurts whether I want it to or not. I guess I just feel...what's the word for it? "Alright I'll admit it, I-...I feel-... I feel so fucking vulnerable, okay!? And I'm confused as hell about why Newbie kissing someone matters to me." Normally, I would just block out my feelings towards him by passively-aggressively torturing him until he left me alone. But for some reason, today, it...does matter.

"It matters because...he's mine. He's always been mine. Even if I just never had the stones to actually DOanything about it. No one else has the right to take him away from me. No attorneys, no annoying high pitched dye-jobs with low self-esteem, no flirty new interns, no one has any right at all to take away my Newb-." Stopping midsentence, I realize my mistake again, and swear profusely. "Goddamnit!" 'What am I saying?' I keep forgetting that he is, in fact, not mine for the taking. He'd never be interested in me anyway. Not that I was even close to interested in him either.

Growling to myself, I sulked back to my office with a renewed scowl on my face. Ready to hit someone to prove my manliness. 'Perry Cox was not gay. He was 250 percent straight and then some'...when I scan the hallway and see that it's deserted, I visibly deflate.

"Yeah, right" I chuckle pathetically, giving up on the act. "Perry Cox is as gay as they come, no doubt about it" hanging my head in defeat, hands in my pockets, I trudged onward shuffling my feet.

A/N: aww, poor Perry. Don't worry, I have big plans for him, he'll be feeling better soon enough :). Anyway, yeah, its not as good as I would've liked, but I'm just setting it up. Tell me what you think. It was supposed to be vague in the beginning. Like Dr. Cox would realistically be thinking "Wow, I'm watching the malpractice attorney, Neena Broderick, make out with my protégé John 'J.D.' Dorian and it upsets me because I secretly want to jump his bones" Yeah, okay, that's just way too easy and so far beneath me…Uhh..my weird ramblings aside…this story should get better as it goes... at least, I hope it does. For those of you reading my other story, "my horrible horrible judgment call", I just had a bad case of writers block and needed a short slashy break from it. :( Sorry, I'll update that one soon after my J.D./Cox need is satisfied :D