Note-Ok, ok, I'm sorry! I know I promised you an angsty JDox story, but I re-he-heally don't feel like writing one just after New Year! So here's this instead!
Disclaimer-It would be totally Dorian to assume I own Scrubs or any Scrubs related items
There's nothing like a clean, crisp January morning. The sun was shining dimly through the clouds, and the air was cool. It was almost midday, and the streets, normally full of assorted cars and traffic, were virtually empty and quiet.
"Hey, JD, pass the ball!"
Nope, there's nothing like a beautiful January morning for goofing off work with your best friend. You see, Carla had gone to visit her sisters for a week, leaving our apartment free, and so the first Turk N JD marathon had begun. And we were starting it with a new game we had invented and spent all night planning off the roof of our apartment. Fire-golf.
"There you go, Brown Bear" I said, passing a gasoline-doused golf ball over to my best friend. We had managed to swap shifts so that we could both get a day off at the same time, leaving Dr Cox with Elliot for the day. Turk set the ball down on the floor, and I reached over with the lighter. I carefully touched the fire to the rough surface, and the plastic immediately boomed up in a large, scorching flame. I jumped back, landing on my ass, and Turk pulled his club back over his shoulder. Then he paused for a moment, contemplating where to hit.
"Hurry up before it burns the plastic!" I yelled, and got up, a large grin spreading over my face. I could feel my cheeks getting hot from the flame. Turk, with a decisive nod, swung the club, and smacked the flaming ball right in the middle of the curved side. The small orb arched through the air, further and further, until it became a small speck of light in the distance. But suddenly there was a far off crash, and the small speck of light became vastly big. Me and Turk gasped, and hugged each other in shock. We had set a house alight.
Quick as lightning, Turk began to grab the equipment, and dove towards the stairway, the can of gasoline slopping all over the place. I scooped up the golf clubs, and stumbled after him. We ran down the stairs and into the apartment, dumped the stuff in a pile on the floor, and locked all the doors and windows. Only then did Turk look at me, panic welling in his eyes.
"This never leaves the room, ok?" he said loudly, breathing heavily in fear. "It wasn't us!"
"Never happened!" I agreed.
Turk sighed, and flopped down on the couch as I began to pace behind him. He rested his beautiful, bald head in his hands, his eyes wide and petrified.
"Oh my god, what have we done? I knew we should have watched the Sanford and Son series one box set instead!" he said, banging his feet on the floor.
"It wasn't us, Turk, ok!" I almost yelled, my hands gesticulating wildly.
"Ok…" said my friend. He took a deep breath to calm himself. Then he turned and looked at me over the back of the couch. "This, what just happened, we must never mention it to anyone!"
"It was an accident!" I nodded.
"Unavoidable!"
"Completely not out fault!"
"Exactly! There, now it's settled, we can forget about it" said Turk, and he turned back to the blank TV. There was a short silence before I spoke again:
"But what if it was someone we know?"
"This is a big city, JD!" Turk screeched. "What are the chances of that?"