I introduce you to entries to the [Scrubs] music meme; I'm sure that most of you are aware of the prompt and such to this, but just in case you're not, I'll explain. The purpose of the entire meme is to place your iPod/MP3 player/CD Player, etc. on "Shuffle", and according to what song it lands on, write a small story around that tune. Pretty straight-forward, eh?

Anyway, here's my first contribution to not only the meme, but to the [Scrubs] fanfiction area.

Please enjoy. :)

Song on Shuffle: "Spiderwebs" by No Doubt

She was going to move on...

That's what she kept telling herself, that is; despite her best efforts, Elliot Reid was caught in his web, an irritant huff escaping her lips as she stepped foot into her abode. "That jerk."

More like 'my addiction', She added, allowing her purse to fall from her shoulder lazily. Even now, she could envision those indigo eyes boring into hers with such an assertiveness behind them that it both pushed her away and drew her forward. She imagined his ginger locks, ones in which she would love to run her fingers through, just to see if they would spring back into their place after they'd been touched. But then thoughts of his recent rant filled her head, the one in which called her out among her peers and humiliated her. Biting her cheek, she gathered the strength to place the strap of her purse upon the coat rack by her door.

Exhaust filled her features as she slumped into the messy apartment, he mind fully intent on the bed on the other end. That is, until she caught glimpse of the flashing red light atop her answering machine; Elliot momentarily forgot her mattress haven, softly walking towards the glow as if it was a danger, "Who would be calling me?" After a moment's hesitation, she gathered her nerve and pressed the play key.

"Hey, Barbie," The voice upon the recording widened her eyes to saucers as it continued forth to answer the turning questions scrambling in her head. "I know what you're thinking: 'Oh-my-God, how did Dr. Cox get my number?!' And before you even think that I'm stalking you... No, no, n-o, negatory... No. Not happening. You can thank the local custodian, and his almighty key ring for that tid-bit of info, sweetie."

Elliot growled at the machine, momentarily forgetting that his message could not respond, "Frick, now you're harassing me at my own home?" But she abruptly silenced as the powerful voice carried on;

"But I didn't call to profess my undying love for you, or anything like that. I simply wanted to inform you that I re-hally need to have a word with you, yourself, and no one else ASAP. Tomorrow morning, 9 o'clock." There was a short pause before Dr. Perry Cox's trademark tone broke the silence, "But if you tell Newbie, and he miraculously appears during our rendezvous while simply 'strolling by and happening to see us', I will recant this apology faster than Bobbo can scarf down twenty of those chocolate chip muffins in the cafe. End of story."

And then all fell silent once more within the apartment of Elliot Reid, leaving her with enough time to ponder if what had came from her addiction's own mouth was true or not.

I suppose that I'll find out in the morning.