Hold the Elevator!
Summary: A drabble starring JD and Dr. Cox in the elevator. No slash. Complete.
Rating: K.
Disclaimer: The things I'd do with Scrubs characters had I owned them. Unfortunately...I don't own them.
"Hold the elevator!"
Perry Cox grimaced with a small whimper at the familiar sound of one annoying resident's voice. Through the hospital elevator's door, he could see JD sprinting down the hallway, arm raised for attention and a patient file tucked under his other arm. Dr. Cox desperately pounded the door close button.
"Dr. Cox! Dr. Cox!" JD screamed. He dove forward as the doors began to slide shut, arms stretched. He landed hard and skidded into the vehicle, managing to retract his legs quickly enough so that they weren't crushed.
Dr. Cox scowled and glared straight ahead as JD jumped to his feet, looking quite affronted. Narrowing his eyes at his mentor's obvious display of annoyance and disdain, JD reached past him to press his floor button. He pressed all of the buttons, including the basement.
Grinning smugly, JD moved back and hugged the clipboard to his chest.
Chancing a glance at Dr. Cox, he noticed the eye twitch, the popping vein, and the fierce scowl that indicated a storm was coming. JD sheepishly shuffled his feet as the older man slowly turned his head to glare murderously at him.
"Um," he said quietly, "you started it."
Carla and Turk walked down the hallway hand-in-hand, waving to Elliot as she passed going the other way. Just as they passed the elevator, it dinged, and the doors slid open. JD screamed as he was bodily punted from the elevator and slammed into the opposite wall, bouncing off and crumpling to the disinfected floor.
Still in the car, Dr. Cox sniffed and thumbed his nose before folding his arms across his chest. "See ya, Newbie," he said as the doors closed once more.
JD groaned pitifully.
A/N: Thanks for reading!