A/N: Hello /waves to reader/ Okay, this is my first fanfic, so I'm pretty nervous about this. AR. Dr. Perry Cox POV. Elliot/Cox pairing. Character death. Thoughts and flashbacks in italics.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Scrubs. That little gem belongs to its creator Bill Lawrence, and (who is it nowadays? ABC??) them. I do own the plot, and my creative brain.

Chapter One: 'Our Last Spent'

I walk through the glass doors of Sacred Heart Hospital. Blue, green, orange, pink and white fly past as people get on with their lives.

"Excuse me Doctor!" A young paramedic yells at me, forcing me against the wall.

"It's Dr Cox!" I growl after her, watching her wheel an elderly woman in a wheelchair to the admissions desk.

Shoving my hands in my coat pockets, I make my way to the nurse's station. I keep my eyes to the floor, the god-damn dirty floor. If he doesn't clean the floor, what does Jumpsuit actually do?

I see the nurse's station ahead of me, Carla is there, as is Ghandi. I sigh heavily, hoping that Ghandi won't feel the need to show his wife his love in front of me. Carla looks up at me, and smiles sweetly.

"What's got your goat already?" she smirks, as I pick up a chart. I shake my head at her, as I hold out my hand. She reaches under the desk, and pulls out my white coat, the symbol of medical status. I snatch the folded coat from her hands, and I put the chart back on the counter.

"Baby..?" Ghandi asks, looking at Carla, his eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, Ghandi – Carla here is the good little guard dog for my coat. Since someone stole some cash from my wallet, I damn-right refuse to use my locker." I scoff, throwing on my coat. I grab the chart I neglected on the counter, and began to scan the information. I could feel Ghandi's gaze travel from myself to his wife, that confused look never leaving his face.

"Hey baby, I gotta run. I've got a surgery with Todd. See ya later." He announced after a few moments, puckering up his lips and closing his eyes.

"Yeah, see you later baby." Carla smiled, closing her eyes and gently kissing her husband. She watched with a hint of sadness on her face as he ran down the corridor to catch up with some of his scapel-twiddling buddies.

"Listen Carla…if you see Jordan, make some excuse for me. Tell her I've gone to drown my soul before she can eat it, whatever." I admit, glancing over my shoulder, hoping she isn't behind me. Carla rolls her eyes, grabs a chart and heads off down the coridor.

"Hey Doctor Cox!" A shrill noise rings into my ear, as Barbie bounces up to the nurse's station.

"What now Barboo...did Sheila steal your crayons?" I smirk, wishing she would begin to cry and run to the nearest closet.

"Aha, no. I got Ms. Broderick's test results back." I look up at her, a saddened look across her features. I raise my eyebrow expectantly.

"Do you want me to guess? If I win, do I get a prize?" I ask in mock excitement. She says nothing, and holds out Ms. Broderick's chart. I snatch it from her crasp, and scan the information. I let out a sigh, closing my eyes and pinching the bridge of my nose.

"Doct--" Barbie begins, but I cut her off.

"Its luekemia. Ms. Broderick's got leukemia." I shake my head, wishing it was something less serious. I turn on my heel, and walk to Ms. Broderick's room. Stopping briefly at the door, I take a deep breath, and open the door slowly. "Ms. Broderick?.."

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I walk towards the nurse's station. Throwing the chart on the desk, I put my head in my hands.

"Doctor Cox??" Barbie asks softly, looking up from the chart of another patient. I look up at her, waiting for her to continue. "Is everything alright?" she asks, a concerning smile on her face.

"I've just told a single, widowed, 36 year-old mother of two, that she has luekemia, and has months to live. How do ya think I am Barbie??" I snap at her. I glanced over my shoulder, looking through the window of Ms. Broderick's room, feeling a strong sense of guilt as I watch her cradle her sobbing sons, tears flowing down her face.

"I'm really sorry Doctor Cox." I whip my head around to her, as she cautiously places a comforting hand on my shoulder, quickly pulling it away. Straightening up, I pick up another patient's chart, nodding slightly and striding down the hall.

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I sit in the doctor's lounge, right ankle resting on my left knee, reading the newspaper that was balanced on my right leg. I growl to myself when I notice Barbie walk through the door. I glanced up from the paper long enough to notice she had changed her clothes. She was wearing a spaghetti-strap wine coloured knee-length dress that was layered from the waist, and she wore gold heels with straps. She opened her locker, without acknowledging him, and pulled out a black jacket of thin-looking material.

"Going somewhere nice?" I asked softly, immediately regretting asking. She spun around, looking at me which a confused expression.

"Um..I guess so. My brother Barry, y'know, the gay brother, yeah him, he's getting married, to Stuart. Today. Like right now. Real nice place as well, just a registry office, nothing spectacular, its got these gorgeous yellow flo-"

"Barbie! Let me present..Man Not Caring" I point to my face, and smile. She shakes her head, as she pulls on her jacket. Raising my eyebrows in satisfaction, I return the newspaper.

"Uh...D-Doctor Cox??" she asks nervously. She glance up at her, as she fumbles with her keys and phone.

"Would you...would you come with me? To the ceremony?" she mumbles, focusing her gaze on the floor. Dumbstruck, I stay in my seat, thinking about it.

What do I do?? I mean, she has no-ho idea how I really feel. It could be my chance..I could confess everything, I won't have to keep up this facade as much. But ugh, family celebrations? Could there really be a worse opportunity? I don't feel like going back to my apartment, having to do the ritual post-divorce angry sex with Jordan.

"Sure. Why not?" I answer quietly, she flicks her gaze to meet mine, smiling nervously. Her gaze travels up and down my body, before returning to my face.

"Great. And, what you're wearing is fine." she says, hitching her small bag back up her shoulder. I nod, folding the newspaper, and throwing it on the sofa as I stand up.

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We walked to her car, neither of us speaking a word as we made our journey from the doctor's lounge to the hospital entrance.

"Here we are." she suddenly announced, pointing to her car and fumbling with her car keys. I walk to the passenger side, waiting for her to unlock the car. She twisted the key in the lock, shaking her head she pulled the handle.

"Ah, wait.." she murmured, twisting the keys the other way. Tugging at the door handle again, she frowned, pulling out the key.

"One second.." she fumbled with her grip on the key, before dropping it on the ground. "Frick!" she muttered to her self, as I smirked.

Standing back up, she put the key in the lock again, twisting it the same way as her first attempt, jumping slightly when I pulled the handle for the door to open. "There we go." she smiled, blushing a bright red.

We both slide into the car, slamming our doors behind us. Pulling our seatbelts on, I watch her as she fidgets nervously in ther driver's seat. She nods to herself, as she turns on the ignition, throwing the gear into the reverse, and driving out of the hospital parking lot.

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I hold open the door, she nods politely as she tipsily stumbles through. She stops at the pavement, a raises her arm for a taxi which drives towards us.

"Here." I notice her shiver slightly from the cold night air, I take off my coat and gently drape it over her shoulders, she smiles gratefully.

"Thank you, Doctor Cox."

"For what?"

"Well, for the coat. And for agreeing to accompany me tonight. I appreciate it."

"It's nothing." I reassure her, as the taxi shrieks to a halt in front of us. She opens the passenger door and slides in, while I jog around to the other side of the car and get in.

"So, do you think you will get married?" I ask, pulling the seatbelt across my chest.

"Yes, someday. Wait - the way you asked that, it's like you don't think I will." she shrugs, staring out the window, as the car drives off.

"I didn't mean it like that. I meant, would you like to? Y'know how people can be against marriage, that fear of commitment." I explain, trying to catch her gaze.

"Like you and Jordan, you mean?" she retorts, a small smirk creeping across her face.

"Ooh, backbone Barbie makes a comeback. Yeah, something like that." I laugh. She turns around to look at me.

"Do you think you'll get married? Y'know, again?" she asks, her gaze locking with mine.

"Maybe...relationships are too much hassle Barbie, you know that." I shake my head, trying to forget my marriage to Jordan.

"Yeah, they are. I just wanna find a decent guy who can cope with my neurotic personality, my dependancy, my need for independance, someone one can make me laugh, can protect, who loves me..for me." she sighs, her gaze moving to the street outside. "This is my apartment building." she says, sliding off her seatbelt.

"Oh right..." I mutter to myself, as she turns to look at me.

"Thank you for tonight, Doctor Cox. I guess I'll see you at work tomorrow." she smiles, blinking a few times. She slides my coat off her shoulders, and lays it on the car seat between us.

"Uh..yeah. See you tomorrow Barboo." I force small smile, as she rolls her eyes mockingly. Opening the car door, I watch her gracefully slide out, and stand cautiously on the pavement, slamming the car door behind her. .

Now Perry. Do it now. It might be your only chance.

I shove open my own door, telling the driver to wait for a moment.

"Barbie, wait!" I call out, as she carefully walks to the door of the building.. Spinning around as I jog to catch her up, she eyes me up and down with a confused expression.

"Yes Doctor Cox?" she asks, fiddling with her keys.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.

"Elliot, there's som--" I begin looking her in the eyes, notcing how taken aback she was at my use of her real name.

I apologise for this first chapter being so long, and its not even finished. I'll have to put it into another chapter. So I'm posting this part now as Chapter 1, at least then you cats (I think I spend too much time listening to Tim Minchin. Pfft, there's no such thing as too much Tim...I'll stop rambling now) can read it, review etc. And I'll try and post Chapter 2 in the nect few days.

So yeah, hope you enjoyed it, and its all in character and stuff. I know Perry wouldn't really have agreed to go with Elliot, but artistic license and all. And he HAD to, for the story..and because I wrote for him to. Please read and review. I'll give you a cupcake XD.

Love And Peace xxxx