Yours and Mine
By Maya Clearwater
D/c: I do not own Scrubs . . . if I did then I wouldn't be writing fan fiction now would I? I also don't own The Fugitive, which is a good movie by the way.
Chapter One: Crashing Down
~*~*~*~
I got nothing to hide
Except for what's inside
I keep it all locked up
In this prison we call love
I'm suffocating
-from the song "Crashing Down" by Sugarcult
~*~*~*~
He cranked up the car radio to a local rock station. 'Today is gonna be rough,' he thought as he turned into the parking lot at the George Myerson Memorial Park. Today was his son Timmy's soccer final. It was extremely vital to the seven-year-old that his father attend the game. Not that he had anything else to do, but going to the game only meant that he had to see his horrible ex-wife. It's not that she was a horrible person . . . oh ok, she is a horrible person.
Prior to his janitorial job at the hospital, a young future Janitor took up acting. He landed every part he auditioned for, well almost every part. He took pride in his work and was happy with even the most minor roles. He showed his skills as Guy #1, and Man in Park. He mastered the art of Towel Folder, Computer Nerd #2, and Drag Queen. Out of all the small movie and TV show parts, the one he liked the best would probably be his small, yet important, role in the movie The Fugitive. He played Transit Cop. It was, so far, the highlight of his career. He had mastered his most dramatic line. "KIMBLE!" he would shout pointing a prop gun at Harrison Ford. But that wasn't even the whole thing. After Harrison and the other actor struggled with the gun, his character would be shot at least four times.
"I have a death scene!" he would say happily to his current girlfriend Angela.
She would look at him and give him a pitiful smile and say, "That's great. Do you do anything else?"
"No, um that's about it." he replied.
She would give him a small smile again, "Don't let this acting thing go to your head. I don't want you to become a big Hollywood star and leave me for some blonde supermodel."
"Don't worry Angie; you know that's not true." He would chuckle and kiss her on the forehead.
A year after The Fugitive, he got called into another audition. This time it was a minor character in a big Hollywood production. If he landed the audition he would be in almost a full third of the movie with lines and everything. Needless to say, he got the part. It was one of the happiest moments of his life. When he got home, things were very much different with Angela.
"I got the part!" He cheered and swept her up in hug, "Let's celebrate. I'll call for some Chinese food."
"Wait!" She stopped him.
He gave her a puzzling look.
"I don't want you to take the job." she stated firmly.
He stared at her in confusion, "What?"
She gave him a stern look and put her hands on her hips, something she did when she was angry, "I don't want you to take the acting job."
"Why?"
"You'll have to work long hours, you'll never be home. And you'll have to go to Hollywood, which is something I am not doing." she replied.
"Wha- Why-?"
She walked up to him and held his hands. "Listen, I've been thinking. . ."
"Uh-huh. . ."
"Why don't you just quit on this whole 'acting' thing. It won't take you anywhere. I want you home with me, not in some studio. I think you can do better things with your talents."
He didn't know what to say really. "What do you have in mind?"
She looked into his eyes, practically begging, "Let's go to Vegas and get married."
"B-but what about my acting?"
She narrowed her eyes, "It's Vegas or Hollywood. Pick one."
He stared at her with disbelief. She was basically asking him to choose between her or his dreams. He took a long, hard look at his life and found that no one may ever love him like Angela did. And true love was hard to find in Hollywood. He always figured that true love can be found most anywhere; in parking lots, supermarkets, and in hospitals. Since he and Angela had met in a parking lot of a supermarket that was across the street from the Sacred Heart hospital, he figured that it was the closest to love he would ever get.
So they decided to get married and he threw his dreams aside for a lousy job at a furniture store. He traded his passion in life for a wife with barely any passion whatsoever. The only thing that was a good trade was his son Timothy, or Timmy for short. It was the only thing that kindled the matches in his soul. The matches Angela had all burned out the day he said "I do." But even that wasn't enough to bring him back to life. Each day he his once lively spirit grew duller. Each boring minute his once witty sense of humor turned into nothing but dry insults.
Angela soon realized that this marriage was a mistake, and left him promptly. She took Timmy with her as well. By then he was too emotionally drained to fight back, and agreed to see him every other weekend. However, things weren't getting any better. He got fired from his job at Futons and Things, and soon took up a janitorial position at the local hospital. To him it was the best and worst thing to ever happen to him. He was stuck all day cleaning up after arrogant doctors all day, but at least he had friends.
He had recently become acquainted with a young resident named JD. It was really more of a rivalry than a friendship really. It had started on a morning when he was fixing a door. Another one of the interns walked in and had the nerve to start a conversation. However, it soon turned out that this guy was easy to intimidate and it soon became an enjoyable pastime. It became a routine almost, finally something that was steady in his life. Of course JD never considered him a friend and he knew that. But he also knew that the young and often foolish doctor would always be there to torment.
Then there was Elliot, the beautiful blonde resident friend of JD. He had first encountered her by accident, well almost by accident. He had been mopping a particular spot for about a half an hour, waiting for JD to come by so he could dish out his daily torture. Instead, much to his surprise, Elliot Reid came down the hallway. She seemed to be in a hurry and as if on cue from fate, her pager fell out of the holder.
Embarrassed, she bent down to get it, "I gotta get this thing fixed."
When she got back up she came face to face with the Janitor.
"Allow me, may I?" he said taking the pager from her, "What you got here is a Medicall XJ. It's got this hip guard on it; I'm guessing its always coming loose."
"It -is- always coming loose!" She said has he fixed the pager with a tool of some sort. He looked at her and noticed her blue eyes gazing up at him.
He gave her a friendly smile, "I've been there, I've seen it, I fixed it. Give that a try missy." he handed her the pager.
She smiled warmly and said, "Thank you!"
He felt his humor coming back to him. "For what? Doing my job? This kind of thing gets me up in the morning, that and the smell of urinal cakes." he laughed like he never laughed before. She also laughed, but unlike his, her laugh was nasally and a little annoying to most people. However, he wasn't most people. He found her laugh very interesting and attractive. He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable about these feelings he suddenly had.
"Anyway, I'll see you around, have a good one!" he said.
She gave him another kind smile of hers, "Back at ya!"
He went back to his mopping and couldn't help but feel as if a match inside of his soul had been rekindled. One of the many passions that Angela had extinguished many years ago. There was something about her that rekindled his spirit. Was it love? He didn't really know. The only thing he knew was that there was something special about Elliot Reid that no one else saw.
And now here he is, sitting in his car. In the parking lot of the city park, about to go watch his seven-year-old son's soccer game. About to sit through an hour of Angela's bitter comments about his life and talk without end about her new boyfriend. Yet, he was still thinking about Elliot. Suddenly his cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Angela."
"Oh hey, how's it going?"
"Timmy's game has been canceled."
"Oh . . . why?" he asked disappointed.
"The coach isn't here."
"Don't you mean your new boyfriend." he said sarcastically
"Don't start with me." she snapped.
"Sorry. I guess I'm going to work then." he sighed.
"Ok. Have a nice day." she hung up.
'I guess that's it.' he said pulling out of the parking lot.
Meanwhile, Angela put the cell phone back in her purse. Her son Timmy came running up to her.
"Is Daddy coming?" he asked eagerly.
She put on some fake disappointment, "No sorry sweetie. He can't make it."
Timmy was crushed. "Aw, ok."
The coach called out to the players, "OK come on! Hustle!" Timmy ran over to join his teammates and they started the game. Steve, the coach, came over to talk to Angela.
"Where's that ex of yours?" he asked.
"I have no idea," she looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, "He doesn't even care about his own son."
"Don't worry Angie." he said.
She leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Thanks Steve."
He laughed a bit, "What a loser!"
Angela burst out laughing. To her he was nothing but a loser with no past, present or future. She never really loved him, and still wondered why she would make such a mistake. 'But I can fix It.' she thought to herself. And according to her she did fix it. He was gone and that's all that mattered to her.
--
He parked in his usual spot in the parking lot. He had decided not to go into work today and instead went to his apartment. However he still wanted to get paid so he decided do the late shift. Not that he had anything better to do from six to midnight. He walked over to the fridge and took out a day-old box of Chinese food. 'Angela always hated Chinese food.' he thought as he spooned some wanton shrimp into a bowl. After his cold meal, he decided to take a nap. He needed energy if he was going to be able to work tonight.
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A/n: Want to know what happens next? Review me and find out . . . the magic purple button that makes me feel loved is right down there . . . ^_^ If you review I'll post chapter two!!!
By Maya Clearwater
D/c: I do not own Scrubs . . . if I did then I wouldn't be writing fan fiction now would I? I also don't own The Fugitive, which is a good movie by the way.
Chapter One: Crashing Down
~*~*~*~
I got nothing to hide
Except for what's inside
I keep it all locked up
In this prison we call love
I'm suffocating
-from the song "Crashing Down" by Sugarcult
~*~*~*~
He cranked up the car radio to a local rock station. 'Today is gonna be rough,' he thought as he turned into the parking lot at the George Myerson Memorial Park. Today was his son Timmy's soccer final. It was extremely vital to the seven-year-old that his father attend the game. Not that he had anything else to do, but going to the game only meant that he had to see his horrible ex-wife. It's not that she was a horrible person . . . oh ok, she is a horrible person.
Prior to his janitorial job at the hospital, a young future Janitor took up acting. He landed every part he auditioned for, well almost every part. He took pride in his work and was happy with even the most minor roles. He showed his skills as Guy #1, and Man in Park. He mastered the art of Towel Folder, Computer Nerd #2, and Drag Queen. Out of all the small movie and TV show parts, the one he liked the best would probably be his small, yet important, role in the movie The Fugitive. He played Transit Cop. It was, so far, the highlight of his career. He had mastered his most dramatic line. "KIMBLE!" he would shout pointing a prop gun at Harrison Ford. But that wasn't even the whole thing. After Harrison and the other actor struggled with the gun, his character would be shot at least four times.
"I have a death scene!" he would say happily to his current girlfriend Angela.
She would look at him and give him a pitiful smile and say, "That's great. Do you do anything else?"
"No, um that's about it." he replied.
She would give him a small smile again, "Don't let this acting thing go to your head. I don't want you to become a big Hollywood star and leave me for some blonde supermodel."
"Don't worry Angie; you know that's not true." He would chuckle and kiss her on the forehead.
A year after The Fugitive, he got called into another audition. This time it was a minor character in a big Hollywood production. If he landed the audition he would be in almost a full third of the movie with lines and everything. Needless to say, he got the part. It was one of the happiest moments of his life. When he got home, things were very much different with Angela.
"I got the part!" He cheered and swept her up in hug, "Let's celebrate. I'll call for some Chinese food."
"Wait!" She stopped him.
He gave her a puzzling look.
"I don't want you to take the job." she stated firmly.
He stared at her in confusion, "What?"
She gave him a stern look and put her hands on her hips, something she did when she was angry, "I don't want you to take the acting job."
"Why?"
"You'll have to work long hours, you'll never be home. And you'll have to go to Hollywood, which is something I am not doing." she replied.
"Wha- Why-?"
She walked up to him and held his hands. "Listen, I've been thinking. . ."
"Uh-huh. . ."
"Why don't you just quit on this whole 'acting' thing. It won't take you anywhere. I want you home with me, not in some studio. I think you can do better things with your talents."
He didn't know what to say really. "What do you have in mind?"
She looked into his eyes, practically begging, "Let's go to Vegas and get married."
"B-but what about my acting?"
She narrowed her eyes, "It's Vegas or Hollywood. Pick one."
He stared at her with disbelief. She was basically asking him to choose between her or his dreams. He took a long, hard look at his life and found that no one may ever love him like Angela did. And true love was hard to find in Hollywood. He always figured that true love can be found most anywhere; in parking lots, supermarkets, and in hospitals. Since he and Angela had met in a parking lot of a supermarket that was across the street from the Sacred Heart hospital, he figured that it was the closest to love he would ever get.
So they decided to get married and he threw his dreams aside for a lousy job at a furniture store. He traded his passion in life for a wife with barely any passion whatsoever. The only thing that was a good trade was his son Timothy, or Timmy for short. It was the only thing that kindled the matches in his soul. The matches Angela had all burned out the day he said "I do." But even that wasn't enough to bring him back to life. Each day he his once lively spirit grew duller. Each boring minute his once witty sense of humor turned into nothing but dry insults.
Angela soon realized that this marriage was a mistake, and left him promptly. She took Timmy with her as well. By then he was too emotionally drained to fight back, and agreed to see him every other weekend. However, things weren't getting any better. He got fired from his job at Futons and Things, and soon took up a janitorial position at the local hospital. To him it was the best and worst thing to ever happen to him. He was stuck all day cleaning up after arrogant doctors all day, but at least he had friends.
He had recently become acquainted with a young resident named JD. It was really more of a rivalry than a friendship really. It had started on a morning when he was fixing a door. Another one of the interns walked in and had the nerve to start a conversation. However, it soon turned out that this guy was easy to intimidate and it soon became an enjoyable pastime. It became a routine almost, finally something that was steady in his life. Of course JD never considered him a friend and he knew that. But he also knew that the young and often foolish doctor would always be there to torment.
Then there was Elliot, the beautiful blonde resident friend of JD. He had first encountered her by accident, well almost by accident. He had been mopping a particular spot for about a half an hour, waiting for JD to come by so he could dish out his daily torture. Instead, much to his surprise, Elliot Reid came down the hallway. She seemed to be in a hurry and as if on cue from fate, her pager fell out of the holder.
Embarrassed, she bent down to get it, "I gotta get this thing fixed."
When she got back up she came face to face with the Janitor.
"Allow me, may I?" he said taking the pager from her, "What you got here is a Medicall XJ. It's got this hip guard on it; I'm guessing its always coming loose."
"It -is- always coming loose!" She said has he fixed the pager with a tool of some sort. He looked at her and noticed her blue eyes gazing up at him.
He gave her a friendly smile, "I've been there, I've seen it, I fixed it. Give that a try missy." he handed her the pager.
She smiled warmly and said, "Thank you!"
He felt his humor coming back to him. "For what? Doing my job? This kind of thing gets me up in the morning, that and the smell of urinal cakes." he laughed like he never laughed before. She also laughed, but unlike his, her laugh was nasally and a little annoying to most people. However, he wasn't most people. He found her laugh very interesting and attractive. He suddenly felt a little uncomfortable about these feelings he suddenly had.
"Anyway, I'll see you around, have a good one!" he said.
She gave him another kind smile of hers, "Back at ya!"
He went back to his mopping and couldn't help but feel as if a match inside of his soul had been rekindled. One of the many passions that Angela had extinguished many years ago. There was something about her that rekindled his spirit. Was it love? He didn't really know. The only thing he knew was that there was something special about Elliot Reid that no one else saw.
And now here he is, sitting in his car. In the parking lot of the city park, about to go watch his seven-year-old son's soccer game. About to sit through an hour of Angela's bitter comments about his life and talk without end about her new boyfriend. Yet, he was still thinking about Elliot. Suddenly his cell phone rang.
"Hello?"
"Hey, it's Angela."
"Oh hey, how's it going?"
"Timmy's game has been canceled."
"Oh . . . why?" he asked disappointed.
"The coach isn't here."
"Don't you mean your new boyfriend." he said sarcastically
"Don't start with me." she snapped.
"Sorry. I guess I'm going to work then." he sighed.
"Ok. Have a nice day." she hung up.
'I guess that's it.' he said pulling out of the parking lot.
Meanwhile, Angela put the cell phone back in her purse. Her son Timmy came running up to her.
"Is Daddy coming?" he asked eagerly.
She put on some fake disappointment, "No sorry sweetie. He can't make it."
Timmy was crushed. "Aw, ok."
The coach called out to the players, "OK come on! Hustle!" Timmy ran over to join his teammates and they started the game. Steve, the coach, came over to talk to Angela.
"Where's that ex of yours?" he asked.
"I have no idea," she looked up at him with puppy-dog eyes, "He doesn't even care about his own son."
"Don't worry Angie." he said.
She leaned in and gave him a kiss. "Thanks Steve."
He laughed a bit, "What a loser!"
Angela burst out laughing. To her he was nothing but a loser with no past, present or future. She never really loved him, and still wondered why she would make such a mistake. 'But I can fix It.' she thought to herself. And according to her she did fix it. He was gone and that's all that mattered to her.
--
He parked in his usual spot in the parking lot. He had decided not to go into work today and instead went to his apartment. However he still wanted to get paid so he decided do the late shift. Not that he had anything better to do from six to midnight. He walked over to the fridge and took out a day-old box of Chinese food. 'Angela always hated Chinese food.' he thought as he spooned some wanton shrimp into a bowl. After his cold meal, he decided to take a nap. He needed energy if he was going to be able to work tonight.
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A/n: Want to know what happens next? Review me and find out . . . the magic purple button that makes me feel loved is right down there . . . ^_^ If you review I'll post chapter two!!!
