Title: His Reason
Author: This Is Da Vinci Speaking
Fanfic Of: Scrubs
Rated: T (I'm not good with determining ratings)
Summary: J.D. overhears the Janitor and Elliot having a conversation, and chaos ensues.
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: Oh, if I owned the Janitor…(grins)

His Reason

"I don't know why I keep doing it."

J.D. stopped mid-stride beside the door to the break room, a patient's chart clutched in his hand. He blinked, recognizing the voice coming through the door as that of a certain maintenance man, and suddenly he flattened his back against the wall in an odd 007 imitation.

"Have you tried saying something nice?"

J.D. frowned as Elliot's voice preceded the Janitor's.

"Yes!" The Janitor said, frustration apparent in his tone. "I can't even say a simple 'good morning'! You have no idea how many times I make myself feel bad for torturing that kid."

Immediately Dr. Dorian knew what was happening. He nearly wet himself because he was so thrilled about what he was hearing, and he had to bite the top of the chart to keep himself from squealing.

"Well," Elliot advised softly, "maybe the next time you see him you should tell him the truth before your brain can make you say something mean."

That was the last thing J.D. heard before skipping off down the hall, positively giddy. He waved happily at a passing Dr. Cox, who actually stopped in the middle of the corridor and growled, brushing the tip of his nose and crossing his arms.

I really, the attending murmured in his head briefly, really, re-hee-hee-hee-hee-HEEally can't stand that Newbie….

J.D. approached Turk in the cafeteria, the bright grin still on his face. He got up against his best friend and rested his chin on his shoulder. "Guess what, T-Dizzle?"

Turk glanced at him before snatching a Jell-O. "Dude, people are gonna talk…." He shrugged his friend off his shoulder. "What?"

"The Janitor's gonna say something nice to me!" he claimed excitedly, then explained what he heard.

"Whoa!" Turk said, giving the cashier the money. "You are one lucky man, J.D. Getting that man to say something nice is like…like…I dunno, getting the Todd not to make a sexual innuendo."

J.D. tilted his head, suddenly receiving images of Todd in surgery….

"Okay," Dr. Wen says to Todd. "Just a small incision in the left breast."

Todd does so without saying a word, causing the older doctor to frown suspiciously.

"Are you alright, Todd?"

"Yeah, dude! I'm so cool."

"Do you know what you're operating on?"

"…A woman's left breast?"

The OR falls deathly silent, and the beeping of the various monitors seem excessively loud as everyone stares at Todd in shock.

Todd looks around. "What?"

"It'd be like winning a war," J.D. said softly, coming back to reality.

Suddenly a voice breaks through the casual buzz in the cafeteria. "Hey!"

J.D. and Turk both turn to see the Janitor standing at the door, looking directly at the former. The best friends look at each other, then back to the towering man by the door.

"C'mere," the Janitor called to J.D.

Turk grinned. "This is your moment to shine!" he whispered heatedly. "Make me proud, Vanilla Bear!"

A few seconds later J.D. found himself standing in front of a six-foot-five head custodian, putting a lot of effort into not beaming. "You wanted to speak to me?" he asked, sounding peculiarly like he was reading from a script.

The look on the Janitor's face actually caused the younger man's stomach to turn. It wasn't the bad kind of stomach-turning; not the kind that makes you sick. It was a strangely good kind; the kind that makes you happy to be existing at that exact moment in time.

"Yeah." Jumpsuit crossed his arms, suddenly very uncomfortable. "I um…I kinda have something…."

J.D. was just about to drift into another fantasy when the Janitor said something that made the record in his head stop with a piercing screech.

"I torture you because I'm crazy about you."