Disclaimer: I own none of the characters of Scrubs, though I wish I did.
A/N: My first venture into writing Scrubs fics. Concrit is welcome. Flames are not.
He'd been watching him for years now. All right, he'd done more than casual watching. He'd been known to stalk, break into his locker, read his diary. But did that mean he didn't have the kid's best interests at heart? It was all character building, all that he put him through. The fact that more often than not, he got a big kick out of indulging his sadistic streak was beside the point. He'd been watching his progress, and liked to think that he had had more than a little input into bringing him to where he was today. But what was he to him? The evil man who liked to torment him for no good reason. He'd never acquire the 'mentor' status, or 'father figure' position. Dr Cox had those claimed, whether he liked it or not. He also imagined that the good doctor was completely unaware exactly just how high up the kid held his 'mentor'. That were he to say 'jump', the response would unthinkingly be 'how high?'. Such blind faith. For his part, he'd never be anything more than he was now. He wished he could find a position. He wished he could make him jump.