To whom it may concern:

Being a huge fan of unrequited love, I adore the Janitor/Elliot ship. Intrigued by what relationship he might have had with the mysterious red-haired doctor (and my major lack of ideas for a decent Janitor/Elliot fic), I thought I'd write my version of it.

The original intention was for this to be written in the style of the program, but unless you write a transcript it doesn't really work. Therefore, for a happy medium, the story is written straight with the occasional "thought" in italics. There are three short chapters planned.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs.

Chapter 1 – The Beginning

Janitor sat in the cafeteria pretending to read a magazine entitled "Medicine Today". He'd spent the entire morning cleaning up all the mistakes a young surgeon had been making. It wasn't much; a spill here, a piece of rubbish there, but the nuisance had been doing it on purpose, Janitor was sure of it.

He watched the surgeon intently over the top of the magazine as he entered the cafeteria.

Big-Eared Surgeon: Prepare to meet thy doom.

Bending down, he picked up his brown paper bag off the floor.

"Do you mind if I sit here?"

Janitor looked up to see who had spoken. A small, red-haired doctor in blue scrubs stood across the table from him, clutching a Tupperware lunchbox to her chest. He glanced over his shoulder, but to his surprise she was talking to him. Janitor turned back and gave her a critical look.

"Sit." He commanded, placing the paper bag on the table. The red-haired doctor perched herself on the plastic cafeteria chair as Janitor searched out the surgeon who had disappeared from sight. Pulling the magazine up to his face, he continued to pretend reading.

Damn it. How did he leave so quickly? Perhaps he's invented a teleporting watch...

A whole minute had passed before Janitor noticed that she still hadn't opened her lunch but was merely running her fingers over the plastic lid and staring attentively in his direction.

"What do you want?" Janitor asked, strictly. She jumped out of her trance and blushed.

"Oh, I'm so sorry," She simpered. "I was just looking at that surgeon over there. He's been following my group of rounds all day. Do you know his name?" Janitor glanced over his shoulder to where she was pointing to see the same surgeon queuing for his lunch.

"Big-Eared Surgeon!" He growled, menacingly.

Fool me once, shame on you. Walk out on my stalking you once, you're going to die.

He faced the red-haired doctor again, and she blushed some more.

"He does not have big ears!" She scolded. Her gaze returned to the surgeon for a moment. "It's his hair; it makes them look bigger. Who are you to talk, anyway?"

"I'm the Janitor." He stated cheerfully, returning to his magazine.

"My parents were janitors!" She exclaimed. Janitor raised his eyebrows. None of the other doctors seemed to even consider it a serious career. "They wanted me to go down that career path, but I was just drawn to medicine. They were a little disappointed to say the..." she trailed off. "I'm joking: I was trying to make conversation."

Okay, this is the one you've been practising.

Janitor gave her the evil eye. The smile quickly vanished from her face.

That's it, watch her crumble.

"Oh God, no, I didn't mean any offence! I was just trying to break the ice." He snapped his magazine open in annoyance and buried his head as deeply in it as possible.

Bingo!

There was an uncomfortable silence. The red-haired doctor picked up her lunch and went to stand.

"Sit." Janitor commanded, to which she sat immediately. "Just for that you have to spend the rest of your lunchtime with me."

Now to finish the job. Wait for it...

She paused for a moment and then slowly peeled off the plastic lid to her lunch. Pulling out her sandwiches she gave them a suspicious sniff.

"Tuna." She murmured. "If my mum insists to continue packing my lunch she could at least remember that I'm allergic to seafood." The red-haired doctor dropped the sandwiches back in the lunchbox.

And there's the opening. Go! Go! Go!

"Your mum packs your lunch?" Janitor sneered. "What are you? Six?"

Nice one!

"Hey! I only took seven gap years," She pointed at him ensuring that he was never going to mention her age again. "I was finding myself, but I'm just as 'young' and vital as the other interns! As for my mum, it's only temporary!" She replied sharply. "I just need to get on my feet and I'll move out!" She pulled the change out of her pocket and feverishly counted it. "I can just afford half an apple, I wonder if..."

Oh my God, does she always just say what she thinks out loud? Quick, think of something to shut her up.

"You can swap with me if you like." Janitor patted the paper bag. The red-haired doctor beamed at him.

"Thank you! What have you got?" She leant forwards to take the bag off him but he snatched it back.

Actually, I didn't think this through.

"If I told you that it would ruin the thrill of the swap." Reluctantly, he offered the bag to her again. She smiled briefly and took the bag, pushing her lunchbox towards him. Cautiously, she unfolded the top and pulled out the contents.

"A hammer with a spoon tied to its handle." She stated, rolling it over in her hand. "Yummy."

"Today, you lose." Janitor mumbled through the tuna sandwiches. "Thrilling, huh?" Feeling thoroughly pleased with himself, he continued to eat the sandwich, watching the red-haired doctor as she replaced the spoon-hammer back into the paper bag.

Is she smiling? She's not meant to smile.

"I'll just get that apple then," she stated. She walked over to the serving hatch, passing the big-eared surgeon. They exchanged a quick hello, and Janitor watched as he walked straight up to him.

Oh, boy, here he comes.

"Mind if I...?"

"Keep moving, Buster."

Nice.

The surgeon continued to walk as the red-haired doctor returned to the table with half an apple.

"I went halfsies with a patient." She explained and took a bite. "So, are you alright?" Janitor looked up at her from his magazine.

"You're new here aren't you?" He asked. She nodded as she chewed on her apple. Janitor watched as she ate the rest of it. She didn't say anything else.

I should say something. Tell her she looks like a chipmunk... No, that's not right.

Swallowing the last bite of her apple she beamed at him.

"I'll see you tomorrow." She picked up her lunchbox and stood up.

"Tomorrow?" Janitor repeated.

"For lunch." She gave him a wink. "Bye!" She threw her apple-core in the bin and bounced off.

"Bye." Janitor spoke to himself, feeling a little warm inside.

See you tomorrow, Red-Haired Doctor.

A.N. Reviews, both good and bad, are welcomed! I hope to get the next chapter up soon.