Hey, this is my first Fanfiction that I plan to work through, especially a story about two guys! I do not own Scrubs or any of the characters.

I would like to thank And She would Fall Xx: She has been my Beta, my person I turn to for advice, and detail help. If you see something very detailed, chances are she did them.

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J.D. clenched his jaw and narrowed his eyes at the man in front of him. It was the worst week of his life. A father's death is never easy to deal with, even without having someone you idolize mock you for your distress.

"Newbie, it's just a hug," Dr. Cox said as he held his arms out.

"You know what? I am sick and tired of working my ass off for you every day, hoping for the smallest gratitude, and yet all I get is your macho bull shit! Can't you leave me the hell alone for once?" J.D. shouted. Every moment of his residency, all Dr. Cox did to him was put him down. He wondered if he could ever do anything that would earn him the respect and approval that he craved from his mentor.

Dr. Cox drew his arms in, swiping his nose and crossing them tightly across his chest. J.D. noticed a vein pulsing dangerously in his neck, and his jaw muscles twitching, fighting back a no-doubt biting remark. He took a deep breath, the unnatural scarlet color his face had turned paling slightly. "Charlotte, I am trying to help you out, here. If you don't want it, then fine."He turned around and left J.D. alone in the doctor's lounge, slamming the door on his way out.

Jonathan Dorian regretted everything he said the moment the door shut, but he knew it was all true. 'He is just trying to mock me again,' J.D thought as he got off the couch. His head was swarming with anger. Storming out of the lounge, all he could think of was getting to his apartment, away from the hospital, and the jackass who inhabited it. He pushed his way through the crowd by the nurse's station, knocking Carla's clipboard to the ground.

"Bambi, what's the matter?" Carla asked as she grabbed his arm.

J.D.'s head turned quickly as he looked at Carla. He bent down to pick up her clipboard, turning it over in his hands, lost in thought. 'She probably told Perry to talk to me,' he considered. Handing the clipboard back to his friend, his mind reeled with this notion. The more he thought about it, the more it made sense. If she knew he was upset, Carla, of all people, would be the one to have the guts to stand up to Dr. Cox and try to make the cruel man comfort him. Everyone else understood that the man was about as comforting as a migraine.

"Bambi?" Carla pulled him out of his own mind, and he snapped, "Why would you tell that condescending bastard to talk to me?" Several of the interns ran off, fearing an argument they would rather die than be pulled into, as Laverne watched intently.

"You have been depressed out of your mind the past few days, and you won't listen to anyone! I figured the only person you would listen to was him," she said. It pained her to see Bambi this saddened. Guilt welled up in her gut. She had honestly thought that sending Dr. Cox to talk to J.D. had been the right thing to do. The boy hung on the older man's every word! Though most of his words were harsh and mean-spirited, she thought he might have been able to conjure up an ounce of sympathy, having lived through the same thing years ago. Apparently not.

"Well then maybe you should have told him to not be such an ass!" J.D. yelled as he turned and stomped his feet childishly towards the exit. He was angrier than he could ever remember being, and knew that the first person who stood between him and his scooter would have to face his wrath, whether they deserved it or not.

"Dr. Dorian, do you have a moment?" A voice said from behind him.

J.D. turned around and was face-to-face with Keith. Oh, how he hated Keith.

"No, in fact, I do not have a moment for you, Keith. Maybe you should do your job on your own for once," he yelled before heading to the elevator. Well, at least he had deserved it. No one dared stand within two feet of him, perhaps feeling the waves of anger rolling off of him incessantly, as he practically ran out of the hospital. He fastened his helmet and got on his Moped. His mind was filled with white-hot fury as he drove home. He made his way into his apartment and threw himself onto the couch. He laid his head on a pillow as he turned on the television to watch a show he hardly cared about, if only to dispel the memories of this wretched day from his mind. He closed his eyes, and eventually drifted off to sleep.

He was awoken abruptly by a knock on the door. He mumbled as he shuffled towards it. Perry was waiting for him, his hands shoved into the pockets of his jeans, on the other side.

"Didn't get enough enjoyment from earlier?" J.D. asked sarcastically. He couldn't believe Cox had the nerve to come to his house. "Want to check out my bathroom? I've got some shampoos that you might enjoy mocking."

"As tempting as that sounds, Newbie, I am just trying to help you." He said as he looked almost sympathetic. "Can I come in?"

"Whatever," J.D. said as he turned around. He sat back on the couch and flipped through a few channels. He heard the door click shut quietly and found himself feeling slightly trapped inside of his own apartment. The couch sank beside him as Perry sat down.

"I know what it's like to lose your father," Cox said as he rested his arm on the back of J.D.'s couch.

Furrowing his brow and leaning heavily away from the older man, J.D. replied, "But did everyone come up to you and drown you in their fake sincerity?" He asked. He focused on the image of Dr. Cox giving up and leaving him alone in his apartment once more, hoping that it might actually happen if he concentrated enough.

"Mary, no one is being fake." Perry sighed as he stared at J.D.

"Then why would Carla need to ask you to come talk with me? If you really cared you would have come on your own!" he yelled.

Perry fixed his eyes on the television before them as he stated, "I was going to come anyway; Carla just gave me the reason."

"Whatever," J.D. said before turning the other way. "You know where the door is," he stated.

Perry glanced at the door and then J.D. He shifted closer to Dorian on the couch, and winced as he violated his own "no-touching" policy, and wrapped his arms around J.D.'s waist, hugging him swiftly. "Only God in his infinite wisdom knows why, but people care about you, Nancy." He waited a moment before getting off of the couch, giving the young doctor a chance to speak. When no response came, he shoved his hands back into his jean pockets and left.

After sitting immobilized for a few minutes, J.D. finally spoke. "Carla spoke to him again, I bet..." He sighed. His friends were trying to fix his life. None of them ever even knew or understood what he was going through. Did they really have the audacity to toy with him now?