Scrubs
My Idea Of The Norm
This idea just came to me last night. And, I don't wanna tell any more, or I'll give away the plot. The beginning is short, but I want to get this road on the show.
Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs.
"No, no, no, Newbie!"
JD rolled his eyes. Rant, Girl's name. More ranting. Another girl's name... Always the same...
Rant:
"How is it that you can be so-ho incompetent that you can't even put in an IV correctly? I mean, seriously, Georgina. You're an attending. What's your deal?"
Girl's name.
"Where were you, exactly, the day they were passing out common sense? Did someone hit you with the door as you tried to enter the building? Or maybe you just danced on by in your ballet tou-tou. Whatever the case is, you just didn't stop and jumped into the stupid girl pool, huh?"
Wait, that rant sounded familiar...
"Dr. Cox, are you getting rusty?" JD asked, narrowing his eyes.
Perry opened his mouth to speak.
"Haha! I caught you in your rant act!" JD yelled, cutting him off. He pointed a finger at him, cackling a laugh.
Dr. Cox raised his eyebrows a him. "Newbie, newbie, newbie..." He said. "You're so right that it's making you... wrong."
JD looked at him, shocked. "What...?" he asked.
"Missy, after six, seven years of ranting on and on at you about your girlish and incompetent behaviors, I'm going to run low sometimes. And, at those times, I'll have to recycle afew old ones. Now, think about that Casandra, while I put in this IV correctly."
Yeah... The same as any other day... Repitition, repitition.
"...and then he said he was recycling old insults and called me Casandra." JD rolled his eyes, sipping his coffee.
Turk leaned agenst the Coffee Bucks table and frowned. "Why do you let him treat you like that, anyways?"
JD looked at the ceiling, smiling dreamily. "'Cause he's sooo dynomite..."
Turk narrowed his eyes. "Dude."
Suddenly, someone practically materialized in the chair next to the two. Well, slammed down, banging her fists agenst it anyways...
JD screamed, falling out of his chair. Turk jumped buck, stumbling abit.
"Shut up," Jordan said.
"But... we haven't even spoken yet..." JD said, picking himself up from the floor. He looked at Jordan, then to a teenaged girl standing next to her. "Who's the girl?"
"Hey, DJ! I have a great idea for you! Shut up!"
"Oooh, nice Jordan. Get your 'tude on." The girl lifted a camera and snapped a picture of JD.
Realization suddenly washed over JD's face. "Oh my goodness."
"Yeeeeeah," Jordan said, looking at JD. She turned, quickly to Turk. "You. Where's Perry?"
"Um, I don't know..." Turk mumbled, staring hard at the girl, mouth agape. "Is she..."
"Shut up," Jordan said, standing up. "C'mon, Max."
Jordan walked off. She didn't wait for the girl to walk with her, she just walked away.
Max gave the two a small smile, lifting her eyebrows. She lifted her camera again and flashed a picture. "Cheese." And she ran off.
Repitition, repitition. Lets mix things up abit...
Perry walked into one of his patient's rooms. She was an older lady with grey streaks breaking through her black hair.
Perry smiled at her. "Well, Ms. Olstein, you're infection cleared right up. You'll be able to get out of here tomorrow."
Ms. Olstein smiled. "That's good. I was starting to get alittle worried."
"No need to be." He grinned again. "And, no. I'm not a super hero. I'm just Perry Cox."
He turned, hands on his hips. "Clap, Ms. Olstein," he ordered.
The woman began to clap, hard, and Perry strolled out, hands still on his hips.
BAM! Outside the door, a hand smacked him across the fourhead. "Hell, Perry! Don't do that, you look like an idiot!"
Perry growled. "Jordan..."
"The one and only," she said, smiling at him. "And do I have a surprise for you."
Max ran up behind her, camera to her face, and flashed a picture of Perry.
"Look! My brother was a whore!"
Well, this oughta shake these repetitive days up abit...
