AN: #26 in The Great One-Shot Expulsion. I love this one because it brings back the half-kitten-half-monkey that the show really didn't stress enough of. I mean, come on! Who doesn't want one of those? Plus, you know, teh Todd. It can't be helped. :)
Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Scrubs. I do not own the characters of the television show Scrubs.
No Sprain, No Gain:
"Ouch! Hey, J-Dawg, careful with the equipment, huh?"
"Todd," JD sighs exasperatedly, standing from his leaning position, "I just...How the hell did you sprain your penis? I didn't even know you could!"
"It's common among idiots, posers, and men who try to convince other men that they're straight," a gruff voice says from the doorway. Both men turn to find Perry Cox leaning in the door frame, arms crossed and eyes blazing.
"Perry?" JD asks, his eyebrows furrowing. "Wh—"
"I'll take it from here, Georgina," the older man says firmly, shoving his hands into the pockets of his white coat and stepping into the room. He cocks his head towards the door, and JD, with a confused and apologetic look in the Todd's direction, leaves. As soon as the young man is gone, Perry closes the door, stepping right up to the man and narrowing his eyes.
"Who put you up to it?" he asks boldly, his tone low and dangerous.
"Put me up to wh—"
"Who?" Perry barks, startling the surgeon into jumping.
"Dude with the mop," the Todd replies quickly, swallowing nervously.
The older man growls. "Jumpsuit," he mutters. "Should've guessed." There is a minute of silence before he continues. "Listen up, Peep Show. That little girl out there? She's taken. As in off limits. As in you try this again and your jumpsuit man friend will have more to clean off the walls than just mystery goo. Understood?"
The Todd nods vigorously, his eyebrows shooting up hopefully as he raises his hand. "Nice try five?"
Perry snarls and turns on his heels, leaving the room in a huff.
Somewhere across the hospital, a figure sits in the video surveillance room, watching the scene on the monitor unfold.
"Well-played, Mean Doctor." A high, nasally voice echoes off the walls as a hand gently strokes an imaginary half-kitten-half-monkey. "Well-played.
