Note-My story "Our Gained Loss" was depressing me, so I took some time to write a fluffy oneshot! Yay!

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"Let's face the facts about me and you, a love unspecified…"

I stood in the kitchen of his flat, humming the Waffle Song and listening to the radio. Turk and Carla had started their shifts early, so I was on my own, and that meant only one thing: waffles and music! Unfortunately, I had lost my favourite Journey CD, so I had to settle for the radio. I hadn't been focusing on the song that was currently playing, but when I heard the next lyrics my ears pricked up.

"Though I'm proud to call you Chocolate Bear, the crowd will always talk and stare"

Chocolate Bear? That was my nickname for Turk. How had it got into a song?

I took a seat on the counter, and frowned at the radio as the song continued playing.

"I feel exactly those feelings too, and that's why I keep them inside, 'coz this bear can't bear the world's disdain, and sometimes it's easier to hide than explain our guy love! That's all it is! Guy love, he's mine, I'm his! There's nothing gay about it in our eyes…"

The song could have been written for me and Turk! I listened in wonder as the two men on the radio sang passionately about their "guy love" for each other.

"And when I say, I love you man, it's not what it implies!"

Wow, the guy singing could really hit the high notes!

"It's guy love…between…two…guys! And that was Zach Braff and Donald Faison singing Guy Love, the hit song from new popular Broadway show: My Musical…"

The station presenter went on to talk about ticket winning chances. But then I smelt the smoke from the cooker, and ran to my now black breakfast, and didn't give the song a second thought.

"Morning, Carla!"

"Morning JD!" Carla smiled as I leant on the desk in front of her.

"What's up, Pickle? You've got that bit of saliva on your bottom lip, so there's definitely something juicy going on!"

"Go talk to Kelso! Oh, Bambi, you're gonna love it!"

Bambi? There's definitely something going on when Carla calls me Bambi.

"Ah, Dr Dorian!" came Kelso's familiar voice behind me. "I've recently received a letter from Patti Miller"

"Miss Miller? The woman who heard singing?" I asked.

"That's right, Dr Dorian! Apparently she's an acclaimed Broadway writer and has turned her experiences into a musical. She's sent free tickets to everyone who treated her, that's you, Turkleton, Nurse Turkleton, Dr Reid and Perry. I'm not going because I have a conference in Austin. And by that I mean golf weekend in Hawaii. Normally I wouldn't allow this but apparently it'll give us good publicity which means more money yada yada yada, long story short you're going like it or not!"

He turned and walked off. I turned back to Carla. She grinned.

"Oh my god, that's amazing! I'm going to Broadway!" I grinned, jumping up and down.

"Tracy, I know it's a godsend that the new blush that oh-so-perfectly matches your skin tone if finally out for twelve dollars at the drugstore but will you please go and celebrate with your gal-pals somewhere else, may I remind you that this is actually a hospital, nawt a slumber party, regardless of the many sleeping people which you must not wake under any circumstances, which actually brings me back to my original point, shut up and stop jumping around like an overexcited spaniel!"

"Do you rehearse these?" Carla asked, teasingly.

"Sometimes…"

"Dr Cox, are you coming?" I said. I expected a prescription for no, or a rant, or at least a snappy response. But I was proved wrong.

"I am, Newbie. It'll be a good chance to get out of this hell-hole, and who knows; maybe you'll give me an hour or two of piece while we're there!"

He turned and stalked off.

"Hey JD!"

I turned around to see Elliot and Turk coming up to the desk.

"We're going to Broadway!" I screamed, and dived at Turk, enveloping him in a hug.

"Get a room!" I heard Dr Cox yell from down the corridor.

"Am I going to Broadway?" asked an elderly patient from his bed.

"No, Mr Shannon"

"Aww…"

The theatre was massive. In the darkness of an early winter evening, the colourful lights lit up our breath as it condensed in the air. A huge poster hung from the overhang, showing a confused looking Patti surrounded by singing doctors.

We sidled in, and we took our seats, me between Elliot and Turk. Carla handed out sandwiches while Elliot read the program she had insisted on buying.

"Zach Braff and Donald Faison have received tremendous praise for their singing abilities, whilst Sarah Chalke, who plays…" she flicked to the actors page. "Me, has got a lot of stick for a bad voice!" she flopped the leaflet down on her lap. "Frick!"

"If her voice is anything like your irritating squeak, Barbie, I understand completely!"

Elliot was near to tears.

"Don't listen to him, Elliot! Look at this…" Carla said, grabbing the program and sending Dr Cox a death glare. "While critics have attacked Chalke for her singing, her amazing portrayal as neurotic Dr Elliot Reed…oh look, they spelt your name wrong…has had even the harshest reviewers shouting her praises!"

Elliot grinned triumphantly at Dr Cox.

"What else does it say…oh, JD, it's got a bit about you!"

"What? Lemme see!" I yelled, and grabbed the program. I scanned the text briefly. "Here it is! Zach Braff shines in the lead role as Dr John Dorian, managing to be hilariously comic even in the darkest moments of the play. Unfortunately…oh no, there's an unfortunately…his tendency to occasionally overact slightly ruins what is otherwise a dazzling performance! What?"

"Don't worry, Bambi! It's not you, it's the actor!"

"There are so many ways I could take the Mick out of that sentence that I…I just can't pick one! Oh my god I'm loosing my touch…" Dr Cox muttered to himself.

I sighed, and sat upright in my seat. It was then that I felt a tap on my shoulder.

"Excuse me; can you sit down a little? I can't see!"

I recognised the voice, and I turned around.

"Oh no…"

"Scooter?"

"Janitor! What are you doing here?"

"Oh, because I'm a Janitor I can't come to see a Broadway musical?"

"I didn't…why are you still in your jumpsuit?"

"It's not a jumpsuit! Who wears a belt with a jumpsuit? It looks stupid! Anyway, I only just got off work! You got a problem?"

"N-no…" I muttered, and turned back to the stage.

The lights dimmed, and everyone turned their attentions to the stage. The show was about to begin!