Hi! Thought I'd post these here. About a year ago there was a badwrongscrubs ficathon over on LJ. The goal was, you've probably guessed, to write the baddest wrongest scrubs fics and pairings out there. It is a challenge I jumped into with glee. Lots and lots of glee.

Title: Alpha
Bob Kelso/Perry Cox

Prompt: Top Dog

You remember him as an intern. Interns are like puppies: awkward, funny looking, and prone to making messes on the new carpet. They cower in fear at the slightest hint of thunder. They look to you for guidance, acceptance and love; even when you scream at them and swat at them with the newspaper.

He was different from the other interns though. It was his unwillingness to cower that attracted you in the first place.

That crazy staff Christmas Eve party his first year here resulted in the two of you getting in a passionate mess in the office they assigned you as Residency Director.

It's wrong, it's so terribly wrong. He's male (but that didn't matter back in the war, and Harrison had to get it from somewhere), he's your intern (but the kid's bright enough that as long as he doesn't seriously fuck up in the next six months he's shoe in for a residency), and you're both really really drunk off that cheap vodka he brought.

Enid's kicked you out though, after catching you with one of your call girls in Spread Eagle position (again). He was yelling at someone on the payphone earlier tonight so he's probably also been evicted from wherever he's staying.

You're impressed the next day when he acts like nothing happened, most people can't do that. Most interns are either tripping over their own paws in lust or looking for a way to manipulate the situation in their favor.

It doesn't make him more pliable, you find as the incidents continue on into his residency. You thought about molding him into your pet after the first incident (Where did he learn that thing with his tongue?). He's the perfect acolyte: Young, strong, handsome, and the brightest of the sane residents.

Except he doesn't heel to anyone... he will go along, but behind those killer blue eyes you can see he's thinking of how he would do it better.

He's also made higher allies: Benson's has made him his protege (who can top the Chief of Medicine?) and he's also taken up with the Sullivan girl on the board of trustees (You wish the kid luck with that iron fisted bitch).

Still, it doesn't occur to you to worry until your first day as Chief of Medicine, coincidentally his first day as an attending. He's asking for permission to get a patient with no insurance a TIPS procedure. Is this the manipulation you've been waiting for? He doesn't seem like the type, even now, but you need to lay down the law.

"Dr. Cox, you're no longer a resident here. Surely by now you've learned that we treat the patient as much as we're able, and as much as their insurance allows."

"But this procedure could--"

"No insurance. No surgery."

You walk away triumphant, or so you think. In the end, even the surgery would have been too late as the patient dies shortly afterwards. Then he does some digging and discovers you saw that patient twice the year before, when TIPS was still an option. He also knows that Benson always was a sucker for hard luck cases.

And suddenly you have one very angry lone wolf gnawing at your heels.

Fortunately, he falls on his own sword time and again as he chases off those might help him with his own. He even manages to run off Miss Sullivan. You try not to be impressed at the feat.

The he takes her back when she pops out his kid, and you know you're in for a world trouble. Between her power, and that whiny resident that's always trailing him behind and pushing him, he's made Residency Director and your second in command.

Recently the rivalry has mellowed though... maybe it's because he's gotten older, or he has kids, or even that one annoying little hippie tagalong of his finally got through to him; but the barbs have no venom to them any more. You find you don't resent the idea of him taking your place as alpha dog in the hospital as much you used to.

Maybe someday soon you can ask him where he learned that thing with his tongue... and what other tricks he learned.