Author's Note: This is my first Scrubs fic. Please let me know what you think!
Disclaimer: Sadly, I do not own Scrubs.
Elliot stood in the hospital bathroom in front of a sink, gazing at herself in the mirror. Ever since J.D. had started dating Alex, she couldn't stop thinking about him. She'd always had a thing for J.D., whether she would admit it to herself, or to him for that matter. She tried to talk herself out of it, but she kept going back to him. And now, as she looked in the mirror, it seemed like there was something missing in her. She tore her eyes away from her reflection and began washing her hands. After she finished, she left the bathroom, her mind full of him. She was so absorbed in her thoughts that she didn't see him there, getting a drink from the water fountain. He straightened up right then, and they collided. Elliot instinctively threw her hands up, and they somehow ended up resting on his chest. His hands landed on her shoulders. They stood like that for a moment, eyes locked. Finally Elliot realized what was happening and how close they were standing.
"Oh, uh, sorry, J.D. ," she stammered, taking a step back. "I – I have to go."
She started to walk past him, almost at a run so he wouldn't see how hard she was breathing. But before she could make it, he reached out and grabbed her wrist.
"Elliot, wait." She stopped, but he didn't let go. "Is there anyone in there?" he said, gesturing to the bathroom she had just come out of.
"No," she said, confused by the question. "Wh-" He cut her off, pulling her into the bathroom. "I've been needing to talk to you," he said as he checked to make sure they were really alone in the bathroom. He stood over her, looking down into her eyes. She had to concentrate to keep breathing, hoping he couldn't hear how fast her heart was beating.
"Elliot, I-," he hesitated. She waited for him to finish, having no idea what he would possibly want to say to her that required them to be alone in the women's bathroom. She was barely finishing this thought when he kissed her. At first she was so surprised that she just stood there. Was this really happening? Then her mind shut off and she was kissing him back, soft and tender. They broke apart, eyes locked together for a single moment. It seemed that he was trying to gauge her reaction. She looked up at him, his eyes showing his nervousness, and she couldn't hold herself back any longer. She threw her arms around his neck and kissed him with all the passion she had been holding back for so long. He grabbed her waist, and spun her around so that she was pressed up against the wall. Her hands tangled themselves in his hair as his arms encircled her waist, lifting her off the ground a little. They were thoroughly enjoying themselves (and each other) when they were interrupted by the incessant beeping of his pager. They broke apart and just stood there for a moment, arms still wrapped around each other, eyes locked. He bent down to kiss her one last time, then he left the room as quickly as he'd come.
She stood there for a moment, not wanting to leave this moment. Then she slowly walked over to the mirror she'd been staring into not 10 minutes before. She looked at herself, with her mussed hair and her newfound smile. That's it, she thought. That's what was missing.