Another fic! Whoop! Janitor Elliot type stuff again. Reviews are appreciated. This will be a chapter fic.
The Janitor was in a pickle. He stood squared off with the one and only Dr. Percival Cox. The Janitor didn't know that his name was Percival because if he did he would make a mockery of the senior doctor, but no, he only called him Dr. Cox, or poodle-y doctor, or even just hey you. Although they had their differences they did often get along. The Janitor found that if he didn't bother Dr. Cox then Dr. Cox didn't bother him.
Not today.
Today, blond doctor was racing behind him, trying to get a question answered. Dr. Cox came to a halt at the nurses station and Elliot began chatting hurriedly to him. The senior doctor looked at her and whistled in her face. Elliot started and he told her to hurry off before he did something awful to her. Elliot did as she was told.
The Janitor watched her go, wondering why it was so hard to be nice to someone who tried so hard. He turned to Dr. Cox and mopped his shoes. That made him feel better.
The good doctor looked at his shoes and then at the Janitor. He crossed his arms at him. The Janitor shrugged.
"Blond doctor is nice," he told him and Dr. Cox narrowed his eyes at him.
"Oh, are you still on about that?" The doctor picked up his charts and crossed his arms again. He looked at the Janitor with a smirk. "Aw, is that that school-boy crush you have for Dr. Barbie? Because by god, Janitor, why don't you just run slow motion down the hall and take her in your arms because she would just love that, she would just love it!" Dr. Cox looked at him and smirked.
"She likes me," the Janitor assured the Doctor. "More than you think."
"Really? IS that why you had to trick her into a date? Hmm? Because I think girls like her don't like guys like you."
So it was true, but Dr. Cox didn't know it.
"I wouldn't have to trick her," he said. "For anything."
"Even a kiss?"
"A kiss?"
"A smack-a-rooney!" Dr. Cox smiled, thinking himself champion of this round against the Janitor.
"Okay, I'll do it."
"You will?" Dr. Cox looked at him, first slightly surprised and then he smiled at him. "Okay, let's wager something a little less worthy this time," he said and set his clipboard down and smiled at the Janitor. "A kiss, on the lips, something semi-passionate, and no tricking her into it like saying you have some cherry lip gloss on your lips or something that Barbie would go for! A real kiss, are you up for the challenge?"
"Yes I am," the Janitor said and smirked. "What are we wagering?"
"Eh, twenty bucks?"
"Done and done," he agreed.