I wrote this ages ago and I'm finally posting it, it could be very long and I don't have any idea how long it's going to be between posting chapters. Knowing me ages. :)
Hope you like it anyway. As always I don't own Scrubs. R&R.
JD lay on his bed, staring blankly up at the ceiling, lost deep in thought. He heard his phone ringing but he didn't go to answer it, after a minute the answer machine picked up. He heard Elliot's voice,
'Um, It's me. Elliot. I guess you're not in, or sleeping, or just not answering the phone. Look, sorry about last night, I shouldn't have used you like that. It's just I really thought Josh was right for me, then it all fell apart. I really shouldn't say this on an answer machine. Can you just, call me when you get his message please? Sorry JD, I'm so sorry.'
Tears were rolling down JD's face. Elliot had done it again. Ended it with whatever pathetic excuse for a boyfriend she was with and run to him for comfort, every time it ended the same way. One night together, followed by one awkward morning. JD would leave, Elliot would apologize for using him as a comfort again and everything would get back to normal.
Except it wasn't normal. Nothing had been normal since their twisted pattern had begun. Every time it happened it felt like someone was stabbing JD in his heart. He really loved Elliot, he really cared. Yet she only ever used him as rebound sex, she only ever had relationships with jerks. She never realised how he really felt.
She didn't love him. And he hated her for that. Hated that through all she did to him, all the times she hurt him so much he felt he could never be the same, he still loved her. Still answered her every crying phone call at the end of every relationship, still put himself through the pain just to have one night with her. One night where he could pretend things were different. Pretend she felt the same.
He didn't know how much more he could take before he broke. He needed to get away from it, but to do that he'd have to leave everything. Carla, Turk, Dr. Cox, and worst of all Elliot. The girl who was both the reason he wanted to leave, and the reason he couldn't.
He wished he could turn back the clock, to before he had these feelings for her, before their cycle began.
Awhile ago he would have had some weird fantasy about literally turning back a clock then.
Not anymore. He was different than before. Not the happy, quirky, dreamy guy he used to be. More serious, more grounded. Heartbroken. Several times.
He heard the phone ringing, again he let the answer machine pick up. This time it was Carla's voice on the other end.
'Hey JD, Elliot told me that it happened again. I just wanted to see if you were OK. I don't know why you two keep doing this, it's dragging you down so much JD. Anyway, call me when you get this, I need to know you're OK.'
He knew he had to end it. He just had to have one more night with her, one last chance at a happy ending. Even though he knew it would never come.
