Author's Notes: Okay, this was the first idea I ever had for a Scrubs story but I never really got around to writing it because I didn't exactly know how the whole process should go about getting to the climax…it actually originated from a dream I had after Elliot sang "Sally's Song" about JD, mixed with the original and Amy Lee version and then it went to this, but I must say, it'll end quite a bit differently than in the dream. Let's just say I woke up crying…

Anyways, this is my first Scrubs continuation story. I actually have all the chapters plotted out already on paper that I did in school after I got done with my work. Although the song of inspiration is not Sally's Song, but is instead Pretty Girl (The Way) by Sugarcult…you should listen if you haven't, it's great. :D Plus, at the end of chapter two, it'll totally make sense. I'll insert random lyrics from the song throughout the entire story to give it a little more depth and whatnot…anyways, enjoy!

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Disclaimer: I do not own or claim Scrubs as mine or it's characters. If only...

It's the way that he makes you feel; it's the way that he kisses you; it's the way that he makes you fall in love…

"Hey guys, guess what? I got a new boyfriend! Isn't that great?" Barbie squealed in excitement at the top of her lungs.

"What's his name?" asked Carla inquisitively.

"Brian Summers, I just met him this morning before going to work. We somehow started talking after I spilled my cappuccino on his shirt…,"

"Ouch," Turtlehead mumbled.

"…and then we got to talking about our favorite hobbies, plus, he's such a sweet and wonderful guy, and polite too with great hair! He's not like anyone I've ever dated before!" she exclaimed idiosyncratically, making my ears bleed.

"…not like anyone you've ever dated before? Huh…," Sally mumbled, trailing off in disappointment at the obvious fact that she has dated someone like that, only now they have testicles.

"Guys, I think he's the one," she avowed, her whiney voice now becoming very serious and euphoric as the blue-eyed pain in my ass's eyes traveled towards the ceiling, detaching herself for a quick moment of reverie.

"You've got to be kidding me; you've only known him for a couple of hours!" Carla exclaimed exasperatedly, using her quick Latina gesticulation, and then placing her hands on her hips. "That's not enough time to judge a person, Elliot, especially when you haven't even been on a first date with the man yet!"

Blondie was quick to snap out of her trance to respond, side winding her head, "Yeah, well, how do you know that he isn't the one for me, huh there, miss judgmental?"

"Because Elliot—you barely know the guy!" she exclaimed, stating the obvious once again, her Latina accent thickening her enraged words.

"Yeah, Elliot, Carla's right, it is a little weird. You don't know if he ain't no gangbanger or some homely person wanting a free bed to sleep in at night or…or…a tranny!" Gandhi stated comically, his obvious concern for his friend in his voice being present.

"Yeah, you haven't even been on a date with the dude yet…and aren't ya kind of quick to be getting back out there this soon, right…ha-ha?" mumbled the startled Newbie, who obviously wasn't too keen on Barbie getting together with someone after they had just broken up.

"Whatever you guys, just be happy for me, okay?" she sighed, her shoulders slumped and her posture sinking inwards.

Everyone nodded and I decided to walk up to them to give them my two cents of the deal. "So, Barbie, I see you've finally found your prince charming, eh? Well, that's just dandy and all, but honestly, was it that you were just so excited to finally being able to get some real flesh instead of that nerdy, white, pasty sex you had been having with Lucille over there, or did you just decide to call every new relationship you throw yourself into some sort of Taylor Swift 'Love Story' because you lack common human compatibility and the fact that moments like those are just so rare for you because no one likes whiney, neurotic little girls? Or, was it the fact that you could actually get into a relationship that you didn't ruin by, oh, say, a smoldering hot cup of mocha latte being thrown onto some poor fool's chest who felt sorry enough for your clumsy ass to ask you out on a date that got your little heart fluttering, princess? Which is it? Is it the new sex buddy, the love story, or the mocha? It's just see-HOE magical, isn't it?"

She just looked at me, thunderstruck with her mouth hanging open, and she blinked hard, angrily responding, "It was a cappuccino! A-and you're an ass!"

Grinding my teeth and scowling, I shoved a patient's chart into her hand and told her to get to work and began to walk away. Of course, I hadn't even walked a few feet away from the four of those pains-in-the-asses when the she-devil's voice rang through my head as she crept up behind me, following, yakking away as usual.

"Getting on your nerves yet?" she sneered, clearly amused.

"From the moment I heard the children crying," I answered her sarcastically, clearly irritated.

"I meant Blondie, you jackass," she snarled.

"When doesn't she, I mean, she is Barbie, you know," I said casually as I turned towards the break room, "so, what the hell are you doing here anyway? Surely you're Botox injections haven't worn out already, have they? Because if it's money you're looking for, I gotta tell ya, sweet cheeks, I'm spent, comprende?"

As we entered the break room, she replied, "No, no, just stopping by to say hi and to ask if you've gotten any patients that may have been tied to a serial killing case from something I had been reading about. Apparently there has been some sort of Jack the Ripper character running around and killing random victims off within a three-day period. There have been eleven known victims so far and each of the victims mysteriously disappears and then they are found in some remote area, gutted and battered. It's speculated that there could be more out there and it seems to be only happening within our metro area so I was curious as to what you may know about this," she asked just as casually as if it didn't even concern her, which I knew it didn't. Although I wasn't going to ask, I wondered why she was so interested in it, but I honestly didn't have the time to listen to why, I'll ask later.

"Nope, haven't heard anything about any murders and whatnot, nor did we receive any patients like that, but if I do hear something, you'll certainly be the last person I'll tell, oh-kyay? Buh-bye!" I informed her quickly as I began to leave the break room practically running from her.

Then of course, another pest just had to follow me too. What did she want? Can't I ever get a break? "Barbo—whatever you've got to say—"

"Can you cover my shift tonight? I already asked JD but he's busy tonight too and Brian and I real—"

"Fine, just get your whiney face out of mine before I change my mind," I growled, now regretting making that decision and obviously, Samantha isn't really busy based on her track record.

"Thank you so much, Dr. Cox! You don't know how much this means to me!" she teemed with unbridled, Barbie joy.

"Yeah, yeah, just go," I warned her maliciously, and she began to walk away with a skip in her step. My first thoughts were why the hell did I just do that, but I suppose since Barbie's been working extra hard lately, covering one night for her won't hurt anything, I suppose. I might as well take a few hours off for the afternoon, my patients aren't going to die within the next few hours anyway and my gomer's asleep, so I'm clear for the meanwhile.

I took my seat at the counter and ordered a scotch on the rocks and began staring at the T.V. After a few seconds, I noticed someone beginning to sit next to me and turned to investigate. The first thing that caught my eye about him was his perfect hair. It was charcoal tinted, flawlessly moussed, and it looked completely natural, unlike Newbie's hair. He had a very round, clean and young looking face, so I could have guess he was around about thirty-five. He had perfect posture and teeth, but oddly enough, he almost had a cold vibe to him, despite his smiling at me.

"What's your name, pal?" he asked curiously. He then turned to the bartender, "One small glass of liquor, please," he requested.

"Perry. Perry Cox—and you?"

"Brian Summers's the name," he paused for a moment with an inquiring look on his face, "you wouldn't happen to be Dr. Cox, would you?"

So, this was Barbie's coffee shop boyfriend. "I'm guessing your new girlfriend mentioned something of me, eh?" I started chuckling proudly, "I'm sure she's told you a lot about me and what a great doctor I am."

He smiled disappointedly, shining those pearly whites at me, answering, "She mentioned you, but according to her, you're the biggest pain in the ass on earth and she wishes that your head would just explode when you go on your 'long-winded rants.' Of course, her words, not mine. You seem like a pretty decent fellow to me, so that's fine by my standards. I don't pass judgment on people." What on earth did they talk about during that short duration of time?

His mannerism for some strange reason seemed too perfect. Underneath that perfection and boyish complexion, he had some sort of expression engraved on his character that didn't seem to hide well behind that flawless smile of his, something almost troubled, dangerous maybe. I had never met someone that I instantly felt something very foreboding about them was present, and he hadn't even said or did anything wrong to irk me to think that.

"She said that now, did she? I'll have a talk with her later," I mumbled heatedly.

"Oh, I'm sure she doesn't mean it like that," he said. Immediately, the bartender gave him a glass of liquor.

"You haven't known her long enough to have the right to say that, buddy, that's Barbie all over," I chuckled bitterly. I probably seemed like the spiteful person I am trying to make him out to be now. "So, what's your profession? I think we've already gotten mine covered," I asked him curiously. Why was I so curious about this guy? I usually let the other person question me before I them, because basically, I could care less. Especially considering this is Barbie's new boy toy. Don't tell me I actually care about who Blondie's seeing, am I? Dear God, the world is surely ending.

"I'm a traveling salesman, so I don't stay in one place for too long," he said nonchalantly as he gawked at the wall in front of him.

Peering over at him emotionlessly, I asked, "Then why the hell date her when she obviously couldn't follow you because of her own profession?"

He smirked and took a sip of the drink he had ordered a moment ago, "I guess…because something special about Elliot attracted me to her," he said impassively.

What amazed me the most, though, was how soullessly he spoke of her. Maybe that was just the way he was, but something about him didn't seem normal. He didn't come off as the sweet and caring guy that Blondie made him out to be. Maybe he really was just giving her a pity date for embarrassing herself, who knows? I also could just be quick to judge…wait, why in the hell did I even care? It wasn't my problem! God knows I try to stay out of my colleague's personal lives as much as possible, especially Barbie's! I must be coming down with a fever or something, dear God…

"So, how long have you known Elliot?" he spoke, nudging me out of my trail of aggravating thoughts.

"Five years as of recent," I said, rubbing my facial hair slowly, and then my curls. He could tell I was aggravated.

"Ah. I'm also guessing because of your age that you're her superior, or perhaps her mentor, or something to that effect?" he tried to guess, only being half right.

"Superior—yes. Mentor—hell no. Never, ever, not in a thousand years ever, not even if I irrupted into flames and my life depended on me saying that horrible phrase to extinguish them, not even if a gun was put to my head and was asked that very same question can I assure you, the answer will forevermore be no—not now, nor will I hee-ever, be Barbie's mentor. Not even if I had the opportunity to ruin Hugh Jackman's career. I am never going to be her mentor, never, ever, ever! No!" I exclaimed, physically emphasizing my point with my famous hand gestures and facial expressions. Though, I may have gone a bit overboard with my rant.

He was completely awestruck and surprised, but to my own surprise, he smiled faintly, "I guess she was spot-on with your 'long-winded' aspect of ranting," ending with a finishing sip of his liquor. "Hate to leave ya, pal, but I have business needing taken care of elsewhere, so maybe we'll see each other again sometime in the near future, say?" This time he seemed sincere enough.

"Don't count on it." I was only being honest.

He actually chuckled, "Yeah, same here." He sat up and nodded at me, "Take care," he mumbled. I nodded back and took one last sip of my scotch and soon got up and left myself to get started on Barbie's shift.

As I sat over at the lunch table, the four most annoying people, Carla an exception, walked in and of course, Barbo was jawing away about her date last night to her friends.

"…and Brian was telling me how much I reminded him of this girl he had a crush on in high school, but then he said that I was light-years prettier and more interesting than her and that he enjoyed the date with me and hopes to go out on another date with me again really soon," she said, taking a deep breath and sighing as they all sat down at my table, "and he was such a gentlemen! He did everything right and…just, wow. I can't even begin to sum up how amazing that guy was," she ended, giggling incoherently, her eyes rolling towards the ceiling in a daze.

I just didn't get it. What was so amazing about that guy? Unless he acts like a completely different person around Barbie, I don't see what's so amazing about him in the first place. He seemed too detached and cold for someone like her. He just seemed…DAMN IT! Perry Cox, stop thinking about Barbie and her man whore! "If I wanted to listen to something pointless and annoying, I would just sit through a church sermon," I snarled, picked my tray up, walked over to the garbage and emptied it, and began to walk away from that maddening girl.

Moments later as I strolled down the halls angrily, the EMS darted towards me with a female patient with what appeared to be massive bleeding and injuries and I quickly followed.

As we entered the ICU, a very tall and lanky male paramedic told me, "The patient was found staggering alone and bleeding to death in a local park by a jogger a few minutes ago and it's presumed that she was involved in an attempted murder, but she was only able to give the jogger her name before collapsing from loss of blood," he said nervously, "her name is Becky Conner and she's apparently thirty-four years old and from this area, we don't know anymore as of yet," he ended as they placed her on the bed and started to hook her up to the machines.

Attempted murder...most likely by the serial killer Jordan mentioned earlier. Whoever it was, was nearby and right here in the area. Things could be looking dangerous until they catch the perpetrator…hopefully Jordan is smart enough to realize not to go flesh hunting on her own tonight.

Author's Note: Okay, so that's it! I hope you enjoyed it and I put a few homage's to certain things in here if you can pinpoint and just some references. Sorry my medical knowledge is poo, I hope it's believable. xD; Anyways, My Nah Nah Nah is coming on and I am going to go! Later!