Subject: Scrubs, JD/Perry

Disclaimer: I do not own the Scrubs franchise. This is a fan-made story of no value or profit.

Summery: There are many ways for someone to deal with a new turn in their life. Avoiding it isn't one, and neither is putting it off. One way or another though, Dr. Cox will have to face the music brought on by dreams that he probably shouldn't be having anyways...right?

A/N: This chapter is probably riddled with typos and fragmented to all fuck, but I'm kinda wasted and stressed and tired, so I'll try to fix it in the morning if I can...I'll try (I have now done so: 8/30/11). Anyways, yeah, chapter two. There will be one more and that's that. Next will be the development and raunchy sex. I'll probably be drunk for that too (seems I need an inhibition removal to write anything decent). I hope this chapter comes out to standards- no matter how low, really, I'm not picky at all. Also, everyone who reviewed, i could hug you. Your review made my days and gave me will to choke down that last shot. No, really though, in all seriousness, they helped a ton and I can't thank you enough. I really, honestly hope that this chapter enough to uphold your praise.

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This couch is comfortable, JD noticed. And that was the truth. In fact, the old, beat up couch was probably the most suitable piece of furniture to nap on. That was a bit strange actually, seeing as how it was probably from a back-ally or dumpster. Oh well, no matter the details it was still cushy as hell and had a great hammock affect. People really underestimate broken-in furniture.

The comfort, unfortunately, made it no surprise that Dr Cox had demanded that JD take the floor instead. Demanding being more of pushing him off while he slept. But again, details weren't important.

They had been sitting in their Cox-designated seating areas for some time before the older doctor finally spoke. "So, I heard that your patient's family final decided to put in the paperwork."

"Yeah...no resuscitation from this point on. You know, it's weird. I think I've spent as much time saving people as I have waiting for people to die."

"That's the way of it, Newbie. You'll be OK."

JD turned his head to look at his mentor. Was he actually being supportive? Dr. Cox was stomach down on the couch, head buried in the arm cushion, effectively cutting off anyway to see what he might be feeling. He was probably just tired. Think I'll just stick with supportive. It was either that or a trick...and support was just the better option.

It didn't take long for his beeper to go off. But he didn't have to rush despite the insistent sounding 'beep'. There was no crash cart waiting for him, no nurses waiting for orders, no panicking interns trying to dissolve into the ether. No, any of that would probably lose him his license. The "dark-side of medicine" as he'd come to call it. After the last three years JD had finally figured out that to properly be a healer now-a-days you sometimes just had to zip it and forfeit a battle or two. Sometimes three if it was a really bad day- but rarely was a Doctor willing to give up on three lives and certainly not JD.

So he waited for a little while before getting up from the linoleum floor and heading for the now late Mrs. Cairston's room. Late to the late...oh jeez, I must be tired.

"Good luck." JD heard on his way out. Or thought he heard, it could of easily been his mind wishing himself luck. Just to be safe though, he quietly gave a thank you to the air. Only someone looking for it would hear, and if not, well it never hurt to say thanks.

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It was a simple thing to sneak up on JD. The trick was to wait for him to gaze off because once he did, oh, there was this wonderful 2-7 minute window of uninteruptable opportunity. With such availability, it was hard not to take advantage of it. All it took one one well applied poke and...

"Ow!" he was promptly dragged out of his fantasy by the force of what he could only assume equaled that of a three car pile-up applied directly to a vulnerable rib. All from a single finger. "Seriously, Elliot, do you lift weights with those? Because I'm nearly certain you could enter an Iron Man competition with those things and win."

"Awe, thanks JD." She cooed and shoved him lightly. "So, I heard you're nearly done for today."

Finally, he thought happily. "Yep, just a few more things I am so out of here."

Elliot's smile brightened, "Well, how about we get some drinks? We haven't gotten together in a while and I...maybe-also-kinda heard that you had a rough several days on call." She winced slightly, not forgetting that it was covering her shift that had started his 'rough several days'.

JD raised a questioning eyebrow, "Carla?"

"Yeah, Carla. Don't be mad at her?"

"Why would I be? You know how she worries." they both nodded in a moment of complete agreement. "Anyhow, yeah, drinks. Actually, that sounds really good."

"Great! I'll drive and meet you in the lobby in...let's say one hour. Good?"

"Good." And it was. Sleep was great and all, but getting out would be nice and was almost certain to get his mind off of work. Which was great seeing as his beeper had just gone off yet again.

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"What kind of person comes into a hospital and then refuses medication? Its- It's just ridiculous!" One Nectarini (heavy on the tini to celebrate not being on call) and two beers in and JD was just thrilled to let Elliot know about his day(s). It was his turn anyways; they'd decided that one drinks worth of ranting per person was a fair deal.

"That's OK," she sympathized as JD worked though his second beer, "I had this woman who must have walked out with half the hospital medication stock. Still don't know how she did that or what she could do with the stuff, I mean most of it was just laxatives and blood-thinners...anyways the point is, well there is not point. More drinks over here!"

JD took the time too finally get a good look around. They weren't at the normal hangout in an attempt to avoid any hospital staff. Tonight was work-free in every way if they could at all help it.

This place was bigger, newer, and themed to fit the younger crowds. More nauseating strobe and pounding beat with a constant, withering mass of dancers. Well, it was certainly different, and, like Turk had pointed out to him in a difficult time, different wasn't always bad. Even if it might be a close call...

"Still your turn, silly." Elliot shook his drink proving that it was indeed not empty.

"Sorry. Let's see, oh, right! You know how Dr. Cox spent most of the last days going between ignoring me completely and yelling at me? Well, then he goes and covers for me so I can sleep of all things. I mean, he did get around to yelling at me again, so I guess not all out of the norm. But still..."

"You're honestly bothered that you got sleep?"

"No, I'm just wondering if maybe he was planning on murdering me when I was asleep but backed out at the last minute." He thought quietly before adding, "Maybe that's why he yelled at me after. But..no, then he was nice again. Maybe he felt bad about something?"

"Ya know," Elliot grabbed the new drink that had been placed before them, "I would not doubt it. I mean, he's mean. He enjoys others pain and misery. He angry. It could totally add up to murder. But then, he's a Doctor so murder is kinda not his forte. No wonder the nurses like gossip so much. You guys are like a walking soap."

JD scoffed, "Just the nurses is it? Yeah, as if," He knew Elliot was right there with the best of the hospital gossip mongers. Hell, the way she picked it up there was probably some special training or something...maybe the janitorial staff taught the investigation and torture class... "Were you trained to be a gossip? Cause it seems like a good business opportunity for some."

"...Right, hey look, new drinks!" she grabbed the delivered beers. "My turn now."

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"Dr. Cox? Dr. Cox, wake up, already"

It's either morning or whoever this cruel bastard is has a spotlight. It was morning, a fact the Perry found unusually annoying now that there was a silhouette in it. "I'm up, stop shaking me already." He was still on the lounge room's couch and, as comfortable as it was, it was not made for long term sleeping. There was the on-call room, but Bob insisted that since Perry wasn't technically 'on-call' that night, he could crash on the couch or leave.

The option was more then he'd expected so the couch it was.

"Carla," he sat up slowly, stretching and taking stock of all his limbs. "You're here early."

"Good thing too or someone else might of caught you here...sleeping..." her flushed face said other things though.

"Damn..." He laid back down, more than happy to bury his face in the musty cushion.

"So?"

"What 'so'?"

Perry could feel Carla settle herself on the arm of the couch. "So, what's this about?"

He kept quiet, listening till Carla huffed in annoyance. "Go away."

"No," she made herself more comfortable on the couch arm. "You already know I have to be here, seriously, I'll get withdraw if I'm not working on your issues." It was sad and true. He's seen her without her fix of fixing before, it was never pretty. "And I already know most of it, so you may as well-"

"You're not going to shut-up are you?" he growled.

"Don't take that tone with me." She scolded back. "But fine then, lets talk about something else..."

"Like what exactly? You're only interested in gossip."

"True, and you have plenty. How's Jack."

"Wouldn't know."

"OK, how's Jordan."

"Don't care."

"Just because she left doesn't mean you get to stop trying. You know, someone reasonable enough to give you the chance-"

At this, Perry flipped over, glaring away at Carla. "You said you spoke with her, what, exactly, did she say?"

"Umm, well, she said that she was didn't like that you weren't committed to your relationship and maybe leaving will straighten you out...yeah, that's about it."

"So nothing about a Prussian towel-boy she met on vacation? Nothing about not telling me that he would be over two weeks ago? No?" Carla stared. "Didn't think so. I'll be leaving now." Perry pushed himself up and rushed out of the room. Carla would probably have a fit and chase him down later, but in all honesty, screw it. He could deal with that later, now he just wanted to wash up and have something remotely resembling coffee. He couldn't help but think back to what Carla had said. Figures Jordan wouldn't say anything...But there it was. She hadn't told. Anyone, not even him. Something they had always clung too was that Jordan always told. Always. But not this time...not this time. So, Perry did the only sensible thing: told her to leave. Pack and leave, that was it. He'd see Jack on weekends but nothing more. In the end it was simple: their relationship was hinged on brutal honesty. If the honesty wasn't there, neither was the relationship. So, she left, off to a friends or a relatives; he didn't really care. Of course, it was also pretty much that same night that the dreams had started. Not too far from normal at first: the hospital, a constantly present Newbie, the constant need too do something (hit him was Perry's first thought). Then, it was more. On-call rooms, showers, supply closets, Perry's apartment, a park. Brushes, hugs, touches, eyes, hair, skin, heat.

He shook his head to clear the memories. That was not something he needed to be remembering right now. Defiantly not...

Soon, any hopes for actual coffee in this hellhole were long vanished by the reality of caffeinated shit-water commonly handed out in these halls. It did create that great game of watching interns force themselves to choke it down though- seeing as it was caffeine and with their shifts there was hardly a choice. Weaker interns had actually been broken by a crappy cup of coffee placed considerately on top of what was already a crap job experience and sleep deprivation.

Good fun for the Attendings though.

He tossed his empty paper cup into a nearby bin and headed for the restroom, not that he got far when a muffled groan caught Perry's attention. With the on-call room as its origin, he was surprised not to find someone having sex (if they were lucky there might even be someone with them). Though, it was 6:30 in the morning, so maybe it was a bit early for people to be taking a roll in the hay.

Instead it was coming from an unconscious person- which wasn't as surprising as it should have been...especially once he was that it was Newbie. On one of the bunks he noticed Barbie in a similar state. How they got in here, who knew. But their clothing and the still sharp smell of alcohol told where they'd come from. Perry checked the blond, she was still out cold, burrowed into one of the thin sheets.

JD was curled up on the floor near the door- Perry noted, defiantly not in bed with Elliot. Not that he cared, it was just logistics of course. It didn't mean anything.

When JD groaned again and covered his face to hide it from the violent hall light, Perry was quick to close the door. "How many girl drinks did it take to do this..." he seen firsthand what a lightweight the kid could be if slipped any real alcohol. Not that it mattered, but still, he couldn't help but feel at least some sympathy toward the resident. It wasn't that long ago that Perry had spent many night getting himself into a similar state, and while he got better at it, waking up never grew part anything less then hellish. He knelt down and brushed away the dark hair that had fallen into JD's face. It was soft, but that was obvious to anyone really. Even with products it was soft. Perry had felt it before, but ignored it then. Now it tore into his subconscious, lodging itself in the future-reference area.

When the door swung open -JD was quick to try and roll out of the light though he wasn't near awake enough to pull it off- Perry was expecting some sorry Intern or an anger Carla or her Newbie-protective husband to be there. They would see laugh or glare depending on what they thought he was doing, kneeling next to JD, hand on his head. What he was not expecting Robert Kelso standing there in what seemed to be Christmas themes night pants. Perry cleared his throat and moved his hand. "Bobbo, if you don't mind, your horrifyingly dressed self is scaring the unconscious children."

"Har, har." Kelso made to pull up his pants but the refused to rise any further. His eyes flashed over Perry. Did he notice? "Enid chased me out before I could get changed properly. However, it is quite comfortable, so get used to seeing this." Perry would of cringed at the notion but he was busy trying to read Bob's expression. Crap, he must have seen... "Right then," Bob continues with a coarse throat clearing. "As of now you are late for your shift my three minutes. Exactly. I was going to give you this weekend on call, but I figure it would be best if you just watched the kids here. Hopefully neither has died since I last put them here, the last thing we need is a lawsuit." he left, taking a moment to pop his head back into the room, "Oh, and you'll be on call this weekend."

"You wouldn't be you if I wasn't." he quickly snapped back. Did he...

"Thought you'd appreciate that."

Perry didn't but Bob had effectively vanished (a feat for an overweight devil in Christmas pants). "Great. He saw." All he needed was for the Chief of Medicine to think we had molesting an unconscious, male resident. "Just wonderful."

But now JD was moving again, though it was doubtful that he knew what was going on. There was one fast way to fix that though; something well tried and well tested by Perry himself, and he was certain it would not only work, but probably cheer him up in the process. No way was it worth an extra shift, but it would shorten his babysitting sentence. So, tossing JD over his shoulder, (he was not thinking about the warm body against his) Perry strided into the attached shower and locker room, turn a faucet on till it was a frigid blast, and unceremonious deposited his brunette baggage into the stream.

It was all the yelping, cursing, and sad-eyed shivering Perry could hope for. And suddenly, it was also all the dripping water, the wet clothing, the messed hair that Perry had not anticipated.

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A cold dunking was not only completely unwelcome, but it could possibly be called for. JD jumped into the shower wall, slip into another, and finally slumped back to the floor. He took a gasping breath. Crap it was cold! His pounding head and spinning world didn't evne begin to compare. Not even close.

"Good, your awake."

He didn't recognize the voice right away, it was low and coarse. Blinking rapidy to fend off the icy water drops, JD looked up )it was a challenge seeing as how the wor;d was trying very hard to replicate a Gravitron*). "Dr. Cox?" JD didn't know why he asked, his mouth wasn't following orders very well. He could clearly see that it was Perry. He knew that asking would only annoy him. But maybe...something was off, maybe that was why. It was Dr. Cox. The wide shoulders, tough stance, curly hair. It was him. But something else was off. It took him a moment to notice what. "Something's wrong with yur eye's..." he slurred, much to his own annoyance. "Crap, I said that...wait I said that...Damn..." JD closed his mouth forcibly.

But now he could see it. Perry was there, sanding ridged as ever. His eyes though, were fixated on him, brushing over his cloths, his hair, his skin. He shivered under it. What if it wasn't just his eyes day...it could be his hands...

"Scrubs. You should...get changed. Now."

A pair of regulated blue scrubs were tossed outside the shower and Perry spun around, rushing for the exit.

"Wait..could you, ummm, kinda stud-suck! Kinda stuck...shit. I should stop slurring...talking."

Perry stopped and waited. "Been saying that for years, Newbie." But he stayed. After all, of JD wandered out of here half naked because he got stuck in his shirt, well, anything could happen. Perry wasn't blind. He knew about the touches and feels that people grabbed when the kids was wearing the horridly appealing scrubs. Who knew what would happen if he went out half naked. All wet and dripping... "Fine, I'll help. But you owe me."

The only defense Perry had was to close his eyes. It was a crappy defense. With his eyes shut tight, his body pushed the other senses to work overtime. He pulled up JD's shirt, the wet fabric clinging to his smooth skin. He could smell some sort of lotion escaping though the moisture. It couldn't be placed, not by him at least, but it smelled like woods after rain. Earthy and floral and deep. His hands may have lingered here and there, maybe. It was possible, but he couldn't recall. The cloth and water and skin blurred together in a mix of smell and touch and sound. There was no way JD didn't notice, he couldn't possibly...but he didn't seem to be reacting either. Though his inhibited, cold shocked system could easily be to blame. Or he's just not like that, Perry's brain was in overdrive. Heated to capacity with memorizing feels and scents, he couldn't think of anything else. No that he wanted to at the moment. When else would he get to add detailed to his memory without JD noticing? It was doubtful he would eve catch the kid this wasted again. And under normal circumstances this would never happen, of course. This was abnormal, that's the only reason.

While he was thinking and roaming, JD tossed his shirt to the side and kicked off his shoes. He was half way removing his jeans when Perry pulled him from the shower. It was obvious that JD had dressed to please...somebody. Unfortunately, eye-candy cloths, especially jeans, did not make for good shower wear. They stuck to his skin, mostly refusing the lower or give even and inch.

Perry cursed, "You've got to be joking."

"I wasn't...wasn't talking." JD gave up on the pants, opting to lean against the wall instead. The wall, however, was not were he remembered it was. The damned thing must have moved just to spite him! It was dumb luck that his fall was cushioned. Bad luck that it was cushioned by Perry. "Hi... I would move...but thing, they're spinny again."

"I'm sure." Perry was pinned against the tile and JD. While not what he expected, it wasn't horrible. There was a plan, at some point. There had been one, right? There must have been...Yes, help the kid change into dry cloths. Give him a towel for his hair. Put him back into the on-call bunk to sleep this off. It was not, try to dress JD, get turned on my the wet, hot skin and clingy cloths, and dripping hair, then end up pinned under said person! Oh, if only Jordan could see him now. Not that it was helping- it only brought images of her under some random guy she met. What was disturbing was that the image didn't matter, didn't have effect, not with someone draped over him. Not with the heat and cold and tile and cloth. Not with the skin and teeth and tongue. Not that it mattered. No, it didn't, He was not desperately pressing against what had to be the most annoying person in the world. Not with that person completely wasted and not knowing a thing.

Defiantly not.

But here he was, pressing a new resident again him, cold tile under them, cold water above them, trying to explore his mouth like it was the last unknown place in the world. Like nothing mattered. Like it was exactly what he wanted.

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End Chapter

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P/A/N: As I was editing this morning, I defiantly noticed a difference between my normal and drunk writing. Drinking helped (don't drink unless you're of age though and never excessively). I think the last half is fairly good, a bit scattered at time, but overall.

Anywho, thank you for reading, I hope it wasn't too awful! I hope it was enough to warrant a review (wink wink. No? Fine...). Next chapter should be up in a week or so. Mostly drama followed by smut, as usual. I'm doing my best to bring in people like Elliot and Turk to add realistic balance. Carla doesn't know all and I realize that she can be overused, but her firendship mixed with her gossip-hobby makes her ideal for a mediator of romance. However, Elliot will have a part. And, in case you didn't notice at all, I am mixing up the original plot. For the most part this is in season 4, though some facts will be changed for my brain's convenience. Everyone have a great night morning or day!

(*The Gravitron is a ride that spins in circles and uses gravity to pin you against a wall...it's actually kinda kinky now that I think back to it...)