When JD wakes up the next morning he finds himself cocooned in warmth and snuggles up to the source of heat behind him as he tries to clear the fog from his head. He only stops moving when he comes across something that isn't usually there, something that gets harder the longer he stays there even though he has stopped moving. He forces himself to not move any closer to the garden snake that he knows is behind him and wonders if he, like Harry Potter, can speak its tongue. He already knows that the Janitor is his Voldemort. The arms around him tighten before loosening and letting go. Turk slowly untangles himself from JD before getting up and padding barefoot to the kitchen when JD finally gets up and reluctantly joins him. Turk has already finished eating a slice of cold pizza and even though JD is pretty sure that they haven ordered pizza in over a week he doesn't say anything.
When Turk wakes up he swears that he can hears the pounding of drums. He's pretty sure that neither he or JD own any drums though he wouldn't put it past JD to buy a few to prove that starting a band is something that their still young enough to do. He knows that JD has been using tweezers to pull out the few grey hairs that had popped d up overnight when he wasn't looking. Nothing comes between JD and his hair. Usually, by the time he wakes up, Turk can hear JD in the bathroom singing along to some pop song, something about not being that innocent and Turk has learned to tune JD out remarkably well. He's had to after one too many mornings of listening to what sounds like drowning cats coming from out of the bathroom. In the beginning, when they had first moved in together, he had tried talking to JD about toning it down but he had seen the glazed look on JD's face and knew that JD was imagining himself in a short catholic girl skirt with blindingly white shirt and microphone in hand as he gyrated to millions of fans calling out for more.
He doesn't know when JD started creeping in or when he started actively searching for brown doe eyes that look up at him like he's hung the moon. When he was in kindergarten his teacher had read to his class the story of a snow white who had crimson lops, skin the color or freshly fallen snow and hair like midnight and although JD's hair is the color of mud, Turk still wants to be JD's prince. But he will never tell JD this because JD is in love with Eliot and Eliot is JD's princess, so he does what he does best and each time JD and Eliot splits he'll hold JD and let salty tears soak into thin cotton polo shirt because that's what friends do. He'll ask Carla out, hold her hands and tell JD that he feels for her what JD does for Eliot because he's never heard of a fairy tale about two prince Charmin's and JD is all about happily ever after. And so he buries inappropriate feelings deep inside, right beside his left ventricle. He pretends that each time that JD tells him about some new quirk that Eliot has that he finds irresistible that he's happy because if you pretend to believe it long enough then it has to come true, right?
When Carla ends it he pretends that he hasn't seen it coming.
"Turk, don't you think its time that you stopped lying to yourself?"
"Carla, baby, maybe I shouldn't have gone out last night with JD but he's going through a tough time...you should have seen him Carla, he looked like his whole world had fallen apart. You know how seriously JD takes relationships." Turk takes a deep breath paying attention to the brown spot that's on the carpet from when he'd spilled coffee over a month ago when he's been trying to wake up after hours of having to make incision after incision and hoping that it would finally be over so that he would get to go home and close his eyes. He had gone just over 12 hours with no sleep before, after nearly slicing off his own thumb, the visiting surgeon had patted him on the back and told him to go home because he wanted him up bright eyed and bushy-tailed the next day. When he'd gotten home it had just been going on 12:30 a.m. Sleep had come almost instantly.
Carla sighs, "Baby sit," she pats the seat of the couch beside the one that she is sitting on, "I can't keep pretending anymore that this is what either of us wants. Don't get me wrong we've had some good times but I want to have a family some day and I can't have that with you."
"Carla what are you saying?" Turk slumps and Carla cant help but hurt that Turk sounds so broken when she knows that every time JD calls he'll go running. Every time. And each time it hurts. It hurts so fucking much to know what no matter what she does and how much she gives it'll never be enough. Bambi is the one he'll always run to first.