Chapter 2: A New Beginner

Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs. Just my plot and computer.

Warnings: Mild Violence. Male/Male situations. Slaves. Angst. (its sad I know but I need it for it to get better later…)

JD POV (every once and a while Ron POV mixed in)

JD woke up to a slight shaking sensation.

"Ugh…what the heck?" JD moaned in distress. He rolled over only to remember that his arm was in no shape to be moving. JD lifted his head and looked around. He was in a van with tinted windows and they must not be on a very good road because the car was shaking quite badly.

"Well, well, well Puppy. You're awake. I was beginning to wonder about you, Puppy. I didn't have to resort to desperate measures to wake you. That wouldn't have been good. No it wouldn't have," rambled a man that sounded familiar. Where did he know that voice from? His head was so fuzzy that he couldn't remember anything other than his arm was dislocated.

Suddenly he remembered; Ron Chase took him! With a scream, JD pushed himself, ignoring the almost unbearable pain in his shoulder, and scrambled to the back of the car. He couldn't tell where the man was but he thought he got himself farther away from him. The man was crazy and an addict. He could do anything to him, given his screaming shoulder. As luck would have had it he didn't get father away because when he listened he heard harsh breathing to his right. No…he moved right over to him. Thinking only of moving away from this man JD tensed to shoot to the other side of the car. Before he could even move an inch the man's arm latched onto JD's neck and slammed him down on the car floor.

"Urgh!" JD grunted in pain. The man had a surprisingly hard grip to him.

"Now, now Puppy. What are you doing? Are you trying to get away from me?" Ron asked in a condescending tone. The hand holding his neck tightened as the man above him leaned down close to his ear.

"Now listen hear, Puppy, you are mine now. Well, mine until I sell you, I guess," the addict laughed at his inside joke, "So you need to be good and listen to what I tell you. I don't want to have to sedate you," though he said that Ron's voice gave away that he really wanted to 'sedate' JD.

"Let me go you sick bastard!" JD shouted as he thrashed in the man's grip. He didn't want to be sedated but what did he mean when he said 'until I sell you?' Are there even slave trades around anymore? I can't be a slave! God, Dr. Cox, please help me!

The pressure on his neck only increased and Chase hissed his displease at his Puppy disobedience. While he wanted a chance to 'sedate' his Puppy, because it was always fun to watch first-timers react to heroine, he wanted his Puppy to learn to take orders. He would get a better price that way. At first, in the hospital, he had an aversion to doing this once more; but now he saw that this last time would be worth it.

JD just continued to squirm around in hopes that he could maneuver himself out of the strong hold the older crazed man had on him. Suddenly, the man let go; shocked JD laid there. That time was short before he hefted himself on his knees and moved to where the doors of the van were. He got a hold of the handle when he was flung backwards to the other side of the van by his injured shoulder.

"Ah!!" JD cried in pain. He curled into a ball to protect himself but his capturer paid that no mind and he grabbed a handful of hair and lifted JD up.

"I told you to listen to what I say!" Ron angrily yelled. He let the boy go on purpose; Puppy thought he was free but he didn't know that I was going to get the drug to make him calm. He himself was getting out of control; he was getting angry and starting to shake. He couldn't have that; he needed to be in control around these people that were going to buy his new Puppy. They could tell when you weren't in control and when they knew that they would kill you instead of paying you. And he wasn't ready to die yet. He shoved the Puppy down and grabbed his arm.

"What are you doing?! Stop! Get off of me!" JD shrieked in fear. Screw being a man, he didn't want that shit in him. No matter how hard JD pulled he couldn't get the man to loosen his hold.

"Hold still now, Pup. Or this will really hurt," Ron chuckled. They all fought at first but soon enough they begged for it. They did anything for it. It was the new sanity for them. He knew because it was him five years ago. You would think that he would have sympathy for the new ones yet somehow he didn't at all. He didn't care. Oh Well.

Dr. Cox POV

It has been 12 hours since Newbie was taken and I haven't gotten any sleep. I haven't even left the hospital in that time. It took me about an hour before I moved from the spot I was before Cynthia left. That was because the more I thought about it the sicker I felt. So I raced to the bathroom and threw up my stomach.

I saw Gandhi and Carla standing off to the side whispering, Carla looked like she was all out of tears and Gandhi looked dead inside. I wonder how I looked. Did it show that I was torn up inside? Did I look like I was going to cry? I don't know, I can't feel my face or my body for that matter.

'It was all Newbie's fault!' he thought explosively, 'He was stupid enough not to call for help in that room! Or he should have been stronger! God! He was such a girl!' as he thought all this though he knew that it wasn't true. It wasn't his fault at all. Sure he was a girl but that even made it less his fault. Men were supposed to take care of the women. Though he took that dislocated shoulder pretty damn well, the skin had ripped when it happened and all there was was a muffled cry. Newbie had grown a pair in that room and what did he do? He just stood there. He got angry at the comments but he just STOOD there! That made him the girl. Not Newbie.

"Is there a Dr. Cox around here?" called out a police officer.

What did he want? Didn't he see that he was wallowing in self-hatred? "Yea, what do you want, Sherryl?" He answered gruffly.

"Hmpf!" the officer huffed angrily, "We need to take your statement. Since you were the one that talked to the man, it is really important that we talk to you."

"Why do you need my statement? You should be out there looking for him! Right when you got here you should've left again and looked for him!" He shouted. His Newbie was taken by a mad-man and they were just standing there talking about a statement? Didn't they know that if the man wasn't there to chatter and look to him in hero worship that he couldn't do his job or be human?

God, how did I become so dependent on this man? I needed no one but this one little intern that gazed at him like he was the one who made his day came in a made it all change.

"Sir, we understand that you want to help your…friend." Why had he said it that way? Was he thinking that there was something happening between Me and Newbie? That was stupid, I just needed Frances here to be able to do my job. That didn't mean that I liked the kid. He wasn't gay. He was just a man who liked being someone's superman. Though, he only cared that it was Newbie…and his boy Jack. Still…it meant nothing!

He looked at the officer before him and he saw that he was just looking at him with a worried expression on his face.

"What?" Dr. Cox snapped.

"I said, sir, that we really need you to co-operate and give us your statement," the man retold a little exasperated.

"Fine! Let's get this over with," He said with a small sigh. Everyone was looking at him with either worry or fear. I guess that answers my question, my face does say something to them.

JD POV

"Shit, stop!" JD sobbed loudly. Ron had stuck him with the needle and was now feeding the drug through his body. The effect was instantaneous; JD started to shake and everything swirled around.

"Stop spinning me," JD mumbled out.

Ron Chase grinned a smile fit for a lion. He loved watching the new ones get their first high. JD was better than usual. He could tell that he couldn't handle alcohol very well from how he was acting. Most people who can't handle liquor can't handle the drug.

"I'm not spinning ya, Puppy. It's the drug doing it,"

'God,' JD thought, 'I'm high. I can't even handle a real beer a lot of the time, being high may kill me. Or make me crazy. Dr. Cox, please save me.'

"Oh," was all JD said before he threw up and then passed out.

Ron howled with laughter. He knew that taking this kid was going to be worth it. It almost made him want to keep the boy himself but he knew that he would get a high price for this Puppy. It would give him enough money to let him buy heroine for a long time. This was his last gig before he left to Tahiti and died there.

"Oh, Puppy, what a ride you are in for."

A/N: Okay a new chapter up! This story, I think, is getting good. I hope you are liking it. All I can say is JD is going to be sold to be a slave. But since its male/male situations…think on what kind of slave. I hope you review! Til next Time!