Title: These Exiled Years
Author: Ryo314
Rating: T
Spoilers: None
Disclaimer: I do not own the characters nor the concept of Scrubs.
Summary: After the unexpected death of a patient and some drunken confessions, JD starts out on a strange new relationship. That is until the patient's bereaved son takes everything that makes JD who is he is from him.
Note: I'm glad people seemed to like the first chapter, and I would like to respond to what someone wrote (it was not a flame). JD/Perry is not something I can really imagine taking place, and on the show, I love Perry and Jordan as a couple, but this story is for my own amusement so I decided to play around. The next chapter should be up by Friday. ANYONE WANT TO BETA?
Warning: This is a slash story: JD/Perry. If you do not like these stories, please stop reading because all flames based on the fact this is a slash story will be cruelly mocked along with their flamer in the next chapter.
These Exiled Years
Chapter II
"Time will heal, bruises fade. Life will change will change the plans we made. If we the truth and be our best, there's no need to worry about the rest." MXPX "My Mistake."
As JD walked up to the hospital, he felt good. Sure, his head still pounded with a horrible headache, but he'd finally managed to get through to Dr. Cox and show the man he cared. It had happened a little differently than expected; JD didn't picture himself confessing his feelings to Dr. Cox while drunk in a bar, nor did he imagine Dr. Cox actually caring for him back in the same way, but things had worked out. Not only that, he was in a relationship with him, which is what he'd always wanted, not that he would have told anyone. JD stopped suddenly.
Crap! What am I gonna tell Turk? I'm eventually going to tell him that I'm gay. Wait. Am I gay? Let's see: Elliot in her bra...nice. Dr. Cox in a bra-I mean boxers...nice. Jordan in...scary. Maybe I'm bi...God...I'll sort it later. I've got to get into-
"Are you Dr. Dorian?"
A voice behind him startled him and JD turned around quickly; he saw a man in ripped up jeans and a huge sweatshirt staring at him. "Um...yeah...I'm Dr. Dorian." He put out his hand, and the man shook it. "Who are you?"
"I'm John Williams; I was called yesterday after my mother died."
"Your mother?"
"Darla Williams?"
"Your mother was Darla Williams; we didn't think she had any family. We searched, but we couldn't find anyone."
"Mom wasn't very open about her personal life; she didn't even tell my brother and I who our father was until after we graduated high school. Turns out he lived in the same town we did."
Strange...Miss Williams didn't seem this odd. "I'm sorry to hear that."
"Just as well. He was in prison anyway."
Okay...just got stranger. I can't really imagine Miss Williams with a con. For a moment, JD imagined the older woman riding along in an old forties car, shooting a gun out the window, while a man covered in tattoos drives. JD shook his head. "Um...I kind of need to get to work."
"Please, I just need a bit of your time. You were my mom's doctor, weren't you?"
"Yeah."
"Can I just talk to you for a few minutes? Please? I just want to know how her last days were."
JD looked between the man and the hospital, and then decided to follow the man. "I can talk to you for just a few minutes, but then I need to get to work."
"Great. I saw a bench just over here, I've kind of got a bad leg."
JD shrugged his shoulders and followed the man. I wonder if Perry-I mean Dr. Cox will let this slide considering what happened last night. He didn't seem pissed when he dropped me back off at my apartment...Oh man...this is a bad idea. I know it!
"Dr. Dorian!"
JD startled out of his thoughts and looked over at Darla William's son. "Sorry, I kind of spaced." He looked around. "Um...I don't think there is a bench around here." JD scanned the area and saw they were in the loading area near back. He turned back to John Williams, but only for a second because a tire iron suddenly came swinging at his head.
Shit! Perry is gonna be piss- Darkness consumed JD's vision, and he slumped to the ground unconscious.
XVIIIIV
John Williams stared at the young doctor lying unconscious on the ground. He felt a little bit of remorse, but not enough to stop him from what he was doing. The sliding door of the van behind him suddenly opened, and his younger brother Lucas stepped out into the parking lot.
"John? Are you sure about this?"
"You heard what that nurse said. This bastard let our mom die; we can't let him get away with it."
"The nurse said that her doctor couldn't figure out what was wrong with her. They did a whole bunch-"
"Lucas! Mom is dead! This guy could have stopped it. Now, help me get him into the van!"
Lucas swallowed hard and jumped down from the van. He took hold of the doctor's legs while his brother took the shoulders. Lucas felt a little nauseous when he saw the doctor's head just fall back, but he held his lunch down. Throwing the doctor into the van, Lucas and John steeled themselves for what they were doing. After shutting the side door, the two brothers got into the van and left the hospital.
XVIIIIV
Perry hadn't had a good day; his patients seemed to have a need to do nothing but annoy him, every doctor in the placed seemed to want to do the same, and to top it all off he hadn't actually seen JD all day. He couldn't help but wonder if JD was avoiding him after last night; he thought everything had been sorted out the night before, but maybe he was wrong. As he approached the nurses' station, he couldn't help but notice that he was a little bit angrier when he saw that JD was not gabbing with his peons there.
"Oh look...if it isn't the Spice Girls...are you guys gearing up for your next tour? But wait there's only three of you. Where's the rest of the group? Satan Spice and Girly Spice?"
Carla, Turk, and Elliot all looked up as Perry approached the nurses' station. "Perry, you seem more pissy than usual," said Carla with a smirk.
"Oh...good come back, Latina Spice." Carla glared at him. "I mean Carla. I must be more irritated than usual by the idiots roaming these halls if you said that."
Elliot stepped in. "Dr. Cox, I have-"
"I was including you in that statement, Barbie Spice."
"But Dr. Cox-"
"Up-bup-bup-bup..." Elliot stopped. "Don't care."
Elliot swallowed hard and started to walk away. "I'm pretty sure someone else I made cry is already moping in the supply closet so you'll just have to go somewhere else!" Perry shouted after her.
Elliot paused for a second and then took off in a different direction. Perry smirked and then turned back to the nurses' station.
"What's your problem?" asked Turk.
"Well, I'll tell you, Bald Spice, I have been looking all over this Hell hole for Girly Spice, but I just can't seem to find him. Do you know where he's applying his eyeliner?"
Turk looked toward Carl. "Girly Spice?"
"I'm guessing he means Bambi."
"Yes," said Perry; his patience was wearing very thin. "Now have you seen him?!"
Turk and Carla both shrugged. "He came back to the apartment this afternoon, he was gone all night, and got ready for work," Turk said. "Didn't really say much."
Perry couldn't resist the urge. "Not that I care, but where was he?" Turk stared at him. "Don't looked so shocked. I just need to know if I'm putting patients in danger if I stick them with him." He knew JD would never actually put a patient in danger, but he needed an excuse to see what Carla and Turk thought about JD being gone the night before.
"Probably hooked up with some guy-" Turk was cut off by Carla punching him in the arm. "Oh shit! Dr. Cox, I know you don't have a soul to appeal to, but you cannot tell JD I said that! Please!"
Perry shook his head, not really caring. "So neither of you have seen Newbie?"
Carla and Turk both shook their heads, and Perry grumbled as he walked away from the nurses' station. As he did, he heard Turk pleading with Carla. "I'm sorry, baby, it just slipped..."
"Dammit, Newbie! Where are you? I swear to God if you are avoiding me I will kill you...as soon as I find you."
As he walked down the hall, Dr. Kelso tried to stop him to speak to him, but Perry was not in the mood. "Don't have the time, Old Spice." He held up his hand to stop the older doctor from actually speaking to him. He was far too determined in his search for JD.
XVIIIIV
"I'm really starting to get worried," Turk said as he leaned on the nurses' station. "I haven't actually seen JD since I got to work, and normally we've hung out at least once by now. Besides, it's Strawberry Milk Day, and JD loves Strawberry Milk Day."
"I'm sure Bambi is around here somewhere. Maybe he made Dr. Cox mad, and he's hiding from him."
"I don't know. I've looked in all his hiding spots."
"He's probably around here somewhere." Carla suddenly pinched the arm Turk had resting on the nurses' station.
"Ow! Why'd you'd do that?!"
"I can't believe you said that to Dr. Cox!"
"Carla! I'm sorry! It slipped." Carla crossed her arms and glared at him. "You know I don't care if JD is into guys!"
"You'd just better hope that Dr. Cox doesn't get mad and say it to Bambi."
Turk grabbed hold of Carla's hands and looked her in the eyes. "Look, I'm sorry, okay? I really am. I did not mean for that to come out."
Carla smiled and started to lean forward; Turk followed suit, ready for a kiss, but another pinch brought him out of it. "Tell that to Bambi." Carla gathered some charts and left the station. "Now, I'm gonna go try and talk to Dr. Cox."
Turk shook his head and out of no where the Todd came up and raised his hand to Turk. "Rejected Five!"
Turk stared at the Todd as the eager surgeon waited for the high five. "No, Todd." Turk shook his head and followed after Carla.
XVIIIIV
"When I find Newbie I am going to kill him," Perry thought as he stalked down the hallway. A young intern had just walked out into the hall, looking over a chart, but when the young doctor saw Perry, she turned right back around and rushed into the patient's room. "I can't believe this! I can understand Celeste being nervous about all this...God, he's not the one who will have to deal with Jordan sinking her claws into him to try and rip out his soul. Man, what horrific curse will she put on me once she finds out."
Perry stopped suddenly in the hallway and let out a groan of frustration.
"What's wrong, Perry?" asked Dr. Kelso with a smirk as he approached the very angry looking doctor.
"Just the fact you're talking to me, Bobbo, is problem enough."
"Well, I've got something that may get your mind off your problems. I've got a lovely woman in room 478 who-"
"You know what, Beelzebob, how little I care which board member's second cousin needs help diagnosing a cough is in that room is actually amazing even me. So..." Perry grabbed the intern who'd just ducked into the patient's (they were brave enough to come back out) and shoved her toward Dr. Kelso. "I'm sure Dr..." Perry looked at the intern. "What's your name?"
"Dr.-Dr. Kirby."
"Really? Kirby?" The intern nodded. "Whatever. Dr. Kirby can help you."
Before Dr. Kelso could say anything else, Perry stormed off down the hall; he was still trying to sort out the JD situation. "God, what did I do? Man, now I'm starting to sound like Newbie; I'm being a girl! Gotta think manly, okay. Got hockey, got football, got...I need a scotch." Perry sighed. "I am gonna kill Newbie!"
XVIIIIV
Lucas Williams stared down at the doctor laying unconscious in the back of the van and tried to fight the guilt he was feeling. Earlier, the doctor had started waking up, and John began to panic. They weren't at their "destination" yet, Lucas still didn't know where they were going, and the doctor could not be awake. In a fit of panic, John had knocked him out again.
Right now, they were stopped in a small city in northern California, and John was hurrying around the town picking up supplies. Then they were supposed to continue on their way.
"I can't do this," Lucas suddenly muttered to himself. He knelt down and gently took hold of the doctor's shoulders. He groaned softly but did not regain consciousness. "Come on," Lucas muttered, getting the man across his shoulders. Sliding open the door of the van, Lucas carried the man out; he was very glad at the moment that his brother had parked in an alley.
"Where can I take this guy?" Lucas asked himself, stumbling along with the doctor. He was trying to remember the places he had passed in town and suddenly remembered a clinic right up the street. Lucas pushed himself and seemed to make it to the clinic in record time.
Feeling bad as he did it, Lucas set the unconscious doctor by the back door. Lucas sighed and leaned down again. "Sorry, but I can't have people knowing you're a doctor; I gotta protect my brother and me." Very glad that the doctor had a undershirt on, Lucas pulled the scrub top off the doctor, but in a fit of sympathy, he pulled off his own sweatshirt and slipped it onto the doctor. Debating with himself for several seconds, Lucas leaned back down and pulled the scrub pants off the doctor, feeling both bad and awkward for leaving the doctor there in a sweatshirt and boxers.
"Sorry, Doc," said Lucas quietly, gathering the scrubs in his arms. "Real sorry." With a sigh, Lucas turned around and headed back to the van. If luck was on his side, John wouldn't check on the doctor when he came back to the van, and at the next stop, Lucas could tell John that the doctor must have escaped. Lucas swallowed hard as continued back toward the van.
XVIIIIV
Turk and Carla were both surprised to come back to an empty apartment after their shifts. They'd been hoping that JD would be back at the apartment when they got home since no matter where they looked they could not find him at the hospital.
"Have you tried his phone, baby?" asked Carla, after checking JD's bedroom to see if he was there.
"Yeah, I did, but he didn't answer it. Besides, he never answers that thing when he's at work."
"Why don't you try it again?"
Turk nodded and pulled out his cellphone. He waited while it rang, hoping that each ring would be interrupted by his friend's voice; no one answered, and the call eventually went to JD's voicemail.
"Dammit," said Turk, angrily pressing the end button. "He's not answering."
Turk sat down on the couch and ran a tired hand over his face. Carla sat down next to him and put a hand on his shoulder. "Do you think he's where he was last night?"
"I don't know. I don't even know where he was last night." Turk sighed. "He was upset about his patient, Miss Williams, death. I knew he was bummed about it, and I even asked him if he wanted to go grab a few beers, but he told me he'd rather be alone."
"I'm sure he's fine, baby."
"Yeah." Turk leaned back on the couch. "I'm just worried. JD's never been one to just disappear; sure, he'll hide somewhere in the hospital for awhile, but just plain disappearing isn't like him."
Carla rubbed his shoulder. "We'll call him again later. If he still doesn't answer, we'll wait till tomorrow, and if he's still not back, we'll call the police."
"The police?"
Carla shrugged her shoulders. "It's just a precaution. I'm sure Bambi will be back by tomorrow. I'll be surprised if he isn't back by tonight."
Turk looked at Carla, and she gave him an encouraging smile; he did his best to return. Carla wished she felt half as confident as she had sounded with Turk, but the truth was, she was scared. This wasn't like her Bambi; he may act like a child sometimes, but he was still responsible...well...most the time. "JD, I don't know where you are, but if you aren't seriously hurt, I'm gonna kill you...making us worry like this."
XVIIIIV
Steven hated his life; he really did. He was walking to the clinic where his girlfriend, well now ex-girlfriend, worked as a nurse, and he was planning on begging her to let him back into their apartment so he could gather a few of his things. Steven knew that if he went to the front door, the receptionist (his ex-girlfriend's best friend), would stop him, but if he went to the back door, the clinic's main doctor (one of his friend's) would gladly let him in.
As Steven walked down the alleyway leading to the clinic's back door, he thought about what brought about the end of this relationship. He'd come home from his job at Gamestop and found her in bed with their landlord. She'd been trying to get their contract for their apartment changed; she'd wanted Steven out of their lease, and thanks to the deal she's worked out with their landlord, Steven was now officially out of the lease, and consequently out of the apartment.
Watching his feet as he walked, Steven made it all the way to the back door before he noticed anything amiss with the scene. Looking up, Steven spotted a lanky figure propped up against the brick wall of the clinic dressed in socks, boxers, and a hooded sweatshirt, not exactly the best clothing for fall. Steven looked around for a minute, hoping to spot someone who could explain this to him, but no one was in sight. Kneeling down next to the guy, Steven gave him a quick once over, dating a nurse had been good for something; there was a cut above his left temple and dried blood across his forehead. Above the cut was some heavy bruising.
"Jeez," muttered Steven. "What happened to you?" He tentatively reached forward and gently shook the guy's shoulder; the guy groaned but didn't wake up. "I gotta get you help."
Steven stood back up and knocked loudly on the back door of the clinic. "Come on, Ryan," he muttered as he pounded on the door. "Come on!"
It opened suddenly, and Steven almost ended up knocking on the face of his ex-girlfriend.
"Steven, what are you doing here?" she asked coldly.
"Well, Katie, I was gonna come here and beg you to let me into the apartment so I could the rest of my things, but...um..." Steven looked to the left where the guy was lying. "There's a guy unconscious out here."
Katie looked toward where Steven was looking, and her eyes widened in shock. "Dr. Gray! Get out here fast!" She knelt down next to the guy and started her own examination of the man. She checked his pulse and breathing and then laid him flat on the ground. When she moved him, the guy began waking up. "Sir," said Katie. "Sir, can you hear me? Sir?"
The guy groaned and his head lolled to the side. Ryan Gray, the doctor Katie had been calling and Steven's friend, came running out into the alley. "What's going on?"
"Steven found this guy out here," explained Katie. "He was unconscious, but he seems to be waking up. Steady heartbeat, breathing is good, there doesn't seem to be any bruising on his chest or abdomen, but there seems to be some major head trauma." Katie looked up from the guy. "Do you want me to call an ambulance?"
"No," said Ryan, taking a penlight from his pocket and pulling the guy's eyelids back. "His pupils are reactive and everything." The guy's eyes opened and stared up at the people around him. "Sir, can you tell me what happened?"
The guy closed his eyes for a second and then replied. "No. I-I don't remember."
Ryan nodded and then turned to Katie and another nurse who'd come outside. "Let's get him inside to X-rays. I want to make sure there is no brain damage or anything." He turned back to the guy on the ground. "Can you tell me your name, sir?"
Once again, the guy closed his eyes again to think, but when he opened them again, he looked more confused than before. "I don't-don't...know."
TBC