A/N: Hello /waves to reader/ Okay, this is my first fanfic, so I'm pretty nervous about this. AR. Dr. Perry Cox POV. Elliot/Cox pairing. Character death. Thoughts and flashbacks in italics.

Disclaimer: Unfortunately, I do not own Scrubs. That little gem belongs to its creator Bill Lawrence, and (who is it nowadays? ABC??) them. I do own the plot, and my creative brain.

Chapter One: 'Our Last Spent' [continued]

"Barbie, wait!" I call out, as she carefully walks to the door of the building.. Spinning around as I jog to catch her up, she eyes me up and down with a confused expression.

"Yes Doctor Cox?" she asks, fiddling with her keys.

Closing my eyes, I take a deep breath.

"Elliot, there's som--" I begin looking her in the eyes, noticing how taken aback she was at my use of her real name.

"Hey Elliot!" a voice calls out from behind. I turn back, squinting to see Cassandra flailing her arms about, nearly skipping towards them.

"JD!!" she squealed, pulling him into a tight hug. I kept my gaze to the floor, not noticing that they had pulled away from their hug.

"Doctor Cox?" I look up when he address me, frowning slightly in confusion. Looking him directly in the eyes, I flick my nose and cross my arms.

"Listen closely Priscilla, if you think I am even slightly interested in what lesbian pasty sex you want with Barboo here, well, quite franky, I'd rather go back home and watch anything with Hugh Jackman while Jordan eats up my soul. And - remember to be early for work tomorrow." I turn on my heel, striding towards the car door I left open. I sat in the car, sighing deeply as I pulled the door shut.

Signalling to the driver to drive on, I tugged my seat belt over my chest. I glanced back through the back window, and watched Elliot and Newbie walk into her apartment building. Shifting back around to face the front window, I closed my eyes and slid down slightly in the seat.

Well done Perry. Since when were you the type of guy who would chicken out of something, just because Scarlett was there. I mean, hell Perry, you're more of a chicken than she is, and her path-he-etic excuse for arms.

Opening my eyes when I notice the car has stopped, I pull out a 10 dollar bill and shove it in his clamy fist. Sliding off my belt, I shove open the door and step out, slamming the car door behind me.

Feeling the cold winter wind, I take a deep breath as I hear the car speed off behind me. Shoving my hands in my coat pockets, I stride purposefully towards my own apartment building.

I cautiously glance up at a window, and watch Jordan glare down at me, her Botoxed face showing no emotion.

Oh no...

A/N: Sorry it's so short, it was just a small bit left over from Chaper 1, because Chapter 1 ended up being so long. I didn't really have much to add to this Chapter. I'm counting this as Chapter 2 anyroads. Also, sorry for the long gap between updates; was a mix of being ill (still am at the moment), family things, CAD and lack of internet recently. Please review, its always appreciated.