Summary: So I'm back finally with three brand new prompts. Sorry for the delay but better late than never right. Anyways I really wanted to stay in order here but I realized that since I didn't write them in order they won't be posted in order. I'm here with two today and I hope you really like them. Enjoy :)

Disclaimer: Don't own this show but I miss it terribly.


Prompt 38-Death


Title: My Death

Pairing: John Dorian/Perry Cox

Prompt: 038-Death

Word Count: ~300

Rating: PG-13

Spoilers: None

Warnings: slash

Authors Notes: Standing over the grave he was able to find more closure.


He crouches down on the wet grass, running his fingers over the cool tombstone. It felt like just yesterday when he was told that his best friend wasn't coming back. He remembered the first day that they had met, formed a special bond that no one could every explain. Everyone thought that he was weird; for the friendship that he had but he didn't care. As long as they were together that was all that mattered to him.

It has been almost two months since his departure and he still could feel his presence every time he walked into what was once their home. He missed all their special time together and could remember a time that he took it for granted. Now, he wished that he hadn't. Sighing, he placed the fresh flowers that he brought onto the grave and sighed once again. He was so wrapped up in his thoughts that he didn't hear someone walk up behind him.

"You okay,"

"Yeah," he replies as he stands up but continues to look down at the grave.

"You sure."

"I'm sure. Thanks for coming with me; you didn't have to."

"Of course I did, where else would I be."

"No where I guess."

"You ready."

"Yeah" he smiles as he picks up a box off of the ground and reaches inside of it. "Just let me put some milk bones on the grave.

"Newbie, I don't know why I let you talk me into things like this."

"Because you love me and you know this is important to me," J.D smiled as he placed the milk bones on top of the grave. He stood up from the ground but not before touching the tombstone on more time. "I miss you Rowdy," he whispers as he grabs Perry's hand.

"I still can't believe that they actually let you bury a dead stuffed dog here."

"It's a cemetery for dead animals."

"Recently dead animals Debra, not ones that have been dead for over ten years."

"Rowdy died the day that he got ran over by that pickup truck outside our building. He was like family and he deserved everything that he got, tombstone and all."

Perry looked down at the newly covered milk bone grave and laughed internally at what it said

R.I.P

Rowdy Turk-Dorian

Beloved Friend.

1993-2007

"He was the best pet that I could have ever asked for." J.D whispered

"Can we get out of here now, please?"

"Yeah we can go."

Perry smiled happily as him and J.D made their way closer to the car. The happiness soon faded when he realized that he would have to back in two weeks, doing the same thing again.

"The things we do for the people we love," Perry thought to himself as they continued their walk still hand in hand.


Bet you didn't see that coming. You probably thought I killed off one of our boys. Not. Well not this prompt at least. Hope you've enjoyed the updates and if you have don't be afraid to drop me a review. I really do enjoy them. And until next time, Y

Keep your friends close and your favorite snacks closer,

LadyCizzle.