I know you liked the ending of the last chapter, but I'm afraid there were some thing said and done last time that still need to be looked-over and resolved. JD's broken nose, for instance, and the things the Janitor accidently said whilst Elliot was walking out of the elevator... We can't leave those things untouched so here's a nice filler chapter where a massive bandaid covers all the badness that's happened so far... Sorry to those of you I review replied saying that there was fluff in this chapter, I changed my mind! Try to enjoy anyway! xxxNTxxx

PS:- I had to change the scene-changer from ***** to -MDWY-, which stands for My Days With You. Thanks again!

Day 60 (cont.) - Elliot Reid

"I love you."

Elliot stared at the Janitor's sincere expression, calculating the probabilty that he was actually just fooling around. However, the percentage always came back the same (and she had never been that good at mental mathematics) as around 0.0001%. All in all, he seemed deadly serious that the feeling he had in his heart and mind was still love and not just hatred. After what she had put him through, it was a wonder that he wasn't joking. Perhaps he was playing some sort of trick? That certainly wouldn't be un-Janitorish. This might be her punishment for the kiss she had shared with JD - as if knocking the poor guy to the ground wasn't enough. She stayed quite for too long. He frowned at her and she decided that he deserved an explanation for her silence.

"I hadn't banked on you saying anything back to me; let alone that." Elliot gulped. "I though you hated me now."

"How could I possibly hate you?" The Janitor inquired, baffled.

"I... I do love you, I really do... but are you sure about this?" She was rambling. "I mean, I can't be trusted! After what I did... are you taking me back? I don't know if that's such a good idea, I do still love JD, I don't know..."

"I don't care if you love Scooter or not." The Janitor stood up and walked around his desk, holding out a hand to lift her up with. "Nothing like this has ever happened to me and I shouldn't throw it all away over some stupid kiss."

"What if it happens again?" Elliot wondered aloud, taking his hand and allowing him to lift her effortlessly.

"It won't, you're better than that." He winked. "I trust you."

For a second, Elliot was in complete bliss. The rest of the world slowed down and all she could see was his smirking expression, frozen in time for her pleasure. This must be what JD's day dreams are like, she imagined, because no way could everything to hold on pause whilst she thought things through. But, as that idea fluttered past, she realized that there were things that she needed to think about. What she was doing, who she would be hurting. The Janitor had said himself that everything in his life had been fine until that "stupid Blonde Doctor", so why mess things up for him even more? He seemed content with the idea of living his life with Elliot, but she coudln't help but think about the possibility that she was actually ruining him. What if her feeligns for JD resurfaced, and this time she did something worse? She wouldn't put him through that.

"No." Elliot croaked, pulling her hand away from his and turning her face in the opposing direction. "I can't do this anymore."

"What, why?" The Janitor barked, his swollen anger making a reappearence.

"There are too many ifs and buts, to many reasons why this shouldn't work," Elliot tried her best to explain herself. "I still love JD, I might not be able to control myself. I'm not good for you."

"No, please don't do this." He sounded more agitated that upset. "I've got everything in order. Don't destroy something good."

"What if this isn't good?"

"Stop thinking about things that might happen and focus on things that will happen. Like us!" He spat. "I don't wanna lose you! Do you know how many times I spent in this hospital trekking up and down those corridors and thinking about how wonderful life could be if only you'd notice me? Well - you finally noticed me."

"But I hurt you-"

"And I forgave you!" The Janitor grabbed at her waist, his actions so alien and human all at the same time, like the first night they had made love. "I don't care what you did or did not do with Scooter or what you might do with him later on. Let's live for now."

Elliot couldn't believe that thee were the words of the once 'creepy ol' Janitor'. It was like his personality changed whenever they were alone, like all of sudden he became a completely different but totally romantic person whom she could really rely on. She had to ask herself, did he honestly want to get rid of that butterfly-feeling in her stomach whenever he touched her? The days with him were so elating and the nights were all the more superb. She had missed that. She couldn't lose it forever.

But he was such an angry man. The conflict went on and on inside her head until she felt as though she might explode.

"I need to talk to Carla." Elliot stated, not giving the Janitor an answer to his 'living for now' speech.

HIs mouth opened, closed, and then he looked down. "Meddling woman. She'll drive you away."

"She's just trying to help," Elliot reasoned. "I promise to take you in account at all times, yeah? I just need to know what the frick is going on with myself right now."

-MDWY-

"Of course you don't love JD!" Carla was saying, completely contradicting the conversation from just a few weeks ago where she had comforted her whiter-than-white friend. They were in a check-up room, namely JD's, where Carla was stuffing fluffy cotton buds up his nose to stop the bleeding and Turk kept a friendly arm around his Vanilla Bear's shoulders. The victim himself shuddered and tried to speak but Carla hushed him. "Listen, all of those things I said before, I was trying to point out the obvious. You love the Janitor, he loves you, you're gonna end up together."

"But why did you make me chose between them?" Elliot complained, stomping her feet in an almost toddler-like paddy.

"You had to see for yourself." Carla shrugged. "All of those feelings you still have for JD are nothing more than rebounded echoes of what you once had. Everyone gets them, but they'll go away if you let them. Remember why you split with JD, he's a jerk!"

"Carla..." JD tried to speak again, but Turk put a hand over his mouth.

"Carry on, baby."

"Thanks Turk. Look, Elliot, forget about JD. Go back to the Janitor and get it over with. You need each other."

"My baby's right, Elliot." Turk put in. "You two guys were, like, unstoppable when you were together. When you were bumping ugly's with JD, it was like a train-wreck. No one survives one of those bad boys."

"Why won't anyone let me talk?" JD moaned.

"Dude, you're an idiot." Turk told him. "Just stay quiet."

"I think you're right," Elliot was so confused; her forehead wrinkled. "I've got to go. Thanks, guys."

"No problem." Carla smiled. "Now go get him. Bambi, hold still!"

"I only wanna say one thing!" JD wriggled in his seat, pushing Carla's ars away. "I only wanna say that I don't blame him for hitting me and maybe this makes us even? No more tricks or hiding behind doors or being generally ninja-like?"

"He said he never did anything like that anymore," Elliot laughed. "He said he'd drawn a truce with you."

"That's what you think..."