I know, I know, you all hate me for making Elliot out to be such a whore... although that was not the intention entirely. I just needed some drama! Drama is so good to me, like a drug. Fics need a little drama to survive... I say a little, it's all about to kick off. This chapter is a link to the next, if you understand what I mean, which means it's short. Sorry, but these things have to happen :) Enjoy! xxxNTxxx

Day 386 – The Janitor

He hadn't meant to act so moody, but it had been a long time since the Janitor had ever had something said about him that truly hurt his feelings. Usually, when people told him that he was irrelevant he would just shrug the comments off and plot some kind of revenge. However, after Scooter's little speech on just how emotionless the Janitor really was, the ability to shrug was made redundant by the sudden frozen numbness that filtered through his body. Some things are best left unsaid, and those harsh words had been just that. Was that how everybody saw him; hard and cold? Did they all believe that he was incapable of love? This was too much for his mind to handle, and so instead of fighting back, he had simply stopped all together.

No one missed him, of course. Other janitorial staff got on with the day assumedly whilst the Janitor stood motionless in that supply closet. Every now and then, a doctor or orderly would open the closet, ignore his presence and take whatever it was they needed. This ignorance was what finally tipped him over the edge and as soon as his sanity came back from its trip, he hauled himself into his van and went for a drive. He liked Vanning. It released the stress' of day-to-day life.

In the end he decided that if Blonde Doctor loved him then that was all that really mattered. She was beautiful, kind and would never hurt him. So why should he have to care about everyone else's miserable opinions? Scooter had meant to cause him pain because as usual he was being a spiteful little brat. Blonde Doctor wouldn't stand for it, she wouldn't agree with his ways. The Janitor would come up shining in her books any day, and that's the story he chose to believe. With a small smile and a laugh at his own stupidity, the Janitor spun his van around and headed for home. He hadn't realized how time had passed since his rampage – already night had been and gone and the morning was risen. He had to get home and explain himself to Blonde Doctor.

The house seemed oddly empty when he came in through the door. Buddy barked at his presence and there was a thumping noise from upstairs. The Janitor, frowning, made to climb the stairs but Blonde Doctor appeared on the landing with a duvet barely covering his naked body, her hair messy from what could only be guessed as bed head. She looked alarmed at first but then she calmed.

"Oh, hey." She smiled, clutching the covers around her.

"Hi." The Janitor came down from the bottom step and smiled. "I'm so sorry I took off like that, I was really... I don't know, angry? Upset? Something other than hate, anyway."

"What?" Blonde Doctor tilted her head slightly.

"Scooter, yesterday." The Janitor shrugged. "He got my goat. Said I was full of hate and that I couldn't love. Said I didn't care about you. Got to me a little bit. Cos it's not true, okay?"

"I know..." She gulped. "Um, could you do me a favour?"

"Anything."

"I need you to run out to the shops for me. It's my day off and I want some, err, facial creams. Wanna look my best for you, sweetie."

"Face... what?" The Janitor laughed. "I'll do my best. Don't bother getting dressed either, because when I get back I'm making it up to you, big style. That'll show Scooter who cares."

"Sure will." She nodded enthusiastically. "Now go! Please?"

"Yeah, I'm going." The Janitor waved off her urgencies and made his way towards his van.

Of course he could count on Blonde Doctor to make his morning extra happier than the night before. Just her smile lit up his world. As long as she was by his side, nothing could or would bring him down. He reached for the clutch and then realized, laughably, that he had forgotten his wallet. It was in the living room next to that white vase thing Blonde Doctor loved so much. He sighed and went back to the house to pick it up.

As he entered the living room he could've sworn that Blonde Doctor was talking to someone upstairs. Buddy wasn't around so maybe she was talking to him (she did that a lot, it was quite humorous). As a sentimental gesture, he picked up the white vase and checked it out. There was nothing special about it, but if it meant something to Blonde Doctor, then he would never, ever, smash it into a million pieces.

There was another bang from upstairs, and someone came running down them. The Janitor looked up and felt his lips snarl.

Scooter was wearing boxer shorts and little else as he stopped in his tracks at the sight of his nemesis. He visibly and audibly gulped, taken aback. Blonde Doctor followed him down and then almost fainted when she noticed that both men were staring at each other. She tried to say something but ended up falling to the floor in what could have been described as agony. The Janitor felt the white vase slip in his hands and heard it shatter into a million pieces.

I know I'm mean. Keep reviewing, please! xxxNTxxx