Headstrong
Trapt
4:48
Genre: Angst/family
Pairings: none
The door flew open, and a young, blond and very angry doctor stood, his eyes narrowed as he glared hard at the chief of medicine.
"Look Dr. Mahoney," Sam snapped, slamming both fists on her desk, "I don't give a damn what your reasons are—stop treating me like I'm some kid! I'm a doctor! I can handle it! If I weren't I wouldn't be here!" His chest was rising and falling rapidly, his breath having become slightly erratic.
Denise sighed, an unreadable expression on her aged face. "Really." She stated, in obvious disbelief. "Are you sure this doesn't have anything to do with—"
"NO!" He protested, "and that's another thing! Why the hell do you keep referencing to my dad?! I'm not my dad, okay?! I can handle this."
She said nothing for a moment, eyeing him—slight remorse buried behind her blue pupils. "Sam…." She started, then sighed once more. "I hate to prove your point—trust me, I really do—but that's the exact same thing your dad said before he—"
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To anyone who's read "My father's image" this takes place around that same time. Sam continuously lament's being shadowed in his father's image, and here is a prime example of just how and why.
This is probably my favorite future Scrubs drabble, as it's one of the heightened points in Sam's story.
And did anyone expect Denise to become chief of medicine?