Yours and Mine
By Maya Clearwater
D/c: Scrubs doesn't belong to me. If it did I would keep it locked up in a jar under my bed. Thankfully, I don't own it so stop worrying. ^_^
Chapter Three: Lullaby
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I feel the heat from your skin and the stubble on your chin; you're no good. (You're no good)
You've got dirt on your hands and everybody understands, you're no good. (You're no good)
Oh what a joke (What a joke) You feel like choking.
You play for broke. (You play for broke) He'll leave you smoking.
Oh romance is not a children's game.
But you keep coming back. It's driving you insane.
-From the song "Lullaby" from the movie Shock Treatment
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For the first couple of hours, Elliot Reid didn't really do any hard work. Children were a lot easier then adults, she thought. It was probably because most of them were quite young and it was getting very dark. A lot of them were sleeping, and the majority of those who were awake were scared. She mainly went back and fourth from one wing of the hospital to another. It was very boring, but at least the children were good. They didn't really talk to her, so she didn't have to deal with complaining. And since most of them were sleeping, she didn't have to do much.
Elliot decided to go to the doctor's lounge to relax for a precious minute after getting a job done and before getting paged to do another. She sat on the old couch and closed her eyes for a second. She heard a tapping sound coming from somewhere in the room. Her eyes quickly bolted open. She looked around franticly and saw and heard nothing. She took a deep breath. 'Keep it together Elliot.' She thought to herself.
It was so quiet; she could almost hear her heart race. She was suddenly aware of how alone she was. Elliot almost felt tears well up in her eyes. She had never felt so lonely before. Suddenly, with a blaring "Brrrrrring!" her pager ripped right through the silence. Willberg had something for her to do. She quickly headed to room 309, where he was currently attending to an eight-year-old girl named Sally.
When Elliot arrived she saw a little girl looking very red and weak. Her big, green eyes looked up at Elliot. She saw a sweaty little girl with messy, red, curly hair. She looked over at Willberg, who said, "She's got a 106 fever."
Elliot nodded her head.
"Get me that ice over there." He instructed. She quickly grabbed the ice and handed it to him. He took the small bag and laid it around Sally's head.
"Hopefully, her fever will subside. But this doesn't seem to be helping." He said tossing the syringe into the proper trash receptacle.
Elliot thought for a second and then, bingo, it hit her. "How about dentontriaperaol?"
He looked at her with amazement, "Yeah that sounds good."
Elliot triumphantly smiled then turned to leave and get the medicine. As she walked out the door, Dr. Willberg called to her, "I would have never thought of that."
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He plopped the mop back in the bucket of dirty water. He looking down the hall, searching for people. The hospital was so empty and desolate at night. He wheeled his mop and bucket over to a corner and walked across the hallway over to the elevator. If he could slip away successfully, he might be able to see Timmy. He pushed the up button and waited. Waiting for an elevator in times of peril can take an eternity. The doors opened and as he was about to step in he heard someone behind him clear their throat.
"Ahem." Dr. Cox said to the escaping Janitor.
He cringed and turned around.
"What are you doing?" Cox asked him with a bossy voice.
The Janitor quickly thought up a lie, "Uh, there's a big pile of puke upstairs."
Dr. Cox instantly saw through his lie. And looked over at the dark corner. "You forgot your mop."
He glared at him and hesitantly walked over and got the mop. He returned and stood right next to Dr. Cox, giving him an angry look.
Dr. Cox smirked and was amused to see that it only amplified the Janitor's anger. "There is no puke is there?"
He continued to glare at Cox. He picked up the mop, making sure it was soaked in dirty water. He plopped it down right on Perry's shoes. Dr. Cox looked at his now drenched shoes, smirked, then looked at the Janitor.
"Yeah that's what I thought." He glanced at the chart he was holding and walked down the hallway.
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Elliot walked briskly down the hallway. Each steep was made with confidence and pride. The medicine Elliot instructed to be given to Sally had worked perfectly. In a matter of minutes her fever dropped to 99.4. She was now going back to the doctor's lounge to relax a bit. Her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway and she could faintly hear something coming from one of the dark patient rooms.
She paused to listen. It sounded a lot like crying. She crept forward and the noise got louder. She stopped in front of room 315 and opened the door. It was a single room with one bed. The little lamp on the end table shot dim light all throughout the room and on the bed was a little crying boy with a leg cast.
"What's the matter?" She asked the child.
He looked up at her with dusty brown eyes. He didn't say anything. Elliot walked into the room and stood near the bed.
"Why are you crying?" She asked in a compassionate manner.
He continued to stare at her. Elliot noticed that his stare was oddly familiar. She smiled kindly and asked again, "Why are you crying?"
This time he answered, "I'm all alone. I want my dad."
The little boy's tired voice almost brought Elliot to tears. "What's your name?" she asked him.
He wiped his nose with a tissue, "Timmy. What's yours?
"My name's Elliot and shouldn't you be getting to sleep? Its awful late."
"I can't sleep." He said wiping tears from his face.
"Aw, you know what always helped me sleep?"
He shook his head.
"My nanny used to sing me a lullaby. But not just any lullaby, it was a special song she would only sing to me."
He looked up at her with wonder and curiosity. "Can you sing it?" he asked her.
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He put down his mop and sighed heavily. He had finished his work faster then usual. Actually, he had almost an hour to spare. He immediately dropped his mop and bucket off in the janitor's closet and went to the pediatric ward to check up on his son. He had never seen the hallways so empty before. There were lots of other people in the hospital right now, but things still felt empty.
He reached the door of room 315 and was about to go in, but something stopped him. He looked inside through the window in the door and saw a very interesting sight. Elliot was sitting next to Timmy's bed and appeared to be talking to him. He looked at them with great curiosity. Unable to hear what they were saying, he opened the door a crack. None of them seemed to notice.
She laughed her nasally laugh and said, "I don't know if I remember it."
Timmy looked up at her with begging eyes, and there was no way Elliot could say no to that face. "Alright, let me try."
She thought for a second, trying her best to remember the song. Then it suddenly came to her. Elliot took a deep breath and began to sing.
"Drift into the treacle deep. Slip into its silent depths. Go to sleep. With your everything akimbo, float into the sandman's limbo . . ."
He stared at her with disbelief. She had the most wonderful singing voice he had ever heard. His heart was fluttering and his love for her seemed to grow with every note she sang. The nervous feeling in his stomach got worse as she continued.
"Night night, its time for bye byes. It's been a great day, thanks a heap. Now its time for everyone to go to sleep . . ." Elliot looked down at the young boy. His eyes were growing heavy and he was almost asleep.
"Night night, it's time for bye byes. It's been a great day, thanks a heap. Now its time for everyone to go to sleep."
She saw that Timmy now had his eyes shut. She got up and whispered to the boy, "Good night Timmy."
Timmy opened his eyes halfway and whispered back to her, "Good night Elliot," he looked over at the door, "Good night Daddy."
She looked at Timmy for a confusing second then realized the horror that someone else was in the room. She quickly turned around and to her surprise the Janitor was standing in the doorway. He walked toward her.
"What are you-" she started to say. He quickly put his hand over her mouth, stopping her from speaking.
"Shhhhh." He pointed to the now sleeping Timmy. "Come on. Let's go outside." He took her hand and led her into the empty hallway. They kept walking until they were almost to the end of the corridor.
"I didn't know that was your son." Elliot said nervously. She didn't know why she was nervous.
He smiled. "I didn't know you could sing."
Elliot suddenly got very red in the face. "You-you heard that?"
His smile grew wider as Elliot's face grew redder. "Your very good."
"Th-thank you." She managed to say in her embarrassed state. They continued to stare at each other for an eternity it seemed. Elliot couldn't stand it anymore; she had to break the silence, even though part of her didn't want to.
"So that's your son?"
"Yep. Angela just left him all alone here, so I decided to check up on him." He replied.
"Angela? Your wife?"
"EX-wife . . ." he corrected her, "And I'm glad about that. She's a real bitch."
Trying to make small talk Elliot said, "So, I'm guessing you guys got divorced."
Sadness crept into his eyes, "Actually, she left me."
"Oh," She sighed, "Well she doesn't know what she's missing."
Oops, she's said that last part without thinking about it. He just stared at her with disbelief.
"Do you really mean that?" he asked her, mentally hoping she did mean it.
She thought for a second, and concluded that there was no way around this strange feeling she had inside. It was true, and she knew that deep down she meant it with all her heart.
"Yes, I-I do." She shakily replied. He took two steps closer, as did she until there was only a thin sliver of air between the two. Her breaths became shorter and her heart was racing adrenaline all through her body. He leaned in and their lips met.
It was the most ethereal thing any of them had ever experienced. Their world was exploding around them. The kiss grew with passion every second. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling them closer. He put his hands on her hips and pulled them even closer, until her body was perfectly sculpted to his.
They ended the kiss when they were both completely out of breath. But they still stayed in each other's embrace. Elliot let out a breathless cry, "Oh my god . . ."
He joyfully smiled and placed kisses on her neck, going up until he reached her cheek, then lips again. She fiercely kissed him back. She finally let go and stepped back, looking at him with eyes full of fire and passion. She had kissed many guys before, and gone even farther with most of them, but none ever made her feel like this. He certainly wasn't just any guy. Could this be love?
She really didn't have time to think about it, for he had taken her by the hand and led her down the hallway. Her mind was racing. Where were they going? She quickly looked back and saw a confused looking Dr. Cox turn the corner coming after them.
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A/n: Hey, hope you guys liked this chapter. Also I forgot to mention this in the last a/n: Kudos to Buffum for the joke. Just if you are wondering, Elliot's lullaby is the second half of the song "Lullaby" from the movie Shock Treatment. (Which I used in the beginning) {Which I also don't own} Ok I'm done. Keep reviewing and I'll keep posting. ^_^
By Maya Clearwater
D/c: Scrubs doesn't belong to me. If it did I would keep it locked up in a jar under my bed. Thankfully, I don't own it so stop worrying. ^_^
Chapter Three: Lullaby
~*~*~*~*~*~
I feel the heat from your skin and the stubble on your chin; you're no good. (You're no good)
You've got dirt on your hands and everybody understands, you're no good. (You're no good)
Oh what a joke (What a joke) You feel like choking.
You play for broke. (You play for broke) He'll leave you smoking.
Oh romance is not a children's game.
But you keep coming back. It's driving you insane.
-From the song "Lullaby" from the movie Shock Treatment
~*~*~*~*~*~
For the first couple of hours, Elliot Reid didn't really do any hard work. Children were a lot easier then adults, she thought. It was probably because most of them were quite young and it was getting very dark. A lot of them were sleeping, and the majority of those who were awake were scared. She mainly went back and fourth from one wing of the hospital to another. It was very boring, but at least the children were good. They didn't really talk to her, so she didn't have to deal with complaining. And since most of them were sleeping, she didn't have to do much.
Elliot decided to go to the doctor's lounge to relax for a precious minute after getting a job done and before getting paged to do another. She sat on the old couch and closed her eyes for a second. She heard a tapping sound coming from somewhere in the room. Her eyes quickly bolted open. She looked around franticly and saw and heard nothing. She took a deep breath. 'Keep it together Elliot.' She thought to herself.
It was so quiet; she could almost hear her heart race. She was suddenly aware of how alone she was. Elliot almost felt tears well up in her eyes. She had never felt so lonely before. Suddenly, with a blaring "Brrrrrring!" her pager ripped right through the silence. Willberg had something for her to do. She quickly headed to room 309, where he was currently attending to an eight-year-old girl named Sally.
When Elliot arrived she saw a little girl looking very red and weak. Her big, green eyes looked up at Elliot. She saw a sweaty little girl with messy, red, curly hair. She looked over at Willberg, who said, "She's got a 106 fever."
Elliot nodded her head.
"Get me that ice over there." He instructed. She quickly grabbed the ice and handed it to him. He took the small bag and laid it around Sally's head.
"Hopefully, her fever will subside. But this doesn't seem to be helping." He said tossing the syringe into the proper trash receptacle.
Elliot thought for a second and then, bingo, it hit her. "How about dentontriaperaol?"
He looked at her with amazement, "Yeah that sounds good."
Elliot triumphantly smiled then turned to leave and get the medicine. As she walked out the door, Dr. Willberg called to her, "I would have never thought of that."
---
He plopped the mop back in the bucket of dirty water. He looking down the hall, searching for people. The hospital was so empty and desolate at night. He wheeled his mop and bucket over to a corner and walked across the hallway over to the elevator. If he could slip away successfully, he might be able to see Timmy. He pushed the up button and waited. Waiting for an elevator in times of peril can take an eternity. The doors opened and as he was about to step in he heard someone behind him clear their throat.
"Ahem." Dr. Cox said to the escaping Janitor.
He cringed and turned around.
"What are you doing?" Cox asked him with a bossy voice.
The Janitor quickly thought up a lie, "Uh, there's a big pile of puke upstairs."
Dr. Cox instantly saw through his lie. And looked over at the dark corner. "You forgot your mop."
He glared at him and hesitantly walked over and got the mop. He returned and stood right next to Dr. Cox, giving him an angry look.
Dr. Cox smirked and was amused to see that it only amplified the Janitor's anger. "There is no puke is there?"
He continued to glare at Cox. He picked up the mop, making sure it was soaked in dirty water. He plopped it down right on Perry's shoes. Dr. Cox looked at his now drenched shoes, smirked, then looked at the Janitor.
"Yeah that's what I thought." He glanced at the chart he was holding and walked down the hallway.
---
Elliot walked briskly down the hallway. Each steep was made with confidence and pride. The medicine Elliot instructed to be given to Sally had worked perfectly. In a matter of minutes her fever dropped to 99.4. She was now going back to the doctor's lounge to relax a bit. Her footsteps echoed in the empty hallway and she could faintly hear something coming from one of the dark patient rooms.
She paused to listen. It sounded a lot like crying. She crept forward and the noise got louder. She stopped in front of room 315 and opened the door. It was a single room with one bed. The little lamp on the end table shot dim light all throughout the room and on the bed was a little crying boy with a leg cast.
"What's the matter?" She asked the child.
He looked up at her with dusty brown eyes. He didn't say anything. Elliot walked into the room and stood near the bed.
"Why are you crying?" She asked in a compassionate manner.
He continued to stare at her. Elliot noticed that his stare was oddly familiar. She smiled kindly and asked again, "Why are you crying?"
This time he answered, "I'm all alone. I want my dad."
The little boy's tired voice almost brought Elliot to tears. "What's your name?" she asked him.
He wiped his nose with a tissue, "Timmy. What's yours?
"My name's Elliot and shouldn't you be getting to sleep? Its awful late."
"I can't sleep." He said wiping tears from his face.
"Aw, you know what always helped me sleep?"
He shook his head.
"My nanny used to sing me a lullaby. But not just any lullaby, it was a special song she would only sing to me."
He looked up at her with wonder and curiosity. "Can you sing it?" he asked her.
---
He put down his mop and sighed heavily. He had finished his work faster then usual. Actually, he had almost an hour to spare. He immediately dropped his mop and bucket off in the janitor's closet and went to the pediatric ward to check up on his son. He had never seen the hallways so empty before. There were lots of other people in the hospital right now, but things still felt empty.
He reached the door of room 315 and was about to go in, but something stopped him. He looked inside through the window in the door and saw a very interesting sight. Elliot was sitting next to Timmy's bed and appeared to be talking to him. He looked at them with great curiosity. Unable to hear what they were saying, he opened the door a crack. None of them seemed to notice.
She laughed her nasally laugh and said, "I don't know if I remember it."
Timmy looked up at her with begging eyes, and there was no way Elliot could say no to that face. "Alright, let me try."
She thought for a second, trying her best to remember the song. Then it suddenly came to her. Elliot took a deep breath and began to sing.
"Drift into the treacle deep. Slip into its silent depths. Go to sleep. With your everything akimbo, float into the sandman's limbo . . ."
He stared at her with disbelief. She had the most wonderful singing voice he had ever heard. His heart was fluttering and his love for her seemed to grow with every note she sang. The nervous feeling in his stomach got worse as she continued.
"Night night, its time for bye byes. It's been a great day, thanks a heap. Now its time for everyone to go to sleep . . ." Elliot looked down at the young boy. His eyes were growing heavy and he was almost asleep.
"Night night, it's time for bye byes. It's been a great day, thanks a heap. Now its time for everyone to go to sleep."
She saw that Timmy now had his eyes shut. She got up and whispered to the boy, "Good night Timmy."
Timmy opened his eyes halfway and whispered back to her, "Good night Elliot," he looked over at the door, "Good night Daddy."
She looked at Timmy for a confusing second then realized the horror that someone else was in the room. She quickly turned around and to her surprise the Janitor was standing in the doorway. He walked toward her.
"What are you-" she started to say. He quickly put his hand over her mouth, stopping her from speaking.
"Shhhhh." He pointed to the now sleeping Timmy. "Come on. Let's go outside." He took her hand and led her into the empty hallway. They kept walking until they were almost to the end of the corridor.
"I didn't know that was your son." Elliot said nervously. She didn't know why she was nervous.
He smiled. "I didn't know you could sing."
Elliot suddenly got very red in the face. "You-you heard that?"
His smile grew wider as Elliot's face grew redder. "Your very good."
"Th-thank you." She managed to say in her embarrassed state. They continued to stare at each other for an eternity it seemed. Elliot couldn't stand it anymore; she had to break the silence, even though part of her didn't want to.
"So that's your son?"
"Yep. Angela just left him all alone here, so I decided to check up on him." He replied.
"Angela? Your wife?"
"EX-wife . . ." he corrected her, "And I'm glad about that. She's a real bitch."
Trying to make small talk Elliot said, "So, I'm guessing you guys got divorced."
Sadness crept into his eyes, "Actually, she left me."
"Oh," She sighed, "Well she doesn't know what she's missing."
Oops, she's said that last part without thinking about it. He just stared at her with disbelief.
"Do you really mean that?" he asked her, mentally hoping she did mean it.
She thought for a second, and concluded that there was no way around this strange feeling she had inside. It was true, and she knew that deep down she meant it with all her heart.
"Yes, I-I do." She shakily replied. He took two steps closer, as did she until there was only a thin sliver of air between the two. Her breaths became shorter and her heart was racing adrenaline all through her body. He leaned in and their lips met.
It was the most ethereal thing any of them had ever experienced. Their world was exploding around them. The kiss grew with passion every second. She wrapped her arms around his neck and shoulders, pulling them closer. He put his hands on her hips and pulled them even closer, until her body was perfectly sculpted to his.
They ended the kiss when they were both completely out of breath. But they still stayed in each other's embrace. Elliot let out a breathless cry, "Oh my god . . ."
He joyfully smiled and placed kisses on her neck, going up until he reached her cheek, then lips again. She fiercely kissed him back. She finally let go and stepped back, looking at him with eyes full of fire and passion. She had kissed many guys before, and gone even farther with most of them, but none ever made her feel like this. He certainly wasn't just any guy. Could this be love?
She really didn't have time to think about it, for he had taken her by the hand and led her down the hallway. Her mind was racing. Where were they going? She quickly looked back and saw a confused looking Dr. Cox turn the corner coming after them.
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A/n: Hey, hope you guys liked this chapter. Also I forgot to mention this in the last a/n: Kudos to Buffum for the joke. Just if you are wondering, Elliot's lullaby is the second half of the song "Lullaby" from the movie Shock Treatment. (Which I used in the beginning) {Which I also don't own} Ok I'm done. Keep reviewing and I'll keep posting. ^_^