My Little Girl:
Disclaimer: I own nothing of scrubs and I did not create of/and/or, anything OF the show.....yeah.
Just a small fanfic! ( hint hint* this story has no birth of Dr. Coxes son in it.okay? Just his little girl) ~~~~~~~~
Perry Cox awoke to the sound of his screaming alarm clock. He turned unrested from sleep and stared at it hard, his tired eyes trying to decipher what the small red numbers meant.
He sat up and stared closer at the screeching device of Satan. Then he leapt back and out of bed when he discovered the meaning of it all. He had to go to work. And, he was late.
He flew into the shower and quickly made himself up. He ran outside in the hall with only a t-shirt and loose sweater that Jordan had given him when they were still in love. But, to him, that was all past history.
He hadn't meant to wear that specifically, but it's what he had found on the floor so, who cares?
He ran outside and his first words consisted of the following: OH SH*T! It's COLD!
He ran back inside, grabbing his huge yellow jacket and dashed out wildly to his car. The weather outside must have been at least below 20.
He slammed into his car door, and opened it. He was a bit dizzy from it all, but he knew if he just could get to work on time, he wouldn't have to take it from that all high and mighty jerk, Kelso.
*Ugh, I hate work, I hate Kelso, I hate Jordan, I hate Carla being on my ass all day, and I hate Kelso, I hate Kelso, and BOY do I hate Kelso! *
The car spurred, then sputtered, then gave its last cry, and died. Perry sat at the wheel and wanted nothing more than to slam his already confused brain into the steering wheel. His car had frozen over.
"Just, great!" He looked at his watch, "Now, I guess, I'll have to walk to the bus stop.....or run."
He stomped out of his car and ran.
*I hate Jordan a lot too. *
He just kept running, and almost slipped on the icy cement.
*Yeah, ice is not doing a lot for me either. *
When he finally made it to the bus stop, he panted and felt a bit warmer from all the sprinting. He glanced at his watch, the bus should arrive here any second.
As he was chilling out in the ice, he heard a noise from behind him. At first he just ignored it and kept telling himself it was his other personality trying to become irritating. (He was half joking)
But, as the sound carried on, it seemed to him more and more clearer, that it sounded like. ..crying.
A.... child's crying?
He turned slowly towards some boxes and trashcans that lay carelessly thrown out on the street corner. He neared it, hearing the crying becoming clearer and sadder. He looked under one of the boxes, and to his ultimate shock, there laid a child.
She was sitting down; her legs bent covering her face (the part that wasn't hidden by her brown tangled hair). She looked so young, not even...maybe nine years old. At least that's what it seemed like to him.
His first reaction (as a doctor) was to get her out of the cold and warm her up, so she wouldn't die of hypothermia. But, as a person, his heart bent at the thought of her being alone in a box. Then the question came to him. Where were her parents? Cox, was so furious at the fact that people could be so stupid and utterly heartless to let a child die like this!
The child kept crying, but she said in a small sad voice, "Coming,"
Perry tried to keep his posture and understand what she meant by that. He barely heard her, but it didn't pass him by.
He hadn't realized he had said that last statement out loud.
"What?" He asked, a bit confused.
"They're coming..." She repeated a bit softer.
He tilted his head in an angle much like a confused puppy.
"Who?"
"My parents," She sniffled. She shivered violently and almost toppled over.
Cox had no idea what kind of idiot parents would just leave their own flesh and blood out here, and give the poor girl an idea that they would return for her. It infuriated him to no end.
Then he could have almost kicked himself for being so brainless. Get her out of the cold. That was the most important thing right now, or she'd die.
Cox tried to reach her, but she shuddered at his hand. She backed away a bit before crying a little harder than before.
He stared at her completely at a loss for words. But, he had to do what his doctor's instinct (and heart) told him to do. So, he reached in one last time, but this time soothed her. He told her he was a doctor and he just wanted to help her, he promised he wouldn't hurt her.
She stared shyly up at him. He got a glimpse of her eyes, and for a second, they met eye to eye. She had such pretty eyes. They were light brown and almost with a gold tint.
The little girl didn't think he seemed so bad, and after all, she was really cold and lonely.
She didn't cower this time; she came willingly and let him hold her. He took off his jacket off and wrapped it around her tiny figure. She was so small...and innocent. He just wanted to murder the so-called 'parents' who did this to her. No true parent would ever, ever do this.
She felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time when he held her. She felt secure and warm. But, of course she only knew it as being loved. She was too young to understand what her parents had done to her.
He turned towards the bus stop and searched for it. He was freezing now that his jacket had been given to the little girl. But, he knew it was worth the cause it served. He began to move nervously, when was that freakin bus going to be here!?
He glared at his watch, and moaned in anger. It was already 7:38. The bus came at 7:30.
"Oh my f..," Perry was about to unleash a chain of filthy words out of his mouth, but remembered the bundle he was holding. She didn't need that, she needed warmth. Perry sighed and began to run to the hospital.
He soon found out that 5 blocks in the freezing cold is not so easy as it may appear....at first. Especially with a small girl's life in his arms. He sprinted faster, and when he finally busted through the hospital's glass doors, he was finally ready to pass out from the biting frost.
He was soon bombarded by nurses and random staff members, and even some on lookers to see what the big fuss was about. Perry couldn't even keep his head straight he was just too cold. Carla rushed up to him and spoke, but he couldn't make it out.
He tried to tell her he was fine and to get that stick out of her Latina arse.
But, he didn't finish. He didn't even remember starting it. All he thought before it all went black was.
*Man do I hate Kelso*
He passed out cold on the floor.
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Okay first chappie! I hope you all like so far! :D ^_^
Reviews make me happy and keep me going!
Disclaimer: I own nothing of scrubs and I did not create of/and/or, anything OF the show.....yeah.
Just a small fanfic! ( hint hint* this story has no birth of Dr. Coxes son in it.okay? Just his little girl) ~~~~~~~~
Perry Cox awoke to the sound of his screaming alarm clock. He turned unrested from sleep and stared at it hard, his tired eyes trying to decipher what the small red numbers meant.
He sat up and stared closer at the screeching device of Satan. Then he leapt back and out of bed when he discovered the meaning of it all. He had to go to work. And, he was late.
He flew into the shower and quickly made himself up. He ran outside in the hall with only a t-shirt and loose sweater that Jordan had given him when they were still in love. But, to him, that was all past history.
He hadn't meant to wear that specifically, but it's what he had found on the floor so, who cares?
He ran outside and his first words consisted of the following: OH SH*T! It's COLD!
He ran back inside, grabbing his huge yellow jacket and dashed out wildly to his car. The weather outside must have been at least below 20.
He slammed into his car door, and opened it. He was a bit dizzy from it all, but he knew if he just could get to work on time, he wouldn't have to take it from that all high and mighty jerk, Kelso.
*Ugh, I hate work, I hate Kelso, I hate Jordan, I hate Carla being on my ass all day, and I hate Kelso, I hate Kelso, and BOY do I hate Kelso! *
The car spurred, then sputtered, then gave its last cry, and died. Perry sat at the wheel and wanted nothing more than to slam his already confused brain into the steering wheel. His car had frozen over.
"Just, great!" He looked at his watch, "Now, I guess, I'll have to walk to the bus stop.....or run."
He stomped out of his car and ran.
*I hate Jordan a lot too. *
He just kept running, and almost slipped on the icy cement.
*Yeah, ice is not doing a lot for me either. *
When he finally made it to the bus stop, he panted and felt a bit warmer from all the sprinting. He glanced at his watch, the bus should arrive here any second.
As he was chilling out in the ice, he heard a noise from behind him. At first he just ignored it and kept telling himself it was his other personality trying to become irritating. (He was half joking)
But, as the sound carried on, it seemed to him more and more clearer, that it sounded like. ..crying.
A.... child's crying?
He turned slowly towards some boxes and trashcans that lay carelessly thrown out on the street corner. He neared it, hearing the crying becoming clearer and sadder. He looked under one of the boxes, and to his ultimate shock, there laid a child.
She was sitting down; her legs bent covering her face (the part that wasn't hidden by her brown tangled hair). She looked so young, not even...maybe nine years old. At least that's what it seemed like to him.
His first reaction (as a doctor) was to get her out of the cold and warm her up, so she wouldn't die of hypothermia. But, as a person, his heart bent at the thought of her being alone in a box. Then the question came to him. Where were her parents? Cox, was so furious at the fact that people could be so stupid and utterly heartless to let a child die like this!
The child kept crying, but she said in a small sad voice, "Coming,"
Perry tried to keep his posture and understand what she meant by that. He barely heard her, but it didn't pass him by.
He hadn't realized he had said that last statement out loud.
"What?" He asked, a bit confused.
"They're coming..." She repeated a bit softer.
He tilted his head in an angle much like a confused puppy.
"Who?"
"My parents," She sniffled. She shivered violently and almost toppled over.
Cox had no idea what kind of idiot parents would just leave their own flesh and blood out here, and give the poor girl an idea that they would return for her. It infuriated him to no end.
Then he could have almost kicked himself for being so brainless. Get her out of the cold. That was the most important thing right now, or she'd die.
Cox tried to reach her, but she shuddered at his hand. She backed away a bit before crying a little harder than before.
He stared at her completely at a loss for words. But, he had to do what his doctor's instinct (and heart) told him to do. So, he reached in one last time, but this time soothed her. He told her he was a doctor and he just wanted to help her, he promised he wouldn't hurt her.
She stared shyly up at him. He got a glimpse of her eyes, and for a second, they met eye to eye. She had such pretty eyes. They were light brown and almost with a gold tint.
The little girl didn't think he seemed so bad, and after all, she was really cold and lonely.
She didn't cower this time; she came willingly and let him hold her. He took off his jacket off and wrapped it around her tiny figure. She was so small...and innocent. He just wanted to murder the so-called 'parents' who did this to her. No true parent would ever, ever do this.
She felt something she hadn't felt in a very long time when he held her. She felt secure and warm. But, of course she only knew it as being loved. She was too young to understand what her parents had done to her.
He turned towards the bus stop and searched for it. He was freezing now that his jacket had been given to the little girl. But, he knew it was worth the cause it served. He began to move nervously, when was that freakin bus going to be here!?
He glared at his watch, and moaned in anger. It was already 7:38. The bus came at 7:30.
"Oh my f..," Perry was about to unleash a chain of filthy words out of his mouth, but remembered the bundle he was holding. She didn't need that, she needed warmth. Perry sighed and began to run to the hospital.
He soon found out that 5 blocks in the freezing cold is not so easy as it may appear....at first. Especially with a small girl's life in his arms. He sprinted faster, and when he finally busted through the hospital's glass doors, he was finally ready to pass out from the biting frost.
He was soon bombarded by nurses and random staff members, and even some on lookers to see what the big fuss was about. Perry couldn't even keep his head straight he was just too cold. Carla rushed up to him and spoke, but he couldn't make it out.
He tried to tell her he was fine and to get that stick out of her Latina arse.
But, he didn't finish. He didn't even remember starting it. All he thought before it all went black was.
*Man do I hate Kelso*
He passed out cold on the floor.
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Okay first chappie! I hope you all like so far! :D ^_^
Reviews make me happy and keep me going!