I've gotten people asking me to do more but this will probably the last chapter. . . or not. We'll see how things go.
Dr. Cox found himself back in the lounge wiping cake off his face. JD was sitting next to him, but not too close trying not to look too pleased with himself.
"You know Barbara, if you wanted to shove cake down my throat you could have at least waited until I was alone." Dr. Cox picked a cookie crumb out from his teeth.
You should be happy I didn't shove it up your. . .
But JD's fantasy was interrupted by Carla throwing open the door. She opened her mouth to say something but closed it quickly, as she took one look at Dr. Cox.
"You know you have cake. . ."
"Yes. Thank you for the information. I don't think I would have ever notice the cold vanilla ice cream down the front of my shirt." Dr. Cox grumbled, pulling off his coat. "What did you want?"
"Well, there is a patient here but I see you're very busy so. . . I'll leave you." Carla walked out and they could all hear her laughing.
"That's my baby!" Turk smiled but saw everyone staring at him and shrugged.
"This is great! Now what! I can't go walking around like this!"
"You could. . ." JD turned to Dr. Cox.
"No!"
"How did you know what I was going to say!"
"Because I'm special!" Dr. Cox sarcastically remarked.
"Yeah. . . well. . . what was I going to say?" JD sounded childish.
"Oh, I'm not going to do this!" Dr. Cox stood up and was about to cross his arms but remembered his cake covered shirt and decided not to.
"Yeah, what was he going to say hot – shot!" Elliot chimed in.
"What the. . . 'hot – shot'? You're kidding right, Barbie? This is stupid!" Dr. Cox looked from JD to Elliot, his eyes finally settling on Turk.
"Come on Dr. Cox! If you're so special, what was he going to say!"
"Jesus Chir. . . look. If I tell you, will you shut up!" They all nodded and Dr. Cox continued. "He was going to ask me one of two things or possibly both. He was going to ask me either a) if I wanted to borrow one of his cootie shirts or b) if I wanted to accompany him to his dwelling of tragedy to get cleaned up!" He finished slightly cocking his head to one side.
Damn. He's right.
"Yeah. . . so? I don't care!" JD protested, unable to think of a good retort.
"You know I'm right! Admit it Veronica! You know it!" Dr. Cox pointed a menacing finger at JD. "I'm always right and you know it princess!" he kept yelling and Elliot could tell JD didn't like it. She wanted to help.
That's when she noticed the mashed potatoes.
Dr. Cox didn't feel it at first, but after a minute or two he felt it seep into his shirt. Slowly turning he stared from Turk to Elliot. Elliot tried to hold the offending hand behind her back, but she was too slow.
"You did not just throw that at me Barbie!"
"Um. . . well. . . I. . ." Elliot tried to find the perfect excuse.
"That's it. I've had enough." Dr. Cox marched over to Elliot.
"What are you going to do?" Elliot feared the worst.
"Something I should've done a long time ago." Dr. Cox picked up a small bowl of mashed potatoes and dumped it all over Elliot's head. A couple of minutes later, mashed potatoes were flying everywhere and even some M&M's (which Dr. Cox was trying to save. Who would let such good food go to waste?).
Suddenly the door flung open and there stood Kelso. JD made the mistake of throwing a huge glob of mashed potatoes. Dr. Cox made the mistake of dodging it. Turk made the mistake of laughing when it hit Kelso smack in the face. Elliot stood with deer - in - the - headlight eyes.
"PERRY! WHAT THE HELL IS GOING ON HERE! IN MY OFFICE NOW!" Kelso yelled. The room fell completely silent except for the occasional plop of potato hitting the floor. JD, Turk, and Elliot turned to face Dr. Cox who cleared his throat and put his arm down.
I guess I'm going to have to write another chapter after all! Special thanks to mugglewolf for the M&M's but I'm afraid I don't like any kind of soda so that's out for me!
