Chapter Five

As Dr. Cox came and rolled Mike back up to the OR, just like he did last time Sydney came (Hmmm, freaky coincidence, or a sign from the powers above? I'll stick with freaky coincidence) I didn't know what to say. There Sydney was, on the verge of breakdown with her father trying to comfort her, but they clearly had some unresolved issues...

I couldn't just go up to her and wisk her away. For one thing, Mike would kick my ass. For another thing, her dad scares the sh-t out of me.

**Daydream**

"I own you, Dorian, never forget that."

"Yes, sir. Whatever you say, sir."

"Who owns you?"

"You own me, sir."

"Dorian..."

"You own me,
master."

"That's better."

**End Daydream**


Yeah, JD will stay far, far away.

---

"What's going on?" I turn around and see Elliot coming down the hall. I turn and am about to answer her when Sydney calls my name.

Hmm, Sydney...Elliot...Sydney...Elliot...

I'm comin' home, mama, I'm comin' home. I turn back around and totally blow off Elliot as I make my way to Sydney.

I hear Elliot faintly. "How rude, did you see that?"

"Honey, who would you have chosen?" Nurse Roberts says, leaning over the front desk and watching as I approach Sydney.

"Yeah, who am I kidding?" Elliot responds, then walks away. Wow, easier than I expected it to be.

"Hey," I say as I stop in front of Sydney and avoid all possible eye contact with her dad.

"Hey, JD. Dad this is JD." She says, introducing me to the Hulk.

Hulk definitely is scarier than the "Incredible" Hulk. The "Incredible" Hulk just makes him sound like a freak show in the circus. Like the woman with the the incredible beard.

Damn, JD, why be you so funny?

"JAY dee?" He asks, glaring suspiciously at the hand I've put forth for him to shake.

Don't worry, I wash. No cooties here.

**Flashback**

"Hey, come here, I have a problem," Janitor says to me, concerned. I follow him into the bathroom, worried about what I am about to encounter.

"I'm sorry if Mr. Peeps isn't workin' with the wifey, but that's none of my--" I start, but am quickly pushed back into the bathroom and into a stall.

**Flashback within a Flashback**

"DUNK THE CHEERLEADER!"

"Come on guys, all I wanted to do was bring some spirit to the baske--"

[FLUSH]

**End Flashback within a Flashback**

"Now what you're gonna do is stick your hand in the toilet and get my wedding ring for me. Now."

I laugh nervously, and turn around to face the bane of my existence. "Why can't you do it? You have those long rubber gloves that you wear--" He glares at me and I try desperately to win his affections back. "That look so lovely on you--"

"Get. It. Now."

"Can't I atleast go get some gloves--"

"Get. It. Now."

I close my eyes and reach down into the toilet...

**End Flashback**


"Doctor...John Dorian..." I say, trying to regain the little amount of respectability I should have.

He still has that scary ass scowl on his face, and all I can do is look at him with my best "You know you love little ole JD!" grin. He slowly begins to reach over, and shakes my hand.

I guess the firm handshake comes with the whole "being in the CIA" thing.

Holy. Sh-t.

My...Hand...The man...Is...Killing my hand...

Suddenly his beeper goes off, and I thank God for making whoever is beeping him beep him at that exact moment, forcing him to release my hand.

Oww...I think I just got hand raped...

I hold my weak hand in my good one and inspect it. I wouldn't be suprised if there were many many little fractures under those forming bruises.

"Sydney, it's Sloane. I have to go. I'll keep you covered until tomorrow morning, but you'll have to show up at 10."

"Okay, thanks."

Mr. Bristow looks at Sydney as though he wants to say something, but thinks better of it and leaves.

I think I may have shed tears. My hand...Hurt...So...EFFING MUCH, DAMMIT!

What am I gonna do? How am I gonna bathe Rowdy? How am I going to pick up girls with a LAME HAND?!

"Sorry about that, my dad can be..." She starts, then fades off as she tries to come up with the word.

"A cold-hearted bastard with a handshake so firm it could bend iron?"

"Well, that wasn't exactly what I was gonna say--"

"The epitome of all that should be feared in this world?"

"Ummm...Yeah, that too. But I was gonna say intimidating. He can be a bit intimidating."

Mount Everest is intimidating.
This man makes me want to sh-t myself and cry for my Mommy.

**Daydream**

"Mooooooooooooommmyyyyyyyyyy" I cry from the bathroom.

"Dude, you gotta stop doing this," Turk says through the door.

**End Daydream**


"Yeah, just a little." I say, laughing lightly. Clearly Sydney doesn't care, for she's staring longingly at the elevator, like she's just waiting for Mike to come through them again.

"Sandy, change out of the stilettos cause we're walkin," Cox says as he walks past me.

He could atleast give the calling me women's names a rest while I'm around Sydney. The one person who has yet to realize my utter un-coolness. I catch up with Cox and am walking in stride with him down the hall, taking a glance over my shoulder to see Syd staring at us in confusion.

"Okay, Newbie. I'm out of here. You're in charge of Mr. CIA-Fancy-Pants. I don't want anything to do with," he lowers his voice and looks over at Sydney, "Jack Bristow."

"Haaaaaaa, is Coxy-woxy scaredy-waredy?" I mock, despite the fact that the little voice in the back of my head is desperately begging me not to do it.

"Zip it!" He snaps, then points a warning finger in my face. "Trust me, you haven't seen scared--"

Dammit. Why do I always bring this crap upon myself?!

"Ehhhhh" Dr. Cox throws his arms into the air and grunts in annoyance. "I'm out, you're in. Don't screw up. And stop sniffing that lovely little fire hydrant, newbie, and stick to the blow-up dolls. They can't be in love with other guys while you're chasin them around."

"Ha, and how would you know?" I call out as Cox walks back towards the locker room shaking his head sadly. "Dr. Cox plays with blow up...Dolls..."

I look around and see that absolutely no one cares, so I make my way back to Syd.

"Where's Dr. Cox going? I thought he was going to be in charge of Vaughn--"

"He had an emergency and had to get to at home." And by emergency, I mean beers that need to be drunk and babies that need to be eaten. "He left me all of Mike's charts, so it'll be alright. He shouldn't be much longer, everything will be fine, Sydney."

"Mike?" She asks, looking at me curiously.

"Um, yeahhh, that kind of is his name and all..."

"So you've been talking to him?" She asks anxiously.

"Yeah, just a little," I say grinning as I take a seat on a chair in the waiting room. "Me and Mike are tight now, yo."

Yeahhhh, JD, show off those mad skillz of yours.

"Tight?" She asks, raising an eyebrow suspiciously.

"Yeah, tight...It's like...Good friends--"

"JD, I know what 'tight' means..."

"Oh, sorry."

"So what did you talk about?"

**Flashback**

"I'd soooo do her!" I exclaim, chugging a little container of milk.

"I know!" Mike exclaims excitedly. "Wait a second, you're talking about Sydney, right? Dude, that's so not cool..."

**End Flashback**


Yeah, so we talked about how he wanted to make mad monkey love to you, and how I did too. But I was lucky that he was the deathly ill one or I could very well be dead right now.

"Stuff," I reply, grinning once again.

"Well, what kind of stuff. Come on, tell me JD." Sydney whines. Dude, I have a woman grovelling at my feet. Well, not at my feet, but at my eye level. Needless to say, this is the first time I've made a woman grovel. I think this is going to go down in JD history as one of the best moments of my life...

**Flashback**

"Dude, this is so going down as one of the best moments of my life," I say out of breath as me and Turk run around the corner and into our apartment. I slam the door and we jump onto the couch and pretend to be watching tv.

The doorbell rings and I jump up to answer it.

"Oh, hey Mr. Wilson!" I gasp, and cover my mouth with my hands. "Rowdy! We found you! Thank you so much, Mr. Wilson, I don't know
how he gets out..."

"He's stuffed."

"I know, he's a gifted dog," I say, then close the door and am greeted by Turk's thunderous laughter.

"Definitely one of the best moments of my life."

**End Flashback**


Those were the days.

"JD..."

"If you're asking whether he mentioned your or not...He did." I say mysteriously.

I look over and laugh as I see a blush wash over her face.

**Daydream**

[Sydney breaks out into song]

Does he love me? I want to know
How can I tell, if he loves me so?

[Me, Elliot, and Turk pop out and sing back-up]

Is it in his eyes?

Oh no, you'll be deceived

Is it in his signs?

Oh no, he'll make believe
If you want to know if he loves you so
It's in his kiss

That's where it is

**End Daydream**


Right as I'm about to speak up, the elevator doors open up, and I see Carla pushing his bed over to where it sat only hours before.

Sydney immediately stands up and walks towards the bed.

"He's a little groggy," Carla says, to Sydney, who doesn't seem to be listening.

Sydney pulls a chair up and takes a seat by his bed.

"She's got it bad, doesn't she?" Carla asks me as she passes by, I just nod, then turn to follow her away.

"JD," I hear Sydney call out. I turn around suprised, and she pulls up a chair next to her.

HALLELUJAH. HALLELUJAH.

I know I can't win her heart, but being a friend is just as good in this case.

Mike moves in his sleep, and mumbles something. Sydney simply takes his hand, and holds it in her own.

"So what did he say?" She asks, her voice barely above a whisper.

I'm not gonna lie, I'm a bit thrown off by this, and I'm unsure as to whether I should reveal such things in 'the man's' presence. But what the Hell...I'm a sucker for some good old fashioned gossip.

"Sydney, I think you already know." I say, and lean back. She turns to me, and a sad smile slowly spreads across her lips. She laughs softly, then leans down and plants a kiss on Mike's hands.

Oh, what I'd give to be those hands.

I have the sneaking suspicion that I've just witnessed big steps in the Mike/Sydney relationship, but I don't have time to think about it.

"So do you have anyone special in your life, JD?"

"Me? Oh yeahhh...I've got the ladies lining up. I'm booked almost every night I have off. They just can't get enough of the JD-man--"

Sydney laughed and leaned forward onto the bed, and turned her head to face me.

"Oh, I see how it is." She said, still laughing softly. "Well I've got a couple people I could set you up with...I mean if you aren't totally against blind dates."

"Sign. Me. Up."

If they're friends with Sydney, I can only hope that some of her hottness has rubbed off on them. Oh please, God, yes.

END CHAPTER FIVE