The Greater Good…

"Hey, Blondie!" Dr Cox called as he hurried to catch up to the angry blonde woman who'd left a rather large bruise on both his chest and his ego. "I think we got off on the wrong foot earlier."

"Excuse me?" The blonde scorned. "I believe I called you an arse which would indicate I hated you from the millisecond my skull connected with your well toned chest. I really don't think we need a great D&M about the whole thing."

"Well no," Dr Cox began and then cocked his head to the side. "You noticed my chest was toned?"

"Well, had you been flabby I wouldn't have a headache and ringing in my ears," the blonde sneered.

"Want me to give you the once over?" Dr Cox asked puffing his chest out. "I am a doctor after all."

"You know, I think I'll take the chances of a brain haemorrhage," the blonde chided. "But thankyou for continuing to prove the theory that all Americans are arrogant and narcissistic."

"Ohh you're a nasty woman," Dr Cox gasped. "And here's me thinking blondes don't have the mental capacity to use words like haemorrhage, narcissistic or cat."

"Oh you're killing me," the blonde sarced. "Here's a few words, put them in any order you fancy - have a you penis small."

Dr Cox was about to retort with some scathingly viscous comment about the size of her breasts when J.D appeared with a short, scruffy yet oddly attractive to women, doctor.

"Gina, you've decided to mingle with the working class," Dr Anderson chided. "How noble of you."

"Just doing my job Ross," the blonde sighed stopping to look at her clipboard. "You remember what a job is right? That thing you do between drinking sessions."

J.D. and Doctor Cox stood there watching the insults flying backwards and forwards.

"One of us has to say something," J.D whispered.

"I'm not getting involved in this one Azaria," Dr Cox breathed.

"Azaria?"

"Got taken by a dingo."

"Oh."

Dr Cox shook his head. "So its Gina huh?"

"Who said you could speak my name?" Gina growled, glaring at Dr Cox.

"Well I just…"

"His name's Perry by the way," J.D piped up. "Perry Cox."

Dr Anderson raised and eyebrow and then sniggered. "Perry Cox? That's like pair of…oh mate your parents must have hated you," he grinned and then motioned to J.D. "Follow me Dorian."

J.D was forcing himself not to giggle as Dr Cox's attention fell to him. "Right with ya Anderson."

"Bastard," Dr Cox hissed and then looked over at Gina who was stifling a giggle.

"Hey, I can see why your parents hated you."

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"Oh man," J.D laughed. "You know Dr Cox is going to kill you for mocking him right?"

"I don't remember saying I cared?" Dr Anderson mused browsing the notes on his clipboard.

"Yeah but I just thought…"

"No talking, no thinking just working ok Dorian?" Dr Anderson groaned. "I know that in your part of the world everyone has a shrink, dietician and personal ego masseuse but here we just do what we have to and then get very, very drunk."

"Sometimes its nice to talk."

"No Dorian, talking is bad, it's very bad," Dr Anderson scowled. "Talking leads to confessions, which lead to arguments which then lead to emotional trauma which leads to the divorce court and costs you half your life savings."

"Is that what happened with you and Gina?" J.D said before he could stop himself.

"No, she's just a horrible person that needs her lips sutured together," Dr Anderson groused. "Now shut the hell up before I decide to practice that little fantasy on you."

"Yes sir," J.D said quietly as they walked into a crowded looking ward. "So are you pissed off that Gina and Dr Cox seem to be getting along so well?"

Dr Anderson stopped, turned to J.D and raised an eyebrow. "Are you generally this stupid or are you just putting on a show for me? Because if you're just putting on a show I won't make you discompact bowels for the rest of the day."

"Oh I'm so pretending," J.D babbled. "I do it all the time, I'm always acting stupid, see," he perked and pretended to smack his head on an IV drip. "Just pretending."

"Yeah, you can discompact bowels anyway," Dr Anderson smiled wickedly and passed J.D a pair of latex gloves. "Just imagine you're hunting for buried treasure.

I hate you, evil pixie man.

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As a doctor you have good and bad days.. For me today had to be up there with the worst. The worst being the one time I put on underwear that was a size to small and spent the day trying to avoid looking like I was scratching my butt. While I was glad our first day at St Thomas's was over and I could get back to our plush hotel to remove the unmistakable smell of discompacting over 84 bowels. I couldn't help but wonder if something else wasn't about to go wrong.

"God, I'll be glad to escape this pit of despair," Dr Cox groused as the group headed for the door.

"Wait," a familiar voice piped up.

Oh great, it's Gina just what we need a full blown domestic between her and Dr Cox before we leave the building.

"Well if it isn't the reason the country was colonised by criminals," Dr Cox chided and smiled as Gina crossed her arms.

"Thanks oh psycho Christian turkey lover," she sneered and then focussed her attention on everyone. "Dr Bruce has had a change of, let's say heart, and decided that instead of paying for you to enjoy the comfort of a hotel you can instead bunk down in some spare student quatres."

"Y'what now?" Dr Cox gasped looking mortified by the whole idea.

"Wait, all our stuff is at the hotel," Turk declared and the others agreed.

"Dr Bruce had someone pick it up earlier," Gina nodded. "And don't shoot me I'm only the messenger."

"Of Satan," Dr Cox grinned.

"Y'know the fact you irritate me so much makes this all the more enjoyable," Gina sneered.

"So are you gonna show us where these rooms are or what?" Carla groused entirely too fed up with the whole situation.

"Sure," Gina perked, turned on her heel and then turned back. "Sorry but you and Elliot are being lodged in the nurses quatres."

"What?" Carla and Turk said together.

"No, no, no, no Aussie Lady," Turk gasped. "We're married."

"Why? Why would you do that to yourself?" Gina sighed and Dr Cox laughed.

"See I told you," he mused as Gina shook her head.

"Look let's just get some rest and we can deal with everything tomorrow," J.D sighed deciding someone needed to be the voice of reason. "It can't be too bad right?"

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"It's not the Hilton but I hope its ok," Gina breathed unlocking the door to a room in a rather dilapidated student housing facility.

"Well I certainly hope its not Paris," J.D giggled and everyone looked at him strangely. "Hilton, Paris Hilton….forget I said anything."

"Oh man, Paris Hilton," Todd grinned and held up his hand for a high five but no one responded.

"So where's my room?" Dr Cox asked glancing around at the patchy sofa and unhygienic looking kitchen facility.

Gina smiled before she got the words out. "Did I not mention you four boys were sharing."

"No offence lady, but there's only one double bed, a single and the couch," Turk said blankly.

"I know," Gina mused. "Have fun sorting out whose sleeping where," she added and headed for the door.

"No, you cannot leave me alone with two girls and Todd!" Dr Cox pleaded. "I wasn't born to share bathroom facilities with people like that."

"Aw poor Perry," Gina teased. "Having to slum it like the rest of us, how will you cope?" she added as she left.

Dr Cox growled and slammed his fist against the door.

"On the upside she called you Perry," J.D said light heartedly.

"I get the double bed," he hissed, stormed across the room into the bedroom with the double bed and slammed the door.

J.D and Turk looked at each other. "Well it wouldn't be the first time we've slept together," J.D sighed.

"Oh T-Dog, no," Todd gasped looking disgusted.

"Todd, anytime J.D and I have shared a bed it's been on a purely platonic level."

"Although we did wake up spooning once," J.D smiled.

"Dude, you so did not need to share that," Turk sighed heading for the room with the single bed.

"I was the little spoon," J.D sighed, shrugged and then followed Turk.