Awkward Moments…

"Hey Elliot," Dr Noll announced as Elliot attempted to escape with the rest of the residents after rounds.

"Oh," Elliot whimpered and gingerly turned around. "Dr Noll."

"You did exceptionally well in rounds," Dr Noll smiled, making Elliot blush. "You're not just a pretty face huh?"

"Thankyou, no," Elliot smiled. "I'm a doctor, a very good doctor actually."

"Believe me I can tell," Dr Noll enthused. "I'd love to stay here and talk but I have a tonne of patients to check on. If you're interested though I'm going surfing after work…"

"Oh, I'm not good with beaches," Elliot explained exasperated. "I'm allergic to sand," she added and hurried off, leaving Dr Noll standing there confused. Elliot dashed down the corridor until she caught up with J.D who just looked at her and grinned. "What?"

"Nothing," J.D smirked and then couldn't help himself. "So are you gonna help Stu wax his surfboard later?"

"J.D!" Elliot gasped. "Just because I'm in a foreign country and Dr Noll happens to be very, very cute doesn't mean I'm going to just let go of all my neurosis and sleep with him. He's an attending, my superior, do you have idea of what the consequences of intercourse with him would mean?"

"You might relax," J.D said blankly and Elliot glared at him. "And stop calling it intercourse."

"You have no idea," Elliot sighed. "I mean could you imagine how awkward you'd feel if you had a tryst with Dr Cox…"

"I think awkward is kinda an understatement," J.D cringed and tried to wipe the image of waking up naked in bed with Dr Cox from his mind. "You slept with that surgical attending and it wasn't a problem."

"Everyone thought I was a tramp!"

"No one knows you here," J.D enthused. "I think you should go for it."

"You would," Elliot huffed and stormed off in the opposite direction.

"Of course, because I often encourage you to whore yourself to other doctors," J.D grumbled, looking over his shoulder and at her disappearing form.

"Oh Sheila, don't tell me you're having a tiff with your favourite gal pal now?" Dr Cox declared, bringing J.D back to reality.

J.D looked curiously at Dr Cox a moment. "Do you sleep on the right?"

"Excuse me?"

"Nevermind," J.D added quickly. "Have you seen Dr Anderson?"

"No, but I can take a guess and assume he's probably pulling in his tights and little velvet boots so he can go and annoy all the other evil pixies that seem to inhabit this hell hole."

"You don't like him much do you?" J.D said knowing full well what the response would be.

"On the contrary Newbie, I like him enough to hope that his excessive drinking leads to his liver bursting and instantaneous death," Dr Cox mused, sticking his hands into the pockets of his white coat.

"That's a little harsh don't you think?" J.D said quietly. "He's not a bad doctor…"

"Lookit," Dr Cox growled as he stopped to glare at J.D. "I couldn't give a flying ducky what type of doctor he is. I don't like the intoxicated little bastard and my reasons for doing so have abs-sou-ltly nothing to do with you."

J.D swallowed as Dr Cox continued to glare. "So is this a conclusion you've come to after spending quality time with Dr Anderson or is this because he's Gina's ex-husband?"

Dr Cox frowned deeper. "My Clara, we have grown some testicles haven't we? Must be hanging around all this overpowering Australian testosterone that seems to just ooze from the men in the Southern Hemisphere," he paused to clench his teeth. "By god you better get outta my sigh in the next half a second or…"

"Dr Dorian," a voice piped up from just down the corridor.

"Oh thank god," J.D gasped and dashed off, leaving Dr Cox fuming.

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"Hey baby," Carla smiled as Turk appeared looking exhausted after being in surgery for longer than he could remember.

"Hey baby," he reciprocated and leaned over the desk of the nurses station to share a kiss with Carla.

"How was surgery?"

"Awful," Turk groused. "Dr Johnson is a Michael Bolton fan. It was like being trapped in hell."

"Aw, poor baby," Carla cooed. "I'll be finished in ten minutes if you want to get something to eat?"

"I know what I'd prefer to do…" Turk grinned cheekily.

"Turk, don't start," Carla warned and Turk's face fell into a sulk. "I mean Dr Cox still doesn't know about last night…"

"Doesn't know what?" Dr Cox asked, appearing next to Turk with a chart.

"Nothing," Turk gasped. "Nothing at all. Nothing happened, we went straight to sleep and did even think about having sex in your bed…"
Carla closed her eyes and then quickly looked sweetly at Dr Cox. "You had sex in my bed?" Dr Cox asked, looking up from the chart.

"No!" Carla gasped and Dr Cox looked at Turk.

"Ghandi?"

Turk flustered a moment. "Ok, maybe just a little."

Dr Cox looked at them both disgusted. "Oh that's just," he threw the chart down. "Just too…" his arms flailed about as he tried to find the words to convey his disgust. "Just to ugly to contemplate," he eventually gasped and turned on his heel to storm off down the corridor. "I mean really, I shouldn't have to discover that I'm sleeping in something covered in Ghandi's DNA, that's just not hygienic…"

Turk and Carla looked at each other sheepishly. Carla quickly occupied herself with more work while Turk scurried off to the cafeteria.

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"…so we did all we could, we're really very sorry for your loss. What's that? Well, you'd be amazed at what the common cold can do to people…" Gina was distracted from her phone call from a knock at the door. She looked up to see Dr Anderson leaning against the door frame and motioned for him to come in. "I have to go now but feel free to call me with any other concerns you might have ok? Bye," Gina ended the call and left the phone off the hook.

"Who died this time?" Dr Anderson asked, slumping into a padded leather chair opposite Gina's desk.

"Mr Lecopoulos," Gina replied, scribbling down some notes.

"I thought he just had a cold?"

"Someone accidentally admitted him for surgery."

"Accidentally!"

"Well if you hadn't been asleep in the On-Call room this might have been avoided."

"Oh that's right, it's my fault," Dr Anderson groused. "There's other attendings in this hospital you know."

"Yes but they haven't all left me for alternative medicine practitioners called Freya," Gina countered raising an eyebrow.

"I didn't see the wonderful Perry saving the day," Dr Anderson spat.

"Why are you here?"

"Because that coiffured yank got my scrubs wet."

"What? How? Were you bathing together?"

"NO!" Dr Anderson said quickly. "He poured a vase of water over me."

"Because you were sleeping in the On-Call room?"

"Resting woman, resting."

"Sounds like you deserved it if you ask me."

"Look, forget I came in here," Dr Anderson groused, getting to his feet. "Let's ignore the fact that I came to you in my time of need."

"I don't know that being a tad damp is a time of need," Gina mused as Dr Anderson frowned. "Oh for god's sake, what? What do you want from me?"

"My spare scrubs," Dr Anderson sighed. "The pair I keep in your office."

"Oh," Gina said sheepishly. "They're not here any more."

"What, why?"

"Well, when I was going through my angry, resentful stage after you left me I inadvertently burnt them."

"You inadvertently burnt them? How do you inadvertently burn anything?"

"That's not the point Ross, the point is they don't exist any more so you can go away and stop cluttering up my office."

"Fine," Dr Anderson huffed. "But we will have words about this!" he added, storming toward the door and was clearly heard wailing, 'burnt them' from down the corridor.

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"What an awful, awful day," J.D sighed as he, Elliot, Turk and Carla stepped into the warmth of the late afternoon.

"Did you ever find Dr Anderson?" Elliot asked, enjoying the feel of the warm sun on her pasty skin.

"Yeah and he never snuck off to On-Call room to sleep once," J.D mused.

"So what are we gonna do now?" Turk piped up. "I don't want to go home in case Cox is there."

"Why?" J.D mused.

"He found out we had sex in his bed," Carla breathed. "Oh let's go out and do something. All we've done is work since we've been here."

J.D pondered a moment and then smiled mischievously. "I think Elliot wants to go to the beach."

"What!" Elliot gasped.

"That's a great idea," Carla perked. "We'll go grab our stuff and meet back here," she added and grabbed the protesting Elliot to drag her away.

"What's wrong with Elliot?" Turk asked.

"She's got the hots for an attending," J.D mused. "Who happens to be a surfer."

"Dude," Turk laughed. "This I have got to see."

J.D and Turk hurried back to the dive they called home for the time being. Turk tried to hush an over excited and babbling J.D but all to no avail.

"I think I'd look really cool on a surfboard," J.D enthused as he dropped his backpack on the floor.

"J.D," Turk said through gritted teeth and then winced as Dr Cox appeared.

"Why girls, you're home," he announced cheerily and then frowned. "I'm so glad you're home because I really want to take a nap and I refuse to lie any where that might be caked in anything that could be carrying the DNA that created that gigantic bald dome. So before you kids grab your inflatable water wings and pull on your bikinis I'd really appreciate it if you changed the sheets on my bed."

"There isn't any spare sheets," Turk groused. "I checked before we left this morning."

"Well then gee Sadie you might just have to do some laundry before you go swimming between the flags," Dr Cox mused as he watched Turk shuffle into his room. "Good girl."

"So anyway," J.D perked, deciding he'd try and keep a cheery mood. "We're going to the beach do you want to come?"

Dr Cox looked at him strangely for a moment. "Yeah, sure."

J.D looked shocked. "Wait, are you serious? You actually want to do something with us?"

"Well it's a toss up between watching you get smacked in the head with a surfboard or a cosy night in front of the television with the Todd."

"Not seeing Gina?" J.D asked coyly.

"No, because for reasons I can't explain she's actually avoided me all day," Dr Cox sighed. "And once again, I get to see you getting smacked in the head with a surfboard."

"I'm glad you care so much."

"Heart warming isn't it," Dr Cox mused and then looked into his bedroom. "Come on Sadie I want those sheets cleaned sometime tonight!"