Dr. Cox POV

It was bucketing down rain when I ended my shift at eight. It came out of nowhere so I wasn't prepared. Water soaked through my clothes and onto my car seat as I slammed my door shut and gripped the steering wheel. Lazy oaf thinks he knows me. I should've punched that smug look right off of his face. I stared out of my windshield and squinted through the foggy glass. Newbie was several feet ahead of me, trying desperately to start his scooter that the Janitor had toyed with. He didn't even sigh in defeat; he just tiredly started pushing it. As I look from him to my steering wheel, trying to avoid watching him, my eyes bolted South, startled by the deafening screeching crash in the nearest intersection. Newbie just kept pushing, but stopped to sneeze, followed by a heavy cough. That crazy bastard was going to get pneumonia. Why didn't he just call someone to come get him? I sat for a few minutes, until he was out of sight and ran a hand over my face. Alright, just go you big wuss. He'll be fine. I turned over the ignition and slowly started driving.

Newbie had his body hunched over his scooter as he fought against the current now surrounding his ankles. Stupidly, I had decided to follow him home to make sure he made it okay. He had made it two blocks outside of the hospital when a silver SUV whipped around me and splashed the poor kid, drenching him even more, if that were possible. I gritted my teeth, "Idiot."

He closed his eyes, as he stopped short and just stood there. And then he sneezed about five times, violently shaking his body as each one erupted from him. I groaned and pulled over, though he didn't seem to notice. I opened my door and shut it behind me. "Get in, Pamela," I called above the storm. He turned to look at me with exhaustion. "Have you been following me?" he yelled back. I scowled, crossing my arms in the street. He turned away from me and seemingly used all of his strength to push the scooter again.

I ran up next to him and put my hand on his shoulder. Newbie stopped abruptly and looked from my hand to my face in shock. "Yeah, Newbie, I followed you. Let me give you a ride so you don't get pneumonia and miss weeks of work," I explained, unintentionally feeling my face soften at his pink stained face. Water splashed on his eyelashes and practically bounced off. He raised his eyebrows at me, "You were worried about me?" I snatched my hand away from his shoulder and nodded at my Porsche. He stared at me as I felt my face flicker between emotions then settled on anger, "Put your scooter behind the seats if you can manage that," I said and began briskly walking back to my car. I opened the passenger door and pulled the seat forward and down. Newbie stood behind me, ready to get his scooter in my precious car.

I took over, basically maneuvering it in by myself, although he made a feeble attempt to help. "Go on the other side and bring the chair down, would ya?" I asked loudly. The rain was only getting heavier. I knew we had to hurry.

"Feel like a sardine. But I wouldn't eat me right now," Newbie said as he wiggled around in the passenger seat, grinning to himself, immediately sneezing afterwards. Ignoring his comment, I began driving. All of my concentration was going towards successfully driving on the flooded roads in the dark. He searched his pockets for something. Laila began panicking silently, with her hands gripped on her knees. "Um…Dr. Cox?" he said meekly.

"Liiiiittle busy here, Newbie."

"I don't have my keys..."

We had arrived at a stop light. I gazed at him, seeing the fear in his eyes and felt a sigh ripple through me. "What do you want to do?" I asked him. Suddenly, the girl's eyes sparkle with excitement, but she holds back. "Could…would it be alright if I crashed at your place just for the night? I promise I won't bother you," he managed. "Don't make promises you couldn't pah-haa-si-bly keep, Ryna." I said frankly.

The light turned and we began again. We were close by my apartment. Good timing, Newbie. I frowned to myself for being less bothered than expected. "I can sleep on the couch," he mumbled. "Well of course you're going to sleep on the couch, Mariah. Did you really think I'd let you dirty up my sheets with your cheap perfume?" He perked up, smiling from ear to ear as I pulled into the parking lot and into a parking space. "I've always dreamed of having a sleepover with you, Dr. Cox. I'd always imagined us drinking some alcoholic root beer as we played the game of my choice. Scrabble, of course. And then I'd beat you, which, as you know, you wouldn't be happy about .Then we'd wrestle over who really won and we'd end up…" He stopped mid sentence as I fixated a wild stare on him.

JD POV

Oh god, I almost just told him about the disturbing dream I'd had. Well, in hindsight it was disturbing, but I woke up from it having to take care of Mr. Peeps. That didn't mean anything though, any sex dream I'd ever had gave me morning wood, even though I didn't always do something about it. But I almost just told him about it. What is wrong with me? I never told Carla, gift shop girl, Laverne, or Tasty Coma Wife about my sex dreams with them. I guess I did end up telling Elliot. What does that mean? As I stared at his dashboard trying to figure myself out, his sharp whistle snapped me out of it. "Earth to Raven, time to go, princess," he said, getting out of the car and slamming the door before I had a chance to react.

We silently made it into his apartment, which smelled comforting to me, making me feel homey despite how crappy I felt. I stood in the doorway as Dr. Cox walked off into the kitchen and started making tea. Is…he making me tea? I was too baffled to move, that and I didn't know what to do with myself. I was soaked. "Dr. Cox?" I prompted, fiddling with my hands. "Newbie, go to the bathroom and get yourself cleaned up. I don't want you getting mud all over my castle, Snow White," he responded, not looking at me. Quickly taking advantage of the opportunity, I hustled to the bathroom.

I leaned on the closed door and stared at my reflection. Other than my nose, I was Snow White. Stripping down, I got in the shower and tried to figure out the hot water. Every new shower you get into is like trying to crack open a safe, you gotta dial it just right or you're going to set off the alarms. In this instance, the alarm would be my body. As the hot water hit my slimy skin, I imagined me trying to rob a bank but my fantasy was interrupted by my realization of where I was. I'm naked in Dr. Cox's shower right now! I'm staying the night and he's making me tea! I turned the temperature down, feeling hotter suddenly. Ok, J-Dizzle. Don't say anything to get you kicked out. You cannot mess up this night.

I happily lavished myself with his body wash and shampoo. It felt intimate using his loofah, and I knew he would mind so I told myself that I'd just get him a new one. "If you're happy and you know it clap your hands," I sang and clapped, dropping the loofah. I bent to pick it up. "If you're happy and you know it and you really wanna show it, if you're happy and you know it clap your hands," I clapped, dropped the loofah again and picked it up. Where did I see that from? Oooh yeah, the Josie and the Pussycats live action movie. Still great after the 10th time. My ex Danni looks a lot the drummer in that movie. I wonder if I have a doppelganger. After rinsing off, I pulled the shower curtain to the side and stepped out. I searched for a towel to dry off with and found some in the cupboard. Wrapping the blue towel around my firm mutton, I realized I didn't have a change of clothes. Oh well, he's given me a physical before so it's not like he hasn't seen me naked, I reassured myself.

Regardless, I hesitantly made my way into the doorway. Brewed tea was sitting on the counter in the kitchen as Dr. Cox flicked through channels, his arm laying on the back of the couch. "Do you have some jammies that I could borrow?" I asked. He turned and looked me slowly up and down. Without saying anything, to my surprise, he got up and headed toward me. I backed into his room so that he could enter. Dr. Cox pulled open his dresser drawer and threw a long black t-shirt and grey plaid pajama bottoms at me and walked out of the room.

I sat down on the couch next to him, carefully holding the tea he'd made me. Dr. Cox had his arms crossed as he avidly stared at the television. It was just a commercial. I couldn't help but stare at him. He glanced at me and back to the TV. "Yes, Jasmine?"

Why are you being so nice to me? Is what I almost said. But that just would've triggered a rant. I rethought my response to tread carefully.

I took a moment to respond. "Thank you," I said simply. I sipped my tea as he ignored my gratitude. Dr. Cox turned it to a channel that was playing Sanford and Sons! "Can we watch this? Turk and I love Sanford and Sons," I reasoned. He set the remote down and went back to crossing his arms. I could tell that he was tired, and so was I. We didn't really say anything, just a bunch of me reciting quotes with the actors and him shooting me fake judgmental glances and groaning at me. I knew that if it actually bothered him, he'd of been fed up by now and turned the channel or left. But, he didn't. He ended up uncrossing his arms and laid his left arm on the back of the couch behind me. I tried to suppress my obvious grin when he did that. My tummy felt warm from the tea he made me and I only sneezed twice the entire show.

Afterwards, the station began playing Welcome Back, Kotter and I had to set my tea down, I was laughing so much. "This is too good, Dr. Cox. I mean, what are the odds that this would play. Do you still have that shirt I made you?" I barely managed to ask through my laughter. "You know, I gotta say there, Newbie. That was pretty good," he said. Our eyes met as his mouth curled in the corners. That didn't seem like sarcasm. Am I dreaming? He's never been this nice to me, I mean he just smiled at me and it wasn't sarcastically. Breathe, don't forget to breathe. I opened my mouth to speak but nothing came out. About ten minutes into the episode, my exhaustion was finally kicking in again and I felt myself sinking into the couch. I kept glancing at Dr. Cox, noticing he looked like he was going to knock out too. My eyes began drooping and it was getting harder to pay attention to the show. Halfway through the episode, sleep claimed me.