A/N: Well thankyou all to my reviews and anyone who stopped by. Thankyou especially to Doomthatimpends... Dide stop stalking me really I'm faltered but said no... thanks for reviwing darl. Thankyou to Yumi and yes I am actually related to Jordan the doctors try to convince me otherwise but I know better. But no seriously thankyou everyone. The comments are really great. Thanks for taking the time, and here is my next part... hope I stay on track. Oh and sorry for the all bold first chapter what it looks like now is how its supposted to be, sorry if anyone was confused.

Chapter Two

The Best Medicine

There is an important difference between love and friendship. While the former delights in extremes and opposites, the latter demands equality.

"Look I've made fresh bottles… There in the fridge…"

"You've told me that six times now Ginger and to be perfectly honest it's not like I'd go looking for them in the oven." Cox bit because it rubbed him entirely the wrong way that the other was still here.

JD wasn't expecting a thank you… mostly he was happy that he'd gotten through the day with all his limbs in tact.

"I emptied all the old ones so… and you know you should probably try not to drink quite so much so…"

"Yes Suzette I'm well aware that I should not be drinking whilst looking after a very minor, minor. But since I do not care-" JD frowned as the other tipped back more alcohol.

"If you drop Jordan's child she'll come back to haunt you." JD sniped back and then realized that he'd mentioned Jordan, had actually said the name. He'd been trying not too all day.

Dr. Cox froze drink half way to his mouth.

"You're probably right." He snorted and then dropped the glass onto the table, sprawled out on the lounge with his son sleeping on his chest.

-.-.-

JD still had that unsettling feeling of dread as he approached the hospital. He didn't want to leave Dr. Cox like that… but there wasn't really much of an alternative.

Like many times before the hospital stretches out before me like some sort of demonic entity. Flames are actually starting to flare from the top windows and the use-to-be-a-door mouth is currently gaping open wide. Welcoming me in, to the pits of hell… I wonder if Jordan really could overthrow Satan…

JD shook his head and banished the image. The hospital was a building, nothing more… the Jordan question though was still up for debate. Though he probably shouldn't be thinking things like that, Jordan was… gone and hadn't his mother always said not to speak ill of the dead.

Okay 12 hours you can do this… Mostly he just hoped to mope around for the shift and try to get his head straight. Try to work out exactly how he felt about Jordan's death. He hadn't really known her, they'd slept together, she'd broken Dr. Cox's heart on a regular basis, she'd left her son… which led him right back to having no idea how he should feel about it.

"Hey you…" Luckily he didn't actually have time to mull over it.

The Janitor was glaring at him. JD was wondering what he could possibly have done to the other in the five second space since he'd stepped inside the doors. The very demonic looking doors… Stop it!

"What?" He said cautiously.

"Hold this for me." He ordered more than asked. JD took the slightly sticky, hallow glass globe. It was roughly the size of his head and looked like a light shade… though not a hospital one, those were fluoro's.

He decided not to question how the other kept the hospital in working order that had backfired too many times. Instead he stood beside the others ladder, out of the middle of the hall, watching quietly as the other finished whatever it was he was doing and stepped down.

"Wait doesn't this need to go back up?" JD asked, wearily, but unsure of where the Janitor could possibly be going with this.

"Oh that doesn't go there." The other said laughing as he folded up the ladder and walked off.

JD stood there for a moment looking at the globe… maybe the other was simply running out of ideas. He shook his head and moved to cradle the shade in one hand… Damn it!

JD sighed realizing both his hands were stuck to the glass. He supposed he deserved it really; he had to stop being such an easy target. JD shook his head and started to shuffle towards the elevator… Carla was only two floors up, she, after some giggling would help him out.

Luckily he wasn't in the lift alone and didn't have to work out how to press the button himself, with no fingers. The down side of course was that there were other passengers one of which happened to be Dr. Kelso.

"Son, are you carrying around one of the hospital's light fixture's…" JD winced, of all the stuff he'd ever nicked, he was about to get busted for stealing one of the Janitor's stupid pranks. Alright just stay cool and think of a lie…

"Argh no Sir this is mine, it's my pet shade. I'm walking it." Smoooth! His brain taunted.

"Son, drug tests aren't mandatory, but I think for you maybe we should start scheduling them, say once a week." He frowned pushing passed JD as the metal room jerked to a stop. JD ducked out of the closing doors and waded across to the nurse's station, relieved when he found Carla standing up front filling in paperwork.

"Carla, help please?" He begged shamelessly as his backpack slipped off his shoulder and weighed heavily on his elbow. He placed the shade and his hands on the counter.

"What's with the globe Bambi?" She said glancing up from the files.

"The Janitor got me." He explained, showing that his hands were stuck..

"Again… Bambi you really need to just leave him alone." Carla chided.

"I really didn't do anything to him this time… I didn't even do anything that could be classed as something… even by his freakishly skewed standards." JD pouted. Carla sighed and finished with the last piece of paper.

She pulled nail polish remover and a bag of cotton balls from somewhere below the counter and then pulled him into the nurses lounge.

"So what else is going on?" She asked after finally managing to get him sitting in a comfortable position, his bag perched precariously on the edge of the sofa.

"Besides that my hands and a light fitting are now one cohesive unit, nothing wrong." JD said watching her dab around his palms; the green liquid evaporated quickly leaving his hands with a peculiar dry tingle.

"I didn't say anything was wrong, I said what else is going on?" Carla smirked.

"And don't say 'nothing' Bambi 'cos you're in the same scrubs you left in this morning and I bet you still have that red punk rock T-shirt in your bag… Plus Turk said you weren't at home when he got there and you smell like some cheap hussy's coconut delight perfume."

Actually scarily enough it was Jordan's coconut dreams shower gel and although JD hadn't exactly been comfortable about using it, it was that, stale sweat or a dark bottle of something he assumed Dr. Cox used, which smelt vile, dark and bitter, almost like coffee beans and made him gag. The girly choice of course had sparked criticism from Dr. Cox, reminding JD of why he wasn't really that comfortable with showering there in the first place. His mind conjured up the image for him…

JD jumped as the bathroom door opened.

"Oh hi Dr. Cox…" He stumbled, feeling incredibly naked, because he was naked, standing in a glass shower.

"Looking for something?" He said as the other riffled through the cabinet.

"No of course not this is just a clever cover so I can check you out Jennifer." He grumbled and strangely enough JD relaxed a little bit. Because yes it was Dr. Cox and he didn't actually have any interest in JD at all, let-alone in checking him out, not that he had anything to be embarrassed about, anyway.

He pulled a bottle of pills from the cupboard, it looked like a bottle of over the counter aspirin and JD figured the other was a little hung-over, not that he'd really stopped drinking.

"You know you probably shouldn't be taking those right now." JD offered, rinsing the suds from his arms.

"And do you know that someone as feminine as you really shouldn't be using such girly smelling products… It just invites all kinds of unwanted attention. Next thing you know you'll be getting dragged into supply closets by random doctors and boy won't they get a surprise… Nothing worse than finding extra parts on the hot doctor you've just fallen for…" He ranted after dry swallowing two pills.

"What?" He snapped as JD snickered.

"You just called me hot." JD half sang, because if Dr. Cox could be all cool and flippant then so could he. He turned to rinse his chest and squeaked as the door opened behind him. JD turned, stumbling back into the corner, arms crossing over his chest.

"And you cover your cleavage… really could you make it any easier…" Perry snorted.

"I wasn't covering anything and what'd you want?" JD snapped pushing hands back down to his sides. They itched to move back up, or down or anywhere as the other looked him over. What annoyed him most was how the other slouched in the door, looking completely comfortable.

"I don't think hot is really appropriate. I've seen better." JD was nonplussed, it didn't shock him, Dr. Cox had seen Jordan naked and Julie. The eyes tracked up and down again.

"Though you'd probably be in the top ten." JD blinked trying to work out what that meant, what Dr. Cox meant by it. The shower door closed followed by the bathroom door… JD still standing trying to figure it out.

"JD… I still got quite a ways to go here so wanna stop stalling and tell me who took you home with them last night." JD watched Carla start work on the last finger stuck down on his right hand… He loved her, really he did. She was what he'd always wanted in a mother, though like most actual mothers and their children those same qualities were also annoying a lot of the time too. Like how she just assumed everything that was his business was her business.

"Just… some girl I met… no one really…" He lied, because it was Dr. Cox's business too and he had no idea how much the other wanted Carla to know. He also doesn't know if he can explain it particularly well either, doesn't even know if he gets what he's doing himself yet.

She looked at him and JD's stomach squirmed because he'd lied to her.

"Well good for you Bambi, glad to see you're not still hung up on Elliot." Carla smiled and pried up another digit.