I read this over again and had a tiny spark of inspiration so. . . I'm continuing with this again after all! I hope you all enjoy the rest for however long it takes. Didn't realize the potential of it. . .
On a side note, I didn't know about Dr. Kelso's son or Elliot's brother because I've only seen the first season on DVD and the middle to end of the latest season. As you can see, I've missed quite a bit but plan to find a way to catch up.
Enough with the chattering, I've now added this to the list of the other 5 stories I have to complete. Oh, joy. I have no idea if nurses have beepers, but for the sake of the story, let's pretend they do, okay?
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What am I doing? I hardly know the guy. . . and why did I lie to Carla?
J.D. didn't understand why he didn't just leave Michael to mope in the lounge and carry on with work. Something had stung him like the year at camp when he got stung by millions of bees.
J.D. had seen people get made fun of all the time. Hey, he even did it. So why, then, did this one bother him so much?
Last chance. . . The lounge door is right here. . . I can turn back. . . right. . . now. . . COME ON FEET TURN!
Today, J.D.'s feet decided to have minds of their own and continued to carry him to the lounge door. His hands seemed to have their own mind as well and clutched the handle. J.D. slammed the door open rather forcefully and scanned the room. God forbid anybody would see him. . .
Michael was seated forlornly in a corner chair staring out the window. As J.D. neared the man he could see lines of tears fading down his cheeks and a pile of tissues laying on the floor.
J.D.'s mouth made an attempt to move and spout words, but instead looked like a fish breathing in a bowl of water. Michael didn't notice J.D. standing there and hiccupped.
"Um. . . ahem." J.D. spat out and saw Michael jump slightly. He uncoiled himself and spread his fingers out. He turned his head slowly and stared his blue eyes, still watery, up at J.D. . J.D. swore he felt his heart skip a beat.
"What is it you want doctor?" Michael asked painfully slow and quiet that J.D. winced.
"I. . . um. . . well. . ." J.D. had never felt so stupid.
I can talk to women all I want. I can talk this way to Turk. Why can't I talk to him? Darn you, human emotions!
"Yes?" Michael pressured and knew what J.D. wanted to say (or at least he hoped he did) but didn't want to answer for him.
"I. . . uh. . . sorry I didn't say anything to those guys for you." J.D. shrugged at the end to show how he was trying to be a man although his insides were a tangled mess and his brain had turned into Cream of Wheat.
"Oh. That's okay. I get to emotional sometimes. I've heard worse, believe me." Michael tried to joke. J.D. just looked up from staring at the floor, his eyes wide.
What could be worse than being told that you'd be going to hell?
J.D. tried to use what was left of his Cream of Wheat brain to think of worse things but came up blank. He felt wet rolling down his face. He figured it was sweat. Either that or his brain was dribbling out of his ears.
-- fantasy – Michael is holding a bowl up to J.D.'s ear as the Cream of Wheat falls out. Michael pours maple syrup into the bowl and pulls out a spoon. "Nice brain's J.D." - - end fantasy - -
"What could be worse than what they said?" J.D. finally asked. Michael hesitated as if he was pondering if J.D. could take it. He finally motioned for J.D. to step closer. It was J.D.'s turn to hesitate.
"Do you want to know or not?" Michael grabbed J.D.'s arm and pulled his mouth up to J.D.'s ear. J.D.'s spin fell to pieces.
What's wrong with me?
Michael whispered something into J.D.'s ear and it took J.D. a minute for the words to register. They finally did and he stepped back shocked as he wondered how people would be allowed to say something like that to another person.
The two of them stood there, not exactly staring at each other at the same time. Before the silence got unbearable, a raging river of doctors poured into the lounge, causing a waterfall of worlds to collide on the rocks J.D. and Michael were silently building between each other.
They're beepers went off at the same time, the two tune mixing together to form a strange reaction as both men tried to look for the source of the noise plaguing their staring contest. Through the waterfall of conversations, they realized that it was their beepers making the noises.
They both laughed friendly at each other and Michael let J.D. exit first as they swam against the current of doctors. J.D. thought about walking backwards to give the appearance of going with the flow but found this idea to be impossible and continued the way he was going.
Once outside the lounge doors, it was slightly quieter, the constant shouting of patient's and doctors more reasonable to form a conversation around.
Say something, you idiot. Come on. . . it's not like your standing at the front door after a date and you don't know whether to kiss or not. . .
J.D. cleared his throat nervously, having no idea Michael was thinking basically the same thing. Their beeper's mingled again, the tunes making a horrible jumble of dings and beats. J.D. was the first to look at his beeper and sighed to see it was Dr. Cox looking for him.
Michael turned to his and sighed, wondering what Dr. Cox wanted now. They both headed off in the same direction.
"Why are you following me?" J.D. heard himself blurt out. He looked cautiously up at Michael, but relaxed to see him smile.
"How do I know you're not following me?"
I guess he isn't so bad. . .
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After Dr. Cox reprimanded both men for being slow and gave them their patient he left the room in a huff. Michael didn't have to stay long and finished gathering a test for J.D. who immediately had slipped into professional mode.
Completing the evaluation of the patient, a middle aged, dark haired female with a bladder infection, J.D. finally found his chance to talk to Elliot. She was signing off a chart and handing it to no one other than Carla.
"Hey, Bambi." Carla quickly greeted before wandering off to tend to a patient some doctor left sitting carelessly in the hallway. J.D. leaned on the nurse's station counter and smiled at Elliot, who smiled back.
"What?"
"Oh, nothing. Do you know Michael Williams?" J.D. got right to the point. Elliot put the open pen to her lips and J.D. tried to stop her, but it was too late. The ink ran into the creases of her bottom lip and stained some of it blue.
"Oh! Michael! The blonde nurse who's always staring at your ass! Yeah, I know him."
"Always?" J.D. spluttered, something he was known to do only on certain occasions. Elliot wiped the spit from her cheeks and chin before continuing.
"You're seriously telling me you never noticed he always stares at you? God, you're blind." Elliot walked off, not giving J.D. anytime to react.
Always? How long is always? Has he always been there, watching me? –fantasy—J.D. is walking home and Michael, all dressed in black is following him with a camera. –end fantasy—
J.D. shuddered and erased that fantasy, which really wasn't a fantasy at all, but a spark of paranoia. Michael appeared from nowhere again and startled J.D. by laying a slender hand on his shoulder.
"Sorry." Michael apologized.
"That's. . ." don't say "okey dokey". . . don't say "okey dokey. . ." ". . . okey dokey!"
Damn!
J.D. stamped his foot. Why did he never listen to himself? Michael just laughed which provided with some, but little, comfort.
"I was just wondering if maybe you wanted to join me for a drink when you shift ends." Michael looked incredibly uncomfortable asking and J.D. was about to think of an excuse when flashes of how disappointed and lonely Michael looked when J.D. first walked into the lounge and how miserable Michael looked when he ran away after Todd and the other doctors made fun of him.
"I. . . well. . ." J.D. stumbled on the right way to say yes without sounding like it was a date. Michael took the pause the wrong way though and lowered his hand from J.D.'s shoulder. His shoulders in turn slumped down and J.D. swore he saw Michael's lip quiver as he convinced himself not to cry.
"I understand. You probably don't want to be seen with me. I understand straight men and their reputations. . ." Michael went to turn around and walk away when J.D. finally realized what happened and stopped Michael.
"Wait! I. . . um. . ." J.D. tried again.
Speak! Come on brain, make my mouth work. Come on. . . would you do it for a Scooby Snack?
"You really don't have to reject the offer like this." Michael stayed where he stood anyway.
"Yes, I'll go with you." J.D. pulled the string of words off his tongue and sighed that the words no longer choked his throat. Michael immediately brightened up.
"Really? Great! Let me know when your shift's through. I'll wait for you, okay?" Michael ran off, with a hint of a skip in there somewhere, to do his work.
J.D. stood by the nurse's station, letting his mouth move up and down like a fishes again.
What have I gotten myself into now. . .?
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I know that chapter was kind of slow, but I'm trying to lead up to the good part which involves drunkenness and a very unannounced and sloppy kiss. O.o