Title: My New Situation
Summary: Scrubs Crossover Dr. John 'JD' Dorian participates in a 'doctor exchange' and goes to PrincetonPlainsboro to work in the Diagnostics Department.
Pairings: None yet.
Rating: T, later chapters might be higher.
Disclaimer: Don't own, not mine.
AN: A note about the timeline. This takes place after House season two, but before the latest episodes (no jail and police trouble for House). The Scrubs is after season 5, as long as you ignore JD's new girlfriend. So, it is the tiniest bit AU, I guess.

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It seemed my first day here would be a quiet one. No one seemed to be talking at all. Foreman and Chase were doing crosswords, and Cameron was reading a medical journal. I really wanted to ask some questions, but breaking the silence was hard. It really did not look like they were working, but I'd still feel bad if I interrupted anything. By now, they might have even forgotten I was here.

Sitting with them, I feel a bit out of place. I'm the only one not wearing a lab coat. A glance at House shows he is not wearing one, either. Huh. It is strange to be wearing normal clothing. I have not yet seen one pair of scrubs, just lab coats.

Another lab coat walked by and right into House's office. The man stood there for a second before House looked at him. The man was House's opposite; where House was rough and sharp he was soft. Like a baby, I thought. They talked, but I had no clue what about. In my head, they were talking about flowers. House was a oddball florist and the other was buying petunias for his great aunt. House really didn't want to sell them, but the man insisted. I was so deep in my florist shop that I did not see the man make a hand gesture in my direction and walk over.

"So, you guys don't have a case?" The man asked Cameron. The way he asked made me think of a police officer. Or detective. I'm on the case! I'm not sure why detectives always had magnifying glasses in my mind, but mine was quite large.

I had missed what Cameron had said in reply. The man nodded and turned to me. "Hello, I'm Dr. James Wilson, Head of Oncology. I hope House hasn't given you any problems yet." Why did everyone say that? I was beginning to think he might cause trouble or something. That was not reassuring.

"No. He's just a bad florist." Damn. That was out loud.

"…Florist," someone repeated quietly.

Wilson seemed to ignore what I said completely. "Well, Dr…?"

"Dorian. But you can call me JD." Or Gizmo.

"These guys only take on cases that appeal to House, and it might be a while before one comes up. Don't get too bored." Dr. Wilson waved and everyone said goodbye to him.

"He was nice," I remarked when I could not see him anymore.

"He'd have to be, he is House's only friend," Chase cut in.

Foreman looked at me. "Now, what was it you said about florists and House?" I really wish no one had heard that. All the hope I had of making a good first impression was gone. All I could think was, don't mention petunias, don't mention petunias.

Hey, hasn't Cox called me Petunia before?

It was hard keeping track of all of the names.

Dr. Foreman was still waiting for an answer when House came storming in, once again. Really, for someone with a bum leg and cane, he could move silently and quickly. The 'florist House' was quickly being replaced with a 'ninja House' in my mind. If these walls were not glass, you would never know where he would pop up.

"Well girls and new guy," my heart cheered when I was not added to the 'girls' on my first day, "Wilson has so kindly reminded me that we are not working on any cases, so I figured that I'd help the lost little puppy and show him around the clinic." I almost thought he was being nice, but everyone else's reactions told me otherwise.

"You just want to make him do your clinic hours when you nap in another room," Chase scoffed at House.

An expression of something mirroring hurt crossed House's face. It had the strangeness of looking both real and fake at the same time. It didn't seem to fit House, either way. "Why would you say that? I just want to help him get settled," House gestured at me, somehow still managing to keep the hurt puppy look on his face. From everyone else's actions I could tell that he was faking it, but House was an obscenely good actor. If it weren't for the myriad of warnings I had gotten I'd almost believe him. Although, that could just be because of my childlike innocence- other people call it naiveté, but that is rude, really.

"No, I was supposed to work a bit in the clinic anyway. Why not start early?" It's not that I wanted to work, I just wanted to get out of this room. These people not only heard everything I said, they were not ignoring it. I had gotten so used to most of the things I said being shrugged off that being called on it put me out of whack.

As I followed House out his face looked positively gleeful, but that might have just been a trick of the light. Chase glowered and Foreman shot me a look that boarded on condescending before he turned back to his crossword. Cameron just rolled her eyes.

I had to hurry to catch up with House. His limping shuffle was still unbelevibly fast. I could see him as an Olympic grade walker- not that I watched Olympic walking. Not much, anyway. It sometimes got too competitive and controversial. "Without that leg he could rival Pérez.(1)" House just turned he head at this comment, and kept walking.

The clinic was near the front of the building, where I had already passed. It was, like everything else I had seen, clean and new looking. "Dr. House, and…" House barked to the nurse at the clinic desk, before looking over at me. "Dr. House and newbie here signing in.10 o'clock." House hurried into an exam room. I was momentarily shocked by him using one of Cox's favorite nicknames, but I quickly shook it off and politely told the nurse my name and smiled. Never be rude to nurses; that was a rule drilled into very early on by Carla. They were the ones with the real power in a hospital.

When I entered the exam room, House was lying on the table playing a Gameboy.

Huh.

From the repetitive song sounding from the speakers I could tell it was some Mario game, but I could not place which one. If I was forced to guess I would say Super Mario Bros. II, but the Gameboy distorted the sound enough that I was not confidant in my identification. It was then I realized that I should care more about how House seemed fine with shirking work and not abut what game he was playing. My brain just couldn't get that through to me, though.

"Which Mario is that?" I asked, closing the door behind me.

"Super," was the almost grunted reply I got second before I heard the distinctive "Mario just died" music.

"Oh, I could swear it sounded like the second one," House shot me a look as I trailed off. "So… What am I supposed to do?"

"Sit and be quiet, and hope no one comes back here."

"I can do that. I am great at being quiet!" I said cheerily, taking a seat on the stool.

"I doubt that. You are a happy person who cares, a busybody, like Cameron," House said 'cares' like it hurt him, like it was burning. It was then that I realized something that had been tickling around the back of my mind; House reminded me of Cox. Not only was he mean and contemptuous, he seemed to love making fun of the people he worked with. But, there was also something different, something that promised a different type of torture. Cox's anger was powerful but it was… benign. It was a powerful ocean swell that slammed into a breakwater: strong, but something you could defend against. I could see House as being some kind of Cox-Janitor-Kelso mix. This revelation should have concerned me, but something else caught my attention.

The door opened and in came my first patient at Plansboro.

House just scowled.

(1)Jefferson Pérez, an Olympic gold medallist in race walking. Also has the worlds best time for the 20km. I don't know why JD is so informed about race walking, but it is surely not to be the last strange hobby he is knowledgeable of. By the time I am done the list will be long and full of obscure things.

Wow, I finally finished this chapter. I really thought I would be done sooner. I had actually gotten started on this the day after I wrote the first, but then I lost my paper with my plan on it. I had a whole 'House' case plotted and written out, and it is gone. So, instead of getting a case first I now have a nice visit to the clinic. I'm still searching for my notes, so don't worry. They will turn up.
I'm still working on my characterization. The only one I am really confidant about is my JD. My House is giving my mountains of problems.
And yes, I do like ending on a cliffhanger. Or, I just hadn't thought through who the patient will be, but really wanted to get a new chapter up. Pick which excuse you like.