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Author's Note: So I waited a while in between these chapters for the shock to wear down. I just wanted to take the time to say that from this point on IT'S A SLASH STORY, DON'T LIKE DON'T READ!!! I don't care if I'm going to lose readers over this, I have my reasons behind what I'm doing, and it's my story, not yours. If you want to cut that last chapter and rewrite it your own way, fine, do it, be my guest be my guest be my guest. But I felt that JD in this story needed someone strong to take care of him, and I'm not good at writing strong women (which is weird, being that I am in fact female)

So to all of you who are standing by me til the end, I thank you. To the rest of you, have fun finding new fics. Hopefully they're good.

Chapter 5

A wise man once said, "an awkward morning is better than a dull night."

Well that man has never woken up the next morning next to the new guy from work knowing full well what happened the night before.

And as I stood there, watching him struggle with finding a comfortable position to sit and thanking all things that it was him and not me, I couldn't help but make a very stupid comment.

"So how many drinks?"

"Two," he said rubbing his eyes. I shook my head and stood in silence. "You need a ride?"

"Yeah, probably." I mumbled, he threw a t-shirt at me.

"You probably don't want to walk-of-shame it today," he said in response to my confused look. "You can keep it, it's not mine anyway."

"Nice fit, whose is it?"

Lance gave a small awkward laugh. "My ex-boyfriends."

After an excruciatingly awkward ride to the hospital I was scrubbed up and using my favorite hangover cure. I took deep breathes in and out, ignoring my uneasy hand, blaming it on the night before, not at all my week with nothing illegal racing through my veins.

I stared straight ahead, trying to ignore Lance who had joined me on the couch with the cure attatched to his arm as well.

"Alright, in all honesty I should've told you I was gay before I started pumping drinks into you," he said, breaking the silence. "But you lied to me as well."

"What? How?"

"You didn't tell me you were a sex god, I think my heart stopped somewhere in there." My face turned a few shades of red and I laughed.

"That's the first time I've been called something besides clumsy and quick," I honestly said, immediately wishing I hadn't.

"Well those people obviously have some screws loose," he said. We sat there in silence again and he took a breath.

"This is probably a stupid question, but I was wondering, you can say no if you want...would you like to go out again sometime?"

My mind was screaming "no" but I couldn't say it. Something inside me stopped. Maybe it was how comfortable I was sitting here, maybe it was the fact that the time I had spent with him was the only time I didn't feel like using. Whatever it was stopped me from forming the n and the o.

"Yeah," I said. "Yeah, I think I'd like that."

"As clean as the floors you're standing on," the Janitor said to Elliot, who smiled and hugged him.

"My test is scheduled for this afternoon," she said. "I've got nothing to fear except for my nervous pee habit." The Janitor seemed grossed out for a minute, but shook it off with a laugh. The two continued talking as Carla rounded the corner.

"Have either of you seen Bambi?" She asked.

"You mean Scooter?"

"I mean Bambi," Carla snapped, turning to Elliot. The Janitor shrugged, walking away. "He offered to take Lance out last night, I wanted to make sure everything went all right."

"Last I saw he was hooked to an IV," Carla's eyes widened. "Oh, it's a hangover cure, not at all injured."

"Hmm, must've been a pretty crazy night."

"Lucy," Dr. Cox whistled at me. I rolled my eyes and turned to him. "You're up!"

"What?"

"Mandatory drug test, you're up." My shoulders tensed as I walked past him. He caught me to stop me. "You didn't give it to the cops, did you?" I stayed quiet, which was just as incriminating. "JD, you saw what it can do, you saw what Jace..." he stopped, it was an area neither of us discussed.

"I had a moment of weakness," I semi-confessed. "I'm not addicted, I can stop whenever I want to."

"Tell that to your hand," he snapped, referring to the shaking I couldn't suppress.

"I'm fine," I said, believing it, yet knowing it was a lie. "I can clean it up, it'll be easy."

I shook as they handed me the results, praying that the couple of days I'd been clean were enough. My job depended on it.

I opened the folder they gave me and saw "negative." I cheered, taking off down the halls. I planned to go thank Lance for keeping em out all night, but when I saw him standing there waiting for me I thought differently. Why reveal my weakness now? May as well savor the awkwardness as it way.

Or I could find another way to make it worst, I realized moments to late as I grabbed the back of his head forcing him into a kiss. "I'm clean!!!"

"Congratulations?" He said, confused.

I returned to my senses in time to let him go and hear Carla shouting at me.

"Bambi, Lance!" He looked at me, mouthing Bambi? I rolled my eyes.

"Hey Carla."

"So I take it you two are friends now, that's great!" She said naively. "Thanks for taking him out last night. I would've but my shift didn't end until three in the morning."

"It's no big deal, actually it was fun." I said, trying to hurry her away.

"I've got to agree with Bambi," he said, I glared at him.

"So are you two getting a beer again? Maybe we can all meet there."

"Yeah, sounds great," I said, surprised to find myself slightly disappointed. "See you then Carla."

Carla seemed as though she wasn't ready to leave yet, but she reluctantly turned and walked away. Call it crazy, or call it my chronic hallucinations, but I could've sworn she winked at him.

Must be my imagination...

Carla turned into the hallway and gave Turk a quick kiss. He stared at her with one eyebrow raised.

"Why do I get the feeling that you've been up to something evil?"

Carla smiled. "I have no idea what you're talking about..."

Author's Note: So Chapter 5, reviews please, no flames though.