Scrubs

My Idea Of The Norm

My Occurrence II

Soooo, keybladeboy definitely deserves a nice thank you. He doesn't consistently review, but I do believe he's started reading all of my Scrubs stories! So, thanks to that guy! And, still Mew-Erenaa for making me smile with nice reviews.

This chapter is suppose to be like the one you're thinking of.

Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs. I don't even own a pair of Scrubs.

Standing and listening to two grown men talk about Pokemon was way more fun than Max ever though it would be. She adjusted the backpack on her back and the medium tote bag on her shoulder. The tote was empty. She had it for someone.

"Bulbasaur!"

"Charmander!"

"Bulbasaur!"

"Charmander!"

JD rolled his eyes. "Now, Turk, what would make Charmander the best Pokemon? C'mon! He's an arsonist!"

"Well, he can burn Bulbasaur's green, grassy ass right up! So, take that!" Turk flicked JD's forehead.

Max couldn't help but smile at them. This was actually something like having friends her age!

"Not if Bulbasaur ties him up with his vines first! Charmander would never win!"

"Dude, grass Pokemon are vulnerable to fire! That's all I'm sayin'! That's it!"

JD crossed his arms, and the two looked over at Max. "What do you think?!" they asked, at the same time.

"Oh, um. I thought you guys forgot that I was here." She laughed, rubbing her neck.

"Agree with me, Max! Aren't I right?" JD asked.

Max grinned. "One word," she said, "Pikachu."

Turk and JD opened their mouths to speak, but stopped. "Of course!" they both yelled.

"Frick!"

"Great!" Max yelled, spinning around to see Elliot, rushing down the hall.

Elliot ran right past the three, screaming for -yet again- more lost charts. Max ran after her, her boots stomping against the floor, loudly. "Elliot! Wait up!"

Elliot turned around, looking at Max, but not breaking her run. "Yeah?" she asked, breathlessly.

Max slid the big tote bag off of her shoulder and held it out to Elliot.

Elliot stopped, taking the tan bag from her hands. "Um, what's this for, Lil' Ben?"

Max blinked at her nickname, but shrugged it off. "Well, you're always losing your charts, for some reason. And I had this bag. But, I don't, like, really use it, so I thought that you could put all your charts in them, so you won't lose them anymore."

Elliot stared at her, wide-eyed. "Aaaaaawwwww," she said, tilting her head slowly to the side.

Max took a picture of her. "Queso," she said, grinning, big.

"Thank you, Max!"

"No problem, friend," she said, walking down the hall.

"You know what's weird...?" Perry asked Jordan, as he left a patient's room.

"That time you cut your head and looked like an alien?" she asked, walking down the halls, towards Coffee Bucks.

Perry gave her a look. "So not what this conversation is about!" He rolled his eyes. "I woke up this morning and there were cookies all over the kitchen."

Jordan looked at him. "Cookies? Like, store bought?"

Perry shook his head. "Like homemade. There was flower all over the floor and everything."

"You think Max had something to do with it?" Jordan asked, crossing her arms over her chest.

Perry laughed, sarcastically. "Now, what would make you think that?" He pointed towards the Coffee Bucks entrance.

"Yo!" Max was just leaving, a container filled with chocolate chip cookies in one hand, and an energy drink in the other. She held out the tin towards the two adults. "Cookie?"

Jordan blinked. "You clean the kitchen as soon as you get home, young lady," she snapped, pointing at her.

"Can-do," Max said, walking off.

Perry rolled his eyes again, stepping into the Coffee Bucks. Everyone inside was enjoying a cookie, moaning with delight.

"Oh my goodness..." Turk mumbled.

Carla sighed, leaning against Turk. "This is the best thing I've ever eaten..."

"I wish I could have more..." JD said. "It's like sex in circular form."

Perry shook his head. "Doesn't anyone around here actually work!?""Hey! Little girl that takes the pictures!"

Max, holding her camera and looking at the small screen, spun around to face the Janitor. "Sup, Boss?" she asked.

"I really enjoy that 'Boss' thing..." he mumbled. He looked at an orderly, more than likely helping him with something he had planned up. "Why don't you call me Boss?"

The orderly shrugged. "I don't know," he said.

"You're fired." The orderly frowned, walking away sadly.

"Wait!" Janitor yelled. They stopped, spinning around. "Don't you still have my stuffed cat that I cut the pocket in so it could hold skittles?"

The orderly nodded. Janitor scratched his chin. "You're hired again..."

The orderly smiled and Max snapped a picture of the two.

"Anyway, Picture girl," Janitor said, turning towards Max again. "I need your help. Can you juggle?"

"Sort of," Max said, flipping through her pictures.

"Can you juggle knifes?"

Dr. Cox's pager beeped 'Rich Girl' by Gwen Stefania. "Crap, how'd Newbie get my pager?" he mumbled, unsnapping it from his belt.

He read the words as they scrolled past the screen. "Jesus Christ..." he mumbled.

Jordan looked at him. "What is it?"

"I gotta go." Perry stood up and ran, off, leaving Jordan sitting in the lunch room alone.

Max hissed in a breath. "Ouch. Pain."

Perry examined her hand, flipping it over. "Yeah, well, there's a knife through your hand. What do you expect?" He rolled his eyes. "What were you doing with a knife in a hospital anyways?"

"Entertaining the kids in pediatrics," Max shrugged.

Perry shook his head. "I see we're gonna have to baby-proof the kitchen again... Anyway, the pain should stop in a minute."

"Morphine's great, huh?" Max asked, smiling.

Perry looked over to the corner, where JD sat in a fetal position, his eyes squeezed shut. "How ya' doing, Sherri?"

"Muma flah..." JD mumbled, rocking his head back and forth.

"Great. Let's get you to a hand surgeon."

"You fainted again?"Carla laughed, whipping tears from her eyes.

"No I did not faint!" JD tried to clarify. "I just got really really woozy... And besides, she ran up to me screaming 'JD, there's a knife in my hand! A knife in my hand!' What was I supposed to do? Be calm?"

"Well, yeah, you were. You're a doctor."

Click!

"Holy crap! Don't do that, Max!"

Max grinned. "Sorry," she said, leaning over the Commons counter. She lifted her hand, wrapped in a bandage. "Lookie! All better!"

JD nodded, wozily. "Yeah... It's a... beautiful... muma flah..."

Carla chuckled. "Nice JD..." She looked at Max. "Has anyone ever told you you're just like your father?"

Max half smiled. "Yes." She nodded.

Through the window, behind Carla, Jordan appeared. "I hear we're gonna have to baby proof the kitchen again," she said.

"Yes ma'am," Max said, grinning.

Jordan rolled her eyes, walking away. "Just clumsy..."

"Darn my height." Max stared up at the top of the shelf. The most beautiful camera she'd ever seen was sitting right there, next to a small cardboard box.

"Ma-ax!" Jack yelled, leaning backwards over the couch. "Ma-ax! Maaaaaaa-aaax!"

"What?" she asked, eyes stuck to the camera.

"Will you bake more cookies, Max?"

"Not unless I have another nightmare, buddy..." She stared up, thinking of a way to get the item.

"Why do you only bake cookies when you have bad dreams?" he asked, flipping over the back of the couch.

Max shrugged. "I don't know. It helps, I guess. I write them down too. But, the cookies are probably cooler to you."

It grew quiet and Max decided she was going to climb Mt. Shelf. She planted her feet on the counter in front of it and pulled herself up.

"Max?"

"Yeah, Little Buddy?"

"Are you my sister?"

Max frowned, grabbing the camera and jumping down. "No, Little Buddy," she said, circling around the couch and sitting down.

She flipped the camera over in her hands. It was so old... And... "Radical!" Max yelled, lifting it to her face.

The front door swung open, and Perry walked in. He stopped at the door. "Where'd you get that?" he asked.

Max, still looking at the camera, pointed towards the shelf. "Up there," she said, taking a picture. "Awesome! It's a polaroid!" The picture slid out, and she pulled off the plastic along the front. "Look it! You look maaad..."

"I am mad, stupid! Give me that!" Perry stalked over to her and snatched the camera from her.

"Whoa. We're moody today..."

Perry rolled his eyes, taking the camera and placing to back on the shelf. His hands stuck slightly to it as he pulled them away. He looked down at them. "What is this?" he asked himself.

"What's what?" Max asked, leaning over the couch like Jack had.

His hands had a red, sticky substance on them. "Blood..." he muttered. He looked at Max. "Let me see your hand." Perry took hold of it, flipping it towards himself. It was still bleeding, the crimson liquid seeping through the gauze.

"C'mon. We gotta go back to the hospital..."