Scrubs
My Idea Of The Norm
Oh my goodness. Best Ben joke ever in this chapter. Just... the best ever. That's all I have to say about it....
Only one more chapter to go, folks!
And, if anyone's wondering. My Halloween sucked. Ha! How about you guys?
Disclaimer: I'm not Scrubs' keeper.
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Elliot smiled. "Molly!" she yelled as she ran down the hall towards her past-mentor.
"Elliot!" Molly yelled, doing the same.
They tried to hug each other, but it was impossible. Molly Clock was dressed as a Clock.
Instead, they just shook eachother's hands.
"Oh my goodness, Molly, I've missed you so much! You wouldn't believe how much has gone on since you've left! I mean, seriously! There was the-"
"Elliot, calm down. It's okay, you don't have to tell me." Molly smiled at her.
"Bleh," said a voice, coming up behind Molly. "Dr. Acula vants to suck your blood-ah!"
Molly turned around and smiled. JD was dressed in fake-blood spattered Scrubs with a black cape and his hair was up alittle crazier than usual. "Hi, JD!" she said.
JD grinned a 'I'm-so-happy-to-see-you-again-'cause-there's-a-chance-we-can-do-it' grin at her. "Hey, Molly."
"Aw, that's a 'I'm-so-happy-to-see-you-again-'cause-there's-a-chance-we-can-do-it' grin," she said. "And I apreciat the offer, but I really can't..."
JD frowned, looking at the floor. "Okay..."
Molly turned back to Elliot. "So, what are you for Halloween?"
"Oh, I don't dress up for Halloween anymore," she said. "One year, me and my friend went trick-or-treating, and this guy showed us a picture of some lady's bajingo... Then... he showed us he had a bajingo... Three days later, my friend hung himself..."
JD looked at her. "After awhile, did people just begin to realize that you were a suicide magnet?"
Dr. Kevin Casey maneuvered through the children, careful not to touch anyone. He made his way to the buffet line where cafeteria workers stood, scooping Halloween themed foods onto plates. He passed by the kids, cutting to the area where the punch was.
"Uh, hey," he said to the lady pouring the punch.
She looked at him, and shoved a cup out in front of her.
He looked at it. "Actually, can I have that one?" he asked, pointing at a different cup.
She rolled her eyes. "I don't care..."
He began to reach for it, but stopped. "Wait, I think I want that one..." He began to reach for another one. "Nope... that's not it... Uh... Nope. Nope... Say, do you have any napkins?"
Kim hopped into the cafeteria, wearing a kangaroo costume. Sam Perry Gilligan Dorian was strapped to her chest, wearing an outfit of the same. She spotted Carla across the room and hopped her way towards her. "Hi Carla!" she said, when she was close enough.
Carla smiled at her, holding a pumpkin-dressed Izzy in her Scarecrow hands. "Aw, look at you two!" she praised.
"No, look at you! You guys are adorable!"
"Thank you!" Carla said. "Did you see JD's costume?"
Kim rolled her eyes. "Yeah," she said. "Dr. Acula..."
"You know he'd writing a movie?"
"Unfortunately."
Jordan stepped into the party, face painted green, a black witch's hat on her head. "Ugh...." she said. Any children that weren't her own, weren't worth seeing.
She looked at Jack, dress as a pirate, holding a foam sword.
Then she looked at Jennifer Dylan, dressed as a pumpkin, struggling to be comfortable in her stroller.
Now, Jordan looked ahead, spotting Carla and Kim and their children, talking. What was Isabella wearing? A pumpkin costume?! Oh, no, no, no... That did not fly well with Jordan... She was gonna have some problems tonight...
Jordan grabbed one handle of the stroller with one hand, and nudged Jack off to dance with the other, and head towards the costume stealer. "Hey, Carla!" she yelled, as nicely as a witch could as she headed over.
She sat alone in an empty patient's room. She held an old picture of Maxien Lear-Sullivan and Ben Sullivan close to her face. Perry stepped in, quietly, sitting in the bed across from her.
"What's up?" he asked as though he wasn't serious about the question.
Max looked at him, then back to the picture. "You know who my dad looks like?" she asked.
Perry raised an eyebrow. "Lemme guess... Morgan Freeman?"
She laughed. "Brendan Fraser."
Perry stood up, walking to the chair she was sitting in. "Really? Let me see." He took the picture from her hands and stared at it. "Oh my God, you're right!"
Max laughed again and slid the picture back into her pocket.
"Why aren't you at your party?" Perry asked. "You planned the whole thing. Shouldn't you kinda be there?"
"Yeah, probably. I'm on my way."
"You seem sort of... off today. What's the problem?"
Max laughed out loud, then. "Dude, it's totally weird! I've felt like someone's been fallowing me all day!"
"That's weird? Maybe you should be in hiding."
"Shut up..." She stood up, and held Ben Sullivan's camera in front of their faces. "Queso!"
Ben watched them leave the room, and regretted the decision he'd made...
"So, what's up with that Darryl guy?" Perry asked, as the left the room.
"Well.... He has a girlfriend... Had a girlfriend. I guess I'm his girlfriend now." She chuckled.
"So... you stole him?"
"I guess. I think it's something you would do. I saw him, and decided I wanted him. So, I took him."
Perry laughed. "My teachings."
Ben sighed. Okay, so she hadn't actually looked at the picture yet. So, he didn't have to go yet. But he knew he'd have to go very soon. And when he did, he wouldn't see Max ever again.
That was wrong... He'd see her. But, he wouldn't see the pretty teenage girl that resembled him so, so much ever again. He wouldn't see that girl anymore. If he was alive for just four or five more years, he could have seen her alive. They could have met. Can you believe that? They could have met.Dr. Kevin Casey sat at a table that he was able to find, pushed up against a wall. Children around him danced to some song or another that he'd never heard of. He was focused on his drink, holding a handful of napkins next to it. "Wait for it.... Wait for it...."
Bam!
He threw the napkins in his hand down on top of the cup, knocking it over. "Damn!"
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Carla sat Isabella on the floor and let her fall onto her butt. She growled at Jordan.
Jordan held Jennifer in her arms, because she was hardly old enough to hold up her own head. "I'll destroy that costume before the night's over," she said.
"I'd like to see you try," Carla said. "I'll just sit you in a hot room and watch your face pop!"
The Todd appeared suddenly, dressed as a banana in a giant banana hammock. "Cat fight?"
And, the squabble began. Kim smiled, looking slightly afraid and backed away from the arguing women.
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Max and Perry stepped into the cafeteria. Max smiled to see that everyone looked like they were having fun. There were children with IVs and in wheelchairs that even seemed to be enjoying themselves.
She caught a glimpse of Darryl trapped in a group of children, circled around him. He waved and broke free of them, making his way towards her.
But he stopped in his tracks. Max looked alittle confused, but then turned around to find Perry pointing menicingly at the boy and mouthing 'I will kill you.'
For the first time, as far as she could tell, Max felt completely embarrassed. "Perry!" she yelled, frowning. She rolled her eyes at him, walking over to Darryl. "Dude, he's really not as frightening as you think he is."
"He just said he'd kill me!" Darryl yelled.
JD walked by, at the least opportune time and said, "He'll do it too. I saw him smack a rabbit for looking at him the wrong way once..."
Max's lip quirked. "Uh, not helping, Dr. Acula," she said.
JD hissed, holding his cape to his face and walked away, casually.
"Uh, Sherri's here," Darryl said. "Just so you know."
Max smiled for a moment. "Okay."
She knew she'd have to face off with the Anti-Max sooner or later. What difference did it make if it were at school, or at a hospital? And Max had gone through a couple of scenarios in her head of what could happened.
There was a tap on her shoulder then. She hadn't realized she'd gotten lost in her thoughts. She spun around, facing a very looking Anti-Max dressed in a Bumble-Bee costume. Before Max could think of what would happened again, the first scenario that she'd thought of happened.
It hurt when Anti-Max's fist connected with Max's jaw. Max's hand almost instantly reached for her cheek, mouth opened, utterly lost. She stumbled back a few steps, dazed. The music stopped then, and everyone looked at them. It was like a cheesy movie from the nineties...
"Ow," Max finally said.
Anti-Max stood across from her, arms crossed, a triumphant grin on her smug little face.
Max put her hands on her hips. "Y'know," she said. "I was thinking about what I'd do when you did that... I might pull out your hair, or drag you out into the streets... Just whoop that ass. But, I think I'll just... surprise you."
Anti-Max looked confused. Max smiled at her. "I'll just have you play a game I played once."
Anti-Max's face continued to drop in confusion. "Are you some kind of idiot? You're not gonna fight back?"
Max laughed at that like it was the funniest thing she'd ever heard. "Nah. I'm above that."
And the music was back on. The children began to dance again as though nothing had happened.
The Janitor and a couple of orderlies stepped over to Anti-Max. "Ever heard of Jiggly-Ball?" Janitor asked her.
"Whoa!" JD suddenly yelled, standing next to Turk; who was dressed cleverly as a medical doctor, docked out in light blue Scrubs. "That was like Encino Man!" JD continued.
Turk looked at JD. "That movie was made, like, sixteen years ago, dude."
"I know, but it's so dynamite!"