Title: His Reason
Author: This Is Da Vinci Speaking
Fanfic Of: Scrubs
Rated: T (I'm not good with determining ratings)
Summary: J.D. overhears the Janitor and Elliot having a conversation, and chaos ensues.
Warnings: Slash.
Disclaimer: Oh, if I owned the Janitor…(grins)
Chapter Notes: There might be some AU-ish stuff in here. Nothing big, like Carla's a guy or something.

His Reason

He…he what? J.D. thought slowly as the awkward silence between them grew to an almost intolerable level. Did he just say...what did he just say?!

The Janitor shifted his weight from one foot to the other, his jaw tightly clenched. Then he cleared his throat and said, "But you're still stupid."

J.D. was in a daze at that point. He was still trying to grasp what had just taken place, and he was failing. He looked up at the other man's face, confused. "What?"

"I said you're still stupid."

"No, no," the doctor murmured. "Before that."

That was when the Janitor frowned. "I'm not saying it again, Scooter," he growled, his usual self returning in a manner similar to that of a river that has broken through a dam. "I don't have time to repeat myself."

J.D. watched as the Janitor stormed off, very confused and slightly light-headed. Turk came up to him.

"How'd it go?" he asked.

He's crazy about me, J.D. said in his mind. He's…crazy about me…and I'm not sure I understand it.

But out loud he said, "It went as well as I'd hoped!"

Later that night J.D. found himself sitting on the couch in the apartment he shared with Turk and Carla, absent-mindedly petting Rowdy on the head. He couldn't get those few seconds out of his head….

I torture you because I'm crazy about you.

"What the hell is that supposed to mean?" J.D. asked the empty apartment. He looked hastily at Rowdy. "I mean, I know what it means, but…why does it mean what he means in the way he means it?"

There was a knock at the door that caused the doctor to jump. He moved the stuffed dog aside and went to answer it, thinking Turk had forgotten the keys or something.

When he opened it, he wished he hadn't.

"Sorry to bother you like this," the Janitor said calmly, and just the tone of his voice was so strange to J.D. it sent shivers scaling his spine. "I think we should probably talk about what happened earlier."

Without thinking J.D. said, "What happened earlier?"

I torture you because I'm crazy about you?

"I told you something I've been holding back for…about twenty-seven years."

J.D. took a step back automatically, letting the Janitor inside the apartment without much consideration to what he was doing. "You've only known me for three."

The Janitor looked around. "Who's counting?" He grinned, and J.D. couldn't help it; he grinned a little, too. "Anyway, I figured…since the truth came out…no sense in being uncivil anymore."

Despite his deepest intuition, J.D. tilted his head and asked, "Are you just being nice so I won't use this as blackmail?"

"Use what?"

"The fact that you're gay."

The Janitor frowned. "You're gay, too."

J.D. lowered his head. "Bi," he murmured, shrugging. He looked up again. "So…you really wanna talk about this? Like…human to human?"

"If, you know…you don't mind. I could leave…I could go back to torturing you and we'd forget this ever happened…."

"No," the doctor said softly, smiling a little. "It's fine."

Three hours later the two found themselves laughing their heads off at something J.D. had said, each with a beer in his hand.

"I swear!" J.D. slurred. "That was the greatest 'Simpsons' episode ever!" He laughed a few seconds more, wiping tears from his eyes, and then he exclaimed, "Hey, let's play Truth or Dare!"

The Janitor nodded. "Okay. I'll go first. Truth or dare?"

J.D. appeared to think, rocking back and forth on the couch. "Dare! 'Cuz I'm a daredevil."

"Okay. I dare you to…." The Janitor looked around the apartment, getting ideas. "I dare you to walk in a straight line from here to the fireplace."

"WHOOO!" J.D. cried, getting off the couch and barely making it two steps without falling over. "I'm fine!" He scrambled back onto the couch. "Haha. Truth of dare?"

The Janitor didn't have as many drinks as J.D. had, so he calmly looked at the doctor and chuckled. "Don't you mean truth or dare?"

"That's what I said! Truth and dare!"

"Dare," the other man said, knowing the game might as well be called Dare.

J.D. murmured something incoherent before shaking his head, starting over. "Mmkay," he slurred. "I…dare you to kiss me."

"You don't," a surprisingly sober Janitor said to him, resting his chin on his hand. He was being very uncharacteristic about the whole thing. "You're not thinking straight."

"Not thinking straight," J.D. chortled. "No, no, no. C'mon. You said you're crazy about me. I dare you to kiss me, then." He hiccupped. "Are you backing out on a dare, you big…chicken?"

There was a small quiet as the maintenance man watched the doctor with interest and slight boredom. He had made himself perfectly clear over the years that no one—not even J.D.—would call him a chicken and get away with it, but it was the fact that J.D. was smashed that made the Janitor truly think about this. He was right; he was crazy about him…but was the dare made because of the alcohol or because….

"No," he finally whispered, looking away. "The beers are affecting your thinking…."

J.D. seemed fed up; he threw his empty beer can aside. "Dammit, Janitor," he grunted before launching himself across the couch and pinning him to the cushion. "Kiss me now, or lose this chance forever."

There was something in his eyes that the Janitor would possibly never figure out, but that was what made him make his decision.

Without a second thought, he reached up and brought the doctor's face to meet his.