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: This is entirely a fantasy chapter. There might be some of these scattered around…I suppose they're not entirely crucial to the plot and I guess you could ignore them, but whatever. They're more dramatic.
His Reason
"If you had told me two months ago that we would get to this point," the Janitor says sardonically, "I would have told you the obvious."
"Do tell," J.D. manages through the lump in his throat.
"You're stupid."
"This sounds familiar."
"No, listen," the Janitor grunts, turning to face the doctor with something unmistakable in his eyes—a mixture of fear and pain. "You set me up. I told you clearly that I was gonna stop tormenting you. I told you clearly that if we ended up together I would keep my word, and what do you do?"
J.D. sighed. "Look…all I said was that I'm still surprised you have feelings for me."
"As if janitors don't—"
"Would you shut up for a second?!" J.D. yells suddenly, standing and walking away from his couch and approaching the taller man. "You take those comments way too seriously! I meant nothing by what I said! You tell me you'd stop tormenting me and yet you're still on about the whole 'poor me, the janitor' thing!"
Janitor clenches his fists. "Do you even understand why—?"
"You're not poor! You said so yourself; you make more money than I do! How could you possibly be—?"
"How the hell am I supposed to know any time you make those comments that you don't actually mean it?!"
This causes J.D. to stop, his hand still in the air as if he had continued berating the Janitor. He opens his mouth and then closes it again, feeling like a frustrated fish. He drops his hands and gives off an incredulous look. "What?!"
The scary part starts when a brief, rare vulnerable expression flashes over the Janitor's face.
I torture you because I'm crazy about you.
J.D. doesn't hear this thought, but his face melts into one of concern. "You were defending yourself."
"Every time!" the Janitor goes off. "I really thought you put a goddamn penny in the door. And yet still, after all the time I thought you were tormenting me, I managed to fall pretty hard for you."
The doctor seems calmer now. "See? That's all you had to say. I'm so sorry…I really am. I had no idea. But everything's better now, see?"
When the Janitor shook his head, it was like time slammed the brakes with excruciating force.
"I can't, J.D.," he whispered. "I'm sorry."
J.D. and the Janitor stood stock-still, staring at each other.
Nothing seemed fair anymore.