Note-In case your confused, in my version, the private practise doctors (the Capulets) are feuding with the medical practitioners (the Montagues). Also in this story, the private practise doctors and the medical practitioners do not know each other, so JD and Carla don't know Elliot etc. Turk and Carla are still a couple.

"Hey Carla…" I sighed to my friend.

"What's up, Bambi?" my friend asked, hearing the sorrowful note in my voice.

"It's Nurse Rosaline" I explained. "I've been flirting with her for like, a month now, and she doesn't do or say anything! Carla, you're a woman, any advice?"

"Give her up" Carla said, as she filed away a chart. "She's not good enough for you. And anyway, she's working for Dr Reid's private practise"

"What? Another one? Damn…" I turned to walk away.

"Bambi…" Carla called, and I turned around again. She had a malicious twinkle in her eye. "If you like I can spread a rumour that she's sleeping with that married androgynous oncologist!"

"Nah, it's alright…" I muttered. Suddenly I heard a panting noise, and turned around to see Doug running frantically around the corridor, his face white. He was carrying a pile of slips of paper.

"Doug, my man!" I called out. He came up to us. "What's up, dude? You look…nauseous"

"Yeah!" Doug stuttered. "Dr Reid asked me to send round these invites to his daughter's birthday party. Thing is, his daughter wrote them all fancy, I dunno why, something about calligraphy camp, and I can't read calligraphy, and my shift starts in five minutes!"

"Let me do them, Doug"

"But…Dr Reid'll fire me if he finds out someone not from his private practise is doing these! No offence, JD"

"Doug, don't worry! Why would I want to go to a Reid party anyway? I don't even know who his daughter is! I'll be fine"

Doug reluctantly handed the invites to me, and ran off down to the morgue.

"Hey…Rosaline's name is on this list…" I observed. I looked at Carla. She grinned.

"Let's go!"

"What?"

"If Rosaline's there. You'll be able to forget her when you see the millions of other beautiful women in this hospital!"

"But…"

"It's fancy dress, so no one will recognise you! Come on, you can swap your shift, can't you?"

"Can I go as Dr Acula…?"

Carla sighed. "Fine!"

"Alright, I'll go"

"Great! It's at the cafeteria just after work!"

"See you later, Carla!"

By the time the evening came and our shifts were over, the cafeteria was packed with huge birthday banners, and what had to be the biggest, fanciest cake I had ever seen. There were loads of people, all in costume. I sneaked in with Carla and Turk. I was my Dr Acula outfit, Carla had donned a cat suit, and Turk was dressed as Ghandi.

"Dude…look at the cake…" Turk whispered to me.

"You're diabetic!"

"I know, but…oh god that looks good…"

I suddenly caught a flash of blonde hair out of the corner of my eye.

"There's Rosaline!" I grinned, and ran off, ignoring Carla's protests that this wasn't what we came to do. I strode through the crowd of people, trying to find the gorgeous nurse. And then I stopped dead.

The blonde hair didn't belong to Nurse Rosaline after all. It was another girl, with long blonde waves of hair. She was dressed as an angel. And she was breathtakingly beautiful. She was dancing with a brown haired intern. It was Keith Dudemeister. He'd used to be one of my interns before he switched to private practice. Slimy little jerk…

Then the blonde girl stopped dancing with him, and I decided to take my chance. I sidled up to her, and started to dance.

"Hey" she smiled.

"Hey" I grinned back, my heart doing a double take.

"Who's all this under all the make up?" she grinned.

"My name's JD. You?"

"Elliot. I love your costume, its frickin' awesome!"

I growled in what I hoped was a vampireish way. Elliot giggled.

Suddenly the music in the background changed to a slow, crooning song, and people around us began to slow dance. Elliot sighed, and rolled her eyes.

"Could this get any cheesier?"

"Doubt it. Shall we…?"

She slid her arms around my neck, and we danced. And when the song was over, I bent down and kissed her on the lips. And surprisingly, she kissed back. But then we were interrupted by a large, black woman.

"Elliot, honey, your father wants to talk to you"

Elliot smiled apologetically, and ran off.

"Excuse me!" I said, tapping the woman on the back. She turned, and I realised it was Nurse Roberts, a private practise nurse. My heart thumped before I realised that she didn't know who I was.

"What is it, Dracula?"

"What's her name?"

"What? You come to this party and don't know who she is? That's Elliot Reid, sugar!"

Reid. Reid. Reid.

An opera singer stands behind JD. "Just say it…" JD mutters. "Mistaaaaaaaaake!" the singer sings.

I'd fallen in love with Elliot Reid. Daughter of Dr Reid, owner of the private practise we were against. A private practise girl. A Reid. I slowly made my way back towards Turk and Carla.

"You were right! I have met someone else…" I started sadly, but I was interrupted by Turk.

"Dude, you're such an idiot! Dr Cox saw you!"

"What…?"

"Dr Cox saw you! We've gotta get out of here, or he'll tell Dr Reid and he'll find some way to fire us!"

"But…"

"Come on, Bambi!"

Carla grabbed my arm and began to pull me towards the exit. I looked back, and saw Elliot talking to her father.

We ran out of the cafeteria, and back to the almost deserted nurse's desk. We finally stopped, and I leant on the desk, panting.

"That was close…" Carla muttered. Turk pulled her close, and kissed her head.

"I gotta go…" I muttered.

Back in the party, Elliot was talking to Laverne.

"Nurse…who was that guy dressed in a vampire outfit? You know, that I was dancing with?" she missed out the kissing part.

"Dr John Dorian. And you better stay away from him, sweetie. He's a medical practitioner!"

"What? Holy frick…"

"This is better than my stories!" Laverne grinned gleefully, and walked off into the crowd, leaving Elliot behind.