(Chapter 2! Thanks to all who left some nice reviews for the first chapter, and even if you didn't leave one, thanks for at least reading :D This chapter will explain a little better about what the hell is going on; those of you confused by the first chapter will hopefully have everything cleared up. Cheers!)

"JD!"

The first thing Perry noticed when he woke up was that he was not, in fact, in some darkened alleyway, but in his own bed, wearing nothing but his boxers. After his surroundings had checked out, he began to relax, until he heard grumbling from next to him.

"Perry, if I hear you call out that kid's name one more time in your sleep, I will rip your throat out."

Perry blushed angrily. Yeah right, like he called out the kid's name a lot in bed. Jordan was crazy and pretending he was gay so she didn't have to feel guilty about where there relationship was at the moment. Yeah, that made sense. Well, she could shove it. Perry had a good reason for calling JD's name out this time.

His heartbeat was slowly returning to normal, and he swung his legs out from the bed, standing up and walking into the bathroom. He flicked on the light switch, suddenly feeling nervous in the dark. The mirror showed his beleaguered and haggard appearance.

It was only a dream, he thought to himself, gripping the sides of the sink firmly. You're fine. Newbie is fine. It was only a dream.

Who was he kidding; it was a nightmare. The way Newbie was looking at him, as if Perry wasn't trying his hardest to do something, anything, to get them out of that situation. Still, JD's eyes, almost accusatory in their nature, would haunt him for a while. He hoped that he'd be able to look at the kid without needing to avoid eye contact.

When he had fully calmed down, he went back to bed. As he crawled under the covers, he felt an aching in his right shoulder, and the dream sprang fresh into his mind. His eyes widened, and he gave a little gasp of realization.

It was a long time before he fell asleep again.

>>

Perry's arm was still aching when he woke up the next morning. Attributing the pain to having pulled the muscle while thrashing in his sleep, he ignored it and got ready, only stopping to speak to Jordan when absolutely necessary. By the time he was out the door, he'd managed to push the dream into the back of his brain, and drove to work in relative calm, humming happily to the music blasting from his radio. Yes, today was going to be a good day. He knew it.

He arrived at the hospital, and as he was stepping out of his car, spotted JD in the parking lot. There were two options at this point. He could run like a scared little girl to avoid JD and his annoyingly invasive eyes, or he could face up to them here and now. The question was decided when JD walked over, a half-hearted smile on his face.

"Morning, Dr. Cox."

"Morning, Newbie," he found himself replying. That was odd, no biting remark about not being able to deal with his voice this early in the morning? He'd have to make up for that at a later point.

"Uh, Dr. Cox, could I talk to you later about something? It's kinda important…"

"Sure, kid." Whoa, there that was again. What was with him this morning? Was he really THAT affected by a stupid dream?

Apparently, JD had the same idea as him, because his eyebrows were raised and he was giving Perry a look that said, 'who are you and what have you done with Perry Cox?'

"Stop ogling me, Charlene, let's go; we've got work to do," Perry snapped. Yeah, there we go, back to normal.

JD gave a nod and turned, walking into the hospital. Perry stood there for a moment, watching him go. He was so not checking the kid out though. His eyes were not on JD's ass as it disappeared around the corner and into the hospital. That was just plain crazy talk, and the voices in Perry's head really needed to shut up.

As he started to follow the kid, he realized happily that the entire time he'd been talking to JD, he'd kept eye contact, and not looked away or even thought about looking away once.

>>

"Now, Joanne, when you woke up this morning, didja add 'bashing open my kneecap' to your to-do list?"

"Dr. Cox, a pleasure as always."

The curly, long-haired redhead grinned cheekily at the doctor as he entered the exam room. Despite a clotting gash on her right knee, she still seemed to be in good spirits, bouncing a little in her jean-shorts and red tank top as she adjusted her seating on the exam bench. She'd placed a black helmet on the counter, and a skateboard rested on the floor in front of it.

Perry gave a sigh and brushed the side of his nose in annoyance. "So let's see what you tried this time," he announced, flipping open the chart. "Ah, tried to 'shred down the side of the giant ass steps in front of your college.' Really, how do you get the nurses to let you write up your own symptoms chart?"

"I think it's from knowing most of them," she chirped, giving him another smile. "They know by now that I won't tell them what I did unless I get to make it sound totally awesome on the paper."

Perry plopped his coffee cup onto the counter and dropped onto the rolling stool next to him, wheeling over to examine the girl. "If you're all done with injuring yourself for one day, let's take a look at that knee…"

They both looked up when the door swung open. JD leaned against the door jam, a chart clasped under his arm and a sickeningly happy smile on his face. "Dr. Cox, can I ask-"

"Can it Newbie, I'm with a patient," Perry said before he could finish. Newbie seemed to have gotten the idea stuck in his head that Perry would actually continue to act like he had in the parking lot, and Perry intended to change that.

JD frowned, ignoring Perry's blow off and trying again. "But Dr. Cox, I-"

"La-hiss-en here Clarice," Perry growled, snapping a pair of latex gloves on as he talked. "Though I'd love to answer your questions on whether you should go with the panties or the thong for your big date tonight- side note, nice job finally finding a guy who can put up with a gal like yourself- when I'm with a patient, your mouth stays shut. In fact, if anyone but you wants to talk to me, you lose your talking privileges."

Despite the long winded rant, Perry had managed to not only inspect Joanne's knee, but sterilize it and write out an order for her to receive three stitches. In fact, he had not looked up at JD once, instead making hand gestures at the kid.

"Damnit, Perry, would you-"

"Woa-ho-ho!" Perry yelped, yet again interrupting the kid. He crossed his arms and looked up at JD with a glare. "Since when did you get it in your little brain that you're allowed to call me that? I told you, 'the Big Cheese', or nothing. Got it? Now out."

They faced off silently for a moment, Perry's face twisted into bemusement, while JD seemed about ready to strangle him. Perry noted again with some satisfaction that he had no trouble looking JD in the eye. That problem was obviously solved.

Finally, JD threw up his hands and turned, storming out and slamming the door behind him.

"Oooo, Mary's got some attitude today, eh?" Perry said, looking over to gauge Joanne's reaction. He was a little surprised to see the girl staring a little wistfully after his Newbie. Not that he owned JD or anything; it was just annoying when people were paying attention to the kid and not Perry. "See something you like?" he teased as he reached for his coffee.

She turned to him and smiled, sighing slightly. "If he wasn't gay, I'd so tap that."

Perry managed to turn his face away from Joanne before he spit out the sip of coffee he'd taken, choking slightly as his body shook with laughter. "What?" the girl asked, peering at him in confusion. "What'd I say?"

Perry just shook his head and wiped the tears out of his eyes, struggling to stop cracking up. "It shouldn't be so funny for someone to call him gay" he gasped, giving another snort. "I mean, you'd really think it'd happen more often."

"What, he's not?"

"Shelly over there? No," Perry said, wiping coffee off of his chin. "He's been chasing various hospital nurses of the female variety ever since he's been here."

"Oh come on. He's at least bi. No man with that much hair care product can call himself straight." Perry grinned at the comment, mentally agreeing with her. "Plus, I have excellent gaydar, and he was giving off more waves than Rosie O'Donnell!"

Perry shook his head as he cleaned off the blood that had appeared since Joanne had first washed her knee off. "Sorry kiddo, but I've never heard him talk about anything having to do with that particular hobby. Though the Todd does seem to hang around him an awful lot…" What was up with that anyways? Why would anyone hang out with The Todd? He should be hanging out with somebody else. Not Perry of course, but somebody who didn't practically scream 'I'm a sex addicted moron!'

"Just because he doesn't mention it, doesn't mean it's true," she murmured, pulling out a piece of gum. "Hell, maybe he doesn't even realize it yet."

"Sure. Because it's really hard to notice when you get a hard-on for the Queer Eye boys."

"You'd be surprised," she said, chewing on the gum thoughtfully. "I know more people than you'd think who don't realize that they can bat for both teams." She raised her eyebrows pointedly at him.

"Oh no," he said, glaring at her and shaking his head. They were so not going there. The idea was absolutely ludicrous. "Nu uh. Nice try missy. Back to Newbie; don't you think that even if he didn't know, someone would figure it out and point it out to him?"

She rolled her eyes. "Since I've been in here, you've called him a girl, used only girl's names for him, and congratulated him for hooking up with a guy. Unless his parents were crazy enough to actually name him 'Newbie', you've yet to actually call him by his real name... by the way, what is it?"

"John Dorian." Wow; that felt odd coming out of his mouth. He liked the nickname JD better. In fact, JD wasn't half bad of a name to be called. It was interesting, like Perry's name. Not that he'd ever let JD use his first name aloud in a million years.

"Hrm, pretty," she said, smiling slightly. Pretty? She must've obviously been crazy, to think 'John Dorian' sounded better than 'JD.' Of course, she didn't actually know his nickname, so that couldn't be helped.

"Anyway, if you're any indication of how people treat him, I'm guessing that the people who do know just won't admit it to him or to themselves."

"Well," said Perry, looking down at the chart and scribbling a few notes on it, "I'm the last person you want to be talking to about how most people treat Newbie, so no dice, sorry. You're all done here, go on over to the desk and the nurse will send you to get stitched up." He held out the chart for her to take.

She grabbed it from him, then hopped off the table and gathered up her things. "Well, want some advice?" she asked, pausing at the doorway to look at him.

"Not really." The last thing he needed from someone who liked the name 'John Dorian' was advice.

"Tough, you're getting it anyways. That guy is gay. So are you. You both look as sexually starved as beached whales. Plus, I could feel the sexual tension between you two when he came in, and the way you stared after him as he left leaves nothing to the imagination. Hook up." She gave him a wink and sauntered out the door.

Perry stared after her a moment before giving a forced laugh. "Very funny!" he called out, rolling over to the door. "Like I'm attracted to Newbie!"

Wow, how ridiculous could she get? Even if he was gay, Newbie would be the last guy on his list. Hrm, scratch that, second to last. Bob-o is always last in your heart.

People who were out in the hallway turned to stare at Perry as he shouted out the door after his patient. He realized that having only heard the last line of the conversation, they must have been pretty confused at that moment. Well screw them; they could think what they wanted. The point was, he didn't like Newbie, and anybody who said otherwise was a moron, and probably also liked the name John Dorian, which was a stupid name, and didn't sound as good as JD did.

As if to prove that point, he gave anyone brave enough to make eye contact a dirty look before rolling back inside the room, shutting the door behind him.

Yeah, that'd show them.

>>

Perry woke up to find his back pressed against a pane of glass, and realized as he opened his eyes that it was not just a pane of glass, but a large wall of thick glass that he was lying beside.

The second thing he realized that there were, in fact, four of these glass walls, and they were surrounding him, encasing him in a box-like shape that was about six feet wide, ten feet long, and high enough so that when he looked up, all he could see was the top of the glass walls heading up into darkness. It was dark because the only light came from a hanging light bulb that was outside of the box, a few feet away. It spread a small pool of light around the area, but not enough to actually see where the room began and ended. Perry had a feeling that the room was huge, but being encased in a large glass box, he wasn't inclined to try and find out at that moment.

The third thing he realized was that JD was not with him in the box. He was on the outside of it, slumped against the side of the glass with his back to Perry, and not moving.

Perry sat up quickly, wincing as a pain shot through his arm, and crawled across the width of the rectangular box to press against the same wall that JD was against. He noted with anger that JD's hands were bound with a rope, and there was a crusted over scratch on the side of his cheek. "Kid, wake up," he said loudly, whacking his hands against the glass. "Come on, JD!" he shouted this time, smacking his fist right into the glass behind JD's head.

Apparently, that was a good wakeup call, as JD twitched slightly and appeared to wake up. "Wha…" he said, turning his head sideways and spotting Perry. "Dr. Cox? What happened?"

"We were attacked," Perry murmured, sitting back on his heels. "See if you can untie your hands."

Only now did JD seem to realize he was bound, as his eyes popped open in surprise. He twisted his arms, wincing as they went into odd positions, and his eyes darted back and forth across the surfaces in the area, as if he was looking for something to use for cutting. There was nothing to be found, however, and after a few moments he slumped back against the glass again, turning his body until it faced sideways so he could look at Perry.

"Where are we?"

Perry shook his head. "Don't know," he said, slowly getting to his feet. He stretched his body, working away the tension that had accumulated in his muscles, and did a complete 360 turn, trying to see into the blackness. "Wherever we are doesn't matter as much as getting out of here. Can you go and try to find a-"

Perry shut his mouth and stared as a slender, feminine figure stepped forwards into the light. She was clothed in the same black attire that the attackers from before had been, including a ski mask to hide her face. JD turned his head and saw the woman approaching. The way she moved, with a hand on her hip and forceful strides, cut a domineering figure, and Perry heard JD whimper slightly and saw him shrink back against the glass.

Perry, on the other hand, was more worried about getting answers than being affected by her challenging stance. "Who are you?" he asked in a demanding tone. "Where are we? Why are we here? Can you at least untie the kid for me?" His voice grew louder with each question, and he said the last with a hint of scorn mixed in.

The woman simply shook her head and continued walking forwards. "You've got no right to be demanding answers from me," she said, voice harsh and cutting. Perry recognized it instantly.

"Jordan, get us the fuck out of here!" he yelled. "What the hell is this, some kind of sick joke? Untie JD and help me out of this thing!"

The woman stopped directly in front of JD and bend down, squatting before him. "We're going to play a little game," she murmured to him, smiling maniacally at him and running a hand down the side of his cheek. He shuddered at the touch and pulled away, giving another whimper. The woman laughed at this and stood, staring Perry directly in the eye.

"You know why you're here Perry. You know why JD is here, and you know why I'm here. Just put the pieces together."

She bent again, this time grasping JD by the arms and swinging him around to face Perry. She began pulling him, shuffling back slowly and dragging him away from the box. JD thrashed, crying out as Perry saw his arm twist into a painful position. "CUT THIS OUT JORDAN!" Perry roared, slamming his fists against the box. "CUT THIS THE FUCK OUT!" He continued to beat against the glass, watching helplessly as JD was dragged away.

"Dr. Cox, help me, please!" JD's cries drove Perry to slam himself against the glass repeatedly, crying out in rage each time the wall refused to crack. He tried again and again, but it was no use. Defeated, he slumped against the glass, watching JD continue to squirm as the woman dragged him farther away; closer to the edge of the darkness. He was no match for her strength; despite her slim figure, she was obviously quite powerful. "Perry!" he cried this time, tears of fright beginning to fall from his eyes. "Please, do something!" His eyes tore into Perry's soul, wrenching it asunder each time JD moved away a bit more.

"I… I'm sorry kid," Perry murmured, leaning his forehead against the glass and shutting his eyes so he didn't have to watch this happen. JD's cries continued to hit his ears, but slowly they faded away, until there was silence. Perry opened his eyes, and there was no one to be found.

Tired and feeling helpless, Perry slumped down against the glass, slamming a fist into it in frustration. He was beginning to feel light-headed, and swayed in his seat, fighting to keep awake. In the end, his exhaustion overtook him, and he faded once more into blackness.