Shifting Feelings

disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs.

Elliot walked into the hospital a little scared. She hadn't realized the full effect of her actions until she had gotten home the night before. She remembered it perfectly

Flashback

Elliot walked into her apartment and sighed. It had been a long day and all she wanted to do was sleep. Also, she definitely wasn't gonna think about that kiss. That mind-numbing kiss. She shook off the feeling of bliss as a fluke. It wasn't like she like the older man. He was rude, self-centered, and completely, well, a butthead. That was all she could come up with.

She walked into the small apartment and sighed looking at the few dirty dishes from the night before. She would wash them... eventually. She stripped down to her skivvies and walked into her bathroom. She turned on the hot water to fill up the bathtub. She gently spread some bath salts around in the hot water before stepping in. It completely relaxed her.

As she lye there in the bathtub she found her mind wandering to the day's events, okay, one event in particular. She could come up with a million reasons as to why she shouldn't have any feeling other than contempt for him, but it was that one reason that betrayed her everytime. He was a great kisser.

End Flashback

Elliot walked up to the nurses' desk and hopped up onto it.

"Carla, I think I have a problem."

She said to her friend. Carla popped up and walked around the counter.

"What's up Elliot?"

She asked while busily filling out some charts and handing them to an intern. She then pointed to a new nurse and beckoned her over.

"You are supposed to be seeing to Mr. Barrison in room 15. Remember?"

She said and the new nurse, who looked a tad frazzled, nodded and headed off dizzily.

"Okay, I'm all yours."

She said and looked up at Elliot while leaning against the desk.

"Well..."

She started.

"Barbie!"

She cringed at the sound of Dr. Cox's voice. But somewhere she could feel her stomach do a tiny somersault and that definitely wasn't a good sign.

"Carla, you really want me to do that for you!"

She said hurridly and jumped off the desk and patted Carla on the shoulder. Carla looked at her confused but Elliot kept smiling at her.

"Didn't you here me Barbie?! I was talking to you."

Dr. Cox said walking up and standing next to the confused Carla.

"Sorry, Dr. Cox. I'm just a little busy."

She said and gave them both a goofy smile.

"Carla needs me to go do something right now. Nice seeing you again."

She said and walked away from the two who both looked very confused. Well Carla looked confused and Dr. cox looked pissed.

Elliot let out a sigh of relief as she turned into the elevator. Now all she had to do was lay low and avoid him until he retired. Then she wouldn't have to worry anymore.

Vision of Possible Future

Elliot walks around the hospital with a cane. Dr. Cox had finally retired at the tender age of 90. Elliot was finally free. She smiled at a young female patient with a bit of envy. Well at least she didn't have to worry about seeing Dr. Cox anymore.

"Elliot, there you are."

Carla's older cracked voice said. She handed her some papers.

"You have a patient."

Carla said. Elliot smiled and took the papers from Carla. Carla smiled at her and walked away slowly. Elliot rubbed her back and walked into the room ready to greet the first patient of the day.

"Hello, Barbie."

Dr. Cox sat there smiling. Elliot looked up to the sky.

"Damn it!"

She said and keeled over dying.

End of Vision of Future

Elliot shook her head and sighed. The doors were closing, she was almost free.

"Oh no you don't."

A voice said and a familiar looking arm blocked the elevator door. Elliot let out a small gasp of air as Dr. Cox slid into the elevator.

"You can't avoid me forever Barbie. Might as well face it now."

He said and hit the close the elevator button.

"Damn it."

Someone exclaimed from the other side of the door.


Ted headed toward the elevator. This time he was convinced. He would take that elevator up to the to floor and then jump. He wouldn't chicken out this time. No way, he was sick of Bob's crap so this time he would end it all. What did he have to live for anyway?

He reached the elevator and grimaced as he saw the door close.

"Damn it!"

He exclaimed and headed back for his office.


"What do I have to face? I mean as far as I'm concerned it didn't happen. Why would I ever want to kiss such and egotistical, self-centered, not to mention rude!..."

She was cut off by Dr. Cox's lips on hers. He pushed her up against the elevator wall as the numbers above them let out a ding. He ran his lips along her jaw and down to her collarbone. She gasped a little as he kissed her neck and went back up to her mouth.


The elevator door opened and J.D. saw the two people standing almost as far as possible from one another. As he raised his hand to wave to Elliot and Dr. Cox they both mummbled something and stepped out. The took one look at each other and walked away quickly in opposite directions.

"What's their deal?"

The Janitor said suddenly standing next to J.D.

"I don't know."

J.D. replied. He didn't add that he intended to find out.