"Showdown Five!" A sudden shout made JD jump.

Then he groaned. The Todd. Of course. The idiot, hyper-sexual surgeon always showed up at the damnedest of times.

Frowning in a pissed-off fashion, Perry growled at the newcomer, "Whadaya want dumbass?"

Todd looked like he was about to say something-- something he had planned no doubt-- when he caught sight of JD. He grinned lecherously. "I'd like to smack dat ass."

Dr. Cox's jaw set and his eyes narrowed. If looks could kill, JD thought while flinching away from Todd's outstretched hand.

The Janitor, sensing his cue, fled like a bat outta hell. But not without an, "I'm watching you, Scooter."

The day just would never be complete anymore without one of those, JD realized. A demon's intuition was extremely acute when it came to certain things.

Todd took a step toward the black-haired demon and Perry bared his teeth.

"Hands. Off."

…JD never really expected the most terrifying growl he had ever heard in his entire life would come from a human.

Todd froze, threw one last cheesy wink at JD, and was off.

Dr. Cox roared after him.

JD just knew that the Todd would be trouble from then on. He didn't want to think about how many heads Dr. Cox would surely rip to pieces. And possibly eat just for the hell of it.

That made him think of Jordan somehow.

Anyway…

It was no secret that the Todd was bisexual. And hyper-sexual. Very, very hyper-sexual. There was no coming-out party, no nothing. Everyone just kind of figured it out on their own.

Carla often called the black-haired demon cute, but it was in a motherly way. And JD knew that there was something special about Dr. Cox; something that made the bigger man actually notice him. He didn't know what it was or why but he knew it existed.

So, he honest-to-God couldn't figure out why the Todd was so interested in him.

…Then again, the Todd was interested in everyone-- in everything, wasn't he?

And what was it just him or did Dr. Cox seem way more touchy about it than he should?

Dan had always liked to say that everyone had their own 'Destined One'-- Dan was a fan of clichés as you can see-- and was sure that they would all find their own eventually somehow, some way. JD never really believed it.

Dr. Cox's attention was once again turned to him and some of the steeliness in his eyes evaporated.

Maybe, JD considered, he should start taking Dan's words a bit more seriously.

The redhead's next words made him smile, "That dumbass didn't disturb you too badly, did he Sandra? I'll rip his balls off if he did." The doctor added as an afterthought, "And I'll feed 'em 'ta Jumpsuit's Squirrel Army, too. Just to make sure. Wait, aren't they all stuffed 'er somethin'? …Shit, I still haven't kicked his ass yet!"

Maybe.

Probably. Said the silence that only JD could hear.

"Baby, I was being a walrus!"

"I don't care, Turk!" Carla hissed, throwing the straws into the trash angrily. "You need to have a talk with your Vanilla Bear, whatever the hell that means."

"Aw, c'mon, baby, whatever JD did, I'm sure he didn't mean any h--" Turk attempted to soothe. It did no good.

"Damn it! I told him I was afraid of shadows and then he turns all shadow-y…" Carla muttered, fuming.

They were in the hospital cafeteria.

A cafeteria that was looking at them as if they were insane.

"Um, baby…"

"I know, dammit, I know."

Frickin' black-haired demon. Frickin' blue eyes that shone too brightly. Frickin' too-pale white skin that seemed tog give off it's own light…

"Blonde Doctor?"

Elliot turned. "Janitor!" She greeted, smiling. "Hey, I was just looking for someone to talk--"

But the Janitor continued as if she never spoke, "Have you seen Scooter? I must exact my revenge."

Elliot's heart dropped into her stomach. She didn't want to talk about him right now. Him, with all his charismatic cuteness and strange ability to turn from innocent to dangerous in a fraction of a second. Him, and the way the simple shift of emotions in his eyes could completely morph his expression…

Him, and Dr. Cox.

"…No, Janitor. Sorry. I haven't seen him all day." She lied. She had actually seen him only about fifteen minutes before.

She was… happy… for those two, Dr. Cox an JD. Really. She even thought their palpable awkwardness was fun to fantasize about. But sometimes she wished she was on the receiving end of JD's glances, his warm smiles reserved for only one person, that she was the one that just seemed to be the missing piece in his puzzle…

But what good would being jealous do? Frick it all, she was not her mother. She was not a home-wrecker. She didn't break two people up that were obviously in love out of spite.

If she truly held any feelings for JD, she'd let him go. Any infatuation, any crush, any whatever-the-hell, she'd let it go and just be there for him as a friend.

"That's too bad. My squirrels were looking forward to seeing him. I was planning on inviting him to sleep over, too. He could stay in my garage. I offered that once, y'know. He said I'd put jam on his face and let the raccoons in. How silly. As if I'd be that predictable."

You know what? She was going to do just that.

"Janitor, would you like to go out sometime?"

Completely caught off-guard, the Janitor gave her a wide-eyed look, and stuttered, "S-s-sure?"

"Great!"

The image of Dr. Cox listing all the different ways he could maul Todd to JD slowly faded away on the ("Enchanted!" Dan cried excitedly, to which Jordan smacked him over the head) mirror's surface.

"I told you!" Dan sing-songed.

Jordan quirked a brow, "I knew the kid was mushy but this is just ridiculous." She looked mildly amused still, however.

Molly Clock tucked the mirror away in her clothing pockets. "All happy now?"

Dan grinned up at her, "Why a'course, Molly m'dear." He leered jokingly, "All endings end happy with you."

"Oh God," Jordan groaned, disgusted at Dan's perverse choice of words.

Molly tilted her head to the side, not getting it.

"Danny," Ben said a bit disapprovingly, "how much of the little power you have left did you use to get that Destined One shit into JD's head?"

"It's not shit! It's the truth!"

"Then find a better term for it, at least."

"Guys." Jordan warned.

Ben shot his sister a wary look, "…Right. Still, Dan, how much did you use?"

"…Just a teensy bit."

Jordan rolled her eyes, "Which is Dan-speak for too damn much."

"I had to make Johnny consider it!" Dan protested, "If you saw your brother's soulmate standing right in front of him, wouldn't you do whatever you could to push them together?"

"No," Jordan said frankly, "because if they were truly meant to be with each other I'd know that the world would find some way somehow to get them together." Her eyes widened and she quickly added, "Not that I believe in that crap."

"Sure ya don't, Jordaroo, sure ya don't." Ben agreed cheerily.

"I don't, damn you." Was Jordan's stiff reply.

"Sure-sure." Dan grinned.

A/N: W00T! It's winter break for me, guys! I have a lotta free time now, so expect me to update more often! Review?