As I said, here's the next chapter almost straight after the last! Hope you all enjoy it. Love you all so much for reading, and even more if you read AND review.

- Kitty.

Chapter Five - Something Else

JD Pov

"Um… what?" I stammered hesitantly, not taking my fingers away. Surely I'd misheard him?

"I said are you going somewhere?"

I smiled nervously.

"Home."

Dr. Cox shrugged, and turned back to the bottle of scotch. "Suit yourself."

I started to pull the door open, confused, but then stopped and turned fully back to him.

"Do you… want me to stay?"

He bent down and opened a cabinet, taking out a smaller shot glass and walked over to the big, impersonal sofa he had. Heavily placing the scotch, his shot glass and the extra one on the big, glass coffee table, he shrugged.

"There's enough room on this couch for about five people. So knock yourself out."

This was it! This was the invitation I had been waiting for - Dr. Cox was asking me to sit down, to relax, to party in his apartment! Hell, he had even prepared a shot glass for me! Not that I liked scotch… I pulled a face simply from thinking about it, and slowly, cautiously made my way over to the sofa, and sat myself carefully at the other end to him. He leaned over and picked up the scotch bottle by the neck, trickling some into the baby shot glass and slid the glass along to me, pouring another for himself as the same time.

"Cheers!" I said brightly, raising my glass to him and knocking it back. For a few seconds all I could feel was disgust, the taste assaulting my tongue and throat - but that wasn't the worst of it. It hit the pit of my stomach with a vengeance, burning like almost nothing I'd ever tasted before -

"Oh my god, I think Hell has just taken refuge on my tongue," I gasped, flapping my hands desperately in front of my mouth, willing the gusts of cool air to give me some kind of relief. I stood up, the ground lurching beneath me as my mind started yelling at me to drink some cold, cold water - or better yet, bathe in it, because surely my entire body was on fire right now - and bristled as I felt someone's hand on my shoulder. I turned my head slightly and met Dr. Cox's gaze.

In that one second, I remembered how he had treated me this morning and felt drunken anger well up in my chest.

"UNHAND ME, SATANS BIATCH!"

"Satan's biatch," I managed to gasp now, my eyes watering. "How can you drink this stuff?"

Dr. Cox grinned and threw back another one, leaning back and resting his foot on the table. "It takes a real man to drink scotch, Newbie."

"I can drink it," I defensively responded, holding out my shot glass for another. "It just tastes like Satan's urine."

"Glad to know you've experienced that, Newbie," Dr Cox shook his head, looking at the scotch that was rapidly going down. "Are you sure you want another one? I'm not sure I want to give it to someone who won't appreciate it. Especially you, Newbie."

Without waiting for an answer, he poured me quite a large one (it went to the top of the glass anyway) and motioned for me to drink it back in one. He tipped himself a similarly full one and raised the glass again.

"Here's to you, Newbie," - and before I could ask what about me in particular he was dedicating it to, he had flung it back, amber liquid disappearing from the glass and down his throat.

"Just like that, huh?" I said faintly, not knowing how I would force down that much scotch at once. "Maybe I'll just sip it -"

"Goddamn, Newbie, just drink it!"

"No, I don't want -"

"Drink it before I force it down you!"

I decided quickly that I would rather force myself than have him force me - I moved the glass up against my lips and took a deep breath before opening wide and practically throwing the drink and glass into my mouth. The burning liquid found its way down, and soon I was bent over, gasping again, shaking my head violently from side to side. Not only was the alcohol strong in taste, it was also quick in finding its way into my bloodstream - I had to stop drinking it, otherwise soon, I'd get handsy - and here, with Dr. Cox, and here, with me was the last place I needed to get like that.

"Need some water, Gracie?"

I sat up, wishing seconds later that I hadn't; his crotch was directly in front of my face, and in my confused and tipsy (already?!) state I couldn't tear my eyes away. It was there - big, bold, and incredibly inappropriate for me at that moment in time.

"You want to take a photograph?"

My eyes flew up and met his, noting that in his hands was a glass of water - thoughtful­ - and that he was almost definitely kidding despite my impulse to say "why not, let's remember the moment!" - a comment that would most definitely lead to a big case of deadness.

"I'll just…" I mumbled, reaching up for the water. He passed it down to me - and oh shit…

It was a combination of the cold, icy glass pressed into my palm and the warm, dry fingers that brushed against mine as he passed it to me that led to the sharp intake of breath from my end; what with the alcohol, being in Dr. Cox's apartment and now his weird moment of thoughtfulness, my mind was all over the place, and suddenly with this mixture of cold, warm and emotion…

"Newbie. Get up, get undressed and get into bed."

"I bet you say that to all the girls," I mumbled, the fuzziness in my head thumping, carelessly saying the first thing that came to mind. I vaguely acknowledged the surprise in his eyes, and saw his desire to laugh hidden behind them, but he covered it over as quickly as he could have done.

He said something else, but I only caught onto the end of it - "Just… get your clothes off and I'll do the rest."

My mind was getting fuzzier, and I knew that if I wasn't careful, I'd pass out. I let my lips control me again.

"Is that the best you can do?"

WHAT WAS I DOING?! Even in my drunken state, my mind was screaming at me to shut up, to notice that there was a strange glow in his eyes that was most probably warning me against saying anything further. I let myself smile and look at him dead on, knowing that I was playing with fire and most probably getting myself into a lot of trouble.

He told me I needed to go to sleep, so, delighted at such a clever suggestion, I let my head fall to the side, quite happy to fall asleep then and there.

The next few moments were a blur - I felt myself being moved about, heard him muttering to himself. I vaguely felt myself getting colder, until I felt my skin being rubbed with - what was it, sandpaper? - no, just a towel. He was drying me off really roughly, enough that I moaned at him to be gentler, which, after calling me a sissy, he did in fact do. I was starting to feel warm again. Relieved, I felt myself start to drift off again, even as I felt him pull me into a sitting position, until he cursed at me.

"Goddamn Newbie, why is your hair so bloody fluffy?"

My lips separated before I could stop them. "You should see the rest of me."

He stopped drying me, and for a few moments was still. He moved back from me slightly, and at this moment, I chose to open my eyes. He was looking at me, bewildered, confused, all those words, his eyes directly focused on mine. It was then, with that intense gaze, that I started to acknowledge that was happening.

I was half naked. Dr. Cox had his arm wrapped around me, holding me to him as he towel-dried my back. I was half naked and Dr. Cox had his arms around me.

"You…"

Dr. Cox, now sitting back down on the sofa, new bottle of scotch being opened and glass at the ready, didn't bother looking at me as he replied, "I what?"

"You… you didn't…"

He gestured to the beer he had placed in front of me (sweet relief) and leant back on the couch, focusing his attention somewhat on me. Somehow, the TV had been turned on and he was now watching some kind of sport - soon he would forget I was even there.

"I didn't what, Newbie? Get on with it."

I shook my head. Nope, too much to deal with right now. I stood up, swaying slightly (oh god, now the memories were oh-so-clear in my mind) and staggered towards the door. I shoved on my trainers (not noticing that they were on the wrong feet) and fumbled with the latch.

"Going again?" he said, taking a swig of the beer that I had left untouched. I looked at him for a second, confused and slightly dizzy,

"Yeah," I mumbled, pulling open the door. "Gotta get home."

Without looking back, I walked out of the door and shut it quietly behind me. I practically ran down the stairs, two at a time, before throwing myself out of the door. It was only as the cool air hit my skin that I could focus again.

What ELSE am I going to remember?!

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