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Disclaimer: Perry would like to remind everyone that Emo Barbie, in no ways own Scrubs, never has and never will. Just like how rainbows will never produce gold, pony's will never fly, and neither will pigs or a fat man fall down that invisible chimney you thinks in your wall carrying a ninth demension bag that holds billions of little children's toys inside. Sorry Newbie, it just ain't possible.

JD: Ah man...

Reviews and dedications:

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Joanna Helper:

Thanks ^_^ Everyone's always telling me that I need to work on my grammar but no one ever tell's me what GRAMMAR! So now I'm aware and can actually go back to make sure I have my your and you're right ^_^ that was a big help, plus I shortened the author note, and shall be more aware on how much I write.

(These types of reviews are always helpful! ^^)

New Edit: It's now 2014. And I detest my old writer self. Please forgive most of stuff like "REVIEWS FOR NEXT CHAPTER" you used to see in these horrid authors notes. Much of that stuff should have never been there. Hopefully though, you're here for the stories I produce and not me myself, so you should pay my old and current self no mind.

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Compliment 96

That was not funny. Not funny in the least bit. In fact, it was horrifying. Humiliating, disturbing, disgraceful, agonizing, insane, flagrant, scurrilous, tortuous, and all the other words the J.D could think of to describe this moment in his vast, but in most ways still small vocabulary. (That he could pretty much all thank to the thesaurus that he still carried around in his pack back to make himself sound smarter then the other doctors).

But out of all the words he could think of, funny, was not one of them.

"Wow, J.D, you look..." Elliot placed a hand over her mouth to try and suppress her giggle. "Hot." She finally managed to choke out.

Kelso glanced up from across the nurse's station, returning his attention back towards his chart before doing a double take. The man blinked as he set his chart down on the counter, glancing around a moment. "This place is becoming more and more like a visit to my son's..." And with that he curtly turned and walked away.

Turk drew himself away from the coffee maker, his coffee only half prepared, but he stopped to fully take in his best friend, looking him up and down. "V-Bear...ya know..." For some reason the words he was looking for just wouldn't pass his lips and instead Turk found himself staring, mouth agape, bewildered by his best friend's attire.

"Hey, have you guys seen Catherine around?" Dr Cox made his way over towards the nurse's station, his face buried in a chart as he addressed the pack, before finally flipping it close. However, the moment the older doctor's eyes fell onto his Newbie, he came to a complete halt in mid-step. "Or should I say, Nurse Catherine..." He cocked an eyebrow at what he saw. "By God, Newbie, what in the world are you wearing?" His eyes trailed the nurse's outfit that the man was wearing, but this wasn't just any outfit. No, it was one of those outfits, the one's you'd see a porn star wearing in one of the horribly cliche porno's so many lonely suckers watched in the dead of night. One of those white, short skirt and tight belly shirt outfits. The kid was even wearing a pair of white high-heels with small red crosses, the same red cross that was stitched across the shirt and the small nurse's cap that was placed just askew on top of J.D's head.

"You know that it you really wanted to become a girl, there are far more better ways of going about it, then stalking around the hospital in one of those things. I mean, really, if you're gonna wear it at least get some boobs to fill that flat chest of yours, Britney."

"It wasn't me! I swear!" J.D waved his hands to try and dismiss any ideas the others were starting to get. "It was that stupid janitor! He ambushed me! Dressed me up and stole my clothes!" No one really wanted to dwell on the idea of the Janitor "dressing" up the younger male, and it was pretty obvious by the flash of disgust the fluttered over the groups expression.

J.D placed both hands onto his hips as he turned a glare onto Dr Cox, but the man was far more intrigued by the accessories of this outfit. The doctor's chart, one in which was obviously not a sacred heart chart, was resting firmly between thigh and wrist, pressed up against the man's side. There was even a stethoscope around J.D's neck, and by the looks it of, this was most likely the only thing the other was wearing that actually belonged to him. "And I'm not flat chest! Thank you. I work out, and have quite a pack starting to show. Thank you very much."

"Really?" Dr Cox raised an eyebrow. "Cause I'm pretty sure I don't see a hunt of muscle, and that shirt's a pretty tight fit there."

J.D's face turned a soft pink. "W-well, I do!" He shook his head as he stuck out his bottom lip, something that wasn't helping at all with the fact that he was trying to act masculine at that moment. "And I would like to say that-" J.D had raised a finger towards Dr Cox, but before he was able to actually finish his sentence there was a loud whistle and a hard slap. J.D all but jumped out of his skin, his hands moving to cover his ass as Todd strolled by giving him a wink.

"Nice look there, J-Dog." The Todd clicked both fingers as he passed by, turning towards Dr Cox and raising his hand. "Sexy five!"

If looks could kill. Dr Cox started at the hand before him like it were some kind of demon...no, more like if it were Jordan suddenly demanding him to give up scotch, or worse asking to get back together. "No." He stated making sure to make his point clear by emphasizing the word.

The Todd turned and glanced around, holding it hand up towards Turk in hopes of retribution, however he only got the same cold glare from him as well. Eventually the man pouted, slouching a bit as he turned and continued down the hall, every now and then stopping a doctor in hopes of receiving his much needed five.

"And I-" J.D finally broke the silence as they all brought there attention back to him, but he was suddenly interrupted once more, this time as he was being hauled off away from the group. He blinked, turning down to find a large hand gripping his forearm. "Ow!" He tried to pull away but Dr Cox only tightened his hold. "Hey, where are we going?" He eventually asked, his eyes darting around for an escape route, though he had finally given up on trying to pull free. He was certain the grip had tightened so much now that his arm was losing circulation.

"We're getting you changed."

"Oh thank god!" J.D let out a relieved sigh, at least he wasn't being dragged off to be paraded around the hospital in this, which is something...he actually saw Dr Cox doing, solely for the humiliation he would suffer from it. From the way no one would take him seriously as a doctor after that. However his relief was short lived as he realized that Dr Cox was grinning at him. "What?" He asked meekly.

Maybe there was parading after all.

"You know, you would make a great nurse." Dr Cox gave him a wink, before shoving the boy into the locker room and walking off.

He stood there dumbfounded for a moment before quickly retreating back out into the hall. "HEY! THAT DOESN'T COUNT AS A COMPLIMENT!" J.D called after him, but the older doctor simply waved behind him as he continued on his way, a rather unsettling skip in his step.

YAH! This is actual kinda semi-longer then usual...Kinda.

Anyways, reads and reviews my glorious readers!