A/N: Written in the Janitor's point of view for this chapter. There will probably be a ladder of sorts appearing, like "Her First Day" and then "My First Day", or something else. It all depends. I have also named the Janitor. If you don't like it, then either suggest a "better"one, or just deal with it. This is my story, therefore, my names!

Do enjoy!

Her First Day

I saw her half an hour into my morning shift, standing at the nurses' station and looking extremely uncomfortable. She stood at about five and a half feet tall, with dark hair that fell just past slumped shoulders – wait, slumped shoulders? It's half past nine in the morning, even I've woken up now.

I sloshed my mop into the water bucket noisily, slapping the mop-head back onto the floor loudly, hoping she would turn around so I could see her face properly. I was rewarded with a view of bright green eyes and a small nose that seemed dwarfed by her large mouth. Her eyes seemed to be brimming with tears, and I wondered for a moment if she was visiting a terminal patient, but when Scary Latina Nurse asked her what she needed, I heard her name.

"I'm Doctor Jamie-Lea Dean – I've been told to speak to a Doctor Perry Cox? He's the one I've been allocated service to," she murmured, leaning closer to Scary Nurse as if she were sharing a secret.

"I'll page him for you... Janitor!" Scary Nurse jolted me out of my thoughts and I looked over automatically. "Could you show Dr Dean to the staff room on the second floor? If you could stay with her until Perry gets there, you'd be helping me out a lot."

"Can I have your-" I started, but the look from Scary Nurse was enough to silence me. I propped my mop up against the wall in its bucket and walked over to the new doctor. "I'll show you where to go."

"Thank you," she almost whispered. She seemed terrified of the hospital, which was a bit worrying. I don't want to have to clean up her messes when she kills dozens of people because she's scared of a building.

I started to walk away, not bothering to turn and see if she followed. When I got to the elevator, I paused, turning to see her look up at me with eyes that had dulled, the trace of tears gone. They seemed to be more of a moss-green rather than the brighter colour I had noticed before. She gave a shaky smile that I returned reluctantly – it seemed infectious.

We both stepped into the elevator as it opened its doors to us, and then I noticed what exactly she was wearing. White coat, Mean Doctor-style with her sleeves rolled up and a back-pack slung over one shoulder. She also had a ring on a chain around her neck. I realised that she had on a perfume that I couldn't place, but it tasted of warmth to me.

"So you know my name, do I get to know yours?" the doctor said, looking up at me with her head cocked to the side slightly. The comment was meant to be said in lighter tones, but her deeper voice seemed to cradle each word before releasing it in a crackly undertone that spoke of either boredom or reluctance. I sensed it was both.

"I don't have a name," I replied, tucking my hands into my pockets lazily as I leant a shoulder against the wall.

"You must have." It wasn't a question – she said it matter-of-factly and it sounded like she had a reason.

"Why do you think I have a name, Small... Oddly-Voiced... Female Doctor," I replied. Well that sounded smart, you idiot.

"It's Jamie actually. And you must have a name because you own a name-tag," the smug tone that she had now made me feel happier. She sounded like she was someone I could banter with, and she would banter back. Not like Scooter – he tends to sort of fall and run.

"Fine. If I tell you my name, you have to tell me why you are wearing an engagement ring on your neck instead of your ring-finger." Hopefully that'll make her feel uncomfortable, she'll shut up and then the war can begin properly.

"My boyfriend died before he could propose, so technically it isn't an engagement ring. He was killed by a speeding driver. He handed me the ring before he passed away and I've worn it ever since." Jamie looked up at me, the tears from before once again evident in her green eyes, but she seemed stubborn and simply stared. Then she shocked me ever so slightly and pressed the emergency stop button.

"Tell me your name."

"It's Felix. My colleagues call me Janitor though," I murmured, leaning down to her. "I only told you because I seriously thought you weren't going to tell me why you wear that ring around your neck. You obviously trust me far too much for it to be good for you, so I'm going to find Scooter, that's "JD", by the way, and he'll make sure you hate me from now on."

"Felix is brilliant name. It means "lucky", y'know? And JD? Please tell me he was Christened that way," she said, hands on her hips, a frown marring her pale skin.

"No, his name is John Michael Dorian. His nickname is JD and his friends all call him that. Apart from Mean Doctor – Doctor Cox and Mean Lady – Jordan Sullivan. Cox calls him 'Newbie' or a range of girls' names. Miss Sullivan calls him DJ... or a range of girls' names. If you hear someone shouting 'Bambi' or 'Vanilla Bear', then it's Dorian they're looking for. You'll like him anyway, he has an odd talent for making every single damn person love him." I looked away from her, my hand straying towards the emergency button to start the elevator again, but Jamie caught it with her surprisingly cool hands.

"I hate the name JD. Do you know how many people call me JD and how many of them are friends?" She didn't bother waiting for an answer. "Zero. If anyone calls me JD, I either hit them or I mock them until they cry. I hate the name JD."

"So does that mean you will most likely hate Dorian and that someone might actually like me more than him?" I grinned at the thought of taunting Dorian with the petite woman beside me, laughing out loud as I imagined him attempting to get her attention and failing. Miserably.

"Probably," she grumbled. "I'll explain it to you over coffee. When is lunch around here? I'll meet you for lunch and we can do whatever you fancy. I think you deserve it for sharing your name with me and no one else."

"How'd you-"

"I'm not stupid. Your 'colleagues' don't call you Janitor just because you are a janitor, they call you it 'cause you don't tell them your name," she treated me to a full-blown smile and I actually smiled back. Stop, stop! You don't do smiling! "It'll be our secret."

"Does that mean I get to call you something different too? Considering I already know your name, and so does Scary Latina Nurse." I frowned slightly, Scary Latina Nurse would probably have paged Mean Doctor already and he'd be angry. Well he'll just have to cope, you idiot. You've finally found someone willing to be friends and annoy the hell out of Scooter, and you've only known her for about 20 minutes.

"You can call me... whatever you want. As long as it is not JD or Small Oddly Voiced Female Doctor," Jamie looked at me thoughtfully, before finally letting go of my hand to finger the ring around her neck. "How about Jammy?"

"It's better than JD, right?" I laughed, a short bark more than a chuckle. I hit the emergency stop button and felt the elevator lurch into life once more and seconds later the doors opened.

"Follow me," I said to her, winking as I turned to look at the people waiting for the elevator. A grin lit up on my face when I saw Scooter getting a new one ripped for him by Mean Doctor.

"Listen up, Newbie, because I am not repeating this! When I tell you to run a blood test on a certain patient, even if you have 13 patients already and think that it will be unlucky for you to have another one, I expect you to run it. Now go and do it, I have a new doctor on my service that Carla has been paging me about for the last 10 minutes. Scat, Newbie!"

"That's Dr Cox?" Jamie said from my side as we walked over to the wall he was banging his head on.

"Yeah, but don't worry. He only rants when Scooter or someone else does something incompetent," I reassured my new ally, a smile lighting my face when she smirked as she watched Dorian jump and run when Dr Cox whistled sharply at him. "Cox, here's your new doctor."

"Well look who finally decided to show up, listen her Newb-"

"Oh, you didn't just start to call me 'Newbie', did you, Dr Cox?" Jamie seemed to inflate ever so slightly, standing on tip-toes to look into the face of a shocked Mean Doctor. "My name is Jamie-Lea Dean. You can call me Dr Dean, Jamie, Jamie-Lea or even Dee. If you call me 'JD', or 'Newbie', or anything else that you call Dr Lapdog that's away running your lab tests, literally, to the labs, then I'm going to have to hurt you."

There was silence between the two, and even Nervous Doctor had stopped his nervous twittering in exchange for nervous twitching as he watched the pair battle it out.

"You're in," Dr Cox said, a snarl-like grin appearing on his face as he started to walk away, Jamie following as she listened to Cox's instructions and tips on certain patients and their mood.

"Dr Cox, wait! Wait!" Scooter's voice preceded him down the corridor. I smiled, leaning back against the wall. "Dr Cox – aghh!"

Well it wouldn't be Sacred Heart if there wasn't an overly-excited Scooter flailing his arms and falling to the floor with a satisfying thud, would it?