Here's Chapter five! Enjoy!

Julie's POV

I was sitting back in Dr. Cox's office, the regular meeting place for me and Jack in the morning and our note sorting room. I was sitting on the couch, going through my schedule of the day. It was week four of our Future Doctors Program and I was still having a blast. After the whole prank on him and Dr. Cox, Jack hadn't bothered me as much. He was still annoying, poking me, changing my notes, even making me yell at him in front of the kids so that I seemed like a bitch.

Four weeks down, only fourteen left. This semester was going by way too quickly. Oh well, maybe I can apply next year. I looked up as the door opened and Jack stumbled in. My eyes widened at the giant bruise that decorated his right eye. He didn't seem to notice my stare, collapsing onto the couch next to me. He yawned as he opened his bag, pulling out a coffee flavoured milkshake. As he chugged it, I examined his eye, touching it gently.

"What happened to you?" I asked. He wrenched his face out of my hands.

"It's nothing! Just something I got from Football practice last night." he explained.

"You play Football?" I asked. He nodded, rubbing his good eye.

"Yeah, for the school team. I'm the quarter back." he gave me a look. "How come you didn't know?" he asked. I shrugged.

"Football's not really my sport. I'm more of a Hockey girl." I said casually. His eyes widened.

"Then you might recognise me as third line centre for the school team." he said smugly. Now it was my turn for my eyes to widen.

"That's you? You broke the school record for most goals scored in your last game." I said, amazed. Jack smiled, not smirked. I liked his smile, it made his blue eyes sparkle.

"Yeah, so what team do you support?" he asked.

"The Anaheim Mighty Ducks." I said proudly. Jack's eyebrows shot up.

"Really cause I support the-" we stopped talking as Dr. Cox strode into the room.

"The Detroit Red Wings. Isn't that right son?" Dr. Cox announced firmly. Jack didn't meet my gaze as he nodded, looking down at the couch. "Good. Now hurry up. Wipe that tired look off your face Jack. We start at 9am." Dr. Cox announced before he dropped his coat on his desk and walked out. I glanced at the clock on the wall. 8:30am.

I looked over at Jack, about to ask if he wanted to get some real coffee before we started and continue our Hockey conversation, to see him with his head tilted back and his eyes closed. I shook him gently and his eyes snapped open.

"I'm up! I'm awake!" he shouted as he jolted up. He sank back when he realised it was just me.

"Jack calm down." I said gently. He shook his head.

"Sorry." he mumbled, rubbing his eyes again.

"Why are you so tired?" I asked him. He glared at me. And here I thought we were getting along.

"Because while you get to go home at five and not have to worry about anything beside our home reports, I have Football practice, Hockey practice, my notes to go over, all while my dad picks which team I should support." he said all at once. I hated to admit it, but I felt sorry for him. I put a hand on his arm and he turned to look at me.

"Well what team do you support?" I asked, genially interested. He grinned sheepishly.

"Would you believe…the Anaheim Mighty Ducks?" he asked. I chuckled.

"No way." I said. He smirked.

"Ever since I watched the Mighty Ducks movie when I was younger I've supported them, watching every game I could without my dad knowing." he said, a proud look on his face. I felt confused.

"Why can't your dad know?" I asked. His proud look faded away and he looked at me with a sorry expression.

"Because he is so set on making me something I don't want to be. He's got me supporting the red wings and playing Football. I hate Football! For obvious reasons!" he exclaimed, pointing to his eye. I gave him a sad look.

It's weird, feeling sorry for Jack, I never thought I could care. "I mean I still want to study medicine and I love Hockey more then anything. I just wish he would ease up a little. I don't even own a Ducks jersey." he said sadly. Now that was sad, even I owned a white Ducks jersey.

"Well it seems to me that you should just tell your dad Jack. You've got way to much going for you at the moment and I think you should give up playing Football for a while." I suggested.

"Have you not met my dad?" he joked, smiling childishly. Now that was the Jack that I know and…well know. I looked back at the clock. We still had twenty minutes. I smiled as I stood up. "Where are you going?" Jack asked me, sitting up more. I smiled back at him as I reached the door.

"To get us some coffee. You stay here and get some more sleep. I'll be back in time to wake you up." I said. I saw the appreciative smile Jack sent me before he settled down on the couch.

I was down in the cafeteria and back in Dr. Cox's office with five minutes to spare. I walked in, two cups of coffee in my hands, to see Jack fast asleep on the couch, his feet hanging off the end. I smiled. He looked kind of cute, his blonde hair all messy but his regular spikes still sticking up. Carefully, I sat down, placing the coffee cups on Dr. Cox's desk. As soon as I sat down, Jack shifted, his head landing on my lap. I blushed, but couldn't resist running my fingers through his hair. It was really soft, like a big bunch of feathers. He stirred before opening his eyes. I blushed before pulling my hand from his hair, pretending to be holding something.

"You had some lint in your hair." I mumbled. He still looked unsure but nodded as he sat up. I handed him one of the coffee cups and he gladly accepted it, sipping it cautiously. We sat in silence as we drank our coffee. When we were finished Jack stood up. He looked down at me before holding out his hand.

"Come on, we have to be down in Paediatrics in a few minutes." he said with a smile. I smiled back and took his hand, blushing slightly when his completely wrapped around mine. As we walked down the hallways, I thought of a good way to keep this friendship with Jack going. I reached into my bag and pulled out my camera.

"Hey Jack?" he looked at me. "Friends?" I asked. He noticed the camera in my hands. I brought it in front of him and showed him the picture I had taken of him and the cadaver. When I pressed delete, he smiled down at me.

"Friends." he said. I grinned.

It had been another couple weeks since Jack and I had become friends. Of course we still teased each other, otherwise it'd be no fun. Today I was hoping would be a good day. I had found out from Carla that Jack's birthday was coming up. I already had a great present idea. I found it a little weird that our birthdays were so close, his being about a month before mine. We were currently in the middle of our eighth week and it was only getting better.

I rounded the corner, only to spot Jack…getting yelled at by his dad? Slowly I approached them to hear what was going on.

"…I don't see what the big deal is dad? So I don't want to play Football anymore? Big whoop." Jack shrugged. As usual his dad was red in the face.

"But you're giving up something you've been working on for five years. And why now?" he paused for a moment. "It's that girl, Julie, isn't it? I told you as soon as we found out who her dad was, she'd be trouble." Jack tried to look stern as he stared at his dad. My dad? What would he have to do with this?

"Because I've got a lot going on at the moment and Football isn't my biggest priority. I still wanna play Hockey and be a doctor. Why can't that be enough?" Jack asked. Again I felt sorry for him, having to hurt his dad like this. Dr. Cox stared at his son for a few more moments before walking off.

"I bet you told him to say that." he grumbled as he walked past me.

I swallowed before I walked to stand beside Jack, who looked a little downhearted.

"You did the right thing." I said reassuringly. He looked down at me.

"You saw that huh?" I nodded. "Well at least there won't be as many black eyes." he said with a smile. I knew he was just trying to use humour to lighten the situation. I smiled back, planning on asking him about my dad later.

"Well I guess we should start. Our first stop today is paediatrics." I said. Jack grumbled.

"Don't mention paediatrics to me." he said, a glare on his face.

"Why?" I asked, Jack was great with kids.

"Because I just found out we have to have the 'On call experience' they're sticking us down in paediatrics for the night next week." I groaned. I know being on call comes with the job but I didn't think I'd have to deal with that.

"That sucks. What day is it?" I asked.

"Thursday." he grumbled.

"But that's the day before your birthday." I said. Jack smirked at me and I blushed.

"Someone knows when my birthday is." he jeered. I rolled my eyes.

"Big deal. You probably know mine." he looked a little sheepish.

"Not really." he admitted. I didn't think my feelings would feel hurt at the fact that he doesn't care enough to know when my birthday is, but they did. I shrugged.

"Whatever. Just remember to pack extra clothes I guess." I said before walking off, already planning what I was goanna do for Jack's birthday to make it at least a little better.

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