scrubs; UFO
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: J.D./Cox
Warning: None.
DA Link: http://leshit.deviantart.com/gallery/24912196#/d2odjt7
Even if it was the darkest, coldest, and loneliest time of night, J.D. didn't feel any of those emotions, and based on his expression (which wasn't crunched up for once ), Perry wasn't either, despite the fact they were lost somewhere in the woods, J.D. felt guilty about it, sure, but he still burrowed deeper into the crook of Perry's neck. Because sometimes, if you were lucky in this case, it even got cold in California.
He should explain…
-----
J.D. was always the curious type, always wanting to learn more about stuff in a way. That's why he found himself staring out at the darkening sky and found an awkward shimmer, he had to know what it was.
You only live once, he frequently told himself, which heightened his sixth sense for exploring places like a little kid. Throw John Dorian in a hospital full of closets and hundreds of rooms and he'll never get out of there until he finds out what's in every single crack.
"Turk! Hey Turk!" J.D.'s voice was an unclear mix of panic and excitement. J.D. rudely trotted down the hall of sleeping sickly people. Even if he normally wouldn't care that his sneakers punching the floor sent sonic booms towards the resting patients, he especially didn't care this time.
"Turk! Turk! Tu-u-u-u-u-urk!"
Finally and thankfully he turned around, clearly less enthusiastic than the jumping man.
"Turk… I was… On call room.." J.D. couldn't stop panting, hands pressing against his knees trying to catch his breath, even if that is probably the worst position you can possibly be in when you're trying to catch you're breath. "I saw… a UFO!"
That was a lot for him to absorb. Turk didn't believe in any of that, and besides, he wasn't going. No matter the bribe. Turk already knew how that was going out into the darkness of the night to get potentially kidnapped, just to explore someplace miles away.
J.D. explained it, begged and pleaded, and given the attention span of a dog, he scampered away from Turk and consecutively poked him mentor's shoulder.
"Hey! Hey Dr. Cox!"
Perry seemed to quicken his pace, but that didn't stop J.D. from becoming another buzzing noise in Perry's ear. He almost tripped over the other man's feet, but it was even worse when Perry came to a complete halt, J.D's nose unsympathetically striking against his shoulder. Sweaty fingers covered the painful nose, his eyes glazed over.
"Listen, Angela, I've got a lot of places to be, and it seems that you're tiny bones are just too much of a roadbl--"
"--- Dr.Cox listen!"
He raised an eyebrow that told him he better of had an explanation for interrupting. J.D. was out of breath and didn't even consider stopping to take a breath, therefore his words slurred more and more together with each one.
"Dr. Cox! I saw something! A saw a--" His voice was more excited than anything.
"Aw for the love of God, Newbie, my son has more hair on his chest than you do."
J.D. panted, ignoring his hurtful strikes.
It was one o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday, and there was nothing to do in Sacred Heart accept for grab your mentor by the arm and take him to the last place on the earth he'd like to be.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was his creative mind cranking it's gears. Maybe it was his foolish eyes playing silly tricks on him. It could've been anything, but whatever it was that made J.D. grab Perry's hand and run, run far away, he was significantly curious about it, whatever it was.
His face was crunched up into a ball like and artist's failed ideas pouring out of a waste bin, shaking his hand to disassemble it from the young doctor's. J.D. only gripped tighter.
By the time they were in the elevator Perry had wanted to murder him, but he couldn't because of the claustrophobic cameras beaming down onto the two of them. His eyes weren't removed from J.D. He glared, and glared, and glared some more. Behind his cold eyes J.D. knew that he was the least bit appreciative for pulling him out of that droning hellhole.
"It'll just be a quick walk in the woods," his voice was merry. "We don't even need coats."
Unlike how Perry would usually sidestep in front of him when he'd make a smart remark, he continued to walk faster, rubbing his hands together and blowing visible air from his bloated cheeks. "Really, Newbie? We don't need our coats? Because even if we did --- somehow if we'd need our coats on a cold night like this ---- I would've of been able to get mine anyway, because you had to take me out of the building before I even had time to ask what the hell you were doing!"
J.D. didn't have a response to that, so he shivered, watching Perry rub his hands together and purse his lips.
Nonchalantly twirling his body to scope possible paths, he asked, "Okay, where did you see this… thing at?"
"Uhh…" he waited a moment, almost long enough for drool to trickle down the side of his lip. "The UFO was that way!" He pointed, then started to walk ahead of him.
"Oh for the love of…" he trailed off, eyes closed in frustration and following him to 'just get it over with.'
- - - -
They might have been lost.
It was thirty minutes in and J.D., who was somehow leading the two of them, was wearing a face plastered in panic.
"Catherine…" he groaned, folding his hands together and puffed air into them. That was the coldest night either of them could remember. The moment Perry sunk into the water-filled hole in the ground the Princess had somehow pranced over, steam (if he could somehow get the heat in his body to make steam) shot out of his ears and his face turned red like a tomato.
They were lost….
Somewhere in the woods, looking for whatever his imagination was hyped up on.
He didn't loose his cool when water splashed his knees with every step, he didn't loose his cool when they were obviously lost, but Perry snapped when he J.D. stopped and said, "We're lost."
That was an understatement if he'd ever heard one.
Lost? They were freezing to death, running on empty, and walking farther into and abyss of nothing.
J.D. stopped, stressed. His back, covered in a close - to - nothing pair of scrubs, slid down the side of a tree. "I think if we just go back the way we came we can get back…"
What he wanted to say was, "Really, because the last time we did what you thought, we ended up here," but instead he just slumped down beside him, equally tired. He pursed his lips, rubbing his temples while trying to find the motivation to leave the wicked woods.
God it was cold. Perry was just now noticing exactly how cold it was, and couldn't do a thing about it but sit and suffer.
All of a sudden it was a scene out of a comedy, where the two of them were so cold they had to morph into one hideous shaking person, hunched into a ball. Even if it was the darkest, coldest, and loneliest time of night, J.D. didn't feel any of those emotions, and based on his expression (which wasn't crunched up for once ), Perry wasn't either, despite the fact they were lost somewhere in the woods, J.D. felt guilty about it, sure, but he still burrowed deeper into the crook of Perry's neck. Because sometimes, if you were lucky in this case, it even got cold in California.
He got warm all of a sudden, and then found himself clinging onto the will to stay awake.
-----
His back hurt, his eyes wouldn't open, his throat felt like shit and his mouth tasted about the same. J.D. swears there was a twig in his eye. He didn't know where the hell he was, but he knew that the sun was blinding him and if the birds didn't shut the hell up Dr. Cox would probably shut them up.
Oh yeah… That's right.
He brought him into the woods for God knows what… What was it again? It was too early(J.D. cracked his watch so he couldn't be entirely sure what time) to remember.
….
Ohhh! The UFO! Well, it was too early for them to see it now. They might as well head home. At least now they could see their hand in front of their face.
J.D. stood, dizzy from a number of things, but scanning the area none the less. It was the same, just brighter.
That's when he heard the laugh; the laugh of a witch. It was deadly, and you could only describe it if you were there. And when the twigs broke Perry's nose twitched, his eyes fluttered as he started to wake up.
If they could (somehow) fall asleep through the night, than the morning shouldn't be so bad, right?
It was about ten times worse; there was the constant trepidation that something, may it be a squirrel or a demon, was going to jump out kill them.
The laugh burst from the bushes, but approached them at walking pace.
And then they saw the man walking towards them in a plaid coat, wiping a tear from him eye. He was an inch from J.D.'s face, and even though the morning crud was still blurring his vision he could still tell that it was the Janitor.
"….Janitor…" he throat was sore and his words were soft, but J.D. was bubbling with rage. Too far… He went too far. Making him to into the woods in the middle of the night, get lost, potentially to get eaten by bears, and all for what?
That was probably the feeling of getting Punk'D.
Pairing: J.D./Cox
Warning: None.
DA Link: http://leshit.deviantart.com/gallery/24912196#/d2odjt7
Even if it was the darkest, coldest, and loneliest time of night, J.D. didn't feel any of those emotions, and based on his expression (which wasn't crunched up for once ), Perry wasn't either, despite the fact they were lost somewhere in the woods, J.D. felt guilty about it, sure, but he still burrowed deeper into the crook of Perry's neck. Because sometimes, if you were lucky in this case, it even got cold in California.
He should explain…
-----
J.D. was always the curious type, always wanting to learn more about stuff in a way. That's why he found himself staring out at the darkening sky and found an awkward shimmer, he had to know what it was.
You only live once, he frequently told himself, which heightened his sixth sense for exploring places like a little kid. Throw John Dorian in a hospital full of closets and hundreds of rooms and he'll never get out of there until he finds out what's in every single crack.
"Turk! Hey Turk!" J.D.'s voice was an unclear mix of panic and excitement. J.D. rudely trotted down the hall of sleeping sickly people. Even if he normally wouldn't care that his sneakers punching the floor sent sonic booms towards the resting patients, he especially didn't care this time.
"Turk! Turk! Tu-u-u-u-u-urk!"
Finally and thankfully he turned around, clearly less enthusiastic than the jumping man.
"Turk… I was… On call room.." J.D. couldn't stop panting, hands pressing against his knees trying to catch his breath, even if that is probably the worst position you can possibly be in when you're trying to catch you're breath. "I saw… a UFO!"
That was a lot for him to absorb. Turk didn't believe in any of that, and besides, he wasn't going. No matter the bribe. Turk already knew how that was going out into the darkness of the night to get potentially kidnapped, just to explore someplace miles away.
J.D. explained it, begged and pleaded, and given the attention span of a dog, he scampered away from Turk and consecutively poked him mentor's shoulder.
"Hey! Hey Dr. Cox!"
Perry seemed to quicken his pace, but that didn't stop J.D. from becoming another buzzing noise in Perry's ear. He almost tripped over the other man's feet, but it was even worse when Perry came to a complete halt, J.D's nose unsympathetically striking against his shoulder. Sweaty fingers covered the painful nose, his eyes glazed over.
"Listen, Angela, I've got a lot of places to be, and it seems that you're tiny bones are just too much of a roadbl--"
"--- Dr.Cox listen!"
He raised an eyebrow that told him he better of had an explanation for interrupting. J.D. was out of breath and didn't even consider stopping to take a breath, therefore his words slurred more and more together with each one.
"Dr. Cox! I saw something! A saw a--" His voice was more excited than anything.
"Aw for the love of God, Newbie, my son has more hair on his chest than you do."
J.D. panted, ignoring his hurtful strikes.
It was one o'clock in the morning on a Tuesday, and there was nothing to do in Sacred Heart accept for grab your mentor by the arm and take him to the last place on the earth he'd like to be.
Maybe it was the lack of sleep. Maybe it was his creative mind cranking it's gears. Maybe it was his foolish eyes playing silly tricks on him. It could've been anything, but whatever it was that made J.D. grab Perry's hand and run, run far away, he was significantly curious about it, whatever it was.
His face was crunched up into a ball like and artist's failed ideas pouring out of a waste bin, shaking his hand to disassemble it from the young doctor's. J.D. only gripped tighter.
By the time they were in the elevator Perry had wanted to murder him, but he couldn't because of the claustrophobic cameras beaming down onto the two of them. His eyes weren't removed from J.D. He glared, and glared, and glared some more. Behind his cold eyes J.D. knew that he was the least bit appreciative for pulling him out of that droning hellhole.
"It'll just be a quick walk in the woods," his voice was merry. "We don't even need coats."
Unlike how Perry would usually sidestep in front of him when he'd make a smart remark, he continued to walk faster, rubbing his hands together and blowing visible air from his bloated cheeks. "Really, Newbie? We don't need our coats? Because even if we did --- somehow if we'd need our coats on a cold night like this ---- I would've of been able to get mine anyway, because you had to take me out of the building before I even had time to ask what the hell you were doing!"
J.D. didn't have a response to that, so he shivered, watching Perry rub his hands together and purse his lips.
Nonchalantly twirling his body to scope possible paths, he asked, "Okay, where did you see this… thing at?"
"Uhh…" he waited a moment, almost long enough for drool to trickle down the side of his lip. "The UFO was that way!" He pointed, then started to walk ahead of him.
"Oh for the love of…" he trailed off, eyes closed in frustration and following him to 'just get it over with.'
- - - -
They might have been lost.
It was thirty minutes in and J.D., who was somehow leading the two of them, was wearing a face plastered in panic.
"Catherine…" he groaned, folding his hands together and puffed air into them. That was the coldest night either of them could remember. The moment Perry sunk into the water-filled hole in the ground the Princess had somehow pranced over, steam (if he could somehow get the heat in his body to make steam) shot out of his ears and his face turned red like a tomato.
They were lost….
Somewhere in the woods, looking for whatever his imagination was hyped up on.
He didn't loose his cool when water splashed his knees with every step, he didn't loose his cool when they were obviously lost, but Perry snapped when he J.D. stopped and said, "We're lost."
That was an understatement if he'd ever heard one.
Lost? They were freezing to death, running on empty, and walking farther into and abyss of nothing.
J.D. stopped, stressed. His back, covered in a close - to - nothing pair of scrubs, slid down the side of a tree. "I think if we just go back the way we came we can get back…"
What he wanted to say was, "Really, because the last time we did what you thought, we ended up here," but instead he just slumped down beside him, equally tired. He pursed his lips, rubbing his temples while trying to find the motivation to leave the wicked woods.
God it was cold. Perry was just now noticing exactly how cold it was, and couldn't do a thing about it but sit and suffer.
All of a sudden it was a scene out of a comedy, where the two of them were so cold they had to morph into one hideous shaking person, hunched into a ball. Even if it was the darkest, coldest, and loneliest time of night, J.D. didn't feel any of those emotions, and based on his expression (which wasn't crunched up for once ), Perry wasn't either, despite the fact they were lost somewhere in the woods, J.D. felt guilty about it, sure, but he still burrowed deeper into the crook of Perry's neck. Because sometimes, if you were lucky in this case, it even got cold in California.
He got warm all of a sudden, and then found himself clinging onto the will to stay awake.
-----
His back hurt, his eyes wouldn't open, his throat felt like shit and his mouth tasted about the same. J.D. swears there was a twig in his eye. He didn't know where the hell he was, but he knew that the sun was blinding him and if the birds didn't shut the hell up Dr. Cox would probably shut them up.
Oh yeah… That's right.
He brought him into the woods for God knows what… What was it again? It was too early(J.D. cracked his watch so he couldn't be entirely sure what time) to remember.
….
Ohhh! The UFO! Well, it was too early for them to see it now. They might as well head home. At least now they could see their hand in front of their face.
J.D. stood, dizzy from a number of things, but scanning the area none the less. It was the same, just brighter.
That's when he heard the laugh; the laugh of a witch. It was deadly, and you could only describe it if you were there. And when the twigs broke Perry's nose twitched, his eyes fluttered as he started to wake up.
If they could (somehow) fall asleep through the night, than the morning shouldn't be so bad, right?
It was about ten times worse; there was the constant trepidation that something, may it be a squirrel or a demon, was going to jump out kill them.
The laugh burst from the bushes, but approached them at walking pace.
And then they saw the man walking towards them in a plaid coat, wiping a tear from him eye. He was an inch from J.D.'s face, and even though the morning crud was still blurring his vision he could still tell that it was the Janitor.
"….Janitor…" he throat was sore and his words were soft, but J.D. was bubbling with rage. Too far… He went too far. Making him to into the woods in the middle of the night, get lost, potentially to get eaten by bears, and all for what?
That was probably the feeling of getting Punk'D.