Scrubs: my 1st attempt to write anything in this fandom
JD’s thought’s during The Rant Song
Spoilers: My Musical
TRS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGHa6XwJo54
- will make no sense unless you watch this FIRST.
Summary: JD’s thoughts as Cox rants at him
The answer is, a lot - but why?
And then he lists the reasons:
-and ohmygod can he rant at hyperspeed or what?
It's your hair
My hair - what’s wrong with my hair?
Your nose
My nose - that’s the second time someone’s dissed my nose today!
Your chinless face, you always need a hug,
And yes! I need a hug - you’ve never given me one in 6 YEARS!
Not to mention all the manly appletini's that you chug.
Four insults before a jibe at my manliness, that’s pretty good. And he’d like appletini’s too if he’d just TRY one!
That you think I am your mentor just continues to perplex,
I don’t know why he even tries to deny it anymore, the entire hospital *knows* how much I look up to and respect him (and am attracted…hush! no-one knows THAT!) If he didn’t want to be my mentor he shouldn’t help and support me so much!
And oh my god please stop telling me when you have dirty sex!
…ok, I’ll give him that one. Although I doubt he’d rather I share the fantasies I have about him and me in his Porsche…..
See Newbie that's the thing you do that drives me up a tree, 'coz no matter how I rant at you, you never let me be.
See?! If I was nothing more than another resident, would he still refer to me as Newbie? It’s practically an endearment now!
And I don’t *mean* to annoy him - it’s not like I do it on purpose! I just like to be near him, spend time with him - even if it means answering to girls names.
So I'm stuck with all your daydreaming, your wish to be my son.
Eep! I love Jack, but regardless of everyone’s assumptions (including obviously Dr Cox’s), his son is the last thing I wish to be…it would make my feeling even *more* scary!
It makes me suicidal and I'm not the only one. No I'm not the only one...
Suicidal - that, that really hurt. I know I can be a bit much to take - hyper and babbling and far too goofy and optimistic for the likes of Dr Cox, but I actually cause him that much pain? What’s *wrong* with me?
It all started with a penny in the door. There was a hatred I had never felt before.
So now I'll make him pay, each and every day.
Until that moussed hair little nuisance is no more.
The Janitor is evil. And insane. He has *absolutely no reason* to hate me so much!
So now that is why I call you names like Carol, Jane, and Sue.
Like Moesha, Kim, and Lilly, Suzanne and Betty Lou.
Regardless of the names I pick my feelings are quite clear, you’re a pain in every day, of every month of every year.
And THERE’S the girl’s names! That’s more normal. Although him generally ranting about and at me is pretty normal. I guess it’s never actually been quite this many negative and hurtful things all at once though.
Shut your cakehole Marybeth, or I swear to god I'll shut it soon!
Congratulations, we'll schedule your test this afternoon.
OK, being called a girl’s name by a *patient* is a bit much, and that’s it, I need to get away before he sees my tears, or I’ll never live it down.
At least I now know the answer to the question I have asked myself for years; Should I tell him how I feel?
Unequivocally, NO.
Spoilers: My Musical
TRS: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=VGHa6XwJo54
- will make no sense unless you watch this FIRST.
Summary: JD’s thoughts as Cox rants at him
The answer is, a lot - but why?
And then he lists the reasons:
-and ohmygod can he rant at hyperspeed or what?
It's your hair
My hair - what’s wrong with my hair?
Your nose
My nose - that’s the second time someone’s dissed my nose today!
Your chinless face, you always need a hug,
And yes! I need a hug - you’ve never given me one in 6 YEARS!
Not to mention all the manly appletini's that you chug.
Four insults before a jibe at my manliness, that’s pretty good. And he’d like appletini’s too if he’d just TRY one!
That you think I am your mentor just continues to perplex,
I don’t know why he even tries to deny it anymore, the entire hospital *knows* how much I look up to and respect him (and am attracted…hush! no-one knows THAT!) If he didn’t want to be my mentor he shouldn’t help and support me so much!
And oh my god please stop telling me when you have dirty sex!
…ok, I’ll give him that one. Although I doubt he’d rather I share the fantasies I have about him and me in his Porsche…..
See Newbie that's the thing you do that drives me up a tree, 'coz no matter how I rant at you, you never let me be.
See?! If I was nothing more than another resident, would he still refer to me as Newbie? It’s practically an endearment now!
And I don’t *mean* to annoy him - it’s not like I do it on purpose! I just like to be near him, spend time with him - even if it means answering to girls names.
So I'm stuck with all your daydreaming, your wish to be my son.
Eep! I love Jack, but regardless of everyone’s assumptions (including obviously Dr Cox’s), his son is the last thing I wish to be…it would make my feeling even *more* scary!
It makes me suicidal and I'm not the only one. No I'm not the only one...
Suicidal - that, that really hurt. I know I can be a bit much to take - hyper and babbling and far too goofy and optimistic for the likes of Dr Cox, but I actually cause him that much pain? What’s *wrong* with me?
It all started with a penny in the door. There was a hatred I had never felt before.
So now I'll make him pay, each and every day.
Until that moussed hair little nuisance is no more.
The Janitor is evil. And insane. He has *absolutely no reason* to hate me so much!
So now that is why I call you names like Carol, Jane, and Sue.
Like Moesha, Kim, and Lilly, Suzanne and Betty Lou.
Regardless of the names I pick my feelings are quite clear, you’re a pain in every day, of every month of every year.
And THERE’S the girl’s names! That’s more normal. Although him generally ranting about and at me is pretty normal. I guess it’s never actually been quite this many negative and hurtful things all at once though.
Shut your cakehole Marybeth, or I swear to god I'll shut it soon!
Congratulations, we'll schedule your test this afternoon.
OK, being called a girl’s name by a *patient* is a bit much, and that’s it, I need to get away before he sees my tears, or I’ll never live it down.
At least I now know the answer to the question I have asked myself for years; Should I tell him how I feel?
Unequivocally, NO.