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Who: JD, Janitor, Dr. Cox, open
Where: On-call lounge
When: Between eleven pm and one am
JD hated dry spells.
He hadn't gotten any since...well... "the incident" (quotes and underlines in his mind) with one Jordan Sullivan. Ever since, he'd actually had a small fear of sleeping with *any*one else around the hospital, just in *case* they might be someone else's ex-wife.
A small part of his mind grinned. Or ex-husband.
The best thing JD had ever figured out about himself was being able to swing for both teams. But he still hadn't quite figured out how to get Dr. Cox's attention beyond the girls' names and berating rants. Not that JD minded listening to the rants; it meant he could go off and daydream about what *else* Dr. Cox's mouth could do.
JD flushed slightly, and adjusted his scrubs. He either needed to quit thinking like this or someone--anyone--to help him out here with this problem. He angled his head back down to the chart, and wondered idly where both Janitor *and* Dr. Cox were.
His shoes had remained mop-free now for almost an hour, and he hadn't heard a girl's name in longer. Then again, it *was* a quiet, late night at Sacred Heart, and most everyone who could be laying down probably was.
Where: On-call lounge
When: Between eleven pm and one am
JD hated dry spells.
He hadn't gotten any since...well... "the incident" (quotes and underlines in his mind) with one Jordan Sullivan. Ever since, he'd actually had a small fear of sleeping with *any*one else around the hospital, just in *case* they might be someone else's ex-wife.
A small part of his mind grinned. Or ex-husband.
The best thing JD had ever figured out about himself was being able to swing for both teams. But he still hadn't quite figured out how to get Dr. Cox's attention beyond the girls' names and berating rants. Not that JD minded listening to the rants; it meant he could go off and daydream about what *else* Dr. Cox's mouth could do.
JD flushed slightly, and adjusted his scrubs. He either needed to quit thinking like this or someone--anyone--to help him out here with this problem. He angled his head back down to the chart, and wondered idly where both Janitor *and* Dr. Cox were.
His shoes had remained mop-free now for almost an hour, and he hadn't heard a girl's name in longer. Then again, it *was* a quiet, late night at Sacred Heart, and most everyone who could be laying down probably was.