Crack!Fic-let: Their Perfect Fit [JD/Turk, mention of Carla/Elliot, PG] 1/1
Title: Their Perfect Fit
Author: Kipli
Email: Kipli@livejournal.com
Series: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Turk, mention of Carla/Elliot
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~521
Summary: "So. I hear your wife's boinking Barbie."
Disclaimer: Not my 'verse, I just play with them.
Notes: This is all bank_farter's fault!! The first line is all her. This all kind of came about because of her latest few Carla/Elliot. I love her Carla/Elliot. To pieces. Because Carla can so tolerate Elliot's crazies. But that thought led me to the sad realization that this would only leave a sad Turk in it's wake... but then I realized there was a way to remedy this too. And suddenly everything fits together so well! Though I may have pissed off my Cox muse... This is classified as Crack!Fic IMO because it comes out of left field (never thought I'd seriously write either pairing) and I have no intention of explaining or continuing it. lol Enjoy bank_farter. ;)
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Their Perfect Fit
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"So. I hear your wife's boinking Barbie."
Oh I have been waiting to use that line all day!
I flash him a grin as Turk blinks at me from his surprised spot against the corridor wall.
"Tough break there, Gandhi, and I *really* am sorry."
"I--It's not--I don't think you und--"
I sigh dramatically and shake my head as I interrupt his sputtering. "Rookie mistake there, though, big guy. You've *got* to learn how to go downtown, or they'll find someone else who's more willing. And even if she might get lost a time or two, I'm guessing Barbie is *probably* more likely to take directions well."
Turk huffs at me as he tilts his head with this lost expression on his face.
Oh but it is nice to see another man suffering around here for once at the hands of their soon to be ex-wife.
"Don't you worry there, though, Gandhi. I'm *sure* another beautiful, gorgeous young woman will let you take them into your meaty arms and fondle them every other night."
I snort and let my true smirk slide onto my face.
"Or you'll be fat and lonely for the rest of your life. Whichever. It's all the same, isn't it? Best not be living a lie with Carla, mmm?"
The door between us swings open. I raise my eyebrows at a shirtless JD that steps out of the hopefully empty patient's room. He pays me no attention, quickly tilting his head at Turk's still speechless staring at me.
"C-Bear?"
Turk blinks a moment before he turns his head to JD. His expression swiftly brightens. "What up, V-Bear?"
JD positively pouts as he reaches forward, bunching up a good portion of the surgeon's top, and tugs him a bit toward him and the room. "You were only supposed to wait five minutes..."
Oh no. No no no no.
I stare as Turk brightens further to a full on brilliant smile. "Sorry, J-Dawg, but Doctor Cox surprised me with a, um, pep talk."
JD finally acknowledges my presence with a sideways glance. "Can I have him now? Pretty please, sir?"
I can't help... gawking. My mouth opens but I can't quite form the snarky words that spring to mind.
Have him *now*? You've been desperate to convince Turk you're the only woman for him for ages now.
But the words don't come out. Just a meek, sad squeak.
Now Turk is smirking at *me*--oh he'll pay for this later--as he leans over to me and drops his voice to a whisper, "Looks like you'll have to do the fat and lonely bit yourself, huh?"
He waggles his eyebrows at me before being pulled the rest of the way into the room, door slamming shut on me.
Well. I suppose it makes some sense. The girls have finally given in to each other. All four of them.
"I'll never be fat..." I snarl to myself as I march away, forever blocking any visions of whatever disturbing activities were happening behind that door.
END
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x-posted to scrubs_slash scrubsfic
Author: Kipli
Email: Kipli@livejournal.com
Series: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Turk, mention of Carla/Elliot
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~521
Summary: "So. I hear your wife's boinking Barbie."
Disclaimer: Not my 'verse, I just play with them.
Notes: This is all bank_farter's fault!! The first line is all her. This all kind of came about because of her latest few Carla/Elliot. I love her Carla/Elliot. To pieces. Because Carla can so tolerate Elliot's crazies. But that thought led me to the sad realization that this would only leave a sad Turk in it's wake... but then I realized there was a way to remedy this too. And suddenly everything fits together so well! Though I may have pissed off my Cox muse... This is classified as Crack!Fic IMO because it comes out of left field (never thought I'd seriously write either pairing) and I have no intention of explaining or continuing it. lol Enjoy bank_farter. ;)
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Their Perfect Fit
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"So. I hear your wife's boinking Barbie."
Oh I have been waiting to use that line all day!
I flash him a grin as Turk blinks at me from his surprised spot against the corridor wall.
"Tough break there, Gandhi, and I *really* am sorry."
"I--It's not--I don't think you und--"
I sigh dramatically and shake my head as I interrupt his sputtering. "Rookie mistake there, though, big guy. You've *got* to learn how to go downtown, or they'll find someone else who's more willing. And even if she might get lost a time or two, I'm guessing Barbie is *probably* more likely to take directions well."
Turk huffs at me as he tilts his head with this lost expression on his face.
Oh but it is nice to see another man suffering around here for once at the hands of their soon to be ex-wife.
"Don't you worry there, though, Gandhi. I'm *sure* another beautiful, gorgeous young woman will let you take them into your meaty arms and fondle them every other night."
I snort and let my true smirk slide onto my face.
"Or you'll be fat and lonely for the rest of your life. Whichever. It's all the same, isn't it? Best not be living a lie with Carla, mmm?"
The door between us swings open. I raise my eyebrows at a shirtless JD that steps out of the hopefully empty patient's room. He pays me no attention, quickly tilting his head at Turk's still speechless staring at me.
"C-Bear?"
Turk blinks a moment before he turns his head to JD. His expression swiftly brightens. "What up, V-Bear?"
JD positively pouts as he reaches forward, bunching up a good portion of the surgeon's top, and tugs him a bit toward him and the room. "You were only supposed to wait five minutes..."
Oh no. No no no no.
I stare as Turk brightens further to a full on brilliant smile. "Sorry, J-Dawg, but Doctor Cox surprised me with a, um, pep talk."
JD finally acknowledges my presence with a sideways glance. "Can I have him now? Pretty please, sir?"
I can't help... gawking. My mouth opens but I can't quite form the snarky words that spring to mind.
Have him *now*? You've been desperate to convince Turk you're the only woman for him for ages now.
But the words don't come out. Just a meek, sad squeak.
Now Turk is smirking at *me*--oh he'll pay for this later--as he leans over to me and drops his voice to a whisper, "Looks like you'll have to do the fat and lonely bit yourself, huh?"
He waggles his eyebrows at me before being pulled the rest of the way into the room, door slamming shut on me.
Well. I suppose it makes some sense. The girls have finally given in to each other. All four of them.
"I'll never be fat..." I snarl to myself as I march away, forever blocking any visions of whatever disturbing activities were happening behind that door.
END
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x-posted to scrubs_slash scrubsfic