SCRUBS FIC-LET: His Turkey Day [Cox/JD, PG] 1/1
Title: His Turkey Day
Author: Kipli
Email: Kipli@livejournal.com
Series: Scrubs
Pairing: Cox/JD, Jack
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~180
Summary: Is a nice, bloated nap just too much to ask for?
Disclaimer: Not my 'verse, I just play with them.
Notes: Fluff. Established relationship. Not necessarily connected to anything else I've done. This is all nighthawkms fault for the random comment over herez. Have a Happy Thanksgiving all. ;)
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His Turkey Day
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It wasn't bad enough that he had Jack watching Disney. Again.
It wasn't bad enough that they sang every song. *Every* damn song. Together. In harmony.
It wasn't bad enough that they then re-watched the same damn movie. Three times. In a row. All damn day long.
Oh no.
I couldn't just tune them out. I couldn't just enjoy myself in peace.
I had to wake up from my turkey induced nap. To this. Belting from the master bath.
"Can you paaaaiiiint with all the colooooors of the wiiiiinnnnd!"
Oh fantastic.
My very own Pocahontas. Serenading the shower curtain.
Jack stirs and turns his head to mumble sleepily into my chest, "...all deh colors..."
Lord.
He is spending far too much time with JD.
I grunt and wrap an arm around him.
Though still, disturbing musicals aside, it's been one of the best Thanksgivings ever. I mean, no one got stabbed or punched this year. Always a plus.
Although if JD doesn't let me get back to my nap, this unexpected lull in violence may just change...
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x-posted to jd_cox scrubs_slash scrubsfic
Author: Kipli
Email: Kipli@livejournal.com
Series: Scrubs
Pairing: Cox/JD, Jack
Rating: PG
Word Count: ~180
Summary: Is a nice, bloated nap just too much to ask for?
Disclaimer: Not my 'verse, I just play with them.
Notes: Fluff. Established relationship. Not necessarily connected to anything else I've done. This is all nighthawkms fault for the random comment over herez. Have a Happy Thanksgiving all. ;)
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His Turkey Day
***
It wasn't bad enough that he had Jack watching Disney. Again.
It wasn't bad enough that they sang every song. *Every* damn song. Together. In harmony.
It wasn't bad enough that they then re-watched the same damn movie. Three times. In a row. All damn day long.
Oh no.
I couldn't just tune them out. I couldn't just enjoy myself in peace.
I had to wake up from my turkey induced nap. To this. Belting from the master bath.
"Can you paaaaiiiint with all the colooooors of the wiiiiinnnnd!"
Oh fantastic.
My very own Pocahontas. Serenading the shower curtain.
Jack stirs and turns his head to mumble sleepily into my chest, "...all deh colors..."
Lord.
He is spending far too much time with JD.
I grunt and wrap an arm around him.
Though still, disturbing musicals aside, it's been one of the best Thanksgivings ever. I mean, no one got stabbed or punched this year. Always a plus.
Although if JD doesn't let me get back to my nap, this unexpected lull in violence may just change...
END
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x-posted to jd_cox scrubs_slash scrubsfic