I Know That He Knows. Maybe. I Guess. I Don't Know. (Scrubs, Elliot/Jordan)
Title: I Know That He Knows. Maybe. I Guess. I Don't Know.
For: scrubsfichallng #3: Hey, Barbie
Fandom: Scrubs
Characters/Pairing: Elliot, Dr. Cox, implied Elliot/Jordan
Spoilers: S1/S2-ish
Rating: PG
Word Count: 581
Summary: Elliot swears that Dr. Cox knows.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
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Elliot swears that Dr. Cox knows. Knows things. Well, of course he knows things. More specifically, he knows about the whole her-and-Jordan thing. Because he's just acting more mean and there's got to be a reason for that, right? Though maybe she's just imagining that he's being meaner because she feels guilty. It's a chicken or the egg thing or maybe it's not that at all, and her mind is going way too fast even for her, and--
Oh God, Dr. Cox is approaching her right now.
Right now.
RIGHT NOW.
This is the time that her brain should speed up and find a way for her to appear totally normal and calm. (Well, as normal and calm as she can generally manage.) Or her legs should start moving the whole of her to someplace Dr. Cox isn't.
But she just stands there, her thoughts slowing down until she can't think at all.
Oh, real great. Mind and body have failed her. Again.
But as he gets closer, Elliot's mind is resurrected. She starts to wonder, well, what if he does know, and he's coming toward her to say, "I know you're sleeping with my ex-wife." Then everyone will find out that she's kind of gay and Dr. Cox will get even meaner, and she'll have a nervous breakdown. A real big, very public nervous breakdown and she'll have to move in with her parents, and her mother will say, "I told you being a lesbian would cause nothing but problems." Then she'd have to re-out Barry to prove that being gay doesn't automatically cause nervous breakdowns, prompting her parents to send Barry back to hetero camp. And at camp, he'll have a nervous breakdown, and oh God, Thanksgiving is going to be so awkward.
She doesn't know what will happen after that, but she does know that she can't face the ex-husband of the woman she likes to call her girlfriend. (Jordan prefers to talk of their relationship in more sexually-charged terms.) Not right now, at least. She ducks down, but her attempt at hiding isn't very successful.
"You have to crouch behind something for it to be in any way difficult for me to see you. I would've thought this to be a concept even you could grasp, but I guess I was overestimating you."
"I wasn't hiding," Elliot says. As she stands, she blows away a piece of hair that's fallen over her face. "Or trying to hide. I thought I saw a penny, but I didn't, and then--"
He gives her a time-out signal. "I don't care. I'm going to ask you another question, and please, please, please, keep your answer short. What the hell is wrong with you?"
She bites her lip to keep from speaking.
"I'm talking to you, Barbie. If you don't answer me soon, I will run out of what little concern I have for you and your heightened level of insanity."
"Nothing," she says quickly. "Nothing at all--"
He does the time-out signal again. "That's enough. Just take a break. Go spend time with your girlfriend." She stares at him with wide eyes. "Charlene."
"Oh! JD! Yes! JD is the most girly person I've ever slept with--" That's not really a lie. "--so he would be my girlfriend. If anyone were to be my girlfriend."
An uneasy mix of confusion and apathy spreads over his face. But then he walks away, so it's all okay.
Well. For now.
END
For: scrubsfichallng #3: Hey, Barbie
Fandom: Scrubs
Characters/Pairing: Elliot, Dr. Cox, implied Elliot/Jordan
Spoilers: S1/S2-ish
Rating: PG
Word Count: 581
Summary: Elliot swears that Dr. Cox knows.
Disclaimer: Not mine. Don't sue.
*
Elliot swears that Dr. Cox knows. Knows things. Well, of course he knows things. More specifically, he knows about the whole her-and-Jordan thing. Because he's just acting more mean and there's got to be a reason for that, right? Though maybe she's just imagining that he's being meaner because she feels guilty. It's a chicken or the egg thing or maybe it's not that at all, and her mind is going way too fast even for her, and--
Oh God, Dr. Cox is approaching her right now.
Right now.
RIGHT NOW.
This is the time that her brain should speed up and find a way for her to appear totally normal and calm. (Well, as normal and calm as she can generally manage.) Or her legs should start moving the whole of her to someplace Dr. Cox isn't.
But she just stands there, her thoughts slowing down until she can't think at all.
Oh, real great. Mind and body have failed her. Again.
But as he gets closer, Elliot's mind is resurrected. She starts to wonder, well, what if he does know, and he's coming toward her to say, "I know you're sleeping with my ex-wife." Then everyone will find out that she's kind of gay and Dr. Cox will get even meaner, and she'll have a nervous breakdown. A real big, very public nervous breakdown and she'll have to move in with her parents, and her mother will say, "I told you being a lesbian would cause nothing but problems." Then she'd have to re-out Barry to prove that being gay doesn't automatically cause nervous breakdowns, prompting her parents to send Barry back to hetero camp. And at camp, he'll have a nervous breakdown, and oh God, Thanksgiving is going to be so awkward.
She doesn't know what will happen after that, but she does know that she can't face the ex-husband of the woman she likes to call her girlfriend. (Jordan prefers to talk of their relationship in more sexually-charged terms.) Not right now, at least. She ducks down, but her attempt at hiding isn't very successful.
"You have to crouch behind something for it to be in any way difficult for me to see you. I would've thought this to be a concept even you could grasp, but I guess I was overestimating you."
"I wasn't hiding," Elliot says. As she stands, she blows away a piece of hair that's fallen over her face. "Or trying to hide. I thought I saw a penny, but I didn't, and then--"
He gives her a time-out signal. "I don't care. I'm going to ask you another question, and please, please, please, keep your answer short. What the hell is wrong with you?"
She bites her lip to keep from speaking.
"I'm talking to you, Barbie. If you don't answer me soon, I will run out of what little concern I have for you and your heightened level of insanity."
"Nothing," she says quickly. "Nothing at all--"
He does the time-out signal again. "That's enough. Just take a break. Go spend time with your girlfriend." She stares at him with wide eyes. "Charlene."
"Oh! JD! Yes! JD is the most girly person I've ever slept with--" That's not really a lie. "--so he would be my girlfriend. If anyone were to be my girlfriend."
An uneasy mix of confusion and apathy spreads over his face. But then he walks away, so it's all okay.
Well. For now.
END