Fic: Take These Chances To Turn It Around 3/5 (JD/Cox)
Title: Take These Chances to Turn It Around
Chapter: 3/5
Author: nighthawkms (beta'd by emilys_knickers)
Genre: AR Future Fic, Angst
Warnings: Explicit content, obscenity
Pairing:(s) JD/Cox
Summary: Perry returns to Sacred Heart after five years to try and tie up loose ends. The problem is, those ends don't seem to want to stay tied down. Future takes place approx. "Season 9".
Disclaimer: Scrubs is the property of Bill Lawrence and NBC. I make no claims to ownership, I'm just playing in the 'verse.
Part 1 Theme: When It Rains- Paramore
Notes: Aaaaand I'm BACK! JanNoWriMo utterly destroyed me, but I managed to DEFEAT it! And my JanNo was a SCRUBS FIC! So look forward to that in like.... 6 months when I actually finish and beta it =D Anyways, here's part 3! Now that I don't have JanNo to worry about, this should start updating faster.
Part 1
Part 2
The funeral parlor was a quiet little place, holding a few viewing rooms filled with masses of people in black. Perry scanned the crowd entering the building, looking for familiar faces. Oddly enough, the janitor was the first recognizable face that popped into view. The man’s gaze caught his own, and he gave Perry a nod of greeting; Perry returned it before following Jordan inside.
They were directed to a viewing room off to the side. Jordan greeted an elderly woman wearing a beaded black veil in the doorway, and Perry, remembering the photos on Kelso’s office desk, realized it was the widow herself, Enid.
“Perry Cox,” she greeted him, shaking his hand firmly. She was tall and lanky, curled white hair hidden under the hairpiece of the veil, blue eyes dulled grey from what must’ve been her grief.
“I’m so glad you came. Robert always told me to make sure you came to his funeral. I haven’t the faintest clue why, but maybe you do.” She gave a heavy shrug and sighed. “Please stay as long as you need to, and you’re both invited to the funeral mass and burial, of course.”
In the back of his mind, Perry was trying to formulate reasons why the hell Kelso would insist on him being at the funeral, but to Enid, he only gave a nod, and steered Jordan away before they got into any conversations.
“Perry, hand off the arm.”
“Sorry, I just…”
He really didn’t want to admit that he was keeping close to Jordan as an excuse to not have to talk to anyone else. He didn’t know what would happen if he was questioned about his abrupt departure from Sacred Heart; it was a train of thought he didn’t want to be interrogated on at the moment.
Jordan seemed to sense his tension, and Perry cursed her ability to do so as she pushed him up towards the open casket. “You’ve avoided them for five years; enough is enough,” she muttered to him as she pressed him out of the crowd and drew away, leaving him alone by the casket.
No one was waiting to view the body, so Perry stepped up and looked down onto his former boss’s face.
If it hadn’t been inappropriate, Perry would’ve grinned; even in death, Kelso still wore a scowl, albeit lighter than his usual one. And if Perry didn’t know better… he would’ve sworn the scowl had darkened when he walked up to the coffin.
Maybe he’s not dead, and invited me to scare the shit out of me as revenge.
Perry looked to both sides for a moment before glancing back down at the coffin. He reached over the side and placed a finger lightly on the top of Kelso’s hand.
It was stone cold. Kelso really had bit the dust.
Perry drew his arm back, feeling a slight bit of sadness for the first time. True, Kelso had been an incorrigible, greedy, capitalistic-minded bastard, but Perry had felt at least a small amount of respect for him; the man had shown he was capable of doing good things every once in a while.
Rest in peace there, Bobo, Perry thought to himself as he drew back, turning to go find Jordan.
And then he was met with a close up view of JD’s face.
After his heart started beating again, Perry stepped back to put more distance between them.
“Hello, Perry,” JD said as the other man gave him a once over. “I was wondering if you were coming.”
JD looked like an adult. It shocked Perry, staring at the same man, who only a few years before had seemed like a naïve puppy. His hair was no longer thick with god-awful hair gel; it held no product and fell to the sides of JD’s head in waves, cropped shorter into a respectable, tidy cut. There were gray hairs among the mass, and noticeable lightening at the fringes beside his ears. He was still tall and skinny, but less lanky, with noticeable muscle tone. The way he carried himself was different too. There was an air of wisdom in his expression that hadn’t been there when Perry had left.
“Wouldn’t miss this,” Perry finally said after getting over the shock and pushing away the panic welling up inside of him. “One last chance to give Kelso a piece of my mind? You know me better than that Ne- JD.” He really couldn’t call the guy a newbie anymore, could he?
The slip-up was quick, but JD caught it, chuckling in response.
Perry frowned slightly. Chuckling? JD didn’t… chuckle. He giggled. But no, this was definitely a chuckle.
“I’m not a newbie anymore,” JD said, continuing their light banter. “Hell, only a few people like Turk and Carla call me JD around the hospital; everybody else uses ‘Doctor Dorian.’”
Perry gave him a nod. “So how has the hospital been, Dr. Dorian?”
“Not much has changed.” Perry beat back the twinge in his chest that hit when JD didn’t correct Perry’s use of his last name. Damn it, they… had they really lost that much of the closeness between them? “I want to pay my last respects, do you mind if I…?”
“Oh, yeah.” Perry stepped to the side. “Go ahead.”
They nodded at each other, and Perry moved back into the crowd.
When he found Jordan in the back row of seats, he sat down next to her silently, thoughts clouding his mind as he brooded. She seemed to sense his mood, because she didn’t talk to him or push him for answers as to why he’d just taken so long.
So, his first meeting with JD, and the coldness between them had felt deadly. Perry was already sick of the words ‘Doctor Dorian’ forming on his tongue; they were unnatural and didn’t suit the JD he knew and…liked.
He’s not that JD anymore though, Perry thought, feelings of sadness needling their way into his chest. I should’ve realized that before I came.
~
Five months into his secret relationship with JD, Perry made the biggest fuckup of his life.
It had been at the end of a particularly steamy night of sex at his apartment; Jordan was out of town for the weekend at her mother’s house, giving them ample time to themselves. They’d spent most of the evening trying out new things and experimenting, and he’d learned some of the most pleasurable maneuvers ever created (and also ones that he would never be doing again).
They were coming to their newest climax now, JD leaning up against the headboard as Perry pounded into him mercilessly. Both men were soaked in sweat and panting harshly, seemingly lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Finally, JD let out a cry and sagged back, semen splattering against Perry’s stomach. Perry followed soon after, gasping out as he emptied himself into the younger man below.
Perry collapsed his body on top of JD’s, burying his face into the other man’s shoulder as he tried to pull his brain out of the dreamy haze it was in. God, everything was beautiful about this moment, and he would be frozen in it for eternity if he could.
Pulling his face up, he looked over at JD, who had his head lying back against the pillow, eyes closed as he attempted to catch his breath. The sight of the younger man’s face made Perry’s brain flood with a mirth of emotions, and before he knew it, words were slipping out of his mouth.
“I love you so fucking much.”
Both men froze when they realized what Perry had said. JD’s eyes popped open, and he swiveled his head to look at the other man, jaw hanging open in shock.
Perry, meanwhile, was about to hyperventilate, and his body started going into panic mode, urging him to flee, flee, run away! Oh god, he’d fucked up so badly; this wasn’t supposed to happen!
“You… you what?”
“I-I…”
Speak Perry! Think of something you idiot! How had this happened? He couldn’t be in love with Newbie; he had a wife (okay, ex-wife) and kid at home! This was madness! It just couldn’t be…
“Oh fuck it,” he said, dropping his head back to rest on JD’s shoulder. “I fucking love you, god knows why.”
There was silence for a moment, and then JD’s chest started vibrating with laughter.
Perry growled against the man’s skin. “So you think that’s funny?” He swung his head up to glare at JD, but his expression melted into one of shock moments later.
Tears were streaming down the other man’s face; he was truly hysterical, and seemed like he was about to snap. Perry jumped slightly as JD suddenly wrapped his arms around the other man’s chest, burying his face into Perry’s shoulder.
“…J-JD?”
Now the younger man was shuddering beneath him. “JD, what the hell is wrong?” Perry shouted, trying to keep the note of panic out of his voice
“I never thought you would say it!”
JD looked up at him, heart-wrenching joy splayed on his face through the tears. “You don’t know how fucking happy you just made me.”
Perry waited for JD to calm down, and when his eyes had finally dried, the older man leaned over and pressed his lips to JD’s in a soft kiss. “Apparently we’re on the same wavelength,” he mumbled against JD’s lips. “I never thought I would either.”
~
Perry didn’t see JD again until the burial two days later.
Either the younger man was avoiding him, or Perry was subconsciously trying to not notice him. He suspected the former, as every second that he’d been with the funeral party; he’d been attempting to catch the other man in his view.
He had run into Carla and Turk before the funeral. Carla had pulled him into a giant hug, muttering into his ear that if he thought he was going to disappear completely like he had before, that he had another thing coming to him.
It was times like these that Perry thanked god that Carla hadn’t been able to persuade Jordan to tell them where he was living now.
Turk had shook his hand and then stepped away to let Carla do what she wanted to. Perry knew the other man was still mad at him for hurting JD, and he couldn’t blame him. But Carla had been Perry’s friend for a lot longer than the others, and felt no qualms about tearing into him right then and there.
“You are not leaving here without telling me your address and phone number,” she said, staring at him with a gaze that said ‘just try and defy me.’ “Do you realize how much some people around here have missed you?” Perry had an idea that she wasn’t just referring to herself.
“We’ll see.” Carla’s expression got even darker, but the mass was starting, and Jordan came to get him to their seats.
“Thank me later,” she muttered into his ear as they moved into the end of a pew. “But I don’t think you can hold that woman off forever.” Perry silently agreed, though he had been doing well at that for the last five years.
Kelso was buried in the same cemetery that Ben and the other Sullivans were in. Years after his divorce, Perry had found out that the two families had some relation to each other, and it was just one more reason for Perry to be grateful that he was no longer married to Jordan. Working under Kelso was bad enough; being related was some sick joke.
When the burial ceremony was over, Perry pulled away from the departing crowds to head over to Ben’s tombstone. Jordan was still hurting from her brother’s death after all this time, and refused to join him, so he stood in front of the grave marker alone, counting the areas where it had started to mold.
Maybe Perry wasn’t healed more completely over Ben’s death than Jordan, because the last time he’d been here had been for Ben’s own burial. He remembered the haze he’d been in during the days after Ben’s death; walking around like a dead man and hallucinating that his best friend was still alive. JD had been the one to finally break him out of the dream state and realize the reality of Ben’s death…
It hit Perry like a hammer. He could still feel JD’s hand on his shoulder as his heart broke open, tears running in waves down his face. They’d walked through the stones afterwards, having one of the deepest conversations he’d ever had with the other man in his life; somehow opening up to JD more than he thought he ever could…
And then he realized why Kelso had invited him to the funeral. It would force both he and JD into a situation where they had to interact, and that interaction might cause the rift between them to close.
Perry didn’t think Kelso had done it because he really cared about them or their relationship. He really thought that the man had done it to make Perry feel uncomfortable and to get a last bit of revenge by disrupting his new life.
Whatever the reason had been, it had obviously worked. Here he was now, after all, with old emotions welling up inside of his chest and memories forcing themselves into his brain
“Damn you, ya bastard,” Perry croaked out, sinking to his knees in front of Ben’s grave. “You couldn’t let me be, could ya?”
Part 4
X-posted to scrubsfic and jd_cox
Chapter: 3/5
Author: nighthawkms (beta'd by emilys_knickers)
Genre: AR Future Fic, Angst
Warnings: Explicit content, obscenity
Pairing:(s) JD/Cox
Summary: Perry returns to Sacred Heart after five years to try and tie up loose ends. The problem is, those ends don't seem to want to stay tied down. Future takes place approx. "Season 9".
Disclaimer: Scrubs is the property of Bill Lawrence and NBC. I make no claims to ownership, I'm just playing in the 'verse.
Part 1 Theme: When It Rains- Paramore
Notes: Aaaaand I'm BACK! JanNoWriMo utterly destroyed me, but I managed to DEFEAT it! And my JanNo was a SCRUBS FIC! So look forward to that in like.... 6 months when I actually finish and beta it =D Anyways, here's part 3! Now that I don't have JanNo to worry about, this should start updating faster.
Part 1
Part 2
The funeral parlor was a quiet little place, holding a few viewing rooms filled with masses of people in black. Perry scanned the crowd entering the building, looking for familiar faces. Oddly enough, the janitor was the first recognizable face that popped into view. The man’s gaze caught his own, and he gave Perry a nod of greeting; Perry returned it before following Jordan inside.
They were directed to a viewing room off to the side. Jordan greeted an elderly woman wearing a beaded black veil in the doorway, and Perry, remembering the photos on Kelso’s office desk, realized it was the widow herself, Enid.
“Perry Cox,” she greeted him, shaking his hand firmly. She was tall and lanky, curled white hair hidden under the hairpiece of the veil, blue eyes dulled grey from what must’ve been her grief.
“I’m so glad you came. Robert always told me to make sure you came to his funeral. I haven’t the faintest clue why, but maybe you do.” She gave a heavy shrug and sighed. “Please stay as long as you need to, and you’re both invited to the funeral mass and burial, of course.”
In the back of his mind, Perry was trying to formulate reasons why the hell Kelso would insist on him being at the funeral, but to Enid, he only gave a nod, and steered Jordan away before they got into any conversations.
“Perry, hand off the arm.”
“Sorry, I just…”
He really didn’t want to admit that he was keeping close to Jordan as an excuse to not have to talk to anyone else. He didn’t know what would happen if he was questioned about his abrupt departure from Sacred Heart; it was a train of thought he didn’t want to be interrogated on at the moment.
Jordan seemed to sense his tension, and Perry cursed her ability to do so as she pushed him up towards the open casket. “You’ve avoided them for five years; enough is enough,” she muttered to him as she pressed him out of the crowd and drew away, leaving him alone by the casket.
No one was waiting to view the body, so Perry stepped up and looked down onto his former boss’s face.
If it hadn’t been inappropriate, Perry would’ve grinned; even in death, Kelso still wore a scowl, albeit lighter than his usual one. And if Perry didn’t know better… he would’ve sworn the scowl had darkened when he walked up to the coffin.
Maybe he’s not dead, and invited me to scare the shit out of me as revenge.
Perry looked to both sides for a moment before glancing back down at the coffin. He reached over the side and placed a finger lightly on the top of Kelso’s hand.
It was stone cold. Kelso really had bit the dust.
Perry drew his arm back, feeling a slight bit of sadness for the first time. True, Kelso had been an incorrigible, greedy, capitalistic-minded bastard, but Perry had felt at least a small amount of respect for him; the man had shown he was capable of doing good things every once in a while.
Rest in peace there, Bobo, Perry thought to himself as he drew back, turning to go find Jordan.
And then he was met with a close up view of JD’s face.
After his heart started beating again, Perry stepped back to put more distance between them.
“Hello, Perry,” JD said as the other man gave him a once over. “I was wondering if you were coming.”
JD looked like an adult. It shocked Perry, staring at the same man, who only a few years before had seemed like a naïve puppy. His hair was no longer thick with god-awful hair gel; it held no product and fell to the sides of JD’s head in waves, cropped shorter into a respectable, tidy cut. There were gray hairs among the mass, and noticeable lightening at the fringes beside his ears. He was still tall and skinny, but less lanky, with noticeable muscle tone. The way he carried himself was different too. There was an air of wisdom in his expression that hadn’t been there when Perry had left.
“Wouldn’t miss this,” Perry finally said after getting over the shock and pushing away the panic welling up inside of him. “One last chance to give Kelso a piece of my mind? You know me better than that Ne- JD.” He really couldn’t call the guy a newbie anymore, could he?
The slip-up was quick, but JD caught it, chuckling in response.
Perry frowned slightly. Chuckling? JD didn’t… chuckle. He giggled. But no, this was definitely a chuckle.
“I’m not a newbie anymore,” JD said, continuing their light banter. “Hell, only a few people like Turk and Carla call me JD around the hospital; everybody else uses ‘Doctor Dorian.’”
Perry gave him a nod. “So how has the hospital been, Dr. Dorian?”
“Not much has changed.” Perry beat back the twinge in his chest that hit when JD didn’t correct Perry’s use of his last name. Damn it, they… had they really lost that much of the closeness between them? “I want to pay my last respects, do you mind if I…?”
“Oh, yeah.” Perry stepped to the side. “Go ahead.”
They nodded at each other, and Perry moved back into the crowd.
When he found Jordan in the back row of seats, he sat down next to her silently, thoughts clouding his mind as he brooded. She seemed to sense his mood, because she didn’t talk to him or push him for answers as to why he’d just taken so long.
So, his first meeting with JD, and the coldness between them had felt deadly. Perry was already sick of the words ‘Doctor Dorian’ forming on his tongue; they were unnatural and didn’t suit the JD he knew and…liked.
He’s not that JD anymore though, Perry thought, feelings of sadness needling their way into his chest. I should’ve realized that before I came.
~
Five months into his secret relationship with JD, Perry made the biggest fuckup of his life.
It had been at the end of a particularly steamy night of sex at his apartment; Jordan was out of town for the weekend at her mother’s house, giving them ample time to themselves. They’d spent most of the evening trying out new things and experimenting, and he’d learned some of the most pleasurable maneuvers ever created (and also ones that he would never be doing again).
They were coming to their newest climax now, JD leaning up against the headboard as Perry pounded into him mercilessly. Both men were soaked in sweat and panting harshly, seemingly lost in the ecstasy of the moment.
Finally, JD let out a cry and sagged back, semen splattering against Perry’s stomach. Perry followed soon after, gasping out as he emptied himself into the younger man below.
Perry collapsed his body on top of JD’s, burying his face into the other man’s shoulder as he tried to pull his brain out of the dreamy haze it was in. God, everything was beautiful about this moment, and he would be frozen in it for eternity if he could.
Pulling his face up, he looked over at JD, who had his head lying back against the pillow, eyes closed as he attempted to catch his breath. The sight of the younger man’s face made Perry’s brain flood with a mirth of emotions, and before he knew it, words were slipping out of his mouth.
“I love you so fucking much.”
Both men froze when they realized what Perry had said. JD’s eyes popped open, and he swiveled his head to look at the other man, jaw hanging open in shock.
Perry, meanwhile, was about to hyperventilate, and his body started going into panic mode, urging him to flee, flee, run away! Oh god, he’d fucked up so badly; this wasn’t supposed to happen!
“You… you what?”
“I-I…”
Speak Perry! Think of something you idiot! How had this happened? He couldn’t be in love with Newbie; he had a wife (okay, ex-wife) and kid at home! This was madness! It just couldn’t be…
“Oh fuck it,” he said, dropping his head back to rest on JD’s shoulder. “I fucking love you, god knows why.”
There was silence for a moment, and then JD’s chest started vibrating with laughter.
Perry growled against the man’s skin. “So you think that’s funny?” He swung his head up to glare at JD, but his expression melted into one of shock moments later.
Tears were streaming down the other man’s face; he was truly hysterical, and seemed like he was about to snap. Perry jumped slightly as JD suddenly wrapped his arms around the other man’s chest, burying his face into Perry’s shoulder.
“…J-JD?”
Now the younger man was shuddering beneath him. “JD, what the hell is wrong?” Perry shouted, trying to keep the note of panic out of his voice
“I never thought you would say it!”
JD looked up at him, heart-wrenching joy splayed on his face through the tears. “You don’t know how fucking happy you just made me.”
Perry waited for JD to calm down, and when his eyes had finally dried, the older man leaned over and pressed his lips to JD’s in a soft kiss. “Apparently we’re on the same wavelength,” he mumbled against JD’s lips. “I never thought I would either.”
~
Perry didn’t see JD again until the burial two days later.
Either the younger man was avoiding him, or Perry was subconsciously trying to not notice him. He suspected the former, as every second that he’d been with the funeral party; he’d been attempting to catch the other man in his view.
He had run into Carla and Turk before the funeral. Carla had pulled him into a giant hug, muttering into his ear that if he thought he was going to disappear completely like he had before, that he had another thing coming to him.
It was times like these that Perry thanked god that Carla hadn’t been able to persuade Jordan to tell them where he was living now.
Turk had shook his hand and then stepped away to let Carla do what she wanted to. Perry knew the other man was still mad at him for hurting JD, and he couldn’t blame him. But Carla had been Perry’s friend for a lot longer than the others, and felt no qualms about tearing into him right then and there.
“You are not leaving here without telling me your address and phone number,” she said, staring at him with a gaze that said ‘just try and defy me.’ “Do you realize how much some people around here have missed you?” Perry had an idea that she wasn’t just referring to herself.
“We’ll see.” Carla’s expression got even darker, but the mass was starting, and Jordan came to get him to their seats.
“Thank me later,” she muttered into his ear as they moved into the end of a pew. “But I don’t think you can hold that woman off forever.” Perry silently agreed, though he had been doing well at that for the last five years.
Kelso was buried in the same cemetery that Ben and the other Sullivans were in. Years after his divorce, Perry had found out that the two families had some relation to each other, and it was just one more reason for Perry to be grateful that he was no longer married to Jordan. Working under Kelso was bad enough; being related was some sick joke.
When the burial ceremony was over, Perry pulled away from the departing crowds to head over to Ben’s tombstone. Jordan was still hurting from her brother’s death after all this time, and refused to join him, so he stood in front of the grave marker alone, counting the areas where it had started to mold.
Maybe Perry wasn’t healed more completely over Ben’s death than Jordan, because the last time he’d been here had been for Ben’s own burial. He remembered the haze he’d been in during the days after Ben’s death; walking around like a dead man and hallucinating that his best friend was still alive. JD had been the one to finally break him out of the dream state and realize the reality of Ben’s death…
It hit Perry like a hammer. He could still feel JD’s hand on his shoulder as his heart broke open, tears running in waves down his face. They’d walked through the stones afterwards, having one of the deepest conversations he’d ever had with the other man in his life; somehow opening up to JD more than he thought he ever could…
And then he realized why Kelso had invited him to the funeral. It would force both he and JD into a situation where they had to interact, and that interaction might cause the rift between them to close.
Perry didn’t think Kelso had done it because he really cared about them or their relationship. He really thought that the man had done it to make Perry feel uncomfortable and to get a last bit of revenge by disrupting his new life.
Whatever the reason had been, it had obviously worked. Here he was now, after all, with old emotions welling up inside of his chest and memories forcing themselves into his brain
“Damn you, ya bastard,” Perry croaked out, sinking to his knees in front of Ben’s grave. “You couldn’t let me be, could ya?”
Part 4
X-posted to scrubsfic and jd_cox