Fic: And for the Moment, (You Can Hardly Breathe) - un_love_you Table
Title: And for the Moment (You Can Hardly Breathe)
Author: nighthawkms
Warnings: Angst, angst, ANGST.
Pairing(s): JD/Cox
Notes: Short one-shot. First fic for the Un-Love You Table. Number 11 on the table.
Disclaimer: Scrubs is the property of Bill Lawrence and NBC. I make no claims to ownership, I'm just playing in the 'verse.
11. Thought I needed this.
“So, that’s it?”
“Yeah… that’s it.”
Perry watches JD’s fingers tap idly on the doorframe, figure poised in the entrance, eyes averting slightly to the left in that ever-so-far-off way he has about himself when he’s getting lost in thought. What he’s thinking about; well, it’s pretty damn obvious…
A sharp whistle breaks the air, and JD’s eyes snap back to Perry, who’s lounging on the couch, beer bottle swinging between his thumb and index finger, lips pursed and throat dry. He’s got baggy sweatpants and even baggier creases under his eyes, shot with red lines, but still set firmly on the man in the doorway.
“Well then…” Perry throws back a gulp of ale, his view of JD momentarily distorted by the glazed-brown beer bottle, which glints in the dim apartment lighting. Throat still dry, he croaks out; “mind telling me why?”
JD answers with a shrug, resting back on the door jamb and shoving his hands into his pockets. The reaction annoys Perry; he feels a twitch at the edge of his eyelid and shifts position, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees; swinging the bottle side-to-side like a pendulum.
“Gonna need more than that, Newbie.”
“You said you were doing me a favor in all of this,” JD says suddenly, letting the statement hang in the air like a dead weight of accusation, hard punching and indisputable.
Perry squints, tries to quench his thirst with the bottle again, and fails.
“Turns out… I didn’t need a favor.”
Somewhere in the apartment, a clock strikes the hour, and Perry tips the bottle back one more time, emptying its contents down his throat until he’s sucking fumes. When he looks back down, JD’s gone, the open doorway being the only clue that he was ever there.
Perry fingers the neck of the beer bottle with one hand, picking at the label with the other. Eyes shut, he breathes out a question to the silence:
“…then what did you need?”
X-posted to scrubsfic and jd_cox
Author: nighthawkms
Warnings: Angst, angst, ANGST.
Pairing(s): JD/Cox
Notes: Short one-shot. First fic for the Un-Love You Table. Number 11 on the table.
Disclaimer: Scrubs is the property of Bill Lawrence and NBC. I make no claims to ownership, I'm just playing in the 'verse.
11. Thought I needed this.
“So, that’s it?”
“Yeah… that’s it.”
Perry watches JD’s fingers tap idly on the doorframe, figure poised in the entrance, eyes averting slightly to the left in that ever-so-far-off way he has about himself when he’s getting lost in thought. What he’s thinking about; well, it’s pretty damn obvious…
A sharp whistle breaks the air, and JD’s eyes snap back to Perry, who’s lounging on the couch, beer bottle swinging between his thumb and index finger, lips pursed and throat dry. He’s got baggy sweatpants and even baggier creases under his eyes, shot with red lines, but still set firmly on the man in the doorway.
“Well then…” Perry throws back a gulp of ale, his view of JD momentarily distorted by the glazed-brown beer bottle, which glints in the dim apartment lighting. Throat still dry, he croaks out; “mind telling me why?”
JD answers with a shrug, resting back on the door jamb and shoving his hands into his pockets. The reaction annoys Perry; he feels a twitch at the edge of his eyelid and shifts position, leaning forward to rest his elbows on his knees; swinging the bottle side-to-side like a pendulum.
“Gonna need more than that, Newbie.”
“You said you were doing me a favor in all of this,” JD says suddenly, letting the statement hang in the air like a dead weight of accusation, hard punching and indisputable.
Perry squints, tries to quench his thirst with the bottle again, and fails.
“Turns out… I didn’t need a favor.”
Somewhere in the apartment, a clock strikes the hour, and Perry tips the bottle back one more time, emptying its contents down his throat until he’s sucking fumes. When he looks back down, JD’s gone, the open doorway being the only clue that he was ever there.
Perry fingers the neck of the beer bottle with one hand, picking at the label with the other. Eyes shut, he breathes out a question to the silence:
“…then what did you need?”
X-posted to scrubsfic and jd_cox