Fic: Fides: Chapter 1
Name: Fides
Chapter: Chapter 1: In This World So Wrong (1/?)
Author: nighthawkms (Beta'd by emilys_knickers and dark_tsume_fan
Fandom: Scrubs
Genre: Dark, Fantasy, Slash, Supernatural, AU
Story Rating: R
Warnings: Demons, religious references, violence, sexual situations
Summary: Perry's got a problem, and seeks some alternative help. When his plan goes awry, can JD figure out what's happened and find a way to save him?
Notes: Yes, I'm a total bitch for not posting the 2nd part for over a MONTH. Let's just say that I've been doing tons of stuff this summer, and Fides totally fell off track for me. It's back on though; I'm hoping to have a regular update schedule of Wednesday nights. I'm in Canada right now, and I'm leaving for the US next Thursday morning (like, at 3:30 am), so I'm not sure how a post would go, but I will really, REALLY try.
Story Theme Song: Dance with the Devil- Breaking Benjamin
Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs; Bill Lawrence and NBC do. If I did, there would be a camera in every single storage closet. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
JD didn’t believe in horoscopes. He really didn’t. Yeah, they were pretty fun to look at; sometimes the advice was good. But they really didn’t have any affect on his day.
When he glanced at the morning paper on the table of the break room and saw that his number was a two… out of ten, JD rethought his beliefs.
Drip drop. The sound of coffee being made. Lifeblood, one order, coming up. It didn’t help that Dr. Cox had decided to skip out on a twelve hour shift (putting Kelso on the warpath as per usual). Really, he could’ve done without that, along with nicking himself while shaving, getting vomit on his scrubs after the first patient of the day, and being told by Kelso that if Dr. Cox wasn’t around to do certain important paperwork items, he would have to himself.
Yeah, he could’ve done without that.
Coffee, he mused, was a great invention, but also the worst possible thing ever to happen to mankind. Look; a great new drink that makes people stay up longer but also makes them ultimately less productive!
Introducing, twelve hour shifts.
Oh god, he was going to kill Dr. Cox. Rip him a new one. Dr. Cox would walk in, all suave and rested and not looking like hell (in fact, his muscles would bulge against his shirt and his hair would be curly and perfect and he’d hoist JD up and- no, stop that). JD would walk up to him and bite his head off. Yeah, that was it.
Fuck, who was he kidding?
He groaned, letting his head clunk down onto the table and letting out a sigh. Like he could ever take on Dr. Cox. Perry (when did he get so comfy calling Dr. Cox that?) was a mountain lion, and he was the baby gazelle trying to somehow outrun it. It was a bad Discovery Channel documentary, and you always knew that the gazelle was going to die, but you couldn’t stop watching; you didn’t want to give up hope, and it seemed so close to safety, and then- lion chow. Would you like fries with that, Dr. Cox?
This was why Turk was always right. There was no way that Dr. Cox had been civil, let alone nice to him over the past few weeks, and JD was crazy for thinking such. Ah, his Chocolate Bear knew him best. Even though Perry’s shoulder brushes were getting a little softer and longer… the charts to the back of the head more playful than angry… the glances less full of malice and more of curio- stop it JD. Stop it right now.
Sigh. Turk was right. Dr. Cox was an asshole, through and through. This just proved it. He didn’t care about JD; didn’t care about anyone. So what if he’d consoled JD after his dad had died? So what if he’d started letting JD call him Perry and dragged him out to bars when he was depressed and let him baby-sit Jack and- shut up shut up shut up.
Turk was so right. Uh huh. Totally.
Wait a minute. Those pounding footsteps… the sound of Doug screaming in terror… things smashing to the floor… oh shit!
“Newbie.”
Okay JD, turn around very slowly. Maybe he doesn’t see you; maybe if you stay still he’ll-
“You know, Glinda, just because you don’t move, it doesn’t mean you’re invisible.”
Shit. Okay, new tactic. Try something outrageous.
“Whaddaya want Perry? Thanks for showing up by the way, though I wouldn’t have minded doing all of your paperwork.”
Oh crap, he was going to die. He would will Turk and Carla his apartment; Elliot would get his boxes of hair gel; Dan would get all his ex-girlfriends’ numbers like he’d requ-
“It kind of helps me out if you turn around so I can talk to your face instead of the back of your head, Newbarella.”
Newbarella? Since when has he ever called me that? JD turned slowly to see Perry staring at him, eyebrows raised in- was that bemusement?
Had he died and gone to heaven? Were these the pearly gates? Did God look like Perry Cox? Ok, that was waaaaaaay too weird of a thought, and he was going to turn his brain off. Now.
A sharp whistle brought him back to his senses. “Follow,” Dr. Cox said, quirking a finger towards the door.
Oh no, nice try, JD wasn’t going to fall for something that easy-
Aaaaand now Dr. Cox was dragging him. Great.
He scrambled up and watched helplessly as Perry tugged him out of the break room, across two hallways (Carla, save me! Damn it, don’t wave, save me!), and finally shoved him into a storage closet.
Click. He heard the door lock. Oh shit, this was not going to be good.
We are entering Operation JD-Cowers-And-Screams-Like-A-Pansy-Mode. I wonder if he responds to utter cuteness. Come on JD, put on that anime-style face with the too big eyes and tiny mouth!
Dr. Cox was just staring now. JD’s mind flashed back to the gazelle metaphor before he backed up against the wall slowly.
“Know that I haven’t had my coffee this morning and anything that came out of my mouth I can not be held accountable for.”
He… he was laughing? Since when did Dr. Cox laugh at JD’s jokes? Okay, now he was seriously beginning to question if his mentor was on something.
And then Dr. Cox stepped forward, and rested his hands on either side of the wall that JD had shrunk back against. He had a sort of half-lidded, hazy look on his face; something you would think was more likely to be found on JD than on Perry.
Yep, definitely not a normal look for an angry, incorrigible bastard.
“Dr… Cox?”
Slam. Now instead of pressing himself against the wall, he was being pressed. Dr. Cox’s hands were against his wrists, and his body was pressed up against JD’s, and why am I concentrating on that shit when Dr. Cox is kissing me?
It was true. Mouths were meeting, and this was not a quick ‘oh hello Grandma, nice to see you again’ kiss. This kiss should’ve been accompanied by the “bow chica wow wow” music. Mmmmm, he liked that music… back in the moment JD, back in the moment.
It seemed that Dr. Cox’s talents didn’t end at fixing sick people, because JD felt very much healthy at the moment. This was very heated, very amazing, and he never wanted it to end. He’d never realized how soft Perry’s lips were; his hands gentle yet firm on JD’s wrists. If only he was this nice in every thing he did.
JD wouldn’t have noticed the hand slipping from his wrist except for the fact it was now winding itself down the front of his pants. This was an interesting turn of events to say the least. How did I end up with a guy this bi-polar for a mentor? Ah well, did it matter now? All he cared about was what Dr. Cox was doing to his frontal regions.
Oh god. Oh GOD. How is he doing this so quickly? What’s goOOOAAAH! A whispered (it sounded like a shout to him) “Perry!” and a choked gasp escaped his lips.
Dr. Cox held him up as he sagged forwards, exhaustion overtaking him. And the funny thing was that the only thing he could think was yeah, horoscopes definitely lie. Today was so not a two.
He felt a mouth brush against his ear. “Come to my apartment tonight at eight.”
Then he was lowered (gently? What is up today?) to the ground, and when he looked up, he was the only one left inside the closet.
Guess I’ll have to change scrubs AGAIN, he thought with a sigh. It changed to a grin in five seconds. Who was he kidding? That was amazing, and so worth it. Chocolate Bear was totally wrong. That stupid crush he’d had on Dr. Cox wasn’t stupid after all! And Perry had even asked for a follow up...?
Yeah, definitely at least an eight or a nine for him today.
>>
Where… where am I? What’s going on? Ah shit, my head feels like crap. Okay Perry, get a grip. What do you remember? There was a church… and a steeple… fuck, why am I thinking about nursery rhymes right now?
Perry.
Wha-? Who’s there? Are you the little shit that was doing this to me before? Why can’t I see a goddamned thing? Wh- are you in my head? Wait, I’m not even talking, what the hell? ANSWER ME!
Open your eyes, Percival Cox.
Light. His bedroom? How had he gotten here? Where was- why couldn’t he move? Oh god, even his eyes, what?
Get up.
Why couldn’t he control his body? Where was he going? No, I don’t want to go towards the bathroom, I want out of this fucking apartment so I can go find the little shit who did this to me. Hey, are you listening? Who are you and what did you do to me?
The mirror.
What’s the mirror got to do with-Oh my GOD! AHHHH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?
“Say hello Perry.”
OH JESUS, WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THIS?
Time to get ready. You’re getting visitors.
Wha, what? No, no Jordan’s coming with Jack, oh god please just send them away; they can’t see me like this!
Don’t worry; we can fix that for a little while. Besides, they’re not the only ones stopping by.
Who- Flashback, and suddenly he remembered. No, no JD. No, no, no; what have you DONE? You fucked up EVERYTHING, You son of a-
Don’t worry Perry. Soon you won’t have to worry about any of them anymore. In fact, no one will worry about them anymore.
Don’t you fucking TOUCH THEM!
Doorbell.
Ah good, that’s the little one. Time for a quick change. This will only hurt a lot.
What are you-AHHHH!
Everything went red.
Next Chapter
X-posted to jd_cox and scrubsfic
Chapter: Chapter 1: In This World So Wrong (1/?)
Author: nighthawkms (Beta'd by emilys_knickers and dark_tsume_fan
Fandom: Scrubs
Genre: Dark, Fantasy, Slash, Supernatural, AU
Story Rating: R
Warnings: Demons, religious references, violence, sexual situations
Summary: Perry's got a problem, and seeks some alternative help. When his plan goes awry, can JD figure out what's happened and find a way to save him?
Notes: Yes, I'm a total bitch for not posting the 2nd part for over a MONTH. Let's just say that I've been doing tons of stuff this summer, and Fides totally fell off track for me. It's back on though; I'm hoping to have a regular update schedule of Wednesday nights. I'm in Canada right now, and I'm leaving for the US next Thursday morning (like, at 3:30 am), so I'm not sure how a post would go, but I will really, REALLY try.
Story Theme Song: Dance with the Devil- Breaking Benjamin
Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs; Bill Lawrence and NBC do. If I did, there would be a camera in every single storage closet. YOU KNOW WHAT I MEAN.
Previous Chapters:
Prologue
JD didn’t believe in horoscopes. He really didn’t. Yeah, they were pretty fun to look at; sometimes the advice was good. But they really didn’t have any affect on his day.
When he glanced at the morning paper on the table of the break room and saw that his number was a two… out of ten, JD rethought his beliefs.
Drip drop. The sound of coffee being made. Lifeblood, one order, coming up. It didn’t help that Dr. Cox had decided to skip out on a twelve hour shift (putting Kelso on the warpath as per usual). Really, he could’ve done without that, along with nicking himself while shaving, getting vomit on his scrubs after the first patient of the day, and being told by Kelso that if Dr. Cox wasn’t around to do certain important paperwork items, he would have to himself.
Yeah, he could’ve done without that.
Coffee, he mused, was a great invention, but also the worst possible thing ever to happen to mankind. Look; a great new drink that makes people stay up longer but also makes them ultimately less productive!
Introducing, twelve hour shifts.
Oh god, he was going to kill Dr. Cox. Rip him a new one. Dr. Cox would walk in, all suave and rested and not looking like hell (in fact, his muscles would bulge against his shirt and his hair would be curly and perfect and he’d hoist JD up and- no, stop that). JD would walk up to him and bite his head off. Yeah, that was it.
Fuck, who was he kidding?
He groaned, letting his head clunk down onto the table and letting out a sigh. Like he could ever take on Dr. Cox. Perry (when did he get so comfy calling Dr. Cox that?) was a mountain lion, and he was the baby gazelle trying to somehow outrun it. It was a bad Discovery Channel documentary, and you always knew that the gazelle was going to die, but you couldn’t stop watching; you didn’t want to give up hope, and it seemed so close to safety, and then- lion chow. Would you like fries with that, Dr. Cox?
This was why Turk was always right. There was no way that Dr. Cox had been civil, let alone nice to him over the past few weeks, and JD was crazy for thinking such. Ah, his Chocolate Bear knew him best. Even though Perry’s shoulder brushes were getting a little softer and longer… the charts to the back of the head more playful than angry… the glances less full of malice and more of curio- stop it JD. Stop it right now.
Sigh. Turk was right. Dr. Cox was an asshole, through and through. This just proved it. He didn’t care about JD; didn’t care about anyone. So what if he’d consoled JD after his dad had died? So what if he’d started letting JD call him Perry and dragged him out to bars when he was depressed and let him baby-sit Jack and- shut up shut up shut up.
Turk was so right. Uh huh. Totally.
Wait a minute. Those pounding footsteps… the sound of Doug screaming in terror… things smashing to the floor… oh shit!
“Newbie.”
Okay JD, turn around very slowly. Maybe he doesn’t see you; maybe if you stay still he’ll-
“You know, Glinda, just because you don’t move, it doesn’t mean you’re invisible.”
Shit. Okay, new tactic. Try something outrageous.
“Whaddaya want Perry? Thanks for showing up by the way, though I wouldn’t have minded doing all of your paperwork.”
Oh crap, he was going to die. He would will Turk and Carla his apartment; Elliot would get his boxes of hair gel; Dan would get all his ex-girlfriends’ numbers like he’d requ-
“It kind of helps me out if you turn around so I can talk to your face instead of the back of your head, Newbarella.”
Newbarella? Since when has he ever called me that? JD turned slowly to see Perry staring at him, eyebrows raised in- was that bemusement?
Had he died and gone to heaven? Were these the pearly gates? Did God look like Perry Cox? Ok, that was waaaaaaay too weird of a thought, and he was going to turn his brain off. Now.
A sharp whistle brought him back to his senses. “Follow,” Dr. Cox said, quirking a finger towards the door.
Oh no, nice try, JD wasn’t going to fall for something that easy-
Aaaaand now Dr. Cox was dragging him. Great.
He scrambled up and watched helplessly as Perry tugged him out of the break room, across two hallways (Carla, save me! Damn it, don’t wave, save me!), and finally shoved him into a storage closet.
Click. He heard the door lock. Oh shit, this was not going to be good.
We are entering Operation JD-Cowers-And-Screams-Like-A-Pansy-Mode. I wonder if he responds to utter cuteness. Come on JD, put on that anime-style face with the too big eyes and tiny mouth!
Dr. Cox was just staring now. JD’s mind flashed back to the gazelle metaphor before he backed up against the wall slowly.
“Know that I haven’t had my coffee this morning and anything that came out of my mouth I can not be held accountable for.”
He… he was laughing? Since when did Dr. Cox laugh at JD’s jokes? Okay, now he was seriously beginning to question if his mentor was on something.
And then Dr. Cox stepped forward, and rested his hands on either side of the wall that JD had shrunk back against. He had a sort of half-lidded, hazy look on his face; something you would think was more likely to be found on JD than on Perry.
Yep, definitely not a normal look for an angry, incorrigible bastard.
“Dr… Cox?”
Slam. Now instead of pressing himself against the wall, he was being pressed. Dr. Cox’s hands were against his wrists, and his body was pressed up against JD’s, and why am I concentrating on that shit when Dr. Cox is kissing me?
It was true. Mouths were meeting, and this was not a quick ‘oh hello Grandma, nice to see you again’ kiss. This kiss should’ve been accompanied by the “bow chica wow wow” music. Mmmmm, he liked that music… back in the moment JD, back in the moment.
It seemed that Dr. Cox’s talents didn’t end at fixing sick people, because JD felt very much healthy at the moment. This was very heated, very amazing, and he never wanted it to end. He’d never realized how soft Perry’s lips were; his hands gentle yet firm on JD’s wrists. If only he was this nice in every thing he did.
JD wouldn’t have noticed the hand slipping from his wrist except for the fact it was now winding itself down the front of his pants. This was an interesting turn of events to say the least. How did I end up with a guy this bi-polar for a mentor? Ah well, did it matter now? All he cared about was what Dr. Cox was doing to his frontal regions.
Oh god. Oh GOD. How is he doing this so quickly? What’s goOOOAAAH! A whispered (it sounded like a shout to him) “Perry!” and a choked gasp escaped his lips.
Dr. Cox held him up as he sagged forwards, exhaustion overtaking him. And the funny thing was that the only thing he could think was yeah, horoscopes definitely lie. Today was so not a two.
He felt a mouth brush against his ear. “Come to my apartment tonight at eight.”
Then he was lowered (gently? What is up today?) to the ground, and when he looked up, he was the only one left inside the closet.
Guess I’ll have to change scrubs AGAIN, he thought with a sigh. It changed to a grin in five seconds. Who was he kidding? That was amazing, and so worth it. Chocolate Bear was totally wrong. That stupid crush he’d had on Dr. Cox wasn’t stupid after all! And Perry had even asked for a follow up...?
Yeah, definitely at least an eight or a nine for him today.
>>
Where… where am I? What’s going on? Ah shit, my head feels like crap. Okay Perry, get a grip. What do you remember? There was a church… and a steeple… fuck, why am I thinking about nursery rhymes right now?
Perry.
Wha-? Who’s there? Are you the little shit that was doing this to me before? Why can’t I see a goddamned thing? Wh- are you in my head? Wait, I’m not even talking, what the hell? ANSWER ME!
Open your eyes, Percival Cox.
Light. His bedroom? How had he gotten here? Where was- why couldn’t he move? Oh god, even his eyes, what?
Get up.
Why couldn’t he control his body? Where was he going? No, I don’t want to go towards the bathroom, I want out of this fucking apartment so I can go find the little shit who did this to me. Hey, are you listening? Who are you and what did you do to me?
The mirror.
What’s the mirror got to do with-Oh my GOD! AHHHH! WHAT DID YOU DO TO ME?
“Say hello Perry.”
OH JESUS, WHY DO I LOOK LIKE THIS?
Time to get ready. You’re getting visitors.
Wha, what? No, no Jordan’s coming with Jack, oh god please just send them away; they can’t see me like this!
Don’t worry; we can fix that for a little while. Besides, they’re not the only ones stopping by.
Who- Flashback, and suddenly he remembered. No, no JD. No, no, no; what have you DONE? You fucked up EVERYTHING, You son of a-
Don’t worry Perry. Soon you won’t have to worry about any of them anymore. In fact, no one will worry about them anymore.
Don’t you fucking TOUCH THEM!
Doorbell.
Ah good, that’s the little one. Time for a quick change. This will only hurt a lot.
What are you-AHHHH!
Everything went red.
Next Chapter
X-posted to jd_cox and scrubsfic