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Part 2 - Chapter 4
Dr. Cox has been spending a lot of time at our apartment. No, it’s not because of me, Carla has been inviting him over for two reasons; one, he’s been complaining about Jordan stalking him, and two, she’s still trying to find out who his ‘mystery woman’ is.
“What is this, girls’ night?” Dr. Cox grumbles from the kitchen.
I am curled up on the couch with Carla, Elliot, and a bowl of popcorn and we’re watching a marathon of design shows. Turk and Keith are sitting at the table behind us playing some card game.
I see Turk smirk and nod out of the corner of my eye even as he murmurs the word ‘No’ in response to Dr. Cox.
Dr. Cox lets out an amused snort and joins the card game. “You know, Phoebe…”
“Yea, yea, I’m a girl.” I wave off his insult. I’m much too engrossed in this show to spare any attention to one of his ‘Newbie is a girl’ speeches. I’ve been thinking of redecorating my room lately, or possibly getting a whole new apartment for privacy’s sake.
Elliot is still pouting beside me, trying to earn my favor by cuddling my arm. I try my best to ignore her; I was never very good at giving people the cold shoulder or the silent treatment.
“Will you just make up with her, Bambi? It’s even starting to annoy me.”
“Don’t stand in the way of a girl fight, Carla, you’ll lose an eye.”
“It’s your fault he won’t talk to me.” Elliot announced shrilly, she even dared to toss a pillow at him.
He growled her. “It was your idea in the first place.”
“That’s enough, children.” Carla said in her motherly tone.
“He started it.” Elliot whined and pointed a finger at Dr. Cox childishly, squeaking as the pillow was tossed back at her.
Carla rolled her eyes.
Elliot picked up the weapon-pillow a little too harshly and ended up smacking me in the face with it and froze. Luckily she was too busy trying to stutter out an apology to notice my arm reaching around Carla for the other couch pillow. I chirped the words “Pillow fight!” as I smacked her in the side of the head.
Elliot laughed and squealed happily as we bean-ed each other with the pillows repeatedly, Carla joined us after Elliot accidently hit her a few times too many.
“JD’s a lucky man.” I hear Turk murmur as the three of us collapse together on the couch laughing.
“Quiet Turk.” Carla muttered tiredly.
“Well, I’m making my famous smoothie, anyone else want one?” I untangled myself and headed for the kitchen.
“One of those margarita smoothies? I’ll have a banana flavor.” Carla smiled gratefully at me for offering up alcohol.
“I’ll have a strawberry one.” Elliot chirped. She grabbed my arm as I went to move past her. “So we’re good?”
“If this happens again I’m taking your number out of my phone.” It was an empty threat and I’m sure she knew it, but it got my point across since she nodded and hugged my hand briefly.
“Actually Dr. D, I don’t see why you’re so upset about it. It’s not like it was heavy drag-queen make-up.” Keith shrugged. “Two cards.”
Turk tossed a couple cards at Keith with a scowl. “Dude, it’s the principal of the thing. Putting make-up on a guy is just wrong in so many ways.”
“What are you talking about, Gandhi? Penelope isn’t a guy.”
Turk rolled his eyes.
“So guys, it looks like I’m free for a while.” I announced with a grin as I assembled the ingredients for the smoothies. “My girlfriend and I are fighting, no sex for a month.”
Dr. Cox swore under his breath and threw down his cards.
“That’s too bad, man.” Turk shakes his head. “What did you do?”
I answered the question with a shrug and turned on the blender as I finished putting in the ingredients for Carla’s smoothie first.
Several hours and several smoothies later Elliot had passed out on the couch and Carla was stumbling towards her room and calling it a night.
I don’t remember much, being as drunk as I was, but I remember bidding everyone goodnight and tripping several times on my way to my room.
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Somehow I always knew it wouldn’t last forever. Neena was back.
I can do this, even with a hangover.
Dr. Cox and I are walking down the hall discussing the options for a cancer patient when she first appears. Where’s Jordan when I actually need her?
She licks her lips as she looks me in the eye, and just like last time I walked right into a door.
“Good job, Sharon.” Dr. Cox grips the back of my scrubs and leads me away.
“Strong women still scare me.” I mutter in a half-apology half-excuse. “Please don’t leave me alone with her, I’ll say stupid things.”
“How is that different from how you usually are?”
“Do you remember what happened the last time Neena was here? She may ask me to sleep with her and I may say ‘yes’ without meaning to!” I pull us to a stop and grab his shoulders. “I don’t care if you have to put an actual leash on me, don’t leave me alone with her!”
Dr. Cox gives me a look like I’ve finally lost it, maybe it’s my hangover or maybe it’s something I put in the smoothie last night, I am a little hysterical.
“Gandhi!” Turk, halfway down the hall ahead of us, does an about face at the nickname and starts heading towards us. “Walk your wife down to radiology for me; make sure she doesn’t toss her panties at the scary lawyer lady.”
“Sure, I didn’t know Neena was here.” Turk swings an arm over my shoulders and we head for the elevator. “Be strong.”
Turk and I make the trip there and back safely, it’s while I’m looking for Dr. Cox that she reappears, and Turk has already left me for surgery.
“Want to meet me in the conference room?” Neena smirks at me.
As I’ve mentioned before, strong women scare me. “O-OK.”
A smack to the back of my head startles me; I honestly hadn’t heard anyone approach. “That’s a very bad Newbie.” Dr. Cox glares at me and starts to drag me away from Neena. “You deserve a time out.”
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I escaped my ‘time out’, which is code for ‘punishment’, by reducing Dr. Cox’s ‘no sex’ sentence from a month all the way down to this weekend.
Unfortunately Neena seemed to be stalking me, so I went in search of Jordan in hopes that she’d help me just to torture Neena and make me her bitch again. I found Jordan in the cafeteria with Jack and Elliot.
“Jordan, I need your help.”
Elliot looks up at me like I’ve lost my mind. I’m getting that look a lot today.
Jordan smiles at me like the cat that caught the canary. “What can I do for you, DJ?”
“Neena is back and I think she’s stalking me. I almost said yes to her once already but Dr. Cox saved me. Could you just reinforce your threat from last time and get her to leave me alone?”
Jordan gave me a look that clearly said ‘You know you’re my bitch now, right?’ and I unconsciously gave her a pathetic nod in response. She stood, hooked her finger in the collar of my shirt and dragged me away in search of Neena. I’m getting dragged a lot of places today too. “Watch Jack for me, Stick.”
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“Dr. Cox, are you staring at JD’s ass?” I turn at the sound of Turk’s voice to see Dr. Cox with his head cocked to the side and staring at my lower half.
Dr. Cox looks up at me, a contemplative look on his face for a moment as if he’s not sure just what to say to me. He finally shakes his head and announces, “Vanessa, glitter isn’t your thing.”
Jordan has me stretching out another pair of her pants, these happen to have glitter and sequins covering the back pockets.
“JD asked Jordan to get rid of Neena for him again.” Elliot explains. “I’ve got to ask her where she bought those pants, they’re cute.”
“I’ve also got to watch Jack this weekend. She has some appointment and Dr. Cox has plans.” I gave him an apologetic look because those plans were with me.
“Don’t you already have Sam this weekend?” Turk asked.
“Yea, but Sam’s a fairly quiet baby, it shouldn’t be too much of a hassle.”
SMACK!
Owies! I reach back to protect my butt from further assault, glancing over my shoulder to see who just smacked my butt.
Todd is standing there, a grin on his face and his hand covered in glitter. “Nice pants J-Dawg!”
“Bad Todd!” Turk yells.
“Todd, what the frick are you doing?” Elliot is getting squeaky.
“That hurt.” I grumble quietly. “I’m going to go check on my patients now.” I grab my charts and leave Elliot and Turk to chew out The Todd.
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:::Grovels::: I'm so sorry but it would seem whereas I have ADD my muse seems to have ADHD.
Thanx to all the readers and reviewers who haven't given up on me, know that I will finish this if it kills me.
This chapter doesn't really have CoxJD alone time but I think I still like the way it turned out.
Also, my entries are all tagged now. Yay!