Her Happy Birthday

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It would forever be a point of contention to Elliot that the island did not have an Ikea store. In fact, it didn't have much of anything as far as home decoration was concerned, and old blankets would just have to do as curtains. Flowers in coffee mugs were about as sophisticated as the decorations went, but it was home. Of a sort

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J.D. slept like the dead practically every night. He wasn't sure if it was carry-over from his Vasovagal Syncope or if the breeze that blew through his new dwelling lulled him to sleep and kept him there or if his new life was finally letting him catch up with ten years of sleep deprivation, but whatever the reason he cherished the time he spent asleep. Turk should be here just for the sleeping, he'd often thought, knowing his best friend would have been happier than ever after sleepless nights in surgery, with Carla and the Little Gherkin

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Elliot fancied she heard a shwoom! sound go past her ear and looked up and around confusedly, expecting to see...a huge mosquito, maybe. A mountain lion. It would just figure if she got eaten by a mountain lion on her birthday.

The door of the hut was slightly ajar. Standing up slowly, Elliot eyed it. Maybe it's a ninja, she thought, a ninja who wants me to go inside so he can kill me.

After a moment's thought, she grabbed a heavy-looking fallen branch from the ground and, gripping it tightly, tiptoed up to the door. She pushed it open and leapt inside with an impressive Xena-like war cry, ready to bring her makeshift club down on the head of the ninja.

Instead she almost hit the cake.

At the very last second, she managed to make the swing go awry, and the branch flew away and out the window instead. "A ninja brought me cake?!" she exclaimed, thoroughly confused.

Maybe it's the Island Birthday Ninja.

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At her cry J.D. put his hands over his head and screamed, "Don't hurt me!!" He wasn't sure if she could see him behind the table or not (or if she was even looking, for that matter). He stood up and faced her, hands shaking a little. "If you never call me ninja again, at least I will have heard it once," he said, and stepped away from the table.

"On second thought," he said, stroking his chin, "can we maybe get me a black ninja suit and a pair of nunchucks?" He had a vision of himself (or a better, ninja-ier version) sneaking around the island leaving cakes for people on various occasions. He sighed. "I can bring good cheer to all the good boys and girls..."

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"JD," said Elliot, thunderstruck, just like in the song.

"You remembered my birthday!" She threw her arms around him in a vicelike, neck-crushing hug.