Academia: Geology, Engineering, Psychology, Astronomy. Fandom: Scrubs
Title: His Volcanic Eruption
Academia Prompt: Geology
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 250
Elliot really, really should have known better. She’s been at Sacred Heart for over a year now, hell after a mere week of Laverne’s gossip she knew that when Dr Cox’s ex-wife swung by it was best just to run and hide. Yet here she was, stuck in-between the (un)happily (un)weds, clutching a chart to her chest and hoping that one of them would mistake her for a piece of lint on the floor, step on her and put her out of her misery.
Instead, Jordan exaggerates a yawn, effectively halting Cox’s epic rant,
“Bored now Per-per,”
Elliot, who has learnt the hard way how much Perry (and what the frick is with that name?) hates to be interrupted, attempts to slink away before things become, ‘Mom at college graduation’ unpleasant. Unfortunately, Jordan chooses this moment to shift her attention; fixing Elliot with a glare that could mean, ‘I will eat your soul,’ but has also recently been translated as, ‘take off your pants.’
“Come on Barbie,” she taunts and grabs Elliot’s hand, “let’s go have sex.”
Elliot’s first reaction is to be indignant, oh now she wants to act all coupley. Her second - uh oh. Cox looks shocked, swiping his nose in a way that can-naaawt be good. Jordan smirks. Elliot realizes she is going to die. She is going to die and her tombstone is going to say, ‘Elliot Reid died, as she lived life, a lesbian.’ Still, she thinks before succumbing to her panic attack, it was kind of awesome to face the afterlife whilst holding Jordan’s hand.
Title: Her Revenge
Academia Prompt: Engineering
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan, Jordan/Perry (kind of)
Notes: AU for My Fallen Idol
Rating: R
Word Count: 235
The timing couldn’t have been more perfect. Yes she’d engineered it, made sure she was in their apartment, on their couch, at exactly the right time to be caught. But in her wildest dreams (and it’s not like she daydreams that often) she couldn’t have hoped to be three fingers deep in Elliot - the little twink panting her name and asking for more - when DJ walks through the door.
He looks hurt. Of course he does, he has all those ridiculous emotions floating around on a normal day, never mind on a day when he comes home to find the girl he has always kind of loved being fucked by the woman he’d tried - unsuccessfully- to console at the funeral. She doesn’t feel sorry, she just looks at him spitefully as she swipes a thumb over and over Elliot’s clit (Elliot thought she was helping when she let her in, she thought she was letting her vent, and then, before she could stop it, she was on her back and hadn’t thought much more of anything).
DJ deserves this. He should have used all those stupid feelings to do something before his stupid mentor drank himself to death. That was his job, to deliver inspiring speeches and make sure everything was all kittens and rainbows. God knows she couldn‘t do it. All she could do now (and maybe even then) was anger.
Title: Their Therapy Session
Academia Prompt: Psychology
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Jordan/Molly
Notes: Set during My New Game
Rating: PG
Word Count: 247
“What?” Jordan whipped around to snap at the blonde who has been staring at her speculatively for the best part of five minutes.
“Oh I was just wondering if you were Dr Cox’s wife cause you were kinda glaring at him all stabby and then I was wondering if you were being passive aggressive because of the whole still married thing, I’m not psychic - although wouldn’t that be awesome- Carla told me, oh wait, did he do something like leave his socks on the bedroom floor, I don’t know about you, but that would drive me crazy.”
Jordan held up her hand as if she intended to physically ward off this spew of words,
“And you would be?”
“Dr Clock, hey,” Molly smiled brightly and held out her hand in greeting.
Jordan ignored it,
“Listen up Susie Sunshine, I don’t actually care. If I were you I would stay far, far away from me and my business,” she took a step into Dr Clock’s personal space and practically bared her teeth, “Now run along.”
In the past this little routine had succeeded in inducing pure fear, one time (so legend went) an intern had even wet his pants. Dr Clock, however, seemed unfazed. So unfazed, that she had the stupidity to get really close, practically nose to nose.
Then she kissed her.
For a moment Jordan didn‘t know what to do, everything was warm and soft and she hadn’t dealt with that for a awfully long time. Then Jordan remembered who she was,
“Do you actually want to die?”
“Not right now, it’s just you kinda seem like one of those sublimating your anger types and the whole, ‘sex as a weapon,’ thing is sooo messy if you repress it. KA-BLAMMO, am I right? Oh by the way, I should warn you Miss Sullivan, or Cox…whatever you want, I am an awesome psychologist.”
Title: Our Fault Is Not in the Stars
Academia Prompt: Astronomy
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: Elliot/Jordan
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 243
Elliot is ridiculously happy. Jordan gave her an amazing orgasm last night and then actually let her stay over. She woke up that morning and returned the favor. Twice. Now Jordan is too naked, sweaty and exhausted to move her arm from around her waist and Elliot can‘t stop smiling.
Unfortunately, when Elliot is happy, Elliot babbles,
“Do you believe in fate?”
“No,” Jordan scoffs from somewhere on Elliot‘s shoulder.
“Yeah I don’t know if I do either. When I was a kid I used to believe that everyone had their perfect match written in the stars. That’s why Barbie had Ken, you know? But this is kinda gay and I don’t know if heaven and God are all that homosexual. Also, when I was ten I was cast in the school nativity as the donkey and my Mom said it was fate because the maid had cut my hair using a pudding bowl and I looked like an ass…”
“Elliot,” Jordan sounds mad, but she can’t be too angry because she used her real name, “shut up.”
Obviously Jordan can not trust Elliot to shut her own mouth, so she shifts up the bed and kisses her uncharacteristically softly. When they break apart Jordan holds Elliot’s face close, a hand stroking the back of her neck,
“I love you…but if you tell anyone I will kill you. How’s that for controlling your destiny?”