His (potentially) Problematic Solution

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J.D. hadn’t slept well. He snuck back into his room late, long after the sun had gone down and little JD was sleeping snugly in his new hutch, and closed his eyes, thinking he’d find relief at least in the confines of his room. His brain made that too difficult. He’d tossed and turned until, completely fed up, he got up with the intention to

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[jesus_h_cox]

Dr. Perry Cox was in a foul mood.

After a certain point, one was forced to just accept this as fact. When another day went by where Perry was still on that God damn island, his mood plummeted. So little to do and so much BS that there had just better be alcohol at the end of the day, by God.

The gym equipment really blew sizable chunks, so Dr. Cox was forced to run along the beach. This wasn't too bad because he got to be shirtless, for one, and he just looked s'darn good shirtless that it was a shame to really ever wear a shirt. So he didn't. And when he saw a familiar figure littering the sand, he figured it was about time someone was envious of his chest.

"Get on up, Newbie!" Dr. Cox called when he was about 30 paces away. "If you're not jogging next to me by the time I get to your poorly-gelled head, you're getting run over. Up, up, up, up!"

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J.D. was startled to see not the form of a nubile blonde or sassy brunette, but the fast approaching storm of Dr. Cox. J.D. narrowed one eye and raised the other eyebrow, in an expression that may have read 'what in the world is happening here?' before deciding that he may never again in his life get this sort of chance.

He jumped to his feet (luckily, he was wearing his sneakers and not the pair of shoddily constructed sandals he'd found in the clothes box) and started to jog, calling "Yes sir, Dr. Cox!" over his shoulder. He's going to leave me in the dust after five minutes, he thought, and then I'll never live it down and he'll tell the world what a girl I am... J.D. shook his head. Dr. Cox was almost to his side. "Here goes nothing," he said under his breath.

[jesus_h_cox]

To JD's credit, he was keeping up alright, but to Dr. Cox's own, he was slowing it way, way, wa-ha-haaaay down.

"I'm going to make this real simple for you, Shirley, I don't want to talk about it. I have never and will never want to talk about my 'feelings,' or at least that's what my therapist tells me that knot in my stomach is every time I see an intern screw up. I call it rage. A-haaaanyway, we will not now or ever be talking about anything that has ever happened outside of this mile-long island, do I make myself perfectly clear?" He was somewhere between drill Sergent and... well, Dr. Cox. The cadence of his rant matched that of the steady crunch of his sneakers in the sand. This may or may not have been an accident.

[terminatefate]

"Age appropriate for what?" Sarah asked, limping into the room with her cane to steady her. She paused for a second, wrangling the coffee a bit before she was satisfied she wouldn't drop it. Sarah'd decided to try out the bookshelf, finally, after ignoring it as long as she could. It was just hard to balance coffee and a book when one hand was occupied by a cane. She opted for a Louis L'Amour book called Last of the Breed (it was offering her Westerns as something called Neuromancer by a guy she'd never heard of before, a William Gibson). It was hardbound and thus went under her arm nicely. The crap arm held the coffee long enough to ache, but her grip was getting better and she moved to the comfort of the couch.

"You look like shit," she offered helpfully and switched her coffee to the good hand. "Maybe you need this cup more than I do."

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J.D. waved his hand. "No thanks," he sighed. He decided summarily that Sarah Connor was maybe not the right person to fit his description (he feared her just a little) even though she was age-appropriate. He got to his feet. "I just decided that I need a girlfriend so I don't have to think about my old girlfriend and how much my life at home actually stank," he said and shrugged. He sat down next to her.

"How's your cane treating you?" he asked, a mopey tone still in his voice.

[terminatefate]

"Maybe you should put up a notice on the bulletin board. There has to be someone on the island who might be willing to help," she said very seriously. Sarah scooted back until she could drop her head against the support of the headrest. That felt better and helped ease the strain some. Her cane listed into her good knee and she eyed it for a long moment. "The cane is better than I thought it would be."

She took a few careful sips of the deathly black coffee and enjoyed the way the woody darkness renewed her somewhat flagging energy.

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He considered it seriously. Wanted: one girlfriend for one of the few remaining single, straight males on the island. Must have impeccable personal hygiene and a love of 80s pop music. See Dr. John Dorain. He shook his head. "I don't think there are that many people who appreciate Journey quite as much as I do," he said.

He shook the idea from his head. She looked to be walking significantly better, a good sign in his book. "Have you been back in to the clinic?" he asked pointedly. He hadn't seen her on Tuesday, when he had assumed she'd be back in for him to look at her leg.

[queensparkle]

Age appropriate might be up for debate when it came to Miss Summer Roberts, for while she was technically eighteen years of age, she still managed to look like an overly excited teenager as often as she looked like a thoughtful college student.

Today, she was closer to the former as she noticed the slightly familiar man. For a great many years, the young girl had considered celebrity gossip her bread and butter, and while she'd outgrown that phase, the big starts of years past were still burned into her mind.

"Oh my god! Hi!"

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J.D.'s brows drew together at the girl's enthusiastic greeting. He blinked. Were the Heavens so closely aligned to his despair that they would actually just throw in his lap exactly what he wanted? He thought not. She looked far too young. I wonder if she's heard of my unassailable doctorial spirit, and wants to bask in my glory... A picture came to mind of himself, long haired and wearing a long linen cloth around his midsection, holding out the palm of his hand to her upturned face... A golden light shone around his head as he spoke to the girl, 'Bless you, my child.'

He shook his head. "Hi," he said to her. "Do I know you?" His tone wasn't unfriendly, but more than a little curious.

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"No, no you don't know me. And I don't really know you. You just look kind of like, what's your name?" The words flew out of her mouth quickly, as though while she was saying them, new thoughts were already going through her mind.

Indeed, Summer was remembering that on this island, people weren't always who they looked like, and it was very possible that this man wasn't the hot new Hollywood celebrity of years past.

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I don't really know you? Do I have a doppleganger around here like everyone else? he wondered. "I'm John Dorian," he said, giving her a strange, someone perplexed look. He stood up, went to smooth his hair, and realized again that he hadn't gelled it this morning. He settled for stuffing his hands in the pockets of his jeans. "And you are?"

[onlythedusk]

Moritz jumped and nearly dropped his book. "Age appropriate?" he blinked, staring at the apparently vehement man. "For what? Who?" Then he realized it was probably none of his business anyway. "I am sorry -- I will leave you to your thoughts."

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The boy's sudden appearance startled J.D. and he'd likely have fallen over had he not already been sitting in the sand. Where does the island get these people? he wondered, seeing his odd dress and general jumpiness. He took a deep breath. He looked like a kid J.D. had gone to high school with-- which was, frankly, a little creepy.

"Don't worry about it," he said, and shook his head. "Just thinking out loud." Like usual, he added, in his head, for good measure.

[onlythedusk]

"Oh..." He nodded, slowly, smiling a little. "I do that too, at times. My mother fussed at me for having my head in the clouds."

He took a few steps closer and offered his hand, "I am Moritz Stiefel. Have you been here very long?"

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J.D. took his hand. "I'm John Dorian, nice to meet you. Just call me J.D." If he had the tendency to daydream, Moritz was certainly talking to the right person. Sometimes I wonder if it's all just an extended daydream... he thought, recalling the story of the monk who dreampt he was a butterfly. "I've been here..." he considered, "over a month, give or take." He hadn't been keeping close watch on the days, only the days of the week so he and Elliot didn't miss their clinic shifts.

[skybot_snd]

Austin came to a stop as he spotted the guy he'd first encountered with his face planted in the sand - Elliot's J.D. The person, not the bunny potentially suffering from fur-threatening bunny cancer. At the moment, J.D.-the-not-bunny appeared to be processing some deep thoughts. Austin briefly considered what topic a young human male was likely to have deep thoughts about.

"Were you thinking about sex?" he inquired directly as J.D. opened his eyes, brow furrowing slightly. "I'm not having sex with you," he decided to add, just in case.

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J.D. stared at the Terminator (Austin, he corrected himself) for a long moment before answering. "Thank you for clarifying," he said, "but I have interest in having sex with you. And I wasn't thinking specifically about sex," he said, getting up off the ground and brushing the sand from the seat of his jeans. "I was thinking that I need a girlfriend." The sex just comes as an extra benefit.

[skybot_snd]

He glared back for a moment, wondering whether it made sense to take offense at that. Probably not, since he was the one who objected to sex first. "Well, good. You're not my type." Definitely not, since J.D. was in no shape or form a member of the tough chick crowd.

The girlfriend issue didn't seem like much of a problem on the surface, though he'd been human long enough to know people tended to needlessly overcomplicate the matter of relationships. "What's wrong with Elliot?"

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Why did everyone immediately jump to that conclusion? J.D. shook his head. "No," he said simply. "We tried dating a few years ago," a few times, he didn't add, "and we were just all wrong for each other." By which he meant that Elliot had been mad about him and he'd been to afraid to open up to her.

He didn't really blame Austin for asking though, they did spend almost every waking hour together and sometimes it was easy to mistake the easiness of sincere friendship with attraction and love. Both from the outside and within. "Also," he added, "she's crazy."