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myficsTitle: Never Gonna Happen
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kaciagemini
Fandom: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Dr. Cox
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 429
PROMPT: "Everything You Want" - Vertical Horizon
you're waiting for someone to put you together
you're waiting for someone to push you away
there's always another wound to discover
there's always something more you wish he'd say
JD has fantasies about kissing Dr. Cox. He doesn’t ask for them, they just come to mind, unbidden when he’s not expecting them. One minute he’s thinking about his testicular cancer patient’s prognosis, and the next he’s thinking about a different groin altogether, in an entirely undoctorly way.
At first he blames them on his urge to make Dr. Cox admit that he’s his Mentor, with a capital M, but then the dreams take an entirely too sexual turn and he finds himself thinking about hands and lips and teeth at work, when he should be focused on his coding heart attack patient, and wow, the Dr. Cox in his head is awfully kinky.
Some days, he wonders if maybe Dr. Cox knows what he’s thinking about, because he’ll snap out of a fantasy and find Dr. Cox staring at him like he’s just grown antlers.
“What?” he asks, coming out of a dream in which Dr. Cox was dressed in fishnet stockings and a leather corset and wondering why the hell that image has him shaking from head to toe with repressed lust.
“That was a good call with Mrs. Newman,” Dr. Cox says, hitting him in the chest with a chart. “Good job.”
JD’s heart soars, until Dr. Cox glances down at his crotch, then back up to his face.
His eyes are suddenly livid, and JD has a brief vision of Dr. Cox, still in the fishnets and corset, turning into the Hulk. He is sad when the corset rips off of Dr. Hulk. He’ll miss that thing.
Dr. Cox turns and walks a few paces away, then stops and turns back to him.
JD crosses his fingers behind his back, and waits for Dr. Cox’s confession of deeply hidden feelings that he has been repressing all this time.
“Oh, and Lucy?”
“Yeah?” JD winces when his voice comes out all high, and hopeful, like a girl’s.
“You’d be wearing the fishnets.”
“What?” JD sputters out.
“Before. When you were doing one of your random daydream things. You were muttering about me wearing a corset and fishnets. I’ll give you the corset, because, holy hell in a hand basket, Julia, I would look spectacular in it, but you’d have to wear the fishnets.” When JD stays silent, eyes wide, he says, “They’d make my calves look fat,” by way of explanation.
They two of them stare at one another for a long moment, then Dr. Cox laughs. “Never gonna happen, Newbie,” he says, and walks away.
JD watches him walk off for a moment, then flees.
Update: The amazingwiser_9 was kind enough to draw a scene from this fic, which can be found here. Go tell her how great it is! :)
For:
kaciageminiFandom: Scrubs
Pairing: JD/Dr. Cox
Rating: PG-13
Word Count: 429
PROMPT: "Everything You Want" - Vertical Horizon
you're waiting for someone to put you together
you're waiting for someone to push you away
there's always another wound to discover
there's always something more you wish he'd say
JD has fantasies about kissing Dr. Cox. He doesn’t ask for them, they just come to mind, unbidden when he’s not expecting them. One minute he’s thinking about his testicular cancer patient’s prognosis, and the next he’s thinking about a different groin altogether, in an entirely undoctorly way.
At first he blames them on his urge to make Dr. Cox admit that he’s his Mentor, with a capital M, but then the dreams take an entirely too sexual turn and he finds himself thinking about hands and lips and teeth at work, when he should be focused on his coding heart attack patient, and wow, the Dr. Cox in his head is awfully kinky.
Some days, he wonders if maybe Dr. Cox knows what he’s thinking about, because he’ll snap out of a fantasy and find Dr. Cox staring at him like he’s just grown antlers.
“What?” he asks, coming out of a dream in which Dr. Cox was dressed in fishnet stockings and a leather corset and wondering why the hell that image has him shaking from head to toe with repressed lust.
“That was a good call with Mrs. Newman,” Dr. Cox says, hitting him in the chest with a chart. “Good job.”
JD’s heart soars, until Dr. Cox glances down at his crotch, then back up to his face.
His eyes are suddenly livid, and JD has a brief vision of Dr. Cox, still in the fishnets and corset, turning into the Hulk. He is sad when the corset rips off of Dr. Hulk. He’ll miss that thing.
Dr. Cox turns and walks a few paces away, then stops and turns back to him.
JD crosses his fingers behind his back, and waits for Dr. Cox’s confession of deeply hidden feelings that he has been repressing all this time.
“Oh, and Lucy?”
“Yeah?” JD winces when his voice comes out all high, and hopeful, like a girl’s.
“You’d be wearing the fishnets.”
“What?” JD sputters out.
“Before. When you were doing one of your random daydream things. You were muttering about me wearing a corset and fishnets. I’ll give you the corset, because, holy hell in a hand basket, Julia, I would look spectacular in it, but you’d have to wear the fishnets.” When JD stays silent, eyes wide, he says, “They’d make my calves look fat,” by way of explanation.
They two of them stare at one another for a long moment, then Dr. Cox laughs. “Never gonna happen, Newbie,” he says, and walks away.
JD watches him walk off for a moment, then flees.
Update: The amazing
wiser_9 was kind enough to draw a scene from this fic, which can be found here. Go tell her how great it is! :)
