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J.D./Cox

COW-T #10, w7, m4 (Dark Horse)

JDox 1x16 - Whatever you do, don't get caught in his wake, because if you do, he's taking you down. 

When J.D wakes up in a bed that isn't his and realizes he’s naked, he thinks the night must have been a success. 

There’s still a little too much alcohol in his vein, to be honest, so he needs some time to recap what happened. Dr. Cox showed up at his house, grabbed him by his onesie while he was still brushing his teeth and dragged him to the nearest bar. Okay, what’s next? They talked to two girls, offered them drinks. Even if J.D. is pretty sure the girl he was talking to was so boring she could bring him to suicide, he couldn’t exclude he slept with her. 

Except no, he can recall the girls left. What happened then?

He talked to Cox. Yes, the man was in such a depress mood, they kept drinking. Nothing’s better than alcohol to forget problems, at least for one night. 

Then J.D. fells the bed shifting under the weight of the body that’s no longer lying next to him. 

“Oh, great!” says the other and no, this is anything but great. J.D. widens his eyes. 

“Dr. Cox!” he knows he squeaked, but... He slept with Dr. Cox! If there’s a reason in the world to squeak this is it. 

“Yeah, that happens to be my name.” Dr. Cox doesn’t seem to be particularly shocked, more like... disgusted and slumberous. He passes a hand over his face, trying to scrub away the hangover without success.  “You.. Were you really that desperate, Sheila?” 

J.D. tries to put his thoughts together. He had sex with his mentor, his father-like figure, the one he's trying to impress since day one - the one he has a crush on since day one. And that's not how he daydreamed about. 

“You hitted on me!” he tries to justify himself, but it’s more likely an accusation. “And I wasn't desperate!”

“When I’m in this mood, I hit on everything that breaths, has two legs and at least a hole between them” says Cox. “It wasn't personal.” 

“This isn’t very nice to say. Besides I think it’s an exaggeration.”

“Exaggeration? Damn it, Newbie, I hitted on Carla’s mum one year and the next I ruined Ted’s wedding having sex with his bride. And this is how I started to have sex with my ex-wife again. You call this exaggeration?” Cox tilted his head, biting his lower lip, annoyed. “Why nurses hadn’t warned you?” He asks to himself, not really wanting an answer, not really expecting nurses to having warned him. Except... 

Oh, shit! 

“It’s not like it’s completely my fault!” He really should stop with that girlish tone. 

“You know, you need to be two to do this kind of stuff, otherwise is rape. Unless you're suggesting that I raped you and by the way my ass still hurts, so it’s not really believable”  J.D. really wants to add this part, but Dr. Cox cuts him off. 

“Whatever, Jennifer.” 

“I think you'll have to...” then J.D. stops, changing his mind. He feels like pushing his luck by forcing the man to do something. “Could you lend me something to wear?”

Dr. Cox raises an eyebrow and for a moment J.D. thinks he's gonna say no, and he'll have to walk to his flat in his onesie to wear something more appropriate for work and of course be late, because right now he really doesn't have that much time. 

“Yeah, if something fits you. Make sure no one gets it, though.” 

* * * 

“Dr. Cox!” he shouts and he’s pretty sure the whole hospital has turned just to see what the hell does he need to scream like that. But at least now said doctor can’t pretend he didn’t hear him. 

“What do you want, Jessica?” he asks coldly, arms crossed against his chest. 

J.D. is not that stupid as to continue this conversation shouting, not while the staff of the hospital is staring at them, so he approaches, getting up enough courage, and...

“Dr. Cox, you can’t ignore me!” he manages to say in a lower voice. Now Cox is going to kill him, maybe he's gonna jump at his throat. The doctors in the hall suddenly have something more important to do and the nurses go back, apparently, to what they were doing before the interruption. 

“You are right, J.D. We need to discuss what happened last night.” he glances at the nurses, that are now pretending not to be looking at them. “But not here.” he says, dragging him into the nearest closet. 

“I was mean to you this morning. I shouldn’t had to. It was obviously your first time with a man and I spoiled it, treating you as if you were just a toy. '’Cause, you’re not. Well, you know, you’'re important to me, J.D.” He leans closer as if he want to kiss him...

“So?” asks the real Dr. Cox, still in front of him. “I don’t have time to waste with your daydreams, Cassandra. What do you want? You have five seconds to answer." he says showing his open hand and starting a countdown by lowering his fingers. "Four... three... two...”

Eventually J.D. manages to ignore the disappointment - of course it was just one of his daydreaming, Cox would never ever call him J.D. - and speaks.  “Dr. Cox, you can’t ignore me!” 

“Watch me.” He turns on his heels and walks away. 

He’s not even denying it! “You’re not even denying it!” 

* * * 

This must have been the crappiest day of his life. 

He had still a headache - souvenir from last night drinking and the morning hangover -, Dr. Cox clothes were too big for him - resulting in a ‘need to pull out my trousers every ten minutes’ situation - and said doctor still wasn’t talking with him. 

This required a plan. 

* * * 

“Hello Dr. Cox,” J.D. was officially a kamikaze, but desperate times required desperate measures. “I suggest you remove your hand from my arm if you don’t want me to borrow a scalpel from the surgery wing and reattach said appendix on your forehead.” 

“Charming idea, but people will start to notice us soon, so I suggest you follow me or I'll talk to you right now right here.”

“I’ll kill you.” 

“At least I’ll die content.” 

“Well, apparently you grow a pair.”

“Yes, as you could check last night.”