Fandom – Scrubs

Genre – Angst/Romance

Format – 2nd person

Couplings – Dr Cox/JD, Jordan/Dr Cox

Warnings – Threesomes, slash, swearing.

A/N – Yes, this is yet another one of those Dr Cox/Jordan/JD threesome stories, which I've always found slightly bizarre, but you know, Jordan doesn't seem beyond it, I only hope mine's a little different, and in character. I seem to have lost any writing talent that I ever possessed, also, this is my first scrubs fic so BE GENTLE.
It was also written very quickly and guiltily, whilst I was supposed to be writing the update for 'Comfortably Numb', I don't even know if I like it... (bleh, rambling away now )
Now, there's a second part to this, and I'll put it up if I get enough (any) interest.

Summary – You don't know how in the hell Jordan talked you into this.

Prove It

You don't know how in the hell Jordan talked you into this.

You remember the words of the conversation, you remember hearing them and saying them, but you don't know how, exactly, they became a concrete, operational plan.

"Perry, we haven't had sex for three weeks."

You remember being a little surprised at that, but defensive all the same.

"Unfortunately, no matter how you spin this Jorderoo, your sense of bad timing, like, for example, just after a patient has died, or just after I've worked a fifteen hour shift because that little girl who calls himself a resident has paged me so many times I've forgotten what silence sounds like, cannot be blamed on me."

You remember trying to watch the game and have a beer, and wishing Jordan would just disappear in a puff of evil smoke.

"Whatever you say, Perry, we're trying something new."

"Jordan, I've seen absolutely every angle of your predominantly silicon body and I like… hm, nearly all of them all the same."

"That's not what I meant. I'm inviting your little pal DJ over."

And, just like in every single argument you've ever had with Jordan, there's a turning point, and you're losing control.

"You're doing what now?"

"Me, you, the protégé. You see where this is going."

"You don't even like Melinda, what is this really about?"

"It's about you, Perry, and how much you like 'Melinda' "

"Gosh, you've caught me out there! That's really why I spend so long at the hospital, it's so I can spend fifteen hours staring at his scrawny little ass. Give me a break."

"Prove it."

"What?"

"Prove it then. Indulge this whim of mine, and demonstrate how much you don't spend your days in the hospital anxiously hawking his every footstep, pining after him, and it isn't the thought of him no longer needing you that's keeping you up at night."

So she tricked you into it, indulging, because obviously, Jordan couldn't be more wrong.

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The sharp click of stiletto heels alerts you to the fact that someone you definitely do not want to see whilst trying to enjoy your extra foam, extra cream Java Chip Mocha, is approaching you from behind. You look around for supply closets, the nurses' station, or even an MRI scanner, anything to hide behind.

"Hey, Hannah Montana" a sarcastic voice calls out. Too late.

Jordan confidently strides up and glares into your eyes.

(Don't answer to that, don't answer to that, don't answer to that…)

"Yes?" Damn.

"I need a favour, and by that I mean you do this for me, or I tell the entire hospital about your little man-crush on Perry."

"I do not have…"

"Whatever DJ, I just need you to do this one teensy-weensy thing for me…" she slides seductively up to you, running her finger down the front of your scrubs. "It involves seeing me naked…" she pouts, running her tongue along her upper lip, well aware that at that moment there is nothing more in the world you would like than to witness that.

Luckily your self-control takes over and you push her away.

"Jordan, I can't. Dr Cox and…"

"Shh, DJ, Perry will be there too. We're… trying something new."

"What? Are you asking me to…?"

Wheels turn in your head and all of a sudden you realise why Jordan's drifting her finger down across the thin material covering your nipple.

The first thing you think of, oddly enough, is how she got Dr Cox to agree to it.

"Just be around the apartment at ten." She snaps, and with that, she withdraws from your personal space, and goes marching off down the hall.

"Wait, Jordan, what are you… what do you…? Wait!"

You hold your head in your hands, wondering how, exactly, she'd managed to embroil you in a threesome with her and the one man who you were most scared of letting down in the entire world.

Fuck.

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You glance at the clock, its 10:01 pm.

You grip the scotch in front of you before drinking it in one gulp.

You wonder why you're nervous rather than mocking, intrigued rather than disgusted.

You try not to think about it, or the way that Jordan doesn't seem to share any of your feelings, just a knowing smirk as she wanders around the apartment in a negligee.

There's a knock at the door and you pointedly don't answer it, leaving Jordan to roll her eyes at you and mutter 'pathetic' under her breath.

You hope it's not him.

"Hey DJ, come on in."

It is.

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You don't know why you're here.

The door you've knocked on so many times before in an effort to connect with your unwilling mentor seems a lot scarier now that you may actually have to go inside rather than being turned away by an irate Dr Cox.

(What if it's all a joke?)

And you can't decipher why that fills you with something other than hope.

Jordan answers the door and your heart leaps at the sight of her in a negligee, and it seems so bizarre that she's done this for you, and that Dr Cox is going to be there, witnessing, participating in…

(Don't think about it)

You're palms are sweaty.

"Hey DJ, come on in."

You walk in and look around for Dr Cox, and you see him sitting on the sofa, with a glass of scotch in his hand. You want more than anything in the world to ask him for a glass at this moment, but your mouth isn't able to let out any sounds.

Luckily, it seems, Jordan doesn't expect you to. One by one she undoes the buttons on Dr Cox's (Perry's, you think, now that you're doing this) shirt and you try not to get distracted by the way his body looks in the dim light, and how he seems resistant to Jordan's kisses, not quite returning them with his eyes, and she pushes him into the bedroom and onto the bed, and for some reason you're following them, and Jordan's undressing you, and you're kissing her, you with your eyes and with you're everything, and she's moving against you, and you drag her down on top of you, falling backwards onto the bed, and you know exactly what to do next.

It's 10:08pm.

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It's 10:08pm.

You see Newbie, and all of a sudden he's lying down next to you, and in contrast to the little girl you think he's going to be about this, he's controlled as Jordan kisses him, holding her waist as if to steady her movements on top of him, as if he's done this all before (which, you remind yourself, he has, but that's not something you really want to think about, for more reasons than one).

And this is just about sex, right? This is about simple gratification, and not about the way Newbie's eyes are filled with something you can't quite decipher but you still want it to be yours, forever, only for you, and his mouth being cautious but certain on yours, and the way that one hand traces your jaw line and the other is slowly, gently, sliding its way down your chest and your stomach, and the second you're kissing back, and letting loose a small moan into his mouth, and feeling its inappropriate that Jordan's there, watching this, that you jump up, fearful and alarmed and wishing that everything would go away so you wouldn't have to think, and wouldn't have to deal with…

"Jordan" and you're shouting "I don't know what bizarre sexual fantasies you've got going on in there but this one is not, I repeat not, playing out in reality, because if the sight of Newbie here pouting away as if his favourite Malibu Stacey doll had gone missing isn't enough to make me want to rip my own eyes out of my head and eat them then that smug, self-satisfied expression on your face, Spawn of Satan, is! I don't know where you got the idea that manipulating my residents was going to help out our sex life but my God were you wrong, so if Clarissa isn't out of my bed and rushing home to Ghandi by the time I get out of the shower then so help me Jordan you will regret it."

You think your whole speech would have been more convincing had you been able to look either one of them in the eye.

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You should have known this was a bad idea.

He wouldn't even look at you.

"I should go…" you say, collecting your scattered clothes from around the bedroom, (from around the floor of his bedroom, of Dr Cox's bedroom and it's weird, it's too weird, and its making you feel dizzy)

"Yeah" And that's when you notice that Jordan's voice has cracked, and she's sitting up in bed, her arms clasped around her knees like a little girl, and she looks lost.

You pause for a second and sit down on the bed next to her.

"You guys will be fine, he loves you."

Now she doesn't look at you either, and she doesn't try to shrug you off when you put your arm around her.

"Just go, JD."

There are small wet spots on the sheets underneath where Jordan holds her head.

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