Chapter 3 – The End

Janitor stood on a stepladder once again fixing a reoccurring problem.

You may have tricked everyone else, Big-Eared Surgeon, but I know it was you that did this.

There was no proof that it was him, he was smarter than that, but it was an obvious act of sabotage. Glancing at his watch, he counted the hours down to his lunch break. He had worked through lunch yesterday but was looking forward to meeting with his Brain Trust, whom he had formed during the last month.

"I couldn't find you in the cafeteria yesterday."

Janitor turned around to see the red-haired doctor standing behind him, dressed in her everyday clothes. He took the screwdriver out of his mouth.

Oh great. Just who I wanted to see.

"I've not eaten in there for three months," He grumbled to her. "But you wouldn't have noticed that." He returned to his work. It had been almost four months since she had spoken to him. Her lunch visits had become fewer and fewer until they finally dried up completely just because the residents had continued to make fun of her. The red-haired doctor played with her fingers in the uncomfortable silence.

Just say what you want to say and go. Don't make this even more awkward that it is.

"I'm leaving." She stated, but Janitor continued with his work. She scratched the back of her head. "I've left, actually. It was my last day yesterday. I'm getting married."

Married?

He turned to her and looked at the engagement ring on her finger and the smile on her face. It didn't matter how angry he was this was a big thing for her.

"Congratulations," He stepped down from the step ladder. "I mean that. Big-Eared Surgeon is a very lucky man." He gave her an awkward pat on the shoulder.

"Come here," She stood on her toes and gave him a hug around the chest. "I would really love for you to come to the wedding."

"I would love to come," He told her breaking away from the hug. "On the one condition that I get to have Big-Eared Surgeon's shoes after the ceremony. My cousin needs a new doorstop." She beamed at him and winked.

"I've missed you so much." The red-haired doctor gave him a friendly punch on the shoulder. "I'm sorry we haven't had lunch together in so long."

"The residents are a bunch of jerks," Janitor pointer his screwdriver at her. "You shouldn't let them get to you."

"They weren't the reason I stopped eating with you." The red-haired doctor looked up at him, the smile fading from her face. "I thought you knew." She looked down at her fingers and leant in towards him.

"You're my best friend, and I love that, but... I suppose I just expected you to make more of a move than that. I mean, you never even stood up for me when the residents did make fun. So when you never asked me to meet up outside of work or anything, I needed some distance before I made a fool of myself." Janitor watched for a moment as she went even redder in the cheeks. He twiddled the screwdriver in his fingers unsure of what to say. "Just like I have now."

Don't just stand here in silence! Say something to make her feel better.

"But you were dating Big-Eared Surgeon..."

"I'd have dropped him in a second if you'd done anything." She began to blush profusely. "I know that's not what I should've done but..." Janitor rubbed the back of his neck awkwardly.

"Is that why you've told me you're getting married, so that I'll..."

"No, no!" She held up her hands in protest, smiling again. "I've had my distance." She swallowed. "I just want your support at my wedding."

Damn it.

"Just promise me," she touched his hand. "If somebody else feels the way I did, you'll give her a chance." She winked at him.

I promise.

"I can't believe you and Big-Eared Surgeon are leaving!"

"Oh, a whole new bunch of interns arrived yesterday." She pointed beyond her. "I'm sure you'll find somebody new to annoy."

Just tell her she can't leave. Not now that you've made up.

"Hey," She interrupted his thought. "Did you wanna grab lunch later?"

"Yeah, that would be great. Here." He patted her on the shoulder and passed her his brown paper lunch bag out of his tool box. "Swap?"

Cautiously she took the bag of him and peeked inside.

"Cheese and onion!" She beamed up at him.

"I'll see you later." Janitor pointed the screwdriver at her again. "I just need to finish fixing this door."

"Again?" She smiled up at him. "I'll see you in the cafeteria." She gave him a wink and turned down the corridor. Janitor turned back to his work.

You win this round, Big-Eared Surgeon. But you just wait.

He glimpsed over his shoulder to watch her leave when he noticed a young, dark haired intern looking up at him.

"I'm.. I'm waiting for someone," he stammered, nonchalantly.

Oh, boy.

A.N. Thanks to everybody who has read this fic, even more to those who have supported me with reviews! Special thanks to TheWatcherandReader for a correction. My next Scrubs fic is underway...