Repost of chapter 1! I'm reposting this and all the chapters I've done so far.

I really want to think by beta Nittles for the work she's done with this and the following chapters, she's really done a great job helping me improve this story.

Warning: This is a slash story, so if you're umcomfortable with that I'd advise you not to read it.

I don't own Scrubs

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I had a feeling today was not going to go very well. For starters, my boss - Dr. Cox – was in a terrible mood, even worse so than usual. That is a saying a lot, I know, but I just so happen to be his favourite punching bag. That probably explains why I am actively making sure I avoid him like the plague.

By the time lunch time arrives I am beyond exhausted. Taking care of all of my patients whilst skilfully avoiding my boss is not an easy task. I poke the food on my plate half-heartedly and sigh.

Turks tilts his head to look at me before waving his fork in Dr. Cox's direction. "What is up with him today? He looks like he's on some of rampage or something!"

"I don't know, Turk." I stare at my mentor. "I think he's bottled so much up that he doesn't know how to express it in any other way than anger. He's cube." impossible, a bit like a rubex cube.

Carla snorted. "That's definitely not it, Bambi." I snap my head round. "He's not acting like a cranky baby because of bottled emotions. He's being an arse because he had a nasty fight with Jordan last night."

I look at her, outraged that she brushed off my theory. "And how would you know that?"

"He told me."

"Maybe I should offer him a hug?" I sigh, dreamily.

Carla shoots me an alarmed look and leans over the table. "I am warning you, JD. You do not want to get in the middle in this. Nothing good can possibly come from you meddling in Dr. Cox's private life."

"Look who's talking..." I grumble angrily into my plate.

"V Bear, I know Carla loves meddling in people's lives..." Turk smiles at me, unaware of the death glare being directed at the side of his head. "But, I think she's right this time."

I nod slowly, and push my plate away. "Why is this fight so special, anyway? I mean, I am pretty sure fighting is practically foreplay for them."

"This time is different, JD." Carla sparked up once more. "I think they're really over this time. She's already packed and taken Jack with her to her mother's."

As Carla and Turk continued to be engrossed in conversation I allowed my mind to wander. All I could think about was how Dr. Cox was feeling and how much he could really use a friend, and a hug, at that moment. I decided right there and then that I would brave the storm and face my favourite person in the whole of Sacred Heart. Oh, don't tell Turk I said that.

The man must have a sixth sense for my presence, I swear. I had literally only just moved away from my table when he spoke. The funny thing was he hadn't even turned around. He just knew.

"Priscilla, it's nice to know you've finally figured out where you work, I was starting to worry that Prince Charming had come to rescue you and take you to the land of fairytales where you could get to spend the rest of your lives happily ever after, where happily little girls like yourself are able to watch their dreams come true."

"Ha-Ha!" I laughed mockingly. Drama school taught me a lot. "You can rant and rave all you want, but I can see through you Coxy, and I can tell you're in need of a giant bear hug!"

Dr Cox spun around to face me. "What the hell are you yapping about there, Newbie?"

"I heard about your fight with Jordan, I figured you could use a little JD loving!" I grin.

"Oh, is that right?"

"You know I'm right, Dr. C! If you want to go and get a beer, and you know, talk about your feelings..." I trail off, alarmed by the malicious look being shot in my direction.

"Alright then," Dr. Cox muttered dangerously. "Let's go and have a beer at the ba... What the hell am I doing?" Dr. Cox growled. "Forget it; just come by my place with a crate or something. Don't want to be seen out with the likes of you."

I stared at him, not sure whether to jump up and down in excitement or cower away from fear that he was going to hit me and tell me that it was all a joke. "Are- are you serious?"

"Sure," he grinned. The malicious look never fading.

"Ok then. I'll come at your place after my shift."

"Oh, ok." I stutter nervously. "I'll come by your place once my shift finishes."

Dr. Cox turned back so he had his back to me.

"It's a date then." He said.

I literally skipped back to my table.

But, wait a minute. Did he say date? Don't be stupid, JD. He obviously didn't mean it like that.

I regress to my state of happiness. I was going to spend the evening with Dr. Cox, at his request! Could this day possibly get any better?