Author's Note: Okay, so it's been 8 years, and nobody is probably reading this story anymore, but I've had this chapter finished on my laptop for so long now, I had to post it.

...And, since a friend of mine managed to find this fic, I've also taken the time to reboot the chapters by fixing spelling errors, funky grammar and just overall improving the story to make it a little more appealing. Adding new lines and removing old ones that wasn't as good as they could be. Give it a read and you'll see.

If there's anybody out there, I sincerely apologize for the wait.

Now, without further ado: :)

Chapter 14: Waffle Time


Cox hung up the phone with a sigh. One less problem to deal with.

He glanced at the window. It was still dark outside, and the sun would not be up for several hours. And yet, Carla had answered her phone immediately, as if she had been holding it with one finger on the answer button. Cox wondered if she had slept since JD disappeared.

He turned to the sofa where the young doctor was currently lying, seemingly fast asleep. The TV was still on, but the sound was turned down to "don't wake the kid". Just to make sure that JD would get at least a few hours of uninterrupted rest. He looked like he could need it.

The baseball game was over and Cox didn't feel like watching an old re-run of "Cheers", so he slumped down on the couch with the remote control and started zapping between all the crap the networks had chosen to torment their late night viewers with. He didn't plan on going to sleep, so he might just as well sit here and try to find something to enjoy. This time, he wasn't gonna let Newbie out of his sight. And he sure as hell wasn't gonna repeat Gandhi's mistake.

As the channels flashed by on the television screen, Cox couldn't help but to keep throwing glances towards the young man next to him. He ignored the talk show he had finally stopped at and observed the sleeping doctor instead. His eyes were examining every part of him. Trying to find something. Anything .

"For god's sake, Newbie," Cox muttered in frustration. "Just what the hell is going on with you...?"

Cox felt more and more frustrated over the fact that JD was only one arm's length away from him, but he could still not figure out what was wrong with the kid. Like that thing with the mirror. The Janitor claimed that JD had broken it. Which did explain the wound on his hand, but not why he had done it in the first place. And Carla had said that JD had been acting strange when she had met him. That he had lied about how he injured his hand and that he had seemed frightened of something... Not to mention the morgue incident where he had been acting both paranoid and delusional, not even recognizing Turk at the moment.

Cox regretted not asking JD about these things at the hospital, but what was he supposed to do? Force the kid to open up to him? Make him share every detail about what was going in his head when he did all that stuff? That was the job for the shrink. What good could Cox do with that information? No, Newbie would do just fine without sharing every broken piece of his messed up mind with his so called "mentor".

But it didn't change the fact that this was starting to annoy him... The lack of knowledge was annoying. Everything had a logical explanation. He just hadn't found this particular one yet. He would have to ask Carla later to fill him in on what exactly Newbie had told them in that hospital room. If there were any clues, Cox needed them in order to find the answer to JD's behaviour. Preferably sooner than later.


Earlier that day

Kelso was sitting behind his desk, with his standard grumpy expression. Cox was standing before him, arms crossed and sporting a serious look on his face.

"Are you saying that Dr Dorian is mentally unstable?" Kelso asked after a moment of thought.

"Nooo, I am NOT saying that," Cox clarified, as if he was speaking to a very small child with learning disabilities. "And if you had plugged in your hearing aid this morning instead of the oatmeal you had for breakfast, I wouldn't have to stand here and repeat myself fifty-eight times before you get what I'm trying to tell you."

"If he really has done even half of the things you just told me, it sounds like a damn good reason to get anyone institutionalized," Kelso said.

"For your information, Bobbo, you can't get people 'institutionalized' anymore. And just a FYI, it's also not considered legal to hang people for stealing cattle, shoot your neighbour if he sleeps with your wife, and my god it's not even okay to throw people in jail for being gay."

"I don't care if he's gay," Kelso stated angrily. "I'm already up to my armpits in lawsuits because of incompetent interns or even more incompetent lawyers! The last thing I need is an insane doctor roaming the hospital!"

"To be fair, Bob. No sane person would ever work in this dump, me included, so I frankly don't see your problem here."

Before Kelso had a chance to come up with a come back, Ted suddenly walked in. He was panting and had a suitcase in his left hand. It was rattling slightly in an unsettling way.

"Sorry sir, I tried to get here as soon as I could," Ted apologized.

Cox was studying the moving bag with a puzzled looked and Kelso frowned at it. "What the hell is it that you've got there, Buckland?" Kelso wanted to know.

"It's my pet weasel, sir," Ted answered.

"For the love of god, Ted! What kind of moron brings a rodent to a hospital?!" Kelso yelled.

"But I didn't bring him here, sir," Ted tried to explain. "He got loose in the doctor's lounge and-"

"It did what!?" Kelso yelled.

"It really wasa weasel in there...?" Cox asked in disbelief.

"But I caught him again," Ted quickly added and held up the suitcase. It was shaking violently, as if something was running around in small circles inside of it.

"Get that thing out of my office!" Kelso said, furious with anger. "Damnit, why are you carrying it with you anyway?"

"I thought that I would try to find a good home for him," Ted said and looked at the bag sadly. "I can't keep him, since my mom is afraid of rats... And I'm worried that if I let him out in the parking lot, he will either be run over by an ambulance or the Janitor will catch him again. I've heard rumours about what happened to all the squirrels that used to be around here... Bad rumours."

"Very well... Give it to me then," Kelso muttered bitterly. "I'll take that animal home after work."

"Really, sir?" Ted asked surprised. "That would be great-"

"Yeah, don't mention it," Kelso said bluntly. "Ever since Baxter ate the neighbour's cat, kibbles don't seem to cut it anymore."

Ted was staring at Kelso in shock, looking absolutely horrified. Cox watched the scene for a few seconds before he growled in annoyance and made a sharp whistle. "Hey! Sadsack! He's joking. Now get out of here and take that suitcase with you or I'll throw it out of the window and hope that it will hit a very sick person in the head. Go, go, go, go!"

It took a moment for Ted to recover from the shock but he soon hurried out of the office. Not forgetting to take the bag with him. Cox turned back to Kelso, hands in his pockets. "Alright, Bob. I can tell by your looks that you're about to burst that little jaw muscle you're clenching so dearly, so why don't you tell me exactly what's on your mind and get it over with."

"Fine. I want you to know that I will not let this hospital get sued just because one of my doctors has gone cuckoo. May it be temporarily or not," Kelso told Cox. "Wake up Perry. If Dr Dorian poses any danger to himself or others, then he needs to be somewhere where he can be watched and treated. Not around sick people! I won't alow a liability like that skipping around the halls of my hospital on my watch. If you want to help that protegé of yours, I suggest that you get him to a place where he can be taken care of. Or I will fire him if I have to!"

"If you get him locked up in a mental institution it won't matter if you fire him or not. He will never be able to practice medicine again," Cox said with a stern look. "I'm just saying that we shouldn't jump to any conclusions just yet. The tox screen should be back soon. We'll know more about what may have caused this by then."

"Alright," Kelso answered. "But I want him to be evaluated by a psychiatrist tomorrow. And if it turns out that Dr Dorian belongs in the loony bin, he's not coming back to this hospital ever again."


"Gooood morning, sunshine!"

Cox snapped his eyes open but was immediately greeted by a strong sunlight beaming through his window that forced him to close them again. He slowly got up from the couch and groaned slightly from a pain in his back. He had fallen asleep in a semi sitting position, rendering his spine stiff and bent like a fork. A painful reminder of why he usually preferred to sleep in a bed.

While rubbing his eyes he could clearly hear singing from the kitchen. He knew, without having to look, that his guest was no longer in the couch. Cox sighed in irritation and followed the cheering into the kitchen.

"It's waffle time, waffle time, waffle time," JD sang happily as he was adding waffle after waffle on a plate at the stove. He was still dressed in the clothes Cox had lent him last night. "Would you like some waffles of mine~"

"Would you stop chirping for a second and tell me what the hell you're doing?" Cox asked. His voice was hoarse after just have woken up, but still managed to sound threatening.

"I'm making you-" JD said and quickly pushed the last waffle on to a plate on the table that was already set for two. "…Breakfast! No need to thank me. I'm just being a good house guest. Or a rather great one."

"…You've made waffles," Cox said with a narrow look at JD.

"I sure did!" JD answered happily.

"I don't have waffles," Cox pointed out.

"Which is why I had to make them myself," JD declared proudly. "I've never really made waffles from scratch before, but I think they turned out pretty good for-"

"Where did you get the ingredients?" Cox asked suddenly suspicious. "'Unless you used scotch instead of milk and gin as a substitute for eggs, those waffles are as real as Jordan's breasts."

"Well, it was a bit tricky, I have to admit," JD said with the voice of someone who was just about to tell a funny story. "I woke up an hour ago and I was absolutely starving. I kid you not, it felt like I hadn't eaten for days."

"I'd say that's probably accurate," Cox muttered.

"Anyway, I felt a really strong craving for waffles," JD continued, ignoring Cox. "So I went to the kitchen and happened to notice that you didn't have any at home. Or much else either for that matter… If I may ask, would you need someone to do your shopping when you're at work-"

"That bottle of syrup is soon going to end up in someone's throat unless you get to the point," Cox interrupted, not being the most patient person normally and certainly not newly awaken and with a stabbing pain in his back.

"…So I went to knock on the doors to your neighbors and ask if they had any," JD said calmly.

Cox stared at him quietly with a doubtful look. "My neighbors...?" Cox asked.

"Yes, Perry. Your neighbors," JD explained and folded his arms, with an accusing look. "Since mine happens to be a bit far away and I don't have Sasha with me. And you really need to get to know these people better; they barely knew who you were."

"Newbie, I don't socialize with people that just happen to live in the same building as I do," Cox explained in annoyance. "I prefer to not get involved with anyone else's life, or by god they might think that they can get involved in mine, so please tell me that you at least did not reveal to them what apartment you were representing."

"The subject might have come up," JD admitted with a nervous grimace. "But don't worry! Most of the people I talked to didn't want to help anyway, so I guess you guys got at least one thing in common. And you know what? You should really get to know these people better. If you had, you would know that there's a hottie living in 203 just down the hall. She was the only one who was nice enough to give me the ingredients AND a delicious recipe for waffles. And you won't believe all the kinky stuff she hinted that you could do with the syrup."

"There are no hot chicks in 203," Cox stated. "Only Mr Slawinsky, or "Venus" as he likes to be called at the gay bar where he works."

"... I might have to change my number," JD said with a slightly concerned expression. "Anyhow, I didn't make these waffles just to look pretty, so sit down and eat. Okay?"

Cox glared at the plate in front of him but then sat down in exasperation. At least Newbie was acting like his normal idiot self again... Whatever drugs that had been cooking in his brain yesterday should have flushed out by now. If drugs really was what had caused it... Until they knew for sure, Cox was not going to let his guard down around Newbie. The kid might have fooled Turk and Carla at the hospital, but Cox was not that gullible.

He took his time and studied the waffle in front him, which JD apparently had taken the opportunity to completely soak in syrup. Cox made a grimace. He wasn't a fan of waffles, or anything drenched in liquid sugar for that matter. He considered if he should eat it anyway just to keep the kid in a good mood, unless the act itself would come off as suspicious.

"I know I'm the one who made them, so I probably shouldn't brag, but I'm just gonna go ahead and say it. These waffles are amazing," JD said with great fondness. "Why aren't you eating yours, Perry?"

"What time is it...?" Cox asked as he was rubbing his left temple.

"Well, it was eleven thirty when I woke up, so..." JD checked his wrist watch only to discover that it was still broken. "Huh... I wonder when that happened," he pondered but then snapped his fingers. "Wait, I saw a clock above the TV. Hang on a sec..."

"You don't have to-" Cox began but JD had already left the table and darted into the living room.

Cox realized his chance and quickly opened the kitchen window and let the waffle slide off the plate to freedom. He then closed the window and poured himself a coffee just in time when JD came back.

"I'm happy to announce that it's 12:24 PM!" JD said dramatically. "And the TV was on, so I turned it off for you. And not to be picky, but it's really, really dusty, so if you want I could-"

"You do know that you don't live here, right?" Cox asked. "Don't make yourself too much at home. I'm dropping you off at your place right after breakfast."

"Yeah... Yeah, I know that," JD said, his mood dropping like a rock. "I was just..."

"You were what?" Cox wanted to know.

"I was thinking that I..." JD said. He looked hesitant. "It's just that I was hoping that-" JD was avoiding Cox's gaze and was nervously fiddling with the sleeve of the large shirt before looking at the floor. "...You could let me stay here for a while?"

Cox frowned at JD who was looking like a kid asking for an expensive toy. Cox sighed, got up from his seat and walked up to JD, hands in his pockets. "Why?" Cox asked while observing JD closely.

"Uh, well... It's just that it feels... kinda lonely there, you know," JD said, trying to find the words. "At my apartment, I mean. So I thought-"

"You live with Turk and Carla. They both switched shifts just so that they can be home with you 24/7. There's absolutely no way you'd be lonely," Cox said with a raised eyebrow. "We talked about this at the hospital, remember?"

JD didn't answer and was looking around the kitchen, as if it was his first time seeing it. Cox tilted his head, eying him closely. "Your friends will be there. The whole time. Why on earth would you not want to be with them right now?"

JD fell quiet. He didn't seem to have a straight answer to that question. Cox folded his arms in mild frustration. He could see that the kid was uncomfortable with the subject, but he didn't care. He needed to know what was going through Newbie's head. What had he missed? What had JD not told him yet?

Was this really just because of drugs...?

"Listen to me," Cox finally said. "If you can look me in the eyes and give me a real reason to why you don't want to be in your own apartment right now, I'll let you stay here, and by god, I will even get you waffles for dinner. That's the deal. Take your sweet time to decide, but have in mind that I will be counting down in my head from a number that I'm not going to tell you, and when I reach zero, the deal is off."

"Um..." JD hesitated and laughed nervously. "You know what...? It's not important. I'll be fine at my own place. Just... Let me finish my breakfast and pack my stuff and we'll be on our way. Promise."

Cox didn't say anything but cursed to himself. Damn it. He thought he had created a nice little trap with bait and everything to make JD talk, but the kid had just slipped right through his net like a little bug. He would have to be smarter next time. If there was going to be one.

"Does this syrup taste funny to you?" JD asked from the table as he was reading the text on the bottle.

"You borrowed it from a transvestite who apparently has used it to sugarcoat other things than just waffles, what do you think?" Cox asked.

JD sniffed the bottle and made subtle grimace. He then took his plate and mimicked his mentor as he let the contaminated waffle slide down into the depths of the trashcan.

"You don't happen to have jam, do you?" JD asked politely.

"Look in the cupboard," Cox said with little interest.

JD got up and checked the nearest cupboard. He stretched his neck to see the label on a glass jar when Cox noticed the medical dressing on the back of his head. It had bled through a little, but miraculously it had not come off during his sleep.

"How's your head?" Cox asked.

"It's awesome, thank you for asking," JD said happily. "I dare say that the cross word puzzles may not stand a chance against captain Sir Thinksalot today, which by the way was the working title for a super villain in Turk's and my super hero comic-"

"You know that dressing needs to be replaced, right?" Cox interrupted.

"What needs to be what now?" JD asked confused.

"Newsflash Newbie: you've got a wound in the back of your skull," Cox declared. "The medical dressing has bled through during the night. Some doctors would say that it should be switched out for a clean one, but perhaps you are of a different opinion."

JD stared at Cox. He then quickly examined the area with his fingers and discovered the bloodied fabric. His shocked expression made Cox slowly get up from his chair with a wary look. "You don't remember being treated for a head injury a couple of hours ago?"

"That's ridiculous, of course I remember-"

"No, you don't," Cox said. He walked up to JD to take a closer look at his eyes, making the younger doctor move away a bit. "Tell me this, princess... What do you remember from last night? And I'll give you a hint right away to make it easier for you. We did not spend the night making sweet, sweet love to each other. I know it might look that way, all clues considered, but the answer would be wrong. Now, if you could just tell me what really happened last night, in as much detail as possible, that would be terrific."

"...Is this because I poured too much syrup on your waffle?" JD asked hesitatingly.

"Wrong answer," Cox stated. "Stay here for a bit, I'm gonna go get something…"

"For the waffles?" JD asked. "It would be awesome with some whipped cream, but I couldn't find any in the kitchen and I was too afraid to check your bedroom…"

"There are nothing in my and Jordan's bedroom except for an essence of dread and fear. And the only thing edible in there would be the dead deer Jordan keeps under her side of the bed in case she wants a midnight snack," Cox explained. "Just sit tight there. I'll be back in a sec."

"What exactly is it that you need to get anyway?" JD asked with a small frown and followed him out of the kitchen. "Can I come?"

"What the… No! No, no, and no. You sit right here on your butt like a nice little girl and don't move," Cox said and made JD sit down on the nearest kitchen chair. "Understand? Terrific. I'll be right back."

"But-" JD protested, and made an attempt to get up.

"No," Cox said, and pressed JD firmly back into the chair with one hand on his shoulder. "Good god, Newbie... You are not a duckling and I'm certainly not the tin can you happened to see when you hatched and believe to be your mother. Now sit before I tie you to the chair!"

JD knew better than to put up a fight and went quiet. Just as promised, Cox was back in the kitchen in a matter of seconds with a penlight in his hand.

"What are you doing?" JD asked and blinked when Cox flashed the sharp light in his eyes.

"Well, Newbie. Last night, you knew you had a head injury, and today you don't," Cox explained as he withdrew the penlight and studied JD suspiciously. "And all things considered you are in fact still a doctor, so why don't you go ahead and tell me why I'm doing this? I also need you to tell me exactly how much you do remember from yesterday, just in case anything else has been misplaced in that faulty up brain of yours."

"My brain is fine, thank you very much," JD said in annoyance. "And I know I hurt my head yesterday, I'm not an idiot."

"So you do remember?" Cox asked, but his voice was doubtful.

"Yes, as a matter of fact I do," JD claimed. "It was rainy and slippery and… I accidentally fell on a couple of stairs."

"Really. That's what happened?"

"I just told you, didn't I?"

Cox kept staring at him without blinking. He couldn't tell if JD was lying. If he wasn't, then everything was good. He remembered something he couldn't recall last night, and that meant that he was improving. However, if he was lying right now, they had a problem. And not a small one.

"Look, I was just in the middle of locating something for my breakfast. Can this interrogation wait until I've had something to eat?" JD said with a hint of irritation as he left the chair and picked down a random glass jar from the shelf behind him. According to its label, it contained raspberry jam. JD stared at it. "Huh. Look at that. You really did have jam."

"Newbie…" Cox said warningly, well aware of that JD just had changed the subject. And he didn't like it one bit.

"You know, there's one weird thing that has always bothered me a little when it comes to raspberry jam. Or strawberry jam. Or any red jam actually," JD mused, apparently deciding to keep ignoring Cox. "If the jar would accidentally break and you cut yourself on the glass, you wouldn't be able to tell what's jam and what's blood. I mean, who would even dare to eat that? Someone should make an effort to prevent it, like... Maybe you could color the berries blue or something?"

JD's eyes drifted away with a dreamy expression. Cox watched him suspiciously but then grabbed JD's shoulder and made him turn around. "Hey! Newbie!" Cox said with a sharp voice and snapped his fingers right in front of JD's face. "What are you doing?"

JD's eyes darted towards Cox and stared at him. The younger doctor's breathing had suddenly quickened significantly and he looked shaken all of a sudden. Like someone who had just dodged a bullet.

"S-sorry," JD mumbled with his eyes on the floor. "I guess I'm... I'm still kinda tired, you know. It's like I'm drifting off to sleep standing up..."

"No kidding," Cox said with a sigh and turned his back to JD.

"Look, I know that I'm probably gonna regret asking this, bit... Why are you being so nice to me?" JD asked, making Cox immediately turn back to him.

"And what the hell have I done to give you that impression?" Cox said with a frown.

"Well, it's more of the things you haven't done actually," JD said with a nervous laugh. "Like, you haven't called me any girl names, made me feel like a bad doctor, or yelling at me or making fun of me. At least not as much as you normally do."

Cox stared at JD, unable to come up with a good answer.

"Just... Eat your damn breakfast, will ya," Cox said, dropping the whole matter. "I'm gonna go and check if your clothes are dry. Hopefully karma won't be a bitch today by clogging up the traffic, and then maybe this time, we won't get scolded by your kindergarten teacher for being late again. Understand?"

"Gotcha! Dad..." JD said, with an amused smile.

Cox immediately turned around and glared at JD threateningly.

"...A one-sided joke?" JD asked uncertainly.

"Uh-huh," Cox confirmed.

"I'll just be quiet and eat."

"'Atta boy."

Cox went to the bedroom and found JD's clothes thrown over the back of a chair. He picked them up and tried to decide whether they were dry enough for JD to change back into. Or maybe it would be easier to just let the kid keep the clothes he was wearing.

There was a sound of something from the kitchen and running steps. Cox dropped the clothes and left the bedroom, remembering too late his promise to not leave Newbie alone.

He found JD in the living room near an open window. He seemed to be looking at something down on the street below.

"For god's sake, what now?" Cox asked, dragging his hand through his hair.

When JD didn't answer, Cox made an annoyed growl and went to see for himself. Right outside the building was an ambulance and Cox could now see two paramedics leaving the vehicle.

"Huh," Cox said with a shrug. "Perhaps Mr Slawinsky in 203 got so heartbroken when you didn't return his calls that he decided to end it all. I'm not that into patching up relationships, including my own, but you should probably give the man a call and see if he's alright-"

"Did you call them?" JD asked, and looked directly at Cox with blaming eyes.

"What are you talking about?" Cox replied with a raised eyebrow.

"You called them didn't you...?" JD said with a hollow voice, not taking his eyes of Cox. "That's why the ambulance is here. You told the others that I'm here. Right?"

"Newbie, listen to me..." Cox sighed patiently.

"No!" JD snapped, making Cox frown at the younger doctor. "I... I begged you not to tell anyone where I was, and then what? You just went ahead and did it anyway? Why would you do that?!"

"For god's sake… Of course I called them!" Cox said, raising his voice too. "You showed up in the middle of the night, telling me that you've been gone for hours! Everyone were worried sick about you, so I called them just to let them know that you weren't lying dead in a ditch somewhere. But I sure as hell didn't ask them to send a damn ambulance!"

JD stared at Cox and seemed to slowly realizing something. "... I can't trust you," JD said, with an empty voice.

"What's that supposed to mean?" Cox asked in slight annoyance.

JD was slowly backing away from Cox, his eyes fixed on the older Doctor like a rabbit watching a predator. Cox quickly caught on to what was going down."Don't," Cox said, his voice serious. "Listen, Newbie... I don't know what's going on in your head, but you have to understand one thing: Nobody is trying to hurt you. It's the truth, and deep down I think you know it pretty damn well too."

"Then why did you lie to me?" JD said, still moving away from Cox step by step, his eyes darting all over the living room. "I-I thought I could trust my friends, I thought I could trust you... I can't trust anything anybody say, I can't-"

"Calm down," Cox said sternly. "Newbie, you're not thinking straight. You have to get through that paranoid delusional mess of thoughts you're having right now and see what's really going on here."

"I have to get out of here," JD rambled and looked around. "I can't stay here, I-I have to-"

Cox noticed how JD suddenly turned his looks to the open window. It was large enough for a person to step right through. And then fall two floors on a street made of concrete. Cox was ruefully reminded of that Turk had found JD on the roof of the hospital yesterday.

JD suddenly dashed towards the window, but Cox was quicker and managed to block the way before JD got to it. "Don't even think about it, Newbie. For the love of god, you could break both your legs!" Cox said angrily.

Then Cox realized his mistake. As soon as he had moved to block the window, he had left the way to the front door completely open. Before Cox could take another step, JD bolted towards the unlocked door. Cox cursed loudly and followed him only to see JD's back disappear through the door and slamming it shut behind him. When Cox opened the door again, he could see the younger doctor leaving for the stairs. He could still get him. There was no way a kid who doesn't work out and live on a diet of appletinis and muffins would beat Cox in a footrace.

He ran through the corridor as fast as he could, slipping slightly as he took the first couple of stairs in one jump to save time, but swiftly recovered his balance and soon made it down to the house's entrance. But the moment Cox reached the outside of the building, JD was nowhere to be seen. Cox took a chance and went with left, hoping that was the way JD had taken. He wasn't even sure what he would do when he caught up with the kid. Tackle him to the ground? Yeah, that ought to calm him down... He would just have to find a way to corner him somehow and try to talk some sense into him. And if that wouldn't work... Well, the important thing was to get Newbie back in once piece, with or without his permission... If force would prove to be the only way, then so be it.

It turned out that Cox had been thinking too far ahead, because after running for a minute he had to accept that he had made the wrong turn. JD had not turned left. He could literally be anywhere by now.

"Damnit...!" Cox yelled, and panted slightly from the run as he walked back to his apartment.

He had screwed up. And Carla was going to kill him for it... Where the hell would that messed up kid go now? Obviously not to his apartment, and hardly the hospital... Barbie's place? Cox had no idea where she lived or what her living arrangements were, but if JD hadn't gone there in the first place, he was probably not going there now.

Cox slammed the door shut behind him as he entered his own apartment. He had to call Carla. This was not going to be pleasant, but there was no other choice.

They were back to square one, and he had no idea how they would move on from here.


Next Time: We'll be back to JD's point of view, and we'll meet someone new... A character who has been on Scrubs several times but hasn't showed up in this story yet. I think you'll like him. ;) Oh, and I'm not gonna let you miss out on Cox's conversation with Carla over a certain escaped Bambi.