kat_lair | Scrubs Drabbles: Family, Flicker, President (Reply)

Birthday drabbles for scruby. Scrubs is a fandom that for me requires first person JD voice, and goddamn but that’s hard to do in a 100-word drabble. I mean, JD likes to ramble, the whole series likes to ramble, but the drabble format won’t let me ramble. Talk about challenging writing…

Scrubs | Cox/JD pre-slash/friendship | G

Family
(prompt: birthday)

The carnival was a swirl of sounds and smells, the sun licking everything corn yellow.

“Go with your Auntie Ariel. I’ll be here, taking photos to share with all your future dates.”

I actually preferred Cinderella, but Dr. Cox didn’t need to know that. Jack was already squealing, hands sticky with cotton candy and ice-cream, as I hefted him into my arms.

“Come on then birthday boy. Let’s take a ride on the Love Boat.” I spun Jack around until we were both dizzy and laughing.

Dr. Cox rolled his eyes and snapped a picture. I pretended not to notice.

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Scrubs | Cox/JD pre-slash/friendship | PG

Flicker
(prompt: TV)

The doctor’s lounge at 4 am; shopping channel, empty candy wrappers, too many thoughts. The shadows were blue and black, reminding me of Turk’s face after that unfortunate incident in the bird sanctuary.

I wasn’t asleep, and didn’t want to be.

The creak of the door and I turned away, the light too harsh on my sensitive eyes. Dr. Cox walked in, steps heavy with failure. I didn’t need to hear it to know what had happened.

He shoved my feet to the floor, making room on the sofa. “The General Hospital is on.”

I handed the remote over wordlessly.

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Scrubs/The Simpsons (yes, really) | Cox/JD pre-slash/friendship | PG

President
(prompt: The Simpsons)

Vote for Lisa, the poster said.

I was going to.

“I wouldn’t.”

What?

“Relax, newbie. No, your greatest fear hasn’t come true.”

I huffed, indignant. “You don’t know—”

“That I develop telepathy and hear your sordid little fantasies.”

Shit.

Dr. Cox crossed his arms. “Naturally you’d vote for someone who supports fluffy liberal values like energy conservation, gay marriage, cutting military funding—”

“And you don’t?” I did not sound disappointed and hurt. At all.

Well, maybe a bit.

“That’s not it,” Dr. Cox said, voice gruff. “Just not sure she’ll survive the whole four years. She looks a bit… jaundiced.”