AN: This is my first Scrubs story. I just started reading Scrubs fics not too long ago, and it has since become my favorite fandom. So… this is me giving back! Plus I want to write a Christmas themed story, and this seemed like a good idea. I don't know if anyone has done anything like it before, but if they have, I sincerely apologize. I swear I didn't mean to steal your idea! This could be set in season six. For the purposes of this story, JD still lives on his porch (and is aware of his vasovagal syncope, but not the fact that Kim didn't miscarry.) Anywho, this is not going to be slash, so sorry all you people who might have been hoping for that. And this is loosely inspired by A Christmas Carol by Charles Dickens, which, obviously, I do not own. Nor do I own Scrubs.
Perry Cox loathed Christmas. For the life of him, he could not understand what was so god damn appealing about the cold, mythological births, miserable family gatherings and selfish commercialism. The obnoxiously cheerful demeanor of others didn't help his sour mood. Honest to God, he understood why the holidays were the time of year when the most people committed suicide.
To make matters even more miserable, Jordan had decided that she and Jack needed some quality time with her mother. So, prescribed bed rest or not, she had decided to take his family away from him in this supposedly wonderful time of year.
"We-ell, Merry Christmas Eve to you Perry!" No. If ah-ah-ahnything could make his life even mo-ore miserable it was listening to Newbie flap his girly mouth on and on and on and on and on about just how lovely it was that Christmas was finally here! And did she re-ha-healy just call him Perry? Oh, that little girl was so-ho dead. Growling, he turned around slowly, baring his teeth. When he was finally facing the object of annoyance, he aimed his best make-interns-wet –themselves glare. "How would you like to attend my Christmas party tomorrow? It's going to absolutely fabulous!"
Dr. Cox's growl became even more menacing. "Deh-bra!" he spat out, "First of all, let me compliment you on that stunning holiday dress of yours. Makes you look so ve-he-heary slim, but still emphasizes your womanly curves. And second of all, I care so very little about you or any exciting sleepover parties that you and your little gal pals have planned that even by hearing your annoyingly chipper query just now, I'm wasting my both my time and brain cells that could be used actually doing something useful like, I don't know, saving lives?! So hows about you lose the Santa hat, drop the plate of cookies, realize that no one cares, and do your JOB!" Pausing just long enough to see the pleasure leave his eyes, he pushed past him with another growl.
"So, C-bear, what time should I expect you and Carla at my Christmas bash?" JD asked Turk nonchalantly.
"Dude!" Turk replied. "I already told you! We can't come. This is Izzy's first Christmas, and we both think that she should spend it with family. Besides, none of them have really gotten the chance to meet her yet. Sorry dude."
JD smiled gamely. "It's okay brown bear, I get it. I mean when Kim has…er… if Kim hadn't miscarried, I would have wanted my family to meet my kid too. I totally get it."
"Oh, JD!" Elliot said, skidding to a stop. "I know I said that I was gonna come to your thing tomorrow, but Keith and I think that Christmas would be an awesome day to have a romantic dinner, you know? I'm really, really sorry about this. But would that be okay with you? If not, the two of us could come…"
JD cut her off, "No, no, its fine. No one else can come anyway; I guess I'll just… go see my family. Yeah. It'll be a good."
As Dr. Cox overheard Newbie's friends systematically reject him, he couldn't help but feel a small twinge of guilt. Quickly clamping down on it, he reminded himself that the kid's life was charmed. He was the golden boy of the hospital, had great friends, and a happy, normal childhood. As far as his pathetic attempt to have a Christmas party went, everyone had their own things to do, and Pricilla's family would probably spend the whole time fawning over him and generally spoiling his sorry ass. Newbie had had it easy, Perry hadn't. Newbie had it easy. Perry didn't. It was simple as that. Feeling guilty was absolutely ridiculous.
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