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Ok, so we've compiled the prompts a bit early. They are below the cut. Before you take a gander at all the awesomeness, though, take a look at these nifty instructions:

-Pick a prompt (any prompt, even your own) and write fic/make a video/make a graphic! No minimum length. No minimum rating.

-When you're all ready to release your abomination upon the world, post it in the comments section of this entry. Format the subject like like this: Title, Prompt you're responding to (i.e. pairing, word/phrase).

-If your fic exceeds 4,300 characters, post it in your journal and comment with the link.

-Feel free to post the results of your hideous labors anywhere. Just link back here, please.

-Don't worry about repeating prompts. More than one take on the same pairing/phrase is great.

-You have until 11:59 EST on Tuesday, November 27 to post your fic!

Ben/Jordan, Ben's only half lying when he describes his sisters' kisses.
Carla/Janitor, "why does nothing ever stay fixed?"
Carla/JD, forbidden
Carla/Kelso, where are those charts?
Carla/The Todd, "Why do you hide?"
Cox/Danni, "cigarette"
Cox/Elliot, "moment killer"
Cox/Lavern, Faith
Cox/Neena, "walking lawsuit"
Dan/Danni, Backseat
Doug/Jordan - intimidation
Doug/Random Corpse, "You don't judge me..."
Elliot/Harrison, Cheese and 'Whine'
Elliot/Kelso, My Old Man Fetish
Elliot/Kelso, "Daddy Issues"
Elliot/Rowdy, lonely(non-sexual, of course)
Elliot/Rowdy, man's best friend
Elliot/Ted, frick!
Elliot/The Todd, Scrubs
Elliot/The Todd, Todd gets his bell
Elliot/Troy, egg salad
Enid Kelso/Ted, Payback
Hooch/Jordan, "CRAZY"
Jack/Jennifer Dylan - "Mine!"
Janitor/Jordan, Dominance
Janitor/Laverne, "Ends Well"
JD/"Lady", another way to ruin the Janitor's life
JD/Laverne, "Mhm."
Teenage Jennifer Dylan Cox/Teenage Sammy Dorian, role reversal
Janitor/Jordan - layers
Janitor/Jordon, "For the LULZ!"
Joe/Jordan, "Resist"
Jordan/Kelso, "power play"
Jordan/Kelso, Favor
Jordan/Dr. Mickhead, "Reverse Cowgirl" (ref: My Quarantine, season 4)
Jordan/Randall, "kung fu"
Keith/Kim, rejected
Lavern/Turk, Commonality
Neena/Ted, "freeze"
Slagathor/Todd, I guess

Barry Reid/JD, meeting
Dr. Beardface/Cabbage - incompetence
Beardface/Colonel Doctor, hair care
Ben/Dan, "big brother club"
Ben/JD, post-mortem
Cabbage/Doug, Failure
Cox/Dan, Bubbles
Cox/Dan, Favorites
Cox/Dan, "half decent"
Cox/Dave Norris (the pediatrician with the puppet), dexterity
Cox/Doug, "Hit me, baby."
Cox/Franklin, Apology
Cox/Harrison, Exploration
Cox/Harrison, "daddy issues"
Cox/Janitor - massage chair
Cox/Janitor, torment JD war
Cox/Kelso, Top Dog
Cox/Kelso - nostalgia
(Intern) Cox/Kelso, "apprentice"
Cox/Kelso, something to do with that scene from 7x01 in the lounge
Cox/Kevin Casey - can't stop
Cox/Kevin Casey, Interns' Night Out
Cox/Kevin Casey, studying
Cox/Kevin Casey, battle of the mentors
Cox/Lloyd, special delivery
Cox/Marco, "She's too good for him"
Cox/Pete, Not exactly tackling, this time.
Cox/Dr. Steadman, "first place"
Cox/Ted: "whipped"
Cox/Todd, manipulation
Cox/Turk, Pee Buddies
Cox/Turk, Stress Relief
Cox/Turk, competition
Cox/Turk, 'dain you
Cox/Turk, fight over JD
Cox/Dr. Wen, "surgery vs. medical"
Dan/Doug, screw-up
Dan/Janitor, payback
Doug/JD, A Helping Hand
Doug/JD, Freezer
Doug/Ted, dead people
Doug/Ted, Spandex
Doug/Ted, Misery Loves Company
Nurse Flowers/Ted, "Manly" Men
Teenage Jack Cox/Teenage Sammy Dorian, living through your children
Janitor/Keith, "substitute"
Janitor/Kelso, mop
Janitor/Kelso, pay raise
Janitor/Dr. Mickhead, "But where will we hide the body?"
Janitor/Randal, touche
Janitor/Snoop Dogg Attending, forgotten names
Janitor/Ted, go green
Janitor/Ted, hemp briefs
Janitor/The Todd, 'more fragile than he looks'
Janitor/Todd, the song "Touch Me" from Spring Awakening
JD/Harrison, it's raining men
JD/Kelso, "cookie"
JD/Kevin Casey, Hero Worship
JD/Kevin Casey, plunder
JD/Leonard (Security Guard with a hook for a hand big afro), line
JD/Maury(Matthew Perry), guitar.
JD/Nick Murdoch (Sean Hayes), Jealousy
JD/Rowdy, Dry Spell
JD/Sean, "dominance"
JD/Ted, Puppets
JD/TheTodd, No One Will Ever Know
JD/The Todd, Perfectly Straight
JD/The Todd, "You don't understand!"
JD/The Todd, Rowdy
JD/The Todd, nutella
JD/The Todd, Todd's name means 'fox'
JD/Troy (Sloppy Joe Guy), "strawbRARY"
Keith/Loyd, drugs
Kelso/Dr. Kevin Casey, medication bargaining
Kelso/Dr. Steadman, "next in line"
Kelso/Ted, snark
Kelso/Ted, Respect
Kelso/Ted, dominance
Kelso/The Todd, pattern
Marco/The Todd - "Those are mine"
Marco/Turk, prove it
Ted/The Todd, insecure
Ted/The Todd, unappreciated
Ted/Turk, dare
TheTodd/Turk, Locker Room
TheTodd/Turk, Basketball
The Todd/Turk, surgeons' games
The Todd/Turk - lunch
Turk/Dr. Wen, Precision

Bonnie/Carla, "Real reason, Turk!"
Carla/Jordan, Tequila
Carla/Julie(the pharmaceutical rep), left out
Carla/Laverne, late night
Carla/Laverne, Overnight Shift
Carla/Laverne, Chocolate
Carla/Dr. Miller, defend
Danni Sullivan/Elliot, revenge
Danni/Elliot, "natural blonde"
Elliot/Juile, "that's what she said"
Elliot/Kim, crying
Elliot/Miller, "Are you asking me out on a date?"
Gift Shop Girl/Molly Clock- ditzy
Isabella/Jennifer Dylan - ice cream
Jordan/The Harpies, bffs
Jordan/Laverne, "baptism"
Jordan/Dr. Miller, "ugh... Men!"
Jordan/Molly - Sugary sweet
Jordan/Neena (Broderick), Queen Bee
Jordan/Neena, domination
Jordan/Nurse Tisdale, hobby

Ben/Danni/Jordan, freak out
Bob/Cox/Joe/Turk, "sooo nice"
Carla/Elliot/Kim/Jordan (group), girls night out
Cox/Kelso/Steadman, "power struggle"
Danni/Elliot/Julie/Kim/Kylie/Tasty Coma Wife, "Ex Girlfriend Club"
Elliot/Janitor/Jordan, "two rights make wrong"
Elliot/Jordan/Dr. Miller, "Real Feminist"
Elliot/The Todd/JD, Todd and Elliot square off to get 'their' man ("Everyone knows your just using him for sex!", "Bitch! I will burn your house down!")The Worthless Peons (foursome), practice
Keith/JD/The Todd - size matters

Fun was had by all when it came to prompts. So let's get the fic coming!



( 45 abominations — Are you twisted? )
Nov. 14th, 2007 08:37 am (UTC)
His Conclusions - Cox/Harrison, Exploration
Guess I'll go first. ;)

His Conclusions

Cox/Harrison, Exploration
Nov. 14th, 2007 08:32 pm (UTC)
Re: His Conclusions - Cox/Harrison, Exploration
Oh dear. LOL. I love your stuff so much, and I love how Harrison sees right through Perry's act. Did I sense a bit of Bobbo/Perry there? :)
Nov. 14th, 2007 09:04 pm (UTC)
Re: His Conclusions - Cox/Harrison, Exploration
Thanks babe. lol Oh good god... Now you're just fishing for more badwrong fic. ;)
Nov. 14th, 2007 08:19 pm (UTC)
Her Indecent Proposal--Danni/Elliot, Natural Blonde
“Are you a natural blonde?”

Elliot glanced up to see Danni Sullivan leaning casually against the nurse’s station counter, looking bored and very, very tanned. She resisted rolling her eyes. “Yeah, why?”

“Prove it,” Danni said simply before popping her gum.

Elliot snorted. “What am I supposed to do, take you to my medicine cabinet and show you that I don’t have any dye?” She shook her head at the ridiculousness of the scenario and went back to concentrating on her chart, hoping that the younger woman would take a hint and leave her alone.

This time, it was Danni’s turn to roll her eyes. She decided to try a slightly less subtle tactic. “You wanna have sex?”

Elliot frowned. “You mean, like, in general?”

“No,” Danni replied casually, pausing to blow a bubble. “I mean with me.”

Elliot jerked her head up and stared at her, stunned. “Why would you even ask me that? It’s totally inappropriate.”

“What, because you’re at work, or because we have the same ex-boyfriend?” She glanced down at her nails. “Or because you’re doing Jordan?”

Elliot turned pink and glanced around to see if anyone was watching .“Yeah, how about all of the above?! Danni, Jordan’s your sister.”

“So? That hasn’t stopped her from sleeping with, like, every guy I’ve ever dated.”

“So you though what?” Elliot asked, her voice rising a little. “You would just get one over on her by sleeping with—”

“Woah, I never said anything about sleeping,” Danni interrupted. “I mean, I guess we could if you’re a right side of the bed person. But we wouldn’t have to.”

“Focus!” Elliot snapped. She glanced around and smiled reassuringly at a few onlookers before whipping back around to glare at Danni. She lowered her voice. “Look, even if it wouldn’t be totally creepy, just because I’m…doing things with Jordan, doesn’t mean I’m some sort of gay slut who just sleeps wi—has sex with anyone now. Ok?”

“Ok,” Danni agreed. “That’s cool. I’ll settle for making out.”

Elliot opened her mouth for what would have almost assuredly been a very shrill reply, but Dani cut her off. “Look, just meet me in the utility closet in ten minutes. It’s just making out. I did that with, like, half my middle school. No big deal. But if you don’t meet me, I’m totally going to follow you around for the rest of the day asking questions about medical terminology.” She paused. “What’s a larynx, anyway? It sounds kinda like a jungle cat.”

Elliot banged her head against a wall.

Twenty minutes later, Elliot gasped against Danni’s lips as the younger woman’s hands made their way under her scrubs top. She broke the kiss, panting.

“You’re not going to tell Jordan about this, are you?”

Danni smirked and leaned down to nip at Elliot’s ear lobe. “You don’t much about our family do you?”

Elliot sighed. “I take it that’s a ‘yes’?”

Nov. 14th, 2007 10:15 pm (UTC)
Re: Her Indecent Proposal--Danni/Elliot, Natural Blonde
hahaha, oh noes, poor Elliot, she just can't get away from thos Sullivan woman, can she? Nicely done, lol.
Nov. 14th, 2007 10:17 pm (UTC)
Re: Her Indecent Proposal--Danni/Elliot, Natural Blonde
(and apparently I can't actually spell, either.)

*those. >.>
Nov. 23rd, 2007 05:32 am (UTC)
Re: Her Indecent Proposal--Danni/Elliot, Natural Blonde
your avatar makes me smile inside.
Nov. 15th, 2007 08:25 pm (UTC)
Re: Her Indecent Proposal--Danni/Elliot, Natural Blonde
Thanks! Yeah, poor Elliot has the best curse ever. :)
Nov. 15th, 2007 01:26 am (UTC)
His Cold; Ben/JD "Post-Mortem"

Ben Sullivan/JD - Post-Mortem

If he keeps still, maybe Ben would go away.

(The smell is terrible, and he's so cold, oh God)

He squeezes his eyes closed.

"Aw, come on, JD!" A poke to his side with a finger that instantly snaps in half on firm contact with his skin. Ben crawls up his body and presses his face against his neck. His face is wet, and JD just knows rotten slivers of flesh is sticking to him. He swallows thickly, trying not to gag. "Come on, JD, stop being a cold fish!"

JD opens his eyes, then. Ben is staring down at him, and JD expects to see an eyeless, bug-infested ghoul; Ben's face is quite intact. To his surprise, he looks just like he used to, only he's pale...oh so very pale, and so cold...

"What are you?"

"Ben!" Ben chirps, licking the side of his face playfully. "Now quit playing hard to get! I only got an hour before I turn into mulch again!"

JD gives him a tremulous smile and gives in. You only live once...well...erm...
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:02 am (UTC)
Re: His Cold; Ben/JD "Post-Mortem"
*throws up*

Zomg, serious squick-fic there, haha. Sick, but somehow still well done.
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:32 am (UTC)
Re: His Cold; Ben/JD "Post-Mortem"
Ben crawls up his body

No...no....no no no nononononoNO!

D: Oh god!
Nov. 15th, 2007 04:56 am (UTC)
Re: His Cold; Ben/JD "Post-Mortem"
We have brought this abomination upon ourselves, I suppose... *snickers* Well done in your er usually scary/intriguing way.
Nov. 15th, 2007 06:02 am (UTC)
Re: His Cold; Ben/JD "Post-Mortem"
In re: all above comments: I need to scour my brain. Oh God, I'm still ill about it. :X It was terribly horrifying to write as it was to read.

And yes. You have opened an awful can of worms here, guys. *can't wait to see other people's blasphemies* XD
Nov. 17th, 2007 12:06 am (UTC)
Re: His Cold; Ben/JD "Post-Mortem"
.... This has to be one of those extremely rare moments where I'm actually happy that I've already been mentally scarred enough by some things in HP ficdom to not be as disturbed by this as I should be. O_o If that makes any sense.

It was written well though. ^^;;
Nov. 17th, 2007 06:18 pm (UTC)
Re: His Cold; Ben/JD "Post-Mortem"
*has heeby-jeeby spasm in the spine* Squick much? But totally worth it.
Nov. 22nd, 2007 12:49 am (UTC)
Re: His Cold; Ben/JD "Post-Mortem"
Woah, that's creepy o.o But very well-written. I had fun reading it.
Nov. 15th, 2007 11:36 am (UTC)
His Favor, Kelso/Jordan Favor
Nov. 21st, 2007 10:35 am (UTC)
Title: Alpha
Bob Kelso/Perry Cox: Top Dog

You remember him as an intern. Interns are like puppies: awkward, funny looking, and prone to making messes on the new carpet. They cower in fear at the slightest hint of thunder. They look to you for guidance, acceptance and love; even when you scream at them and swat at them with the newspaper.

He was different from the other interns though. It was his unwillingness to cower that attracted you in the first place.

That crazy staff Christmas Eve party his first year here resulted in the two of you getting in a passionate mess in the office they assigned you as Residency Director.

It's wrong, it's so terribly wrong. He's male (but that didn't matter back in the war, and Harrison had to get it from somewhere), he's your intern (but the kid's bright enough that as long as he doesn't seriously fuck up in the next six months he's shoe in for a residency), and you're both really really drunk off that cheap vodka he brought.

Enid's kicked you out though, after catching you with one of your call girls in Spread Eagle position (again). He was yelling at someone on the payphone earlier tonight so he's probably also been evicted from wherever he's staying.

You're impressed the next day when he acts like nothing happened, most people can't do that. Most interns are either tripping over their own paws in lust or looking for a way to manipulate the situation in their favor.

It doesn't make him more pliable, you find as the incidents continue on into his residency. You thought about molding him into your pet after the first incident (Where did he learn that thing with his tongue?). He's the perfect acolyte: Young, strong, handsome, and the brightest of the sane residents.

Except he doesn't heel to anyone... he will go along, but behind those killer blue eyes you can see he's thinking of how *he* would do it better.

He's also made higher allies: Benson's has made him his protege (who can top the Chief of Medicine?) and he's also taken up with the Sullivan girl on the board of trustees (You wish the kid luck with that iron fisted bitch).

Still, it doesn't occur to you to worry until your first day as Chief of Medicine, coincidentally his first day as an attending. He's asking for permission to get a patient with no insurance a TIPS procedure. Is this the manipulation you've been waiting for? He doesn't seem like the type, even now, but you need to lay down the law.

"Dr. Cox, you're no longer a resident here. Surely by now you've learned that we treat the patient as much as we're able, and as much as their insurance allows."

"But this procedure could---"

"No insurance. No surgery."

You walk away triumphant, or so you think. In the end, even the surgery would have been too late as the patient dies shortly afterwards. Then he does some digging and discovers you saw that patient twice the year before, when TIPS was still an option. He also knows that Benson always was a sucker for hard luck cases.

And suddenly you have one very angry lone wolf gnawing at your heels.

Fortunately, he falls on his own sword time and again as he chases off those might help him with his own. He even manages to run off Miss Sullivan. You try not to be impressed at the feat.

The he takes her back when she pops out his kid, and you know you're in for a world trouble. Between her power, and that whiny resident that's always trailing him pushing him, he's made Residency Director and your second in command.

Recently the rivalry has mellowed though... maybe it's because he's gotten older, or he has kids, or even that one annoying little hippie tagalong of his finally got through to him; but the barbs have no venom to them any more. You find you don't resent the idea of him taking your place as alpha dog in the hospital as much you used to.

Maybe someday soon you can ask him where he learned that thing with his tongue... and what other tricks he learned.

Maybe someday soon you can ask where he learned

Nov. 21st, 2007 08:56 pm (UTC)
Holy crap that was awesome. I love love love the image of the interns as puppies to Kelso, and that Cox is the one that won't heel, how that's appealing at first, but yet goes astray and grows up to be the lone wolf.
Nov. 21st, 2007 11:12 am (UTC)
Info at the bottom... because it would ruin the effect.

Title: Compulsion
Pairing: Kevin Casey/Perry Cox
Prompt: Can't Stop

1. 2. 3. 4...

You watch the steady pulse of his juglar vein as he watches the television. It's a soap opera, and you could probably write a whole paper on why that doesn't make sense.

Nothing about him ever makes sense. He's chaos in action. He's everything that makes your skin crawl and itch to flick the light switches.

You're not aroused by him, you're not you're not you're not.

He's attractive, you know in a pure aesthtical way. Not because you're attracted to him. He's even quite funny, in his own way you think (not because you're attracted to him). He's quite brilliant, not as brilliant as you, but then again he doesn't have the advantage of being compulsed to study the chart six times (not because you're attracted to him).

Maybe you're just jealous. He is what you could be: normal. He's not normal though, he's just a different kind of dysfunctional that isn't apparent on the outside (not because you're attracted to him).

You like that brokeness that he hides (not because you're attracted to him). You can remember when he was pestering you to help him with metabolic disorders, and you'd agreed (not because you're attracted to him) because what else were you going to do on a Friday night but read your textbooks?

Ever since the OCD started showing, people have been sympathetic and quietly patient as you go through your routines. You can tell they feel guilty for being impatient with you as your routine stretches into hours.

He wasn't though, that night, as he sits beside you on the couch. You cursed that you'd only bought the couch, figuring you wouldn't be doing enough entertaining to justify a chair too. Sitting on the couch together, almost touching, the smell of soap and clean warm body tickling your nose (not because you're attracted to him).

Part of you wondered, hysterically, how he can possibly be studying, as you sit next to each other. You could barely keep your mind focussed on the text as you tap the corners of the page repeatedly: top right, bottom left, top right, bottom right, top left, bottom right--- shit start again, top right, bottom left (not because you're attracted to him).

"Dammit!" He yanks the book away from your reach and you feel it's loss and begin to panic. "You have definitely got to stop the tapping or you're going to drive me insane!"

It was the first time since you've been diagnosed that someone's forced you to stop. You felt a sudden wave of calm rush over you and it was like the best high you ever had when smoking pot. The ritual is interrupted and for once you didn't care. The world wouldn't end, you knew, if you didn't tap that page one more time.

You watched as rusty flush crawled up his neck as he realizes what an insensitive thing he's said. You couldn't find the words to tell him that it didn't matter. Mostly because you were watching those capillaries fill with blood. You wanted to make those capillaries fill more often (Because you are attracted to him).

That is the whole crux of the problem, you think as you watch him take a drink of his soda. You watch his adam's apple bob as the fluid makes it's way down (not because you're attracted to him).

He can stop your rituals and not make you crazy. But you're not gay and neither is he; even if he were, you would be submitting to a whole different type of compulsion.

He's not stable, not like your routines. To follow him is to run headlong into madness.

You quit your residency twenty-one times the next day (not because you're attracted to him).

Nov. 21st, 2007 08:57 pm (UTC)
Beautiful. Fantastic Casey voice. And heartbreakingly perfect reason why he'd quit his residency. I love this so much...
Nov. 22nd, 2007 12:51 am (UTC)
I love your Casey voice! There are no words to describe this :'D
Very beautiful.
Apr. 20th, 2008 10:21 am (UTC)
Aww, this is amazing. <3
Nov. 21st, 2007 11:23 am (UTC)
Title: Everyone Needs...
Pairing: Jordan Sullivan/Nurse Tisdale
Prompt: Hobby


Perry's going to be so jealous when he finds out what she's done. In fact, most of the male staff is going to be jealous when they find out what's she's going to do.

It's not like she had a lot of other options here. Having slept through most of the attractive male staff (even if they were only marginally so), she was running out of willing partners. Not to mention getting involved with Perry again has really scared off all of her regular standbys.

She was getting bored with them anyway. She was bored with men in general (except for Perry, because Perry was always up for a game of mind fucking). She hadn't explored the "other" side since college... and it's not technically cheating either.

And Tisdale, Tisdale will be a great starter notch in her new belt. She's seen how all the men in this hospital drool after her. They don't seem to understand why Tisdale never responds to their attempts at getting a date or a kiss or a fuck...

Lipstick lesbian is her favorite flavor.

"Why do you do this? Are you trying to sleep with the whole staff of Sacred Heart," Tisdale asks, before pulling off her top.

"Everyone needs a hobby, sugar tits," you smirk, before crushing your lips against hers.
Nov. 21st, 2007 09:11 pm (UTC)
Nov. 22nd, 2007 12:52 am (UTC)
Haha, I love this ending.
Dec. 1st, 2007 03:07 am (UTC)
*snickers* Heh. Sugar tits. XD
Nov. 21st, 2007 11:39 am (UTC)
Make... It... Stop...
Title: Grieving
Pairing: Dan Dorian/Perry Cox
Prompt: Bubbles


A family that grieves together stays together, no that's not it...

You blow the bubbles off the lip of the can and take another swallow of luke warm beer.

Stupid pieces of chinese made shit. Stupid moped. Stupid Johnny and his stupid hair.

But how was Johnny to know that his prized Hairmet shattered like glass on impact with cold hard cement.

Stupid rain making Johnny slide through that intersection right into that stupid fucking Hummer.

A groan comes from the floor, and you remember that Coxer's here too.

Funny that you both have the same coping strategy when it comes to death: Drink until you can't feel, and then drink some more to be sure.

Coxer refused the practicality of the bathtub (after all, getting shit faced for days on end meant a high probability of pissing yourself so why not cut out the middle man--- and damn you sound so smart, but not is smart as Johnny, stupid).

He slowly pushes himself up to sit in front of you, and your eyes meet. You were scared of Johnny becoming him, a cold sarcastic robot. Only now you see that it wasn't entirely true.

He loved Johnny... and you can't help but love him for that. You're happy someone was able to be that father figure Johnny always wanted...

Then you find out how, exactly, Coxer's coping strategy differ from yours as he pulls you out of the bathtub and slides his fuzzy tongue against yours and it is bliss.

You think you might be converted to this new style.
Nov. 21st, 2007 09:12 pm (UTC)
Re: Make... It... Stop...
Ouch on the JD death-age. But I can see this. Per and Dan do have roughly the same way of coping. Cept for the out of tub groping that's coming... heh
Nov. 22nd, 2007 12:38 pm (UTC)
Re: Make... It... Stop...
oh lawd, i've been wanting a fic of these two.
Nov. 21st, 2007 12:07 pm (UTC)
one more, and then I promise I'm done for tonight...
Title: Deja Vu
Pairing: Revealed at end, because otherwise it ruins the impact! But they're overage in your state.

She follows you around and you'd almost feel sorry for her if it weren't for the fact that it drove you absolutely up the fucking wall.

You should have been gratified by her attention. It's not like you're very popular (which Dad says is okay, but everyone knows it's not). She's pretty too, on the cheerleading squad and the soccer team.

Your popularity went up a bit when they started dating. After all, if Little Miss All American thinks he's worthy, there must be something there in you. Suddenly you're not odd you're just eccentric, or quirky, or an individual.

But she just won't leave you alone. She always wants to be with you, to touch you, to declare her love forever and ever. If there's one thing you've learned from your dad, though, it's to be independent.

You just hadn't quite worked out how to say "no" to her, until recently. Unfortunately, that moment of clarity came just shortly after she gave her virginity to you. You couldn't let the moment pass though, because who knew when she was going to get the opportunity and the guts again?

She hadn't been in school today, which was not a good sign. She had perfect attendance, always had since they'd been in elementary school. You knew she wouldn't take this well, but dammit, this was high school, and high school relationships didn't last forever. Surely she wasn't that naive.

You're going to hear about it from Dad when you get home. He really liked her. Well, maybe not just her.

You're not prepared when you spot her dad standing out in the parking lot when school gets out. The look he sends you makes your blood freeze. You should have expected this... she's his little princess afterall.

You go over to him, because if you don't, he'll follow you until you're someplace that has no witnesses and then attack. He may be old, but he's still a tough old bastard. His arms are huge...

"What did you do, Sam," He growls. He even uses your real name, instead of 'Suzie's daughter' like he does when he's just teasing.

"Nothing worse than what you do to Dad," you snap out. That could get you killed you know, but it's true. Dad's crazy over Uncle Perry even if he won't admit it. You can't stand Jennifer for the same reasons Uncle Perry can't stand Dad.

"But at least I broke it off with her, instead of leading her along for years and years..." you think, before Uncle Perry cold cocks you.


Yup! Teenage Jennifer Dylan Cox/Teenage Sammy Gilligan Perry Dorian
Nov. 21st, 2007 09:21 pm (UTC)
Re: one more, and then I promise I'm done for tonight...
Ouch *cringes*

ie, it's perfect and so it hurts.
Nov. 21st, 2007 10:33 pm (UTC)
Re: one more, and then I promise I'm done for tonight...
Thanks for responding to all my ficlets! Glad you liked them!
Nov. 22nd, 2007 12:55 am (UTC)
Re: one more, and then I promise I'm done for tonight...
Wow, just wow. I like the way the fic just builds up to the end. Great characterization.

Not too big of a fan of the 2nd-person viewpoint, but still a great pic.
Nov. 21st, 2007 10:47 pm (UTC)
even MOAR
Title: Dangerous Liason
Pairing: Jordan/SEKRIT!
Rating: PG-13 for death
Prompt: CRAZY!


Dr. Cox is an inconsolable mess, and JD doesn't blame him. What happened to her wasn't... pretty.

("Dear God he shredded her... took out her implants even. He said he was restoring her.")

They were fighting again, and everyone had been forced in the front row to watch, for some it was the second time of watching this particular play, and it was still as unpleasant as the first.

Maybe she was feeling old, or ugly, or something, but she was obviously needy for validation beyond her role as mother and ex-wife.

JD never understood how Dr. Cox could sit and watch her sleep around the hospital, but he did. He didn't like it, he physically threatened most of her partners into making it a one night stand, but he let her do it.

Then again, you could never tell Jordan to do anything. They all tried though.

Because the last guy was one that Dr. Cox had put his foot down on. Jordan had laughed in his face and called him jealous. JD, Elliot, and Carla all tried to tell her how *dangerous* this guy was.

("What kind of person stabs a woman forty times, besides Lizzie Borden?")

"I'm a big girl DJ, I can take care of myself," she'd said, with a wicked smirk.

Only she couldn't, because she went home with him even though everyone told her:

Hooch is crazy.
Nov. 22nd, 2007 12:58 am (UTC)
Re: even MOAR
Poor Jordan D: I couldn't help but cringe slightly at the last two lines.

Beautiful fic once again :>
Nov. 23rd, 2007 03:39 am (UTC)
Re: even MOAR

Hooch IS crazy!
Nov. 23rd, 2007 11:36 am (UTC)
Jack/Sam fic for yehs
Title: Cursed
Pairing: Teenage Jack Cox/Teenage Sam Dorian, hinted Perry/JD
Prompt: Living Through Your Children
Rating: PG-13 for mature subject matter and swearing


Why did I tell him? Stupid stupid stupid... Tears burned his eyes as he wiped them away again. He wished they'd stop, he wished everything would just stop. He wished he had a time machine and could go back in time and make everything about today unhappen. And if that wasn't possible, make himself unhappen.

He's going to have to go to school tomorrow, and by then everyone will know and he's going to get beat up more now than he already does.

Way to go, Sam, you scared off the one jock who thought you weren't a punching bag... I hate you. What did you think he was going to do, you idiot? Pull you into a kiss and declare that he was too scared to tell you that he loved you too? What were you thinking? Now you're going to have to go back to that hell hole and maybe it would be better if you just died...


When Sam wakes up he knows he's at Sacred Heart, not only because the place has practically been a third home to him, but because this is where he'd expect Dad to take him. Dad would only trust one doctor to work on him...

"So, why'd you decide to swallow that whole bottle of aspirin there, Skipper? Real bad headache?"

Sam flinches at the sound of Uncle Perry's voice. He's been terrified of Uncle Perry when he was younger, because he was big, and loud, and more than a little menacing at times. That fear hasn't quite faded away as he'd grown up.

A sharp whistle blasts through the room, and Uncle Perry is leaning over the bed, his eyes piercing. They're the same color as Jack's; he used to think that Jack's were incapable of being so cold, but now he knows he's wrong.

"You scared the crap out of your parents. Do it again and I will hunt you down, use all my medical expertise to revive you, and then make you wish you were dead, are we clear?"

Jack must have learned that from his dad too..., He manages not to shiver, pushes down the tears, before nodding. With a grunt Uncle Perry storms out of the room, probably to terrorize some interns.

"You scared me, Sammy," his dad says from the door. Sam flinches again as he sees the hurt he put into his father's eyes.

"'m sorry..." Is all Sam can think to say, as he studies the blanket on his lap.

He feels the bed dip as his dad sits on the bed, and the tears spill as a warm hand rests on his leg. I'm so stupid, it's not fair... Tears progress into sobs as he feels his father's arms wrap around him, mindful of the wires.

"Dr. Cox told me what happened earlier today," his dad says after the worst of the crying has stopped. "I'm sorry that happened,"

"He hates me..." he sniffs, clinging to his dad's shoulder.

"He doesn't hate you... I think you just surprised him, that's all. Coxes don't do well with surprises, take it from me. This one time, we through a surprise party for your Uncle Perry, and he decked Uncle Turk before the lights even came up..."

"Dad... I was there," but he finds it hard not to chuckle at the memory anyway. Uncle Turk still teasingly calls Uncle Perry a "racist", even though it just happened that Uncle Turk was the only one in firing range.

"Oh... well, Uncle Perry talked to Jack, and made him swear not to tell anyone about what happened. So you don't have to worry about school..."

Sam's a bit surprised that Uncle Perry would do that for him.

"I still have to see him though..." It's going to be hell, he never wants to speak to me again... but I still have to see him every day until May, and at picnics and parties...

"I know it hurts right now, but eventually you'll find someone new to fall in love with, and they'll love you back and everything will be wonderful."

"And what if I don't? What if it's only ever going to be him?"

"Well, hopefully, someday he'll realize that he loves you too."

Sam notices that his dad is staring at Uncle Perry as he says that, and wonders if all Dorians are cursed when it comes to love.

Nov. 23rd, 2007 11:44 am (UTC)
Re: Jack/Sam fic for yehs
All I can say is... ouch...
Nov. 23rd, 2007 11:47 am (UTC)
Re: Jack/Sam fic for yehs
Yeah, I know. Sam is made for angst like his daddy it seems. Although it would be interesting if Sam ended up being a total jock. Not that it's probably possible with Kim and JD as parents.

Hopefully the next ficlet will be happier?
Nov. 23rd, 2007 12:14 pm (UTC)
Title: Gotcha!
Pairing: Chirs Turk/Perry Cox
Prompt: Stress Relief
Rating: R for language

Almost there, almost there... c'mon... think about her breasts... small, perky, I bet she's got peach nipples...did the door just open? no... that blonde hair, those big red lips parted wide... c'mon c'mon... is someone else in here? NO... B.A.N.A.N.A.S.... shit not those creepy asian girls, no nono, out of my head, shit this is taking FOREVER... focus, focus...

"You oughta put up a warning if you're going to do... *that*!"

Aaaaannnd moment lost. Shit. Okay, so now you've got to act cool, because otherwise you're going to be forced to kill this imbecile and Jordan'll never come to the jail to visit you, the bitch.

"Gandhi." That's right, cold as ice. Because what you were attempting before he barged the fuck in without even bothering to knock was completely natural.

Snickers fill the room.

"You actually do that, still?"

"Just because you're so pent up about your sexuality; and let me tell you that everyone knows and this is a fairly tolerant workplace so you and Jessica can come out of the damn closet already because nobody *CARES*, doesn't mean others have the same unhealthy restrictions on their natural bodily functions." That's right, he's the one with the problem...

"Hey, I'm not the one jerking off in the bathroom. You're the one with the issue," He snorts as he heads to the door.

Shit! He's actually matured, it's a fucking miracle, shit shit shit... Grab him, only one of you is going to leave alive...

"Just what are you planning to do once you go out this door?"

"I think I'm owed some payback for first year, don't you?"

"I don't think so," Nice pin! Oh, what have we here... my my my, you're in trouble now, Gandhi. Perfect. "But see, you're going to have to lie if you go out there."

"Why is that?"

Nice play at defiant, but I see through you. I thought I heard that door open earlier... you're mine now. Slide past that drawstring and there it is... hmm, pretty decent size there, no wonder Lucille's so attached

"You see, I'm not going to the only one jerking off in here..."
Nov. 24th, 2007 08:36 am (UTC)
Three for the price of one!
Danni/Elliot/Julie/Kim/Kylie/Tasty Coma Wife
"Ex Girlfriend Club"



Nov. 25th, 2007 02:45 am (UTC)
Title: Apology
Pairing: Franklin/Cox
Rating: R/NC-17 for some not quite consented to activities.


"Sorry doesn't cut it. This is the *fifth* time you've destroyed my lab. Kelso said to tell you that you're fired the next time you destroy my lab." Franklin smirks as the older doctor's jaw drops.

"Now, Franklin, let's not get too hasty here. Why don't you be a good little twerp, accept my apology, and let's all pretend this never happened."

"I told you, "sorry" isn't enough, not anymore. Not even your *wife* can save your job now. Unless..."

"What do you want?" The words are growled, but Franklin can hear the fear behind them.

"On your knees."

"WHAT!? Oh, hell no..."

"If you want your job, get on your knees."

His icy glare tries to pierce you, but he's already lost once he's on his knees. Franklin's already hard at the thought of this moment, his fingers fumbling as he undoes his fly and pulls himself out.

"Now suck."

"I-- It's so *big*, I've never done---"

"Just wrap your lips around it, that's it --- now, nngh, use a little bit of your tongue... that's it. Good... now take it all, suck it all down like a popsicle. You like this don't you---"


"If you're not going to pay attention, Franklin, then I'm going to stop apologizing. Now, I'm sorry I broke your beakers, and your test tubes, and your computer..."
Nov. 26th, 2007 10:29 am (UTC)
You pwn me. I <3 your work. Have I used suitable enough online lingo? ;) You rock, C-dawg.
Nov. 28th, 2007 12:31 am (UTC)
His Problem - Cox/Turk, Stress Relief
Perry/Turk.... WOOO for the Perk! Which is really crack!fic...

His Problem
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