CHARACTERS

J.D. "Bambi" - a young medical intern
Turk - a surgical intern, J.D.'s best friend
Carla - a nurse, Turk's sort-of girlfriend and mentor to J.D.
Elliott - J.D.'s (female!) crush and friend to all

Rating: PG, 'cause I dunno if people consider "crap" a bad word or not. :P
Genre: XWP/Scrubs Crossover. See if you can figure out who's who. Prolly won't be easy unless you watch Scrubs, but oh well.
Spoilers: For Scrubs ep "My Best Friend's Mistake"
Summary: Typical guy-wants-girl thing.
Author's Notes: This is my first attempt at writing a Scrubs fanfic, but when I read the lyrics Sara gave me (thanks, Sara!), these characters just kept popping into my head. This is one of my favorite new shows, and I hope I do it justice. But keep in mind, this is just an odd little piece of fluff.
Some stuff you should know: this story takes place right after the ep "My Best Friend's Mistake," in which J.D. and Elliott almost kiss. J.D. thinks they have 48 hours in which to kiss, or else she'll decide to be just friends. His fears come true.

Mixed Up Girl
by John Kruth

It never fails.

Bounce. Bounce.

I mean, I know I said that it was great to have another friend, and it is. But geez, what if I had been ten seconds earlier? Five? One? A MILLISECOND?!

Bounce. Bounce. Thumpthump thud boom skid. Crash!

Ow.

Crap, now there's gravel on my lab coat. It figures. But, I mean, it's not like I can ever go a day without tripping, stumbling, saying the wrong thing or just screwing something up.

And God forbid I actually make a basket. Bounce. Bounce. Bounce.

'Cause that just wouldn't be me.

Oh, I've learned to accept it, of course. Been living with it for.. well, over two decades now. Seriously, it doesn't bug me too much anymore, unless of course I do something really dumb like I did with Elliott.

48 hours!! I had 48 hours, and I totally blew it. Bounce. Bounce.

"J.D., my man! Wassup?" SwoopsnatchbouncebounceshootSWOOSH.

CrashthudcrashcrashSCRAPE.

OW!

This day keeps getting better and better.

"Dude, what's up with you?" Turk grabbed J.D.'s arm and pulled him to his feet, helping him brush off and yanking at his lab coat. He grinned. "I mean, your falls have always been impressive, but that was really somethin'."

J.D. shrugged with a wry half-smile, picking up the basketball as it rolled by after Turk's perfect shot. "Guess I was distracted." He tossed it to his friend.

The handsome surgeon blinked as he caught the ball in his powerful brown arms, then tucked it under one. He got the idea. "She isn't worth the bother, man."

There was only a grunt of response as J.D. walked back into the hospital.

Turk shook his head. He'd never seen his friend so mopey. This was no fun.

Yeah, yeah. So I'm overreacting. It's not like I actually had a chance in the first place. Elliot's hot, man! She changes lovers just like underwear! Had to be something in the air to make her think she wanted me. Oh, well.

Screeeech.

"Hey, punk! I'm watching you. I'm. Watching. You."

Act casual, act casual.. flee!

Figures I'd run into him today. I swear to God I didn't put a penny in the door, dude! Lay off!

Swish.

Ahh, freedom. Plop.. fluff, fluff, pull, tuck, yawn..

"Bambi, what are you doing in here?"

Unngh.

Carla shut the closet door and plopped down on the cot.

"Hey, you're sitting on my sheet," J.D. grumbled, pulling the covers out from under her. She swatted him idly, a smirk on her face.

"Where's my Sunshine today? You look grumpy."

"I am grumpy."

She rolled her eyes. "Aw, Bambi, she's only going to make you more confused. You know that." Looking down, she studied him for a minute. "Why don't you find yourself somebody more stable, who can take care of you?"

J.D. seemed to perk up and he sat quickly, fixing his mussed clothes. "Well, uh, I..." He swallowed, watching her nervously.

"Not me!"

"Oh! 'Course not." He reddened, rubbing the back of his neck.

"She can't even decide what to drink, you know." Carla raised an eyebrow at him. "That the kind of woman you want?"

"Carla, she's the kind of woman I want!" J.D. whined, folding his arms as he leaned back against the wall, gangly legs dangling off the edge of the cot. "She's perfect! She's pretty, smart, fun, she cares about people, she--"

"She's a mixed up girl, sweetie," the nurse uttered softly, tucking a few stray curls behind her ear.

J.D. looked at his colleague for a moment before a goofy grin spread across his face. "And I'm a mixed up guy."

Carla started to laugh, patted his shoulder and got up, going to the door. "Good luck, Bambi. You're gonna need it."

Oooh, there she is. Friend. Friendfriendfriendfriend. Well, friend whom I happen to have a huge crush on. But that's not important.

Hey, wait.. the 48-hour rule isn't a permanent thing, right? If we connect again, then we get another precious little window of time! So all I've gotta do is get really close to her again.

I'm gonna try something smooth.

Sliiiiiiiiiiiide... skidstumblecrash!

"Ow! Oh, gross. J.D., look at my clothes! Now I'll have to get another urine sample from Mr. Geraty!"

"Sorry! Really, really sorry!"

"Ugh.. I'll see you at lunch."

Well, it's a start.

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