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Like Sleeping Angels

By Rach

Setting: After the season two finale, so Dr Cox knows that Jack is his. But, obviously, Christmas.
Pairing: JD/Elliot
Rating: G
Challenge: The two get stuck working late on Christmas with no patients.
Disclaimer: If I owned them, the Janitor would be my husband. Without a shadow of a doubt.
Note: I have never ever written Scrubs fic before, so I think this turned out okay! Merry Christmas Toppiecakes!!

Elliot walked into the on-call room and collapsed onto the bed. She’d been warned that Christmas Eve could be hell to work – she’d heard all about what had happened to Turk last year, after all. But for some reason, there was still an hour of her shift left, and her patients were all back with their families in time for Christmas, or sleeping the night away, waiting for tomorrow’s visitors.

She lay down, ecstatic that tonight, of all nights, she was going to get a chance to sleep. She just knew that if she didn’t, her mother would be all about the bags under her eyes over lunch tomorrow. Although it would make a change from the hair issues.

***

”Merry Christmas, Mr Bober,” JD yelled, leaving the room.

“Pickles!” he yelled in return.

“Pickles to you too, Mr Bober,” he laughed, closing the door on his last patient for the night. At least, until the next one arrived. Heading for the on-call room, he wondered where everyone was. He knew Turk and Carla had been lucky enough to get the night off, and Dr Cox was probably hiding out somewhere with Jordan and the kid. Which left Elliot.

Poking his head round the door of the on-call room, JD smiled at the sight of Elliot sleeping. Closing the door gently behind him, he sat down on the edge of the bed, and glanced at his watch. Kissing her on the cheek, he leant close to her ear.

“Merry Christmas, Elliot,” he whispered.

She turned in her sleep, smiling. “Merry Christmas, Mommy,” she muttered. JD frowned.

“I guess I should make the effort to check up on some patients, seeing as Elliot’s got the bed,” he mumbled to himself, stepping towards the doorway and tripping over a shoe.

“Shoot!” he yelled, and Elliot sat bolt upright.

“Banana hammock!” she blurted out, before taking in where she was and what she’d just said. Focusing on JD, she smiled. “I’ve been spending way too much time with you.”

‘Take the chance, take the chance, take the chance’ he thought to himself, and stepped towards the bed. Kissing her on the cheek again, he smiled as she blushed. “Merry Christmas, Elliot.”

She held out a hand and he pulled her up off the bed. Standing in front of him, she kissed him gently on the lips. “Merry Christmas, JD.”

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