Survivor: Chapter 2
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randomweavingTitle: Survivor
Characters: JD/Perry, JD/Jordan, Jordan/Perry, JD/Perry/Jordan
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Chapter Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual situations
Description: A terrible accident requires JD use all his skill to save the mentor he idolizes. But times of crisis can bring people together in unusual ways...
Warnings: Eventual OT3. Het content. This chapter contains het! Be warned!
JD took as fast a shower as he could manage, giving in to his urge to just stand under the hot water for only a moment, before scrubbing his hair and skin, lathering up and rinsing off in record time. And, by the time he'd dried off and dressed in fresh scrubs, he felt almost himself again. At least the smell had become a memory...if still one he couldn't get rid of.
He walked out of the locker room and moved toward the nearest linen closet, pulling out a blanket. If Jordan wasn’t at least partially in shock, he’d be surprised, and besides, the hospital was too cold for the spaghetti-strapped evening dress she was wearing. He swallowed hard, imagining how shemust’ve expected her night was going to go. This wasn’t fair...
Walking as quickly as he could, he soon joined Jordan again, finding her sitting where he'd left her, staring at her hands in her lap, altogether too still and quiet. "Thought you might be cold," he offered, slipping the blanket around her shoulders. She tugged it close, giving him a slight smile in return.
"Couldn’t have found anything scratchier, could you?" she asked, but her heart obviously wasn’t in it.
"I’ll go back and look, if you like," JD replied, smile widening slightly. "Has there been any news?"
"Yeah," she said replied unsteadily. "They’re taking him to surgery to deal with shrapnel--something about a resection?--and his knee needs to be worked on a lot, too. Then they're going to admit him to the ICU when they're done. But other than that..." she shook her head, grimaced. "I couldn’t get clear answers, because they kept giving me the wrap about not knowing for certain until the slides came back, but...they already set his leg and got his shoulder back into the socket, and most of the rest of it you'd seen to in the field. They said to tell you you did a good job, by the way. Not just on Perry, but on everyone."
JD felt himself relax a bit, too relieved Dr. Cox was still hanging on to be much affected by the praise, and stood up. "He's going to be okay," he murmured, trying not to shudder as he recalled how limp and utterly unresponsive Cox had been, lying bleeding on the ground. "Come on, let’s get coffee and something to eat..."
He led her to the cafeteria, settling them both with cups of very strong black coffee. "Feels weird just to sit here..." he said softly after a few minutes of tense silence.
Jordan nodded, staring into her own cup. "I’ve been on edge since they called...but at least you could do something. Thanks, DJ."
"For what?" JD asked, thinking he should be thanking her for trusting him so much.
"For caring about that jackass nearly as much as I do," Jordan replied simply. "You’re the only one he’d’ve wanted out there, if it had to happen...and you were willing to do it." She let out a long sigh, straightening her shoulders. "He’s going to be impossible, when he wakes up, he’s useless when he even gets a hangnail..."
She kept talking, but JD just smiled, basking a little in the glow of her unaccustomed praise. And hearing her say that Dr. Cox would've wanted him out there...it meant a lot. She wasn't the sort who'd say something like that if she didn't mean it, after all.
Now if only they could know for sure that Cox would be okay...
It was only after Jordan had stopped talking, and the two of them had settled into a companionable (if anxious) silence, that Carla appeared in the doorway. She spotted them quickly, and darted forward, looking pale. "Bambi," she said. "Jordan...is he...?"
"He's in surgery," JD replied, reaching out and squeezing her hand. "It...it's bad. We're waiting to hear, but..." he trailed off, desperately wanting to say he'd be okay, but unable to find the strength to put any conviction behind the words. He knew what broken ribscould've done to the older man's lungs, and he'd taken quite a knock to the head. Even if he recovered physically, there were no guarantees he'd make a complete mental recovery.
He swallowed, the thought of a Dr. Cox who wasn't Dr. Cox anymore sending a sharp ache through his chest. He couldn't even imagine it--imagine the older doctor without his sharp wit, the scathing sarcasm, the long-winded and ever-creative rants...to think of him any other way physically hurt.
"He'll be okay," Jordan said softly, when it became clear JD couldn't. "He's too stubborn to have it any other way."
Carla slumped slightly, setting a lunch bag on the table and dropping into one of the chairs. "It was all over the news tonight, but I never thought...this just doesn't happen, you know?"
JD didn't point out that it did happen, to everyone, it just didn't usually happen to them. He tugged the bag over, opening it, wondering if he'd actually be able to convince Jordan to eat. But he knew he had to. The strange protectiveness he'd felt for Dr. Cox, as he lay helpless in the field, had extended to his mentor's ex-wife; he knew Cox would want him to look after her, just as much as he'd want him to look after Cox himself.
"It's surreal," Jordan agreed softly, as JD pulled out deli sandwiches from the convenience store and distributed them, giving Jordan an encouraging nod when she paled slightly at the sight of the food.
"It is," Carla agreed, sighing as she stared at her own food, making no move to touch it. "But he's a stubborn bastard. He'd survive a plane crash just to spite the statistics."
Jordan actually laughed, though it was tremulous, and her eyes were once again bright with unshed tears. "Yeah, he would," she agreed as she opened the roast beef sub in front of her and took a small bite.
"Of course he would," Carla replied, smiling. "He does everything else just because he shouldn't..."
They settled in, eating, talking softly, playing the waiting game of all family and friends forced into a vigil through surgery. JD envied Turk a little, as he swirled cold coffee, knowing he shouldn't go back for more. Not that he would've necessarily been the one to operate on Cox, even if he were a surgeon, but at least then he'd know for sure what was happening...
Still. He knew his friend was an amazing surgeon, even if he was still a resident, and with Dr. Miller as the attending on call tonight--which JD knew because Turk had been groaning about it earlier--Cox was in very capable hands.
It didn't make the waiting any easier, though.
He managed to eat his whole sandwich without really tasting it, but to his surprise (and relief) he actually did feel a little better when he was done. He knew it shouldn't surprise him--he was a doctor, after all, and understood basic physiology--but the fact that he was able to eat it after everything he'd seen, and while Cox was back in surgery as they spoke, and didn't immediately want to vomit immediately afterward...
What do you know? I've developed an iron stomach. Dr. Cox might even be impressed...
The thought made him sigh, softly, glancing up at the clock again. God. No wonder he was exhausted, it was after one am. If he thought he'd have a chance of sleeping, he would've headed to the on call room, used the time until Cox was out of surgery wisely.
Instead, he had another cup of coffee, listening to Jordan and Carla reminisce about Cox from years before JD'd arrived at Sacred Heart. He stayed quiet, letting them, liking getting to hear stories about his mentor when he was younger. Stories Cox wouldn't ever tell himself.
Eventually, Carla stood, gathering the trash from their midnight meal. "All right, I have to get back home," she said, stretching a little. "I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, and need the sleep...you two should get some, too, if you can."
JD got to his feet, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Carla," he said.
She tilted her head, smiling sympathetically at him. "Hey, don't worry, Bambi," she said. "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?"
He chuckled a little, remembering that day--the first day he'd met her. And the first day he'd met Cox. So much had changed since then..."You did, and you always have," he agreed, blinking quickly against the slight sting in his eyes.
Carla glanced at Jordan, who climbed to her feet and moved around the table. She allowed Carla to give her a brief hug too, and even returned it, then said, "You get home. I'll be okay."
Carla smiled for her again, and turned to JD. "Come on, Bambi, I'll give you a ride."
JD blinked at her, and then frowned. "I'm staying here."
Carla and Jordan both stared at him, and JD flushed, a little defensively. "What?"
"Bambi...you can't do anything else for him," Carla said slowly.
"He'd stay for me," JD pointed out, unconsciously crossing his arms. "Besides, I'm his doctor, I brought him in. I'm not going anywhere." He also didn't think Jordan should be left on her own, but he wasn't about to say that aloud. Not when she was close enough to hit him, anyway.
Jordan was giving him a strange look, face carefully blank but eyes oddly knowing; when Carla frowned again, looking ready to protest, Jordan said, "DJ's right. He should stay."
JD smiled at her, glad of her support, even of the look she was giving him was making him squirm a little. "I just...he's looked out for me for four years," he said, turning back to Carla. "I want to return the favor."
Carla looked from Jordan to JD again, then shrugged. "All right," she said, shrugging. "I need to get home and sleep, but...well, call me if there's any change."
"We will," JD assured her, giving her another hug and watching as she gave him a terse smile, then turned and walked out of the cafeteria.
JD turned to Jordan. "I think I'm going to go get my shift covered, and maybe see if there's any news," he said. "Why don't you head to the on-call room, and I'll meet you there?"
Jordan frowned. "They wouldn't be done by now, would they?"
JD shrugged. "The surgery's supposed to take several hours," he admitted. "I'm mostly just..." Killing time, he finished internally, but bit off the words before they could be voiced, deciding it wasn't the most appropriate expression to use just now.
She didn't say anything, but nodded, and fell into step beside him as they left the cafeteria and headed down the hall.
"How you holding up? For real?" JD asked after a few moments, wondering if he’d get a straight answer.
"I've been better," Jordan replied with a wry twist of her lips.
JD nodded briefly. "Yeah, me too," he murmured, then cringed; it was hardly the same, for him, after all. Dr. Cox was his mentor, and yes, all right, he harbored a bit of a hero worship crush on the man, but Jordan was his...what were they calling one another, anyway? Significant other? Boyfriend and girlfriend? God, didn't that sound Sweet Valley High? Actually, come to think of it, he thought they both rather got a kick out of referring to one another as an ex-spouse; it threw everyone off, when they realized they were together in spite of being divorced.
JD let his thoughts wander, feet leading him toward the on call room on auto-pilot; he didn't even realize they were there until he realized they'd stopped in front of the door, and Jordan was looking at him expectantly. "Oh, right," he said, feeling sheepish. "Ah, this is it. You want to go lie down, and I could find you something more comfortable to sleep in--!" He yelped, startled, as she suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him into the empty on-call room. She kicked the door shut behind her, then pushed him up against it, pressing her body tightly to his and crushing their mouths together in a desperate, passionate kiss. A soft, agonized noise left her, and he didn't know if it was a whimper or a sob.
He gaped at her, wide-eyed, when she paused for a moment to let them breathe. Her eyes were red and streaming, but hard with lust and need. "Jordan, what...?" he panted, but didn’t have time to protest more before she was devouring him again, grinding her body against his and calling up a response he’d never expected to have to her again.
"Shut up and kiss me, DJ," Jordan grated back, hands busy pulling his scrubs top up, nails raking across his skin.
"But...we..." It was hard to argue, when one of her hands ducked into his pants, closing around his cock. And Little JD wasn’t about to argue with the attention. It jumped and twitched for her, pulling a rough groan from deep within him.
JD wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hard against him, kissing her back. Intellectually he knew her action and his response were fueled in large part by their fear, the horror of what they'd just been through, but he didn't care. People to reacted like this to death and destruction all the time, anyway, and right now they both needed the release, badly.
He slid one arm up her back, holding the back of her head, fingers fisting in her hair, grateful in the knowledge that he didn't have to be gentle with her. Because he wasn't sure he could find it in him, just then.
She broke the kiss, gasping, and pushed him toward the bed, none too gentle herself. He felt the back of his knees hit the mattress and sat down with a hard thump, watching her dumbly. She lingered only long enough to lock the door, then stepped forward, slipping the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder and tugging at the zipper, shimmying out of the garment. Beneath it, she wore gartered stockings and a slinky black silk slip, and with her hair mussed and her lips kiss-swollen, JD felt his resolve crumbling and his groin tightening. God, she was gorgeous, even like this--wild. Untamable. "Now you," she breathed, even as tears continued to stream down her face.
"Jordan, are you sure...?" JD forced himself to protest weakly, knowing he shouldn’t let this happen, but not certain how he was going to stop himself. His whole body ached to feels hers against him again, cock throbbing in the confines of his boxers and scrubs, tenting the fabric rather obviously.
"Shut up and lose the clothes," Jordan grated, moving forward and straddling his lap, grinding down against him. Her head tipped back, and she sighed, mouth dropping open a little as she rocked her hips against him.
That was all it took. JD clumsily tore his scrubs top off, toeing out of his shoes at the same time, then reached up, sliding his hands up her thighs. The silky fabric of her slip gathered at his wrists as his fingertips explored the smooth, soft contours of her hips and belly, then pushed higher when she didn't protest. She raised her arms to help him, and together they pulled the garment off her, letting it float to lie crumpled next to his shirt. He watched her face as he lifted his hands, smoothing them over her breasts, cupping them gently. She sighed, arching into the touch, and he felt his arousal climb another impossible notch higher.
She moaned, then, and pushed him down onto the bed, rolling them so he came to rest on top of her. Half in a daze, he obeyed her unspoken guidance, and propped himself up when her hands went to the drawstrings of his scrubs to allow her easier access. He groaned, and thrust his hips forward, as she brushed against the front of his erection, and she growled lightly in response, tugging at the fabric until she found what she wanted. "Hello, DJ," she whispered, stroking him.
"Hey, Jordan," JD replied breathlessly, leaning down to kiss her again, slower, but more thoroughly this time. He broke off in another moan when she tightened her hand around him, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "God..."
"I know," Jordan murmured, gasping a little as JD fell to suckling at her neck. She pulled away only long enough to tug off her thong, unclasping the garters but not bothering with the hose. "Take me," she whispered in his ear, nibbling at the lobe. "Please, JD..."
"I shouldn't," he said weakly, though every inch of him screamed to do as she asked, and bury himself in her wet, welcoming heat. "I don't...I don't have..."
"Doesn't matter," Jordan whispered. "Just do it. Now. I need you. Take me."
With that, the last of his resolve scattered to the wind, and he braced himself as she spread her legs and lifted them to circle his hips, giving him access. He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip, and pushed himself into her slowly, releasing his breath on a harsh sob as he did. God, she felt so fucking wonderful, and he needed this so badly...
She wrapped her arms around his back and tightened her legs around him, urging him to move. And again, helpless to do otherwise, he obeyed, beginning a rhythm that was unsteady but forceful, venting his pent-up grief and terror and worry in the purely physical act of their joining. Jordan's whispered commands spurred him on, encouraging him to go faster, harder, and he strove to meet them, his breath echoing harshly off the bare walls of the room, mingling with hers. He wasn't going to last long, he knew; he was simply too wound up. Already he could feel the tingling beginning at the base of his spine; could feel his balls tightening, drawing in heavy and hot and close to his body.
Fortunately, Jordan seemed to be in the same boat, her breath going harsh as her fingers turned to claws against his shoulders.
"Yes, JD...God, yes, harder, please..."
He gritted out a choked cry, slamming into her, feeling himself already beginning to let go. She suddenly sobbed, arching strongly below him and clamping around him in spasms that seemed to draw him deeper; with a shudder and a low moan he came apart inside her, spasming and aching with the force of his release.
And he realized it was more than a physical release for them both, as he saw tears spilling down her cheeks, heard her panting breaths dissolve into sobs. He collapsed, turning them over and pulling her atop him as she began to cry in earnest.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, rubbing her back gently, fingers stroking soothingly through her hair. "It's okay," he whispered, even as a few tears slid down his own cheeks. He fought back the many more that wanted to join those, knowing one of them had to stay strong, and knowing Dr. Cox would want him to support Jordan when he couldn't. "It's okay. He's alive. He's alive."
"I know, I just..." Jordan's voice cracked, and she drew a deep breath, obviously trying to pull herself under control.
"Yeah," he whispered, hiding his face in her hair for a long moment. "Me too." JD knew they should move, get up, make sure no one found them...who knew what rumors would result, after all, and Cox was still in surgery, they should check on him...
But he couldn't stop; not yet. Couldn't take the comfort of this embrace away from her; couldn't bear to lose it himself. So he rolled them, gently, until they could hold each other, shuddering with the aftershocks of both their orgasms and the horror they had somehow survived this night. Bracing themselves for the hardships they both knew were yet to come, in the long hours and days and weeks that would follow.
And though he knew it wasn't how she'd planned to spend her evening, who she'd planned to hold, there was caring and affection there, at least, and a shared worry and sorrow that brought them closer than they ever had been.
Finally, when he was sure her tears were spent, JD pulled gently free, kissing Jordan softly. "We should clean up and unlock the door, at least," he said softly. "Other people will be trying to use the room...and I can see if I can get someone to sneak upstairs and find out how it's going."
She sniffed, and nodded, wiping at her cheeks. "Okay," she murmured, sounding more vulnerable than JD had ever heard her, and it amazed him somewhat to remember how strong she'd been before, how confident. He drew a deep breath and released it on a sigh, thinking that he could see why Cox had fallen for her. She really was an astonishing woman.
She drew back, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed; for a moment JD simply lay and looked at her, the strong, graceful line of her back, her smooth skin, her shoulders. He watched as those same shoulders suddenly straightened, and she sat up, the confidence coming back around her so palpably that JD could almost see it--a shield of armor she donned to keep anyone else from seeing how hard this was for her. JD felt oddly touched, as she stood and began to dress, that she'd shown this side of herself to him.
She glanced back and saw him watching her, and arched an eyebrow. "You going to get dressed first, or is this your plan for getting someone to pay attention to you more quickly?"
JD smiled, stretching for a moment before reaching for the scrubs he'd left crumpled on the floor. "Thought it might get me answers faster if I showed up naked," he offered, smile deepening when she looked pleased. He wasn't nearly as adept at playing along with her barbs as Cox was, but he knew she appreciated it when he tried. And just now he wanted to make the extra effort, help her as much as he could.
"Might just scare the interns," Jordan replied, easily, watching him tug on his clothing.
JD stuffed his feet back into a pair of battered running shoes--not that he'd often gone running in them--and ran a hand back through his hair. Dry from his shower, now, and lying limp across his forehead. Ugh.
"Well?" he asked Jordan, raising an eyebrow. "You coming?"
"Definitely not letting you try this on your own," she shot back, but her smile widened slightly as JD led the way out of the room.
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Next Chapter
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Characters: JD/Perry, JD/Jordan, Jordan/Perry, JD/Perry/Jordan
Rating: NC-17 (eventually)
Chapter Rating: NC-17 for graphic sexual situations
Description: A terrible accident requires JD use all his skill to save the mentor he idolizes. But times of crisis can bring people together in unusual ways...
Warnings: Eventual OT3. Het content. This chapter contains het! Be warned!
JD took as fast a shower as he could manage, giving in to his urge to just stand under the hot water for only a moment, before scrubbing his hair and skin, lathering up and rinsing off in record time. And, by the time he'd dried off and dressed in fresh scrubs, he felt almost himself again. At least the smell had become a memory...if still one he couldn't get rid of.
He walked out of the locker room and moved toward the nearest linen closet, pulling out a blanket. If Jordan wasn’t at least partially in shock, he’d be surprised, and besides, the hospital was too cold for the spaghetti-strapped evening dress she was wearing. He swallowed hard, imagining how shemust’ve expected her night was going to go. This wasn’t fair...
Walking as quickly as he could, he soon joined Jordan again, finding her sitting where he'd left her, staring at her hands in her lap, altogether too still and quiet. "Thought you might be cold," he offered, slipping the blanket around her shoulders. She tugged it close, giving him a slight smile in return.
"Couldn’t have found anything scratchier, could you?" she asked, but her heart obviously wasn’t in it.
"I’ll go back and look, if you like," JD replied, smile widening slightly. "Has there been any news?"
"Yeah," she said replied unsteadily. "They’re taking him to surgery to deal with shrapnel--something about a resection?--and his knee needs to be worked on a lot, too. Then they're going to admit him to the ICU when they're done. But other than that..." she shook her head, grimaced. "I couldn’t get clear answers, because they kept giving me the wrap about not knowing for certain until the slides came back, but...they already set his leg and got his shoulder back into the socket, and most of the rest of it you'd seen to in the field. They said to tell you you did a good job, by the way. Not just on Perry, but on everyone."
JD felt himself relax a bit, too relieved Dr. Cox was still hanging on to be much affected by the praise, and stood up. "He's going to be okay," he murmured, trying not to shudder as he recalled how limp and utterly unresponsive Cox had been, lying bleeding on the ground. "Come on, let’s get coffee and something to eat..."
He led her to the cafeteria, settling them both with cups of very strong black coffee. "Feels weird just to sit here..." he said softly after a few minutes of tense silence.
Jordan nodded, staring into her own cup. "I’ve been on edge since they called...but at least you could do something. Thanks, DJ."
"For what?" JD asked, thinking he should be thanking her for trusting him so much.
"For caring about that jackass nearly as much as I do," Jordan replied simply. "You’re the only one he’d’ve wanted out there, if it had to happen...and you were willing to do it." She let out a long sigh, straightening her shoulders. "He’s going to be impossible, when he wakes up, he’s useless when he even gets a hangnail..."
She kept talking, but JD just smiled, basking a little in the glow of her unaccustomed praise. And hearing her say that Dr. Cox would've wanted him out there...it meant a lot. She wasn't the sort who'd say something like that if she didn't mean it, after all.
Now if only they could know for sure that Cox would be okay...
It was only after Jordan had stopped talking, and the two of them had settled into a companionable (if anxious) silence, that Carla appeared in the doorway. She spotted them quickly, and darted forward, looking pale. "Bambi," she said. "Jordan...is he...?"
"He's in surgery," JD replied, reaching out and squeezing her hand. "It...it's bad. We're waiting to hear, but..." he trailed off, desperately wanting to say he'd be okay, but unable to find the strength to put any conviction behind the words. He knew what broken ribscould've done to the older man's lungs, and he'd taken quite a knock to the head. Even if he recovered physically, there were no guarantees he'd make a complete mental recovery.
He swallowed, the thought of a Dr. Cox who wasn't Dr. Cox anymore sending a sharp ache through his chest. He couldn't even imagine it--imagine the older doctor without his sharp wit, the scathing sarcasm, the long-winded and ever-creative rants...to think of him any other way physically hurt.
"He'll be okay," Jordan said softly, when it became clear JD couldn't. "He's too stubborn to have it any other way."
Carla slumped slightly, setting a lunch bag on the table and dropping into one of the chairs. "It was all over the news tonight, but I never thought...this just doesn't happen, you know?"
JD didn't point out that it did happen, to everyone, it just didn't usually happen to them. He tugged the bag over, opening it, wondering if he'd actually be able to convince Jordan to eat. But he knew he had to. The strange protectiveness he'd felt for Dr. Cox, as he lay helpless in the field, had extended to his mentor's ex-wife; he knew Cox would want him to look after her, just as much as he'd want him to look after Cox himself.
"It's surreal," Jordan agreed softly, as JD pulled out deli sandwiches from the convenience store and distributed them, giving Jordan an encouraging nod when she paled slightly at the sight of the food.
"It is," Carla agreed, sighing as she stared at her own food, making no move to touch it. "But he's a stubborn bastard. He'd survive a plane crash just to spite the statistics."
Jordan actually laughed, though it was tremulous, and her eyes were once again bright with unshed tears. "Yeah, he would," she agreed as she opened the roast beef sub in front of her and took a small bite.
"Of course he would," Carla replied, smiling. "He does everything else just because he shouldn't..."
They settled in, eating, talking softly, playing the waiting game of all family and friends forced into a vigil through surgery. JD envied Turk a little, as he swirled cold coffee, knowing he shouldn't go back for more. Not that he would've necessarily been the one to operate on Cox, even if he were a surgeon, but at least then he'd know for sure what was happening...
Still. He knew his friend was an amazing surgeon, even if he was still a resident, and with Dr. Miller as the attending on call tonight--which JD knew because Turk had been groaning about it earlier--Cox was in very capable hands.
It didn't make the waiting any easier, though.
He managed to eat his whole sandwich without really tasting it, but to his surprise (and relief) he actually did feel a little better when he was done. He knew it shouldn't surprise him--he was a doctor, after all, and understood basic physiology--but the fact that he was able to eat it after everything he'd seen, and while Cox was back in surgery as they spoke, and didn't immediately want to vomit immediately afterward...
What do you know? I've developed an iron stomach. Dr. Cox might even be impressed...
The thought made him sigh, softly, glancing up at the clock again. God. No wonder he was exhausted, it was after one am. If he thought he'd have a chance of sleeping, he would've headed to the on call room, used the time until Cox was out of surgery wisely.
Instead, he had another cup of coffee, listening to Jordan and Carla reminisce about Cox from years before JD'd arrived at Sacred Heart. He stayed quiet, letting them, liking getting to hear stories about his mentor when he was younger. Stories Cox wouldn't ever tell himself.
Eventually, Carla stood, gathering the trash from their midnight meal. "All right, I have to get back home," she said, stretching a little. "I’ve got an early shift tomorrow, and need the sleep...you two should get some, too, if you can."
JD got to his feet, hugging her and giving her a kiss on the cheek. "Thanks, Carla," he said.
She tilted her head, smiling sympathetically at him. "Hey, don't worry, Bambi," she said. "I said I'd take care of you, didn't I?"
He chuckled a little, remembering that day--the first day he'd met her. And the first day he'd met Cox. So much had changed since then..."You did, and you always have," he agreed, blinking quickly against the slight sting in his eyes.
Carla glanced at Jordan, who climbed to her feet and moved around the table. She allowed Carla to give her a brief hug too, and even returned it, then said, "You get home. I'll be okay."
Carla smiled for her again, and turned to JD. "Come on, Bambi, I'll give you a ride."
JD blinked at her, and then frowned. "I'm staying here."
Carla and Jordan both stared at him, and JD flushed, a little defensively. "What?"
"Bambi...you can't do anything else for him," Carla said slowly.
"He'd stay for me," JD pointed out, unconsciously crossing his arms. "Besides, I'm his doctor, I brought him in. I'm not going anywhere." He also didn't think Jordan should be left on her own, but he wasn't about to say that aloud. Not when she was close enough to hit him, anyway.
Jordan was giving him a strange look, face carefully blank but eyes oddly knowing; when Carla frowned again, looking ready to protest, Jordan said, "DJ's right. He should stay."
JD smiled at her, glad of her support, even of the look she was giving him was making him squirm a little. "I just...he's looked out for me for four years," he said, turning back to Carla. "I want to return the favor."
Carla looked from Jordan to JD again, then shrugged. "All right," she said, shrugging. "I need to get home and sleep, but...well, call me if there's any change."
"We will," JD assured her, giving her another hug and watching as she gave him a terse smile, then turned and walked out of the cafeteria.
JD turned to Jordan. "I think I'm going to go get my shift covered, and maybe see if there's any news," he said. "Why don't you head to the on-call room, and I'll meet you there?"
Jordan frowned. "They wouldn't be done by now, would they?"
JD shrugged. "The surgery's supposed to take several hours," he admitted. "I'm mostly just..." Killing time, he finished internally, but bit off the words before they could be voiced, deciding it wasn't the most appropriate expression to use just now.
She didn't say anything, but nodded, and fell into step beside him as they left the cafeteria and headed down the hall.
"How you holding up? For real?" JD asked after a few moments, wondering if he’d get a straight answer.
"I've been better," Jordan replied with a wry twist of her lips.
JD nodded briefly. "Yeah, me too," he murmured, then cringed; it was hardly the same, for him, after all. Dr. Cox was his mentor, and yes, all right, he harbored a bit of a hero worship crush on the man, but Jordan was his...what were they calling one another, anyway? Significant other? Boyfriend and girlfriend? God, didn't that sound Sweet Valley High? Actually, come to think of it, he thought they both rather got a kick out of referring to one another as an ex-spouse; it threw everyone off, when they realized they were together in spite of being divorced.
JD let his thoughts wander, feet leading him toward the on call room on auto-pilot; he didn't even realize they were there until he realized they'd stopped in front of the door, and Jordan was looking at him expectantly. "Oh, right," he said, feeling sheepish. "Ah, this is it. You want to go lie down, and I could find you something more comfortable to sleep in--!" He yelped, startled, as she suddenly grabbed his arm and dragged him into the empty on-call room. She kicked the door shut behind her, then pushed him up against it, pressing her body tightly to his and crushing their mouths together in a desperate, passionate kiss. A soft, agonized noise left her, and he didn't know if it was a whimper or a sob.
He gaped at her, wide-eyed, when she paused for a moment to let them breathe. Her eyes were red and streaming, but hard with lust and need. "Jordan, what...?" he panted, but didn’t have time to protest more before she was devouring him again, grinding her body against his and calling up a response he’d never expected to have to her again.
"Shut up and kiss me, DJ," Jordan grated back, hands busy pulling his scrubs top up, nails raking across his skin.
"But...we..." It was hard to argue, when one of her hands ducked into his pants, closing around his cock. And Little JD wasn’t about to argue with the attention. It jumped and twitched for her, pulling a rough groan from deep within him.
JD wrapped his arms around her, pulling her hard against him, kissing her back. Intellectually he knew her action and his response were fueled in large part by their fear, the horror of what they'd just been through, but he didn't care. People to reacted like this to death and destruction all the time, anyway, and right now they both needed the release, badly.
He slid one arm up her back, holding the back of her head, fingers fisting in her hair, grateful in the knowledge that he didn't have to be gentle with her. Because he wasn't sure he could find it in him, just then.
She broke the kiss, gasping, and pushed him toward the bed, none too gentle herself. He felt the back of his knees hit the mattress and sat down with a hard thump, watching her dumbly. She lingered only long enough to lock the door, then stepped forward, slipping the thin straps of her dress off her shoulder and tugging at the zipper, shimmying out of the garment. Beneath it, she wore gartered stockings and a slinky black silk slip, and with her hair mussed and her lips kiss-swollen, JD felt his resolve crumbling and his groin tightening. God, she was gorgeous, even like this--wild. Untamable. "Now you," she breathed, even as tears continued to stream down her face.
"Jordan, are you sure...?" JD forced himself to protest weakly, knowing he shouldn’t let this happen, but not certain how he was going to stop himself. His whole body ached to feels hers against him again, cock throbbing in the confines of his boxers and scrubs, tenting the fabric rather obviously.
"Shut up and lose the clothes," Jordan grated, moving forward and straddling his lap, grinding down against him. Her head tipped back, and she sighed, mouth dropping open a little as she rocked her hips against him.
That was all it took. JD clumsily tore his scrubs top off, toeing out of his shoes at the same time, then reached up, sliding his hands up her thighs. The silky fabric of her slip gathered at his wrists as his fingertips explored the smooth, soft contours of her hips and belly, then pushed higher when she didn't protest. She raised her arms to help him, and together they pulled the garment off her, letting it float to lie crumpled next to his shirt. He watched her face as he lifted his hands, smoothing them over her breasts, cupping them gently. She sighed, arching into the touch, and he felt his arousal climb another impossible notch higher.
She moaned, then, and pushed him down onto the bed, rolling them so he came to rest on top of her. Half in a daze, he obeyed her unspoken guidance, and propped himself up when her hands went to the drawstrings of his scrubs to allow her easier access. He groaned, and thrust his hips forward, as she brushed against the front of his erection, and she growled lightly in response, tugging at the fabric until she found what she wanted. "Hello, DJ," she whispered, stroking him.
"Hey, Jordan," JD replied breathlessly, leaning down to kiss her again, slower, but more thoroughly this time. He broke off in another moan when she tightened her hand around him, resting his forehead against her shoulder. "God..."
"I know," Jordan murmured, gasping a little as JD fell to suckling at her neck. She pulled away only long enough to tug off her thong, unclasping the garters but not bothering with the hose. "Take me," she whispered in his ear, nibbling at the lobe. "Please, JD..."
"I shouldn't," he said weakly, though every inch of him screamed to do as she asked, and bury himself in her wet, welcoming heat. "I don't...I don't have..."
"Doesn't matter," Jordan whispered. "Just do it. Now. I need you. Take me."
With that, the last of his resolve scattered to the wind, and he braced himself as she spread her legs and lifted them to circle his hips, giving him access. He closed his eyes, biting his lower lip, and pushed himself into her slowly, releasing his breath on a harsh sob as he did. God, she felt so fucking wonderful, and he needed this so badly...
She wrapped her arms around his back and tightened her legs around him, urging him to move. And again, helpless to do otherwise, he obeyed, beginning a rhythm that was unsteady but forceful, venting his pent-up grief and terror and worry in the purely physical act of their joining. Jordan's whispered commands spurred him on, encouraging him to go faster, harder, and he strove to meet them, his breath echoing harshly off the bare walls of the room, mingling with hers. He wasn't going to last long, he knew; he was simply too wound up. Already he could feel the tingling beginning at the base of his spine; could feel his balls tightening, drawing in heavy and hot and close to his body.
Fortunately, Jordan seemed to be in the same boat, her breath going harsh as her fingers turned to claws against his shoulders.
"Yes, JD...God, yes, harder, please..."
He gritted out a choked cry, slamming into her, feeling himself already beginning to let go. She suddenly sobbed, arching strongly below him and clamping around him in spasms that seemed to draw him deeper; with a shudder and a low moan he came apart inside her, spasming and aching with the force of his release.
And he realized it was more than a physical release for them both, as he saw tears spilling down her cheeks, heard her panting breaths dissolve into sobs. He collapsed, turning them over and pulling her atop him as she began to cry in earnest.
He wrapped his arms around her, holding her close, rubbing her back gently, fingers stroking soothingly through her hair. "It's okay," he whispered, even as a few tears slid down his own cheeks. He fought back the many more that wanted to join those, knowing one of them had to stay strong, and knowing Dr. Cox would want him to support Jordan when he couldn't. "It's okay. He's alive. He's alive."
"I know, I just..." Jordan's voice cracked, and she drew a deep breath, obviously trying to pull herself under control.
"Yeah," he whispered, hiding his face in her hair for a long moment. "Me too." JD knew they should move, get up, make sure no one found them...who knew what rumors would result, after all, and Cox was still in surgery, they should check on him...
But he couldn't stop; not yet. Couldn't take the comfort of this embrace away from her; couldn't bear to lose it himself. So he rolled them, gently, until they could hold each other, shuddering with the aftershocks of both their orgasms and the horror they had somehow survived this night. Bracing themselves for the hardships they both knew were yet to come, in the long hours and days and weeks that would follow.
And though he knew it wasn't how she'd planned to spend her evening, who she'd planned to hold, there was caring and affection there, at least, and a shared worry and sorrow that brought them closer than they ever had been.
Finally, when he was sure her tears were spent, JD pulled gently free, kissing Jordan softly. "We should clean up and unlock the door, at least," he said softly. "Other people will be trying to use the room...and I can see if I can get someone to sneak upstairs and find out how it's going."
She sniffed, and nodded, wiping at her cheeks. "Okay," she murmured, sounding more vulnerable than JD had ever heard her, and it amazed him somewhat to remember how strong she'd been before, how confident. He drew a deep breath and released it on a sigh, thinking that he could see why Cox had fallen for her. She really was an astonishing woman.
She drew back, rolling to sit on the edge of the bed; for a moment JD simply lay and looked at her, the strong, graceful line of her back, her smooth skin, her shoulders. He watched as those same shoulders suddenly straightened, and she sat up, the confidence coming back around her so palpably that JD could almost see it--a shield of armor she donned to keep anyone else from seeing how hard this was for her. JD felt oddly touched, as she stood and began to dress, that she'd shown this side of herself to him.
She glanced back and saw him watching her, and arched an eyebrow. "You going to get dressed first, or is this your plan for getting someone to pay attention to you more quickly?"
JD smiled, stretching for a moment before reaching for the scrubs he'd left crumpled on the floor. "Thought it might get me answers faster if I showed up naked," he offered, smile deepening when she looked pleased. He wasn't nearly as adept at playing along with her barbs as Cox was, but he knew she appreciated it when he tried. And just now he wanted to make the extra effort, help her as much as he could.
"Might just scare the interns," Jordan replied, easily, watching him tug on his clothing.
JD stuffed his feet back into a pair of battered running shoes--not that he'd often gone running in them--and ran a hand back through his hair. Dry from his shower, now, and lying limp across his forehead. Ugh.
"Well?" he asked Jordan, raising an eyebrow. "You coming?"
"Definitely not letting you try this on your own," she shot back, but her smile widened slightly as JD led the way out of the room.
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Re: Any update? ::hopes::
Date: 1 May 2008 02:42 (UTC)