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Consent to Treatment (4/?)
Title: Consent to Treatment (4/?)
Author: Blu (![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
blualbino )
Pairing: JD/Dr. Cox
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: AU
Summary: Percival Cox, mental patient, is famous for driving psychologists crazy. His new shrink, Dr. Dorian, has no idea what he’s getting himself into
Disclaimer: None of it is mine… Title stolen from Blue October
Cox stormed into Dr. Maddox’s office, scaring her little blonde secretary almost to the point of hysterics.
“Mr. Cox?” Maddox asked, nearly unfazed.
“Switch my shrink.” He said, placing both palms on her desk and leaning directly into her personal bubble. Maddox’s eyebrow rose.
“Why? I thought you were making progress with Dr. Dorian.” she said, pulling a file out of a drawer.
“The guy’s a moron.” Cox said. Maddox flipped through the file, forehead creased.
“Really, because I think-”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think. He’s not treating you, is he?” Cox stood up to his full intimidating height and scowled. Maddox just stared him down for a second, then shook her head.
“Well I’m definitely not switching you then.” Maddox put the folder back in it’s drawer and met his eyes. Completely unafraid.
“What?!” Cox said, his voice slipping up an octave in irritation.
“Well if he threatens you this much, you two must be making some real progress. So you’re stuck with him unless he switches off of you. And seeing as that kid adores you, I don’t think that’ll happen anytime soon.” Maddox continued to stare at him in that exasperatingly logical way, until Cox made an incoherent noise and stormed back out of her office.
___
Cox stopped acknowledging Newbie when he saw him outside of one-on-one. It wasn’t like he ever waved or smiled or said hi before, but now he wasn’t even making eye contact.
Newbie noticed. The first few times he waved and called “hello Mr. Cox!” In his overly cheerful voice and received no answer he’d looked confused, but shrugged it off. Like it was an accident. After that he’d started getting this hurt expression on his face.
He never stopped waving though.
___
Cox had skipped his last three one-on-one sessions. It was easy enough, he’d just cause some sort of trouble right before six, landing himself in solitary.
Last time he’d started a food fight by dumping a cup of red Jell-O over Lurch’s head. Lurch retaliated by chucking a handful of mashed potatoes that scattered when they hit Cox’s head, dragging five more people into the fight. After twenty minutes of hectic, mushy warfare, Cox was carted off to his padded cell covered in potatoes, butter, mashed peas, pudding, and at least three colors of Jell-O.
He was grinning the whole time.
___
His nightmares came back. Oddly enough, he hadn’t even realized they went away in the first place.
___
Cox’s second day in the padded cell Carla paid him a visit. She bribed or flirted or something-ed somebody until they let her in.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She said crossing her arms and putting her weight on one leg, so the other hip jutted out. Classic bitching pose.
“I don‘t know what you‘re talking about.” Cox said honestly. At this point he’d fucked up so many things that he really wasn’t sure wich one she was referring to.
“Bambi!” He raised an eyebrow. “JD. He comes to me all upset because, for some reason, his patient won’t even look at him and he thinks it’s his fault.” She tapped one foot and gave him a look that asked him what he had to say for himself.
“I’m not ignoring him.” Carla snorted. “Look, the kid is annoying. He drives me crazy! So yes, maybe I don’t want to talk to him all the time, so what!”
“Yeah, he annoys you so you get yourself put in here?” She gestured at the cell, grimy off white with creased padding covering the walls. “You are crazy.”
“He’s not the reason I’m in here.” Cox said, his entire defense crumbling under Carla’s arguments. Then she got one of her insightful looks on her face.
“You’re avoiding him. But not because you don’t like him, you like him a lot.” Cox’s eyebrows shot all the way up.
“Nuh uh.” He said, not caring that he sounded like a third grader.
“Yes. But you can’t handle getting close to people so you’re pushing him away.” She was practically smiling now. Honestly, Cox was so glad Carla wasn’t his shrink.
Cox forced a laugh. Carla rolled her eyes at him.
“Listen you,” She waggled a finger at him, making him feel like a third grader again. She was good at that. “I don’t care about your crazies, but don’t take them out on Bambi. Now when you get out of here at least try to explain this to him.”
“Fine.” Cox sighed. Carla left, and he had no doubt that she would find some way to make his life hell if he didn’t listen to her.
___
Cox found himself standing outside Newbie’s door, again, nervously eating a peppermint. He crushed it between his teeth and swallowed it before finally entering the room.
He expected Newbie to be sitting in his chair, possibly expecting him. Instead the shrink was passed out on the couch Cox normally sat on. Cox sat down in Newbie’s chair and debated waking him up. He decided not to.
The only reason he didn’t wake the kid up was so he didn’t have to talk. Not because Newbie looked stressed out or like he needed some extra sleep or anything like that.
And Dorian did look stressed out. He had bags under his eyes and frowned in his sleep. Cox felt momentarily pissed off at Lurch, seeing as this was most likely his fault, then immediately felt like the world’s biggest jackass. He knew the only thing stopping Lurch from messing with JD was him, but he’d gone and got himself locked up anyway.
Newbie shifted in his sleep, shoulder trying to find itself a more comfortable position.
“…jerk…” He mumbled. Newbie talks in his sleep? Cox unconsciously leaned forward, wanting to hear more.
“Who’s a jerk?” Cox said lightly, trying to make his voice low and soothing.
“Cox,” Newbie said, his sleep-frown deepening. For a split second Cox thought he’d woken Dorian up, but then the psychologist shifted and continued. “…stupid mean hot Mr. Cox.”
Oh, so he was the jerk. Not surprising. And did Newbie just call him hot?
“Who’s Mr. Cox?” He asked in the same voice.
“Patient. Shouldn’t like him…but do. Doesn’t like me though…” Newbie finally found a comfy spot and laid still on his side. And he liked him. Cox kind of hoped that Newbie meant as a friend, but it probably meant that his shrink had a crush on him. Crap.
Cox closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He didn’t expect that information to make him so… happy. Shit. He had a crush on his shrink. His younger, irritating, girly-man, adorable shrink.
He sighed.
Stupid Newbie. This place was fun before he showed up.
___
It wasn’t all that surprising that Cox left before Newbie woke up.
Author: Blu (
blualbino ) Pairing: JD/Dr. Cox
Rating: T/PG-13
Warnings: AU
Summary: Percival Cox, mental patient, is famous for driving psychologists crazy. His new shrink, Dr. Dorian, has no idea what he’s getting himself into
Disclaimer: None of it is mine… Title stolen from Blue October
Cox stormed into Dr. Maddox’s office, scaring her little blonde secretary almost to the point of hysterics.
“Mr. Cox?” Maddox asked, nearly unfazed.
“Switch my shrink.” He said, placing both palms on her desk and leaning directly into her personal bubble. Maddox’s eyebrow rose.
“Why? I thought you were making progress with Dr. Dorian.” she said, pulling a file out of a drawer.
“The guy’s a moron.” Cox said. Maddox flipped through the file, forehead creased.
“Really, because I think-”
“I don’t give a rat’s ass what you think. He’s not treating you, is he?” Cox stood up to his full intimidating height and scowled. Maddox just stared him down for a second, then shook her head.
“Well I’m definitely not switching you then.” Maddox put the folder back in it’s drawer and met his eyes. Completely unafraid.
“What?!” Cox said, his voice slipping up an octave in irritation.
“Well if he threatens you this much, you two must be making some real progress. So you’re stuck with him unless he switches off of you. And seeing as that kid adores you, I don’t think that’ll happen anytime soon.” Maddox continued to stare at him in that exasperatingly logical way, until Cox made an incoherent noise and stormed back out of her office.
___
Cox stopped acknowledging Newbie when he saw him outside of one-on-one. It wasn’t like he ever waved or smiled or said hi before, but now he wasn’t even making eye contact.
Newbie noticed. The first few times he waved and called “hello Mr. Cox!” In his overly cheerful voice and received no answer he’d looked confused, but shrugged it off. Like it was an accident. After that he’d started getting this hurt expression on his face.
He never stopped waving though.
___
Cox had skipped his last three one-on-one sessions. It was easy enough, he’d just cause some sort of trouble right before six, landing himself in solitary.
Last time he’d started a food fight by dumping a cup of red Jell-O over Lurch’s head. Lurch retaliated by chucking a handful of mashed potatoes that scattered when they hit Cox’s head, dragging five more people into the fight. After twenty minutes of hectic, mushy warfare, Cox was carted off to his padded cell covered in potatoes, butter, mashed peas, pudding, and at least three colors of Jell-O.
He was grinning the whole time.
___
His nightmares came back. Oddly enough, he hadn’t even realized they went away in the first place.
___
Cox’s second day in the padded cell Carla paid him a visit. She bribed or flirted or something-ed somebody until they let her in.
“What the hell do you think you’re doing?” She said crossing her arms and putting her weight on one leg, so the other hip jutted out. Classic bitching pose.
“I don‘t know what you‘re talking about.” Cox said honestly. At this point he’d fucked up so many things that he really wasn’t sure wich one she was referring to.
“Bambi!” He raised an eyebrow. “JD. He comes to me all upset because, for some reason, his patient won’t even look at him and he thinks it’s his fault.” She tapped one foot and gave him a look that asked him what he had to say for himself.
“I’m not ignoring him.” Carla snorted. “Look, the kid is annoying. He drives me crazy! So yes, maybe I don’t want to talk to him all the time, so what!”
“Yeah, he annoys you so you get yourself put in here?” She gestured at the cell, grimy off white with creased padding covering the walls. “You are crazy.”
“He’s not the reason I’m in here.” Cox said, his entire defense crumbling under Carla’s arguments. Then she got one of her insightful looks on her face.
“You’re avoiding him. But not because you don’t like him, you like him a lot.” Cox’s eyebrows shot all the way up.
“Nuh uh.” He said, not caring that he sounded like a third grader.
“Yes. But you can’t handle getting close to people so you’re pushing him away.” She was practically smiling now. Honestly, Cox was so glad Carla wasn’t his shrink.
Cox forced a laugh. Carla rolled her eyes at him.
“Listen you,” She waggled a finger at him, making him feel like a third grader again. She was good at that. “I don’t care about your crazies, but don’t take them out on Bambi. Now when you get out of here at least try to explain this to him.”
“Fine.” Cox sighed. Carla left, and he had no doubt that she would find some way to make his life hell if he didn’t listen to her.
___
Cox found himself standing outside Newbie’s door, again, nervously eating a peppermint. He crushed it between his teeth and swallowed it before finally entering the room.
He expected Newbie to be sitting in his chair, possibly expecting him. Instead the shrink was passed out on the couch Cox normally sat on. Cox sat down in Newbie’s chair and debated waking him up. He decided not to.
The only reason he didn’t wake the kid up was so he didn’t have to talk. Not because Newbie looked stressed out or like he needed some extra sleep or anything like that.
And Dorian did look stressed out. He had bags under his eyes and frowned in his sleep. Cox felt momentarily pissed off at Lurch, seeing as this was most likely his fault, then immediately felt like the world’s biggest jackass. He knew the only thing stopping Lurch from messing with JD was him, but he’d gone and got himself locked up anyway.
Newbie shifted in his sleep, shoulder trying to find itself a more comfortable position.
“…jerk…” He mumbled. Newbie talks in his sleep? Cox unconsciously leaned forward, wanting to hear more.
“Who’s a jerk?” Cox said lightly, trying to make his voice low and soothing.
“Cox,” Newbie said, his sleep-frown deepening. For a split second Cox thought he’d woken Dorian up, but then the psychologist shifted and continued. “…stupid mean hot Mr. Cox.”
Oh, so he was the jerk. Not surprising. And did Newbie just call him hot?
“Who’s Mr. Cox?” He asked in the same voice.
“Patient. Shouldn’t like him…but do. Doesn’t like me though…” Newbie finally found a comfy spot and laid still on his side. And he liked him. Cox kind of hoped that Newbie meant as a friend, but it probably meant that his shrink had a crush on him. Crap.
Cox closed his eyes and rubbed his forehead. He didn’t expect that information to make him so… happy. Shit. He had a crush on his shrink. His younger, irritating, girly-man, adorable shrink.
He sighed.
Stupid Newbie. This place was fun before he showed up.
___
It wasn’t all that surprising that Cox left before Newbie woke up.