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crossoverficTitle: My New Situation
Author: Sylrrha_falcate ('this fish flies' on ff.net)
Fandoms: House/Scrubs
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, except House being House.
Summary:Dr. John 'JD' Dorian participates in a 'doctor exchange' and goes to PrincetonPlainsboro to work in the Diagnostics Department.
I was not quite sure how it had happened, but somehow I had ended up at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Well, I did know how it happened, as I rode Sasha all the way, and my lips were a bit chapped. I still wasn’t sure what the reason was that I was here.
It started a few days ago when Dr. Kelso announced a ‘doctor exchange’ he had set up with another hospital. He knew someone on their Board of Directors, or something. I was picked, though I have no clue why.
“Don’t get excited, Melissa. He just picked the most incompetent doctor and figured out a way to get rid of you for a while.” Dr. Cox tried to bring me down, but I will survive. I sang the rest of the song in my head. I’d make a great sassy black woman.
Kelso told me some of the details. I would be working in the diagnostics department, I’d help out in the free clinic, and I was not to kill anyone. I don’t think I could really kill all that many people, considering there would be others there. I’m no Doug.
My goodbye to Turk was very bittersweet. And heartfelt. Sure, I wouldn’t be gone for long and could drive back to see him, but I would still miss my brown bear. My goodbye to Cox was less heartfelt and more him doing a little dance and singing about how I was leaving. He would miss me.
My butt was a bit sore from riding Sasha, but my hair was still perfect. I never really rode her this far, and I was worried a bit. She is sturdy, but if I pushed her to hard all the past may catch up to her. I carried my luggage to the hotel. Sure, people with cars could easily make the commute everyday, but I’d not be risking it. I took all the soaps and shampoos and put them in my bag. I had my own stuff, but the hotel ones were free, and I would never say no to free things.
Then I got ready for bed (I had footie pajamas, so soft). I woke up the next morning and followed the directions I got from the front desk. Then, I was here.
I parked Sasha on the sidewalk and noticed a motorcycle. It was big and shiny and looked like it could eat my scooter for breakfast. I gave Sasha a reassuring pat before I went in.
The first thing I noticed was that it was considerably cleaner than Sacred Heart. The janitors here must be too busy cleaning to bother me. Unless he had sent word ahead of me. You could never guess what The Janitor would do. He is sneaky.
I asked a woman at the desk where the Diagnostic department was. She frowned a bit, but pointed me in the right direction. I had just started to go when another woman stopped me.
“Are you Dr. Dorian? I’m Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” I smiled and we shook hands.
“Well, I just have to warn you about the man you will be working under during your stay here. Dr. House can be… a little irritating. Just try not to let him get to you. He is a good doctor, no matter how he acts.” Something about how she put it made me wonder. She personally lead me to where I would be working for the next few weeks. The amount of glass in this hospital was strange. It was a bit futuristic.
In the Diagnostics room I saw three people, two men and a woman. Dr. Cuddy entered and I followed. She introduced me and they seemed to know what this exchange business was about. Cuddy then left, giving me an almost pitying smile.
“I’m Allison Cameron. It’s nice to meet you,” this woman also seemed friendly. She seemed the exact opposite from Elliot, what with Elliot’s crazy.
The blonde then introduced himself as Dr. Chase. He had an accent. Dr. Eric Foreman was the last. As he was telling me he was a neurologist the door was thrown open. An older man seemed to rush in. It only seemed like that, as he had a cane and was limping. He could not be going that fast.
“Well, you must be the doctor they are sending me to watch over. The only reason this program started was because of the grant money that comes along with it.” So that was why Kelso was so willing to do this. “The only person you need to listen to is me. That one,” he pointed to Dr. Cameron, “Is a woman, and you can’t trust them, what with all their messed up hormones. Chase isn’t an American, so he is probably a terrorist. Not only is Foreman black, and therefore inferior, but he is also missing part of his brain.”
If he was missing a brain, he would be a good scarecrow. Dr. Chase, with his almost gold hair would be the lion, and Cameron could be the tinman. I smiled as I thought of the for of use skipping down the road towards Oz.
“If I were Dorothy, I’d need new shoes,” I muttered, coming out of my fantasy. Everyone in the room looked at me strangely.
“Now, why exactly did they send you to me?” House asked, almost bored.
Because of my boyish good looks and amusing wit, I said in my head. I actually said, “Well, someone said it was to pawn off the worst doctor for a while. But I think…” House cut me off.
“I don’t care what you think. You can just sit over there until someone calls for you.” He then went back into the office connecting to this one and then, apparently, watched TV. I went to the chair he had pointed to and sat down.
“You’ll get used to House. He’s not as bad as he seems,” Cameron went to sit across from me.
“No, he’s a bastard. He is that bad,” shot Chase from where he was standing near the sink, getting coffee.
Foreman just looked at me, then asked, “Are you really the worst doctor?”
“Of course not. They still let me have patients.”
He just scoffed. “You have doctors that aren’t allowed patients?” Somehow, I suspected he did not think highly of me.
Dr. Cameron shot him a dirty look. “Anyway, try not to let House worry you. He is that mean to everyone.”
“He hasn’t called me by a girl’s name nor has he locked me in a watertower yet.” I really needed to stop saying what I thought. The room was once again silent. I just looked at House. He was not even pretending to work. My eyes then just wondered around the room, taking in my new surroundings. There was a strange stain on the carpet, but I’m used to stains. It was quite big, though.
Chase saw me looking at it. “House was shot a while ago, right there.”
“Do people get shot here often?” I asked a bit worried.
“Do you often get locked in watertowers?”
“Not too often.” I ducked my head sheepishly. Even if I tried to explain that comment, it would not make it seem any more normal. Everything the Janitor did was surreal and they did not look like they would understand it- or believe it.
It was different here. I wasn’t sure how I would spend my time, but something told me it would be interesting.
Author: Sylrrha_falcate ('this fish flies' on ff.net)
Fandoms: House/Scrubs
Rating: PG-13
Warnings: None, except House being House.
Summary:Dr. John 'JD' Dorian participates in a 'doctor exchange' and goes to PrincetonPlainsboro to work in the Diagnostics Department.
I was not quite sure how it had happened, but somehow I had ended up at the Princeton-Plainsboro Teaching Hospital. Well, I did know how it happened, as I rode Sasha all the way, and my lips were a bit chapped. I still wasn’t sure what the reason was that I was here.
It started a few days ago when Dr. Kelso announced a ‘doctor exchange’ he had set up with another hospital. He knew someone on their Board of Directors, or something. I was picked, though I have no clue why.
“Don’t get excited, Melissa. He just picked the most incompetent doctor and figured out a way to get rid of you for a while.” Dr. Cox tried to bring me down, but I will survive. I sang the rest of the song in my head. I’d make a great sassy black woman.
Kelso told me some of the details. I would be working in the diagnostics department, I’d help out in the free clinic, and I was not to kill anyone. I don’t think I could really kill all that many people, considering there would be others there. I’m no Doug.
My goodbye to Turk was very bittersweet. And heartfelt. Sure, I wouldn’t be gone for long and could drive back to see him, but I would still miss my brown bear. My goodbye to Cox was less heartfelt and more him doing a little dance and singing about how I was leaving. He would miss me.
My butt was a bit sore from riding Sasha, but my hair was still perfect. I never really rode her this far, and I was worried a bit. She is sturdy, but if I pushed her to hard all the past may catch up to her. I carried my luggage to the hotel. Sure, people with cars could easily make the commute everyday, but I’d not be risking it. I took all the soaps and shampoos and put them in my bag. I had my own stuff, but the hotel ones were free, and I would never say no to free things.
Then I got ready for bed (I had footie pajamas, so soft). I woke up the next morning and followed the directions I got from the front desk. Then, I was here.
I parked Sasha on the sidewalk and noticed a motorcycle. It was big and shiny and looked like it could eat my scooter for breakfast. I gave Sasha a reassuring pat before I went in.
The first thing I noticed was that it was considerably cleaner than Sacred Heart. The janitors here must be too busy cleaning to bother me. Unless he had sent word ahead of me. You could never guess what The Janitor would do. He is sneaky.
I asked a woman at the desk where the Diagnostic department was. She frowned a bit, but pointed me in the right direction. I had just started to go when another woman stopped me.
“Are you Dr. Dorian? I’m Dr. Lisa Cuddy, Dean of Medicine.”
“Yeah, that’s me.” I smiled and we shook hands.
“Well, I just have to warn you about the man you will be working under during your stay here. Dr. House can be… a little irritating. Just try not to let him get to you. He is a good doctor, no matter how he acts.” Something about how she put it made me wonder. She personally lead me to where I would be working for the next few weeks. The amount of glass in this hospital was strange. It was a bit futuristic.
In the Diagnostics room I saw three people, two men and a woman. Dr. Cuddy entered and I followed. She introduced me and they seemed to know what this exchange business was about. Cuddy then left, giving me an almost pitying smile.
“I’m Allison Cameron. It’s nice to meet you,” this woman also seemed friendly. She seemed the exact opposite from Elliot, what with Elliot’s crazy.
The blonde then introduced himself as Dr. Chase. He had an accent. Dr. Eric Foreman was the last. As he was telling me he was a neurologist the door was thrown open. An older man seemed to rush in. It only seemed like that, as he had a cane and was limping. He could not be going that fast.
“Well, you must be the doctor they are sending me to watch over. The only reason this program started was because of the grant money that comes along with it.” So that was why Kelso was so willing to do this. “The only person you need to listen to is me. That one,” he pointed to Dr. Cameron, “Is a woman, and you can’t trust them, what with all their messed up hormones. Chase isn’t an American, so he is probably a terrorist. Not only is Foreman black, and therefore inferior, but he is also missing part of his brain.”
If he was missing a brain, he would be a good scarecrow. Dr. Chase, with his almost gold hair would be the lion, and Cameron could be the tinman. I smiled as I thought of the for of use skipping down the road towards Oz.
“If I were Dorothy, I’d need new shoes,” I muttered, coming out of my fantasy. Everyone in the room looked at me strangely.
“Now, why exactly did they send you to me?” House asked, almost bored.
Because of my boyish good looks and amusing wit, I said in my head. I actually said, “Well, someone said it was to pawn off the worst doctor for a while. But I think…” House cut me off.
“I don’t care what you think. You can just sit over there until someone calls for you.” He then went back into the office connecting to this one and then, apparently, watched TV. I went to the chair he had pointed to and sat down.
“You’ll get used to House. He’s not as bad as he seems,” Cameron went to sit across from me.
“No, he’s a bastard. He is that bad,” shot Chase from where he was standing near the sink, getting coffee.
Foreman just looked at me, then asked, “Are you really the worst doctor?”
“Of course not. They still let me have patients.”
He just scoffed. “You have doctors that aren’t allowed patients?” Somehow, I suspected he did not think highly of me.
Dr. Cameron shot him a dirty look. “Anyway, try not to let House worry you. He is that mean to everyone.”
“He hasn’t called me by a girl’s name nor has he locked me in a watertower yet.” I really needed to stop saying what I thought. The room was once again silent. I just looked at House. He was not even pretending to work. My eyes then just wondered around the room, taking in my new surroundings. There was a strange stain on the carpet, but I’m used to stains. It was quite big, though.
Chase saw me looking at it. “House was shot a while ago, right there.”
“Do people get shot here often?” I asked a bit worried.
“Do you often get locked in watertowers?”
“Not too often.” I ducked my head sheepishly. Even if I tried to explain that comment, it would not make it seem any more normal. Everything the Janitor did was surreal and they did not look like they would understand it- or believe it.
It was different here. I wasn’t sure how I would spend my time, but something told me it would be interesting.
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