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Title: His Inner Despair Pairing: Janitor/JD (onesided), JD/Cox if… - You Look Unhappy; I Like That
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Misty posting in Janitor/JD
User: janitor_jd (posted by weirdmisty)
Date: 2007-09-11 23:48
Subject: (no subject)
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Title: His Inner Despair
Pairing: Janitor/JD (onesided), JD/Cox if you squint
Word Count: 424 words
Rating: PG for one instance of swearing.
Spoilers: None :3
Author's Notes: This actually ended up *nothing* like what I was intending to write when I started, so expect to see another one soon.


"Newbie. Come!" My eyes can't help but follow him as he yelps, jumps, and scurries after the older man, his head hanging meekly, like a puppy in trouble.

It makes me want to spit. I don't, of course. If I did, I'd have to clean it up. As it is, the funny smell wafting from that room two doors down suggests that someone's been ill. But I can't tear my eyes away from the scene before me.

It's always the same. Angry Doctor abuses, belittles and harasses him in every way. Treats him like shit, the same way he treats everyone in this hospital. No, worse. Because what's the kid do? He comes back. Again and again, he begs for more, so desperate for approval that he's willing to take all the humiliation he can and more. It sickens me.

He grins like a fool as he takes the chart from the older doctor. Oblivious, as always, to my watchful gaze. He never notices me unless I want him to. I feel a searing sadness as the old man walks away; two eyes gaze at him with forlorn adoration. I wish, for the first time in only minutes, that he'd look at me that way.

He won't though. Not now and not ever. I just don't understand it. Why will he take so much abuse from Angry Doctor, eating it all up happily, and turn around only to hate me for treating him the same? It's silly, I guess. It's what I guess for trying to be something I'm not. But I can't change it now, it's far too late. First impressions last for a lifetime, and I've made the wrong one. All I have left to do is fill the role he's assigned me in his head, to do my best to live up to the expectations he forces on those around him.

Angrily, I take my frustration out on the floor, grinding my mop into the ground as he comes my way. He hardly spares me a glance as he passes, and the look of barely tolerant indifference I get pains me. Quick as a flash, the mop juts out.

His eyes are full of an emotion bordering on hatred as he climbs to his feet, brushing himself off. "You're a jerk," he pronounces.

"Yeah,?" I ask. I turn my back to him to avoid meeting his eye. "Well, Scooter, you make my life hell." After a moment, I hear his footsteps echoing down the hall. I sigh and shut my eyes.
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Jay Auris: Sad
User: nighthawkms
Date: 2007-09-12 21:54 (UTC)
Subject: (no subject)
Keyword:Sad
Awww, sad :( Very well done though. Quick note:

"It's what I guess for trying to be something I'm not." Should be "get" I believe :)
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