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Walter's Grill. A little burger joint that's nestled in the town my college is in. It's got good food, a great atmosphere, and it's like Cheers in the sense that everyone knows your name. And if they don't, they will by the end of their meal. But mostly, I keep coming back because I work there and I need to get paid.

My first WoWP fic. So I’m terribly sorry if Justin and Alex are OoC. Just a few notes:

1)    I’m not sure is seven year old Justin would know what Mount Everest is, but let’s just pretend that he does.
2)    I’ve read the summary for the Wizards vs. Vampires on tv.com, and it mentions that Alex is looking for a way to break up with Dean, so I’ve decided to assume that they broke up and that Justin and Juliet have as well (I’ve never seen those episodes before, so I’m just using creative license here)
3)    The writing style and the idea of how magic works in each individual wizard is based of moirariordan’s WoWP story In Fire, In Ice. An absolutely amazing story. The best Jalex (and probably WoWP) fic I’ve read.

oOoOo

For one so small, you seem so strong
My arms will hold you, keep you safe and warm

Alex is five and Justin is seven. Their parents have just informed Alex that, no, she couldn’t have a pony and, yes, unicorns fall under the pony category despite their outward differences. Justin is sitting on the couch watching a cartoon when Alex comes stomping down the stairs, her eyes narrowed and lips set in an angry pout.

“I want a pony!”

Justin lifts his eyes from the television and turns to face his sister. He shrugs. “You got to listen to mommy and daddy.” And then he goes right back to watching TV, trying to block out the agitated huffs that are coming from his younger sister.

“I. Want. A. Pony!” He hears the thump of her foot coming into contact with the hard wood floor and suddenly he is staring at an intense blizzard instead of the TV.

Or, rather, he is standing in one.

He turns around to find Alex looking wide eyed at the sudden change of scenery. Her gaze meets Justin’s and he sees her bottom lip quiver. “J-Justin. . .what happened? Where are we?”

Justin looks around the unfamiliar terrain, but all he can see is snow, snow, snow. He thinks he remembers seeing a place like this on TV once, but he can’t be sure because that was just a picture and this is real life. “We’re either at the North Pole or Mount Everest.”

Alex shakes her head and when she speaks he can hear the fear in her voice (it’s just barely there, but he’s trained himself to catch it). “How did we get here? We were just at our house.”

Justin has already figured out what happened. Alex’s emotions had run amok and she had unknowingly cast a spell that sent them here. He also knows that their parents haven’t explained to Alex about who she is, about the power that runs through her veins. But Justin can’t make her forget what she’s seen and someone is going to have to explain everything to her, because her eyes are wide and innocent, but not stupid.

Justin opens his arms and isn’t surprised when Alex rushes into them, clinging to his shirt and trying not to cry. “You’re a wizard, Alex.” Justin explains this as gently as he can, wrapping his arms around his little sister so that she’ll know he’s there.

“Like Harry Potter?”

Justin contemplates this idea. “Sort of.” He says finally. “You have magic powers except you lost control of them and accidentally brought us here.”

Alex nods, accepting this piece of information must more easily than he had expected. “Okay.” She sniffs once. “But how do we get home?”

Justin’s not really sure what to tell her. Their father had mentioned magic lessons once they were older, but they didn’t talk much about magic otherwise. “Maybe we could try and say a spell together.”

Alex looked up at him and for the first time, he can see how much she really does look up to him (in the figurative sense of course). “Do you know any spells, Justin?”

He doesn’t. But he doesn’t want to scare her anymore then she already is so he nods. “I think so.” After all, how hard could it be? “But I’m going to need your help, kay?”

She nods enthusiastically and Justin grins back. “Okay. It’s ‘This cold place is where we roam, so bring us back to our home’.” That rhymed and maybe, if they concentrated as hard as they could, it would work.

He breaks the hug but takes Alex’s hand in his and gives it a reassuring squeeze. “Ready?” She nodded. “Okay”

“This cold place is where we roam
So bring us back to our home.”

There is a flash of light and when Justin opens his eyes the TV is starring back at him, the cartoon cat still chasing the mouse. He let outs the breath he had been holding and suddenly Alex has her arms wrapped around his middle, squeezing him more fiercely then she ever has before.

“Thanks Justin.” She mumbles into his t-shirt and he can feel her smile.

He grins back, even though she can’t see him. “Sure. It was actually kind of cool.” He admits.

“Really?” She looks up at him, her eyes wide.

“Yeah,” Justin nods enthusiastically. “The first time I lost control of my powers, I just turned Daddy’s hair pink.”

oOoOo

I know we’re different but, deep inside us,
We’re not that different at all.

Alex is ten and Justin is twelve. Alex’s best friend is a girl name Sarah. She has long blonde hair and bright blue eyes and is sweet and innocent and everything mischievous Alex is not. Justin thinks that’s why they get along so well. They are playing up in Alex’s room one day and Justin is supposed to be babysitting. But Justin has a report due on Monday and Alex has actually promised to behave, so he is trusting them to take care of themselves while he sits on the couch and does homework, only a floor below them if he’s needed.

He’s just about to start on his final part of the report when the house goes completely silent. It’s the kind of silent that Justin can feel just under his skin, where the hum of magic usually is. And it means one thing.

Magic has been used, and it has gone wrong.

He hops off the couch, totally disregarding the soda that spills onto his almost complete report. He races up the stairs to Alex’s room, his heart pounding in his chest. They have just begun magic lessons and Alex doesn’t have the best grip on her powers yet. He bursts through the door and sees Alex standing with her dolls (she only plays with them when Sarah is over) and no Sarah. Justin begins to panic. He turns to his sister who appears to be having one of her freak out moments and knows that, if anything is going to get fixed, he’s going to have to be the one to do it.

He takes a deep breath and puts a calming hand on Alex’s shoulder. “What happened?”

Alex’s takes a deep shuddering breath and answers. “I. . .I wanted to share my secret with Sarah.”

Justin freezes at those words. Ever since their father had sat Alex down to fully explain her wizarding powers to her nearly five years ago, he as always stressed how important it is for them to keep it a secret. “And what happened?”

Alex closes her eyes and Justin realizes she is trying to fight back tears. “She didn’t believe me.”

Something clicks into place and Justin suddenly understands why Sarah is absent. “So you tried to show her.” It isn’t a question.

Alex nods. “I tried to make her Barbie come to life with that spell dad showed us, but it just shrunk Sarah instead.”

And that’s when Justin notices that one of the Barbies is hunched over and, now that he’s not talking, it sounds like she’s crying. He turns towards Alex. “Let me see the wand.”

Alex nods and hands it over without arguing. Justin twirls it in his hand while he contemplates the best spell to use. An undo spell would be best, but Justin’s not exactly sure how to do those. Finally he improvises a spell and soon Sarah is standing before them, life size and very shaken.

Justin leaves the two girls alone, letting them work things out for themselves, but stays just outside the door. Just in case.

Sarah screams a lot, and Justin hears the word ‘freak’ more than once. He listens as Alex tries to explain everything through tears and winces when Sarah just continues to scream. The door flies open and Sarah runs out, taking the stairs two at a time. A few seconds later and the door slams shut and Justin knows that something terrible has happened. Alex comes out into the hallway a few minutes later and doesn’t even yell at Justin for eavesdropping. Instead she just slides down to the floor next to him and cries into his shoulder until Justin thinks she can’t possibly have any more tears left.

“Why?” She hiccups and it sounds like it must be painful to even breath through these tears, let alone talk. “Why does Sarah hate that I have magic?”

Justin thinks for a moment, because there is so much he could say to that question that he isn’t even sure where to begin. “Because she doesn’t have any magic herself. A lot of times people are scared of things they don’t understand.” He’s thinking about the poor Native Americans and their reaction to the Europeans (that’s what his report was on) and realizes with a shock that that idea is actually really relevant, even today. He vows to pay more attention in school from now on.

Alex hiccups again, but at least her sobs have subsided. “I don’t want magic then. I don’t want to be different.”

Justin’s heart aches at her words, because magic is one of the biggest things they have in common. It keeps them together better than just being brother and sister ever could. Justin shakes his head. “Don’t say that. Being different is what makes us special. And besides, we’re not that different from anyone else.” He shrugs before grinning playfully. “And in a few years, after I win the contest, you’ll be completely normal, so enjoy it while you can.”

Alex looks up at him and manages a smile. “Nuh uh,” She sticks her tongue out, “You’ll be the normal one.”

Justin grins and grabs her hand, pulling her to her feet. “Come on, let’s go downstairs and call mom and dad. They’ve got some serious damage control to do.

Alex agrees and they make their way down the stairs, only to find Jerry and Theresa standing there, looking less than thrilled. They assure Alex that Sarah’s memory has been erased (apparently Jerry kept magic candies that did the trick) and they have (luckily) evaded a crisis. Alex tears up at the mention of her friend and Justin could see the angry retort die of his father’s lips. Alex has always had that kind of power over their father and Justin has always envied her for it. But with the crisis over he returns to the couch. . .and his ruined report. But try as he might, Justin can’t bring himself to be angry with Alex, because she’s had a far worse night then he has. It will take him all night to get it finished, but he will just have to do it. He watches as Alex smiles in relief as their father tells her that she won’t be punished for this. . .this time. That makes it all worth it.

And Alex stays up all night keeping him company while he rewrites his essay.

oOoOo

Don’t listen to them, cuz what do they know?
We need each other to have, to hold

Alex is fifteen and Justin is seventeen. Justin has met the most wonderful girl, Juliet, and Alex is still head over heels for Dean. Until, of course, the snag in the story catches and rips wide open.

Juliet is a vampire who lusts after Justin’s blood (and Twilight this is not) and Dean has moved away and the spark between him and Alex has left with him.

So it’s not surprising that Friday evening finds both siblings sitting on the couch nursing cokes and broken hearts, while a movie neither of them is really interested in plays in the background. Justin turns to face his little sister and is surprised to see her face shinning with tears. It is a silent kind of crying that Justin has never really associated with his sister before this.

He surprises them both by scooting a bit closer to her and wrapping an arm around her shoulders for comfort. She doesn’t resist like he thought she would (she’d long out grown the need to show affection to people, especially family members) and leans her head against his shoulder. The silence is comfortable, companionable even and neither one of them feels the need to break it. It isn’t until well into the credits of the (ridiculous) movie that either of them speaks at all.

“This sucks.”

Justin nods, acknowledging the truth in Alex’s statement. “Yeah. It really does.”

Alex shakes her head. “I thought I really liked Dean, maybe even loved him, but he moved away and everything I thought we had was gone. Poof. Just like magic.”

Justin almost wants to laugh at her words. They both know magic and they both know magic has nothing to do with what happened between her and Dean. He does understand the wanting to blame your troubles on something that seems out of the hands of normal people though. “Long distance relationships are hard. So are first relationships. I guess the combination of both was just too much.”

Alex nods again, and Justin is surprised that she hasn’t even tried to argue with him (that’s how they’ve operated for years. It’s what Justin knows best, besides Alex herself that is). They fall into silence again as another movie blares to life on the TV.

“I’m sorry about Juliet.” It is always Alex who breaks the silences, no matter why they’re there.

Justin shrugs. “It’s okay, I guess. It’s hard for vampires to be around humans it’s just too tempting.”

“You could have just let her “change” you.” Alex’s grin is softer than normal, as if she’s scared of the response she’ll get.

Justin shakes his head. “No thank you. I have no desire to become the star to the real life Twilight saga, thanks.”

Alex laughs softly, but it sounds more relieved than amused. “I’m glad.” She burrows deeper into Justin’s side and sighs contentedly. “This is going to sound kind of strange, but I think we’re going to be okay.”

Justin raises his eyebrows. “Why is that strange?”

Alex lifts her head to look him in the eye as she responds. “I guess it’s not. But I can’t be too upset about Dean because, well, he was just a boy. But as long as I’ve still got you,” Her voice drops, as if she’s not sure she wants to finish her sentence. She does anyways.

“I know that I’ll be okay in the end.”

Something shifts in the air between them and Justin is acutely aware of it. He is suddenly reminded of the night of Alex’s quinceañera, a few months ago.

“I did the right thing, didn’t I? Letting mom take my place at my quinceañera?”

“Of course you did. You gave mom the chance to experience the once-in-a-lifetime experience that she missed out on. Don’t worry, baby, you did good.”

“Baby?”

“. . .Uh, sorry. I guess the body-switching spell hasn’t completely worn off yet. Stupid Latin dance instructor.”

But this is totally different because there’s no magic here. Just two people who happen to be brother and sister, and can make the other person feel comfortable, safe, and happy with just a smile.

Alex gives him a hug (one of the few she’s initiated since she’d turned thirteen) before getting up and pulling huge carton of ice cream out of the freezer. They split it while watching a movie with terrible acting, no plot, and the lamest special effects. But it makes them laugh and forget everything except the chocolate ice cream and each other so they don’t care.

It becomes their break-up ritual and it lasts for the next two years.

oOoOo

I may not be with you, but you’ve got to hold on

Alex is seventeen and Justin is nineteen. He is leaving for college in the morning and they’re just sitting in his room, shoulder to shoulder against his headboard, talking about anything and everything except for the fact that in less than twelve hours Justin will be gone and they way of life they’ve known for years will end. Justin is going to miss Alex more than anyone else and, if he’s being completely honest with himself (they so rarely are when it comes to each other), Alex will probably miss him more than anyone else will.

“Have you met your roommate?” Alex asks, popping another grape into her mouth.

Justin shakes his head. “Not in person, but we’ve swapped e-mails and he seems nice.”

“Wouldn’t it be cool if he was a wizard.”

Justin considers this. “Maybe. At least there would be someone else to tell about all our crazy adventures.” He tosses a grape into the air and catches it in his mouth.

Alex giggles at his statement and his antics. “Assuming he hasn’t read them all in Future!Harper’s books.”

They settle into silence and it’s almost comforting, except for the truth that looms above them. The one that tastes like departure and a family that is branching out like all families must. Alex grabs his hand suddenly and he realizes that this could be something, but instead is just her way of keeping a hold of him even if it was just for a moment. She turns her head, burying it into his shoulder and he hears her mumble something but cannot make out what it is.

“Huh?”

She lifts her head just a fraction of an inch and repeats herself. “Don’t go.”

Justin smiles softly and puts a hand on top of her head. “I have to. I’ve already been accepted and paid for my first year.”

“Couldn’t you just. . .transport yourself there and live at home?”

Alex hasn’t so openly needed him in her life in a long time and it throws Justin off guard. So much so, in fact, that he actually considers what she’s asking for a moment. But then he remembers that he’s her older brother and she’s his little sister and it’s best if he spreads his wings now so that, when it’s her turn, he can coach her through it if she needs him. He tells her as much and half expects her to laugh at him for being so emotional (but, wouldn’t that just be the pot calling the kettle black?).

She doesn’t laugh. She just raises her head to meet his gaze, brown eyes warm with an emotion that Justin can’t identify and accepts his explanation and decision. This is a good thing for both of them, whether it feels like that at the moment or not.

“Besides, I’m only an hour away. And if you really need me you can always transport yourself to campus. Or, you know, call my cell phone.”

“But what if you’re in class? What if I just need you to be there with me?”

Justin lifts her hand and places their palms together. “Then just close your eyes and feel me.”

They both stop talking and just feel the hum of the magic just beneath their skin, connecting them in a way that a lifetime of experiences couldn’t.

Alex nods and laces their fingers together, savoring the feeling of having him there and he does the same. He may not be able to come home until winter break, and right now even five months seems like a lifetime away.

Alex is smiling suddenly. “You’re always there to take care of me, you know that?”

Justin nods. “Of course I am, I’m your brother.” He’s silent for a moment before continuing. “But you’re going to be okay without me.”

Alex tilts her head to the side in a way that means she’s wondering something. “When did you realize that being the brother meant taking care of me?”

Justin shrugs but smiles. “I guess, on some level, I’ve always known.”

oOoOo

From this day on, now and forever more
You’ll be in my heart

Alex is two and Justin is four and very smart for his age. He can do a lot of things that, according to the way his mother gushes to other people, most four year olds can’t do. But there’s still a lot that he can’t do, can’t understand. There’s still a lot of life that he has to live and nothing but time can change that. The one thing he is certain of is that he does not want a baby sister.

But what he wants has nothing to do with the decision and his mommy is going to have a baby whether he likes it or not.

He doesn’t remember much. He certainly doesn’t remember the first two years of Alex’s life with any clarity. Just that he went to bed one night and the next morning his babysitter was in the house and that she stayed with him for most of the day even though his mother had been home lately. He went to bed the next night an only child and when he wakes up the next morning his father and mother are back and so is a stranger that cries louder than he does.

But he is four the first time he can remember really seeing Alex and comprehending that she was a person and that, in some special way, she was his and his mother’s and his father’s. He kneels on the living room floor and watches Alex as she rest on their mother’s lap. He is absolutely fascinated by her and he reaches out to touch her. She sees his hand coming and grabs his finger. He prepares for her to scream and for his mother to shoo him away. But instead Alex smiles and says her first full (and understandable) words.

“Justin, my bruddar.”

And at that moment Justin knows. Knows that, without a doubt, he will go to the ends of the Earth to protect her. Knows that no harm will come to this bundle of innocence as long as he can protect her.

Because she is the little sister. And she is his.

oOoOo

What do you guys think? I have a few other WoWP floating around my head. Should I write? Or should I disappear from the fandom?

R&R and let me know.

This is my first Scrubs fic, so please excuse any horrible OoCness that may occur.

Summary: The five times Elliot Reid went against her convictions and the one thing they all had in common. .Jelliot.

oOoOo

Growing up as a filthy rich child in Connecticut had done a lot of things to Elliot Reid. For instance, she had never wanted for anything until she was well out of medical school. But being from a high-class society family came with certain rules and regulations that would have made any person a little crazy (so, honestly, what chance had Elliot stood?). It hadn’t helped that neither of her parents had been exactly nurturing or supportive of her. Her father was always been too busy working and her mother was always yelling at their pool boy in shed. Not that it ever helped even when her mother did take the time to talk to her –she just added to the already formidable type of crazy that Elliot was destined to become.

Living in a strict and repressed home (her mother could ruin every marriage in the town, but she couldn’t say the words penis or vagina?) had given Elliot a set of convictions that even made the elderly lady in her old apartment complex shake her head and whisper ‘poor dear’ every time she saw her, especially if she was with a boyfriend.

She had been teased about it mercilessly in high school, and almost as badly in college. Thankfully, by the time she’d reached med school she had managed to surround herself with people who cared more about what they got on their next test then how loose (or tight, in Elliot’s case) your morals were. Of course, she’d ended up at Sacred Heart and it was like being in high school again.

She almost couldn’t wait until her parents were older and depending on her for care. She owed them a lot of payback for the giant ball of crazy she’d become.

But for the most part, Elliot never let it get her down, after all, you had to stand for something or you’d fall for anything. . .right?

oOo

Elliot believed that you should never, under any circumstances, have sex before you were in a well-established relationship (she thinks this may have come from watching her mother play home wrecker so often, but who can ever really tell with this kind of thing?). As a result, it took her first boyfriend a good eight months before he made it passed second base.

And then she’d gotten so angry at JD for being all cutesy with Alex and (truth be told) the intensity of the jealousy had surprised and frightened her so much that when he’d invited her over later to apologize, there was only one thing she could think to do.

But as she rolled around on JD’s bed, letting his hands go places that a friend’s hands were not supposed to go, she couldn’t quite bring herself to care about anything but the feel of his mouth against hers and the fact that his hips were pressing against her in exactly the right way.

oOo

Elliot’s best friend in high school and most of college was a girl named Sarah Kingsly. Sarah was pretty, intelligent, kind, and had one hell of singing voice and Elliot had always felt lucky to know such an amazing person. But she’d watched Sarah and her boyfriend Max break up and get back together so many times that it eventually took a toll on Sarah and she’d hung herself (she wasn’t sure why so many of her stories ended that way, but this one was definitely no exception).

Elliot had walked away from her best friend’s funeral with tears in her eyes and the firm belief that she would never go back to a man if he hurt her even half as badly as Max had hurt Sarah.

It wasn’t surprising that, as she and JD walked out of Sacred Heart, Kelso’s words still ringing in her ears, she remembered her old best friend with striking clarity. But when JD took her hand and intertwined their fingers Sarah’s face vanished and Elliot was only left with a feeling of peace.

She said a final, silent, good-bye to her friend and smiled. “This seems like a good idea.”

oOo

Elliot had always thought that the words “I love you,” were special, sacred even (she thinks this might be because neither of her parents ever said it to her, but, again, who can really tell with things like this). She doesn’t say it unless she means it and even when she thinks it might be true, she’ll never tell a guy too early in a relationship.

Her slip of the tongue (“I love U2”, honestly, who says that out loud to themselves?) ruined her relationship with Paul and, apart from Keith; no other of her boyfriends ever heard it. Even with Keith, it took her a year of dating before she felt comfortable enough to let the ‘L’ word slip past her lips.

It wasn’t surprising then that, as she was returning home at three a.m. after a very long and stressful night shift (especially since she was already upset because today –well, yesterday technically- had been her and JD’s one month anniversary and, due to work, they hadn’t been able to celebrate it), the ‘L’ word was the last thing on her mind. What was surprising, however, was to find JD in her house, nicely dressed and holding two glasses of red wine and looking at her like she was the single most wonderful thing he had ever seen. When he stepped towards her, handing her one of the glasses, she noticed a nicely set dinner table behind him, equipped with candles and two plates of chicken parmigiana.

Elliot felt her eyes well up with tears. “What’s all this for?” She asked, although she already knew the answer.

“It’s our one month.” JD told her, taking her jacket from her and hanging it up. “And I know we didn’t get to do anything so I came over and made dinner. I know it’s nothing all that fancy but I thought you would be too tired from work for anything over the top.”

Elliot was sure that she was crying, but there was no way that JD could mistake them for anything but happy tears because she was also sure that she was smiling so widely that it was threatening to tear her face in two. “I can’t believe you stayed up and planned all of this out.” She wrapped her arms around his neck and kissed him lightly on the lips. “Thank you so much.”

He smiled warmly. “I just wanted you to know how much this day means to me. How much you mean to me. I love you, Elliot.”

Her face must have gone blank because he rushed on. “I know you’re not very comfortable saying the ‘L’ word (she loved how he knew she called it that even though she’d never told him) and that’s okay. I just wanted you to know how I felt and I don’t mind waiting to hear it until your ready to say it.”

Elliot’s mind went into overdrive for about ten seconds before it became perfectly clear that there was at least one thing in her life that made complete and total sense. She smiled.

“I love you too.”

oOo

Elliot knew that there were certain topics that weren’t appropriate for work. And sex –and anything related to it- were at the top of that list (she was pretty sure this was linked to her dislike of using “dirty words”). She was willing to tell you all about her date, until it got to the part where he walked her to the door. If you wanted to know about that, you had to wait until after work and until she was very comfortable in your friendship. Carla was in fact the first, and only, person she had ever been able to openly discuss her sex life with (you know, besides the other person involved in it).

“And then Carla and I got our freaky on until one in the morning.” Turk nodded and accepted the fist bump that JD gave him.

“Baby,” Carla turned to her husband, “You were out like a light by ten o’clock.”

“Baby.” Turk looked at her, looking slightly appalled. “We’re supposed to be a team here and that means you need to lie with me.”

JD laughed. “That’s okay C-Bear, it happens to the best of us. But while you two were sleeping-” He stopped suddenly and looked over at Elliot, obviously remembering her dislike of sex talk at work. “Nevermind.”

Elliot looked between JD and Turk, took a few seconds to internalize how JD almost never got to show Turk up at anything, and did something that she never thought she would.

“Well while you two were sleeping, JD and I were putting a hole through his wall with his headboard.”

There was silence at the table as her three friends stared at her. Finally, Turk raised his hand, grinning widely. “That’s my dawg!” He and JD laughed good naturedly as they slapped hands.

Turk turned to Carla momentarily and Elliot took the second to glance at JD who mouthed ‘thank you’ and smiled. She grinned back before taking another bite of her salad.

oOo

Ever since Elliot was a little girl she’d had her proposal planned out to a tee. Her boyfriend would get down on one knee and ask her to marry him. Her eyes would well up with tears she would whisper “yes, oh my god yes!” and he would slid a perfectly sized ring onto her finger. Then he would stand up, take both of her hands in hers and lean in to kiss her passionately. And, of course, she would be looking absolutely fantastic. Elliot was so sure that was how she wanted her proposal to go that she’d actually made Keith take his back until everything was perfect (oh, how long ago that seemed).

It was the perfect proposal; after all, what could possibly be more romantic?

“Romeo, take me somewhere we can be alone.” Elliot sang, moving her hips to the music as she dusted some shelves. She’d discovered the country song a few weeks ago and fallen absolutely in love with. “I’ll be waiting, all that’s left to do is run. You be the prince and I’ll be the princess.” She felt JD’s arms wrap around her waist and she wiggled in his grip until he loosened it enough that she could turn and face him. “It’s a love story, baby just say. . .”

JD grinned. “Yes.” He sang.

Elliot grinned; she loved singing that song with him. She kissed him quickly before wriggling out his grasp completely and returning to her dusting. When she didn’t sense him moving from behind her (he was supposed to be helping her clean, this was their house now, after all), she turned to tell him to pick up a rag and get to work.

“Is this in my head? I don’t know what to think,” Her eyes widened as JD dropped down to one knee. “He knelt to the ground and pulled out a ring.”

JD pulled something out of his pocket and Elliot realized it was one of the rings from her jewelry box. He smiled, his eyes sparkling with an emotion that Elliot had become all too familiar with (and would never get tired of).

“Marry me, Elliot.” He sang, slightly off key but still sounding wonderful. “You’ll never have to be alone. I love you and that’s all I really know. I talked to your dad; go pick out a white dress. It’s a love story, baby just say. . .”

It was obvious he didn’t have a ring (he’d been sending Kim money to help with Sam so she knew he didn’t have a lot), her hair was half falling out of a messy ponytail, and she was dressed in sweats and a tank top, sweat from cleaning the house clinging to her. But her eyes were welling up with tears and he was kneeling on the ground. There was obviously only one thing to say.

“Yes.” She sang back softly, nearly choking on her own tears.

JD smiled the largest and most genuine smile she had ever seen and pulled her into a hug with such force that they both landed on the floor in a tangled heap. She laughed with sheer happiness before kissing him as hard as she possibly could.

Everything was absolutely perfect.

oOoOo

And so ends my first ever Scrubs fic. I hope you guys liked it, and that it wasn’t too horribly out of character.

Alright, so there's this college scholarship and I'm supposed to make a blog about college must haves. I want to make a college top ten. Any ideas?

First off: HAPPY HALLOWEEN!

Okay, so despite what my title sounds like, I'm in no trouble. Not really. I've just joined a creative writing club and they asked each of the members to write a piece and bring it in to share with the rest of the club at our next meeting. 

Which is totally reasonable.

Except that I've always, always, always been notoriously shy about sharing my work with actual people (well... online people are actual people too, it's just that you're not right there, staring at me as I read this to you or you read it for yourself). I'll post of FF.net til the cows come home (I don't know why I picked up that saying, I don't own any cows and neither does anyone I know. . .) but I get super, super nervous and self-concious when it's in front of a crowd of people who are actually there and can see me (this is the most ridiculous fear, I know, but it can't be helped).

So I was hoping I could post my short story here, it's only a little over 600 words and you guys could tell me what you thought before I went and braved my creative writing club. Because that would be so completely and totally awesome that I couldn't even begin to describe how completely and totally awesome it would be.

Here it is (it doesn't have a title of anything, it's just something that struck me one night as I was lying in bed trying to fall asleep):

She’d given him her heart, even though he didn’t want it. She had handed him the most important thing she had and now he could make it race with a smile or crack with his ability to ignore her but still be everywhere she was. She never understood why he had such control. She knew that, in the grand scheme of things, he was just going to be one insignificant bump on this part of her life’s road. She couldn’t even remember the first time they had met, really met. There were people who affected her life much less significantly, whose meetings she could remember with certain clarity.

She couldn’t remember the time or place when she had first seen him. It might have been winter, she vaguely remembers wearing a coat, but with the things people did for fashion now a days, she couldn’t be quite sure. She couldn’t remember what he was wearing or what she had decided to put on (minus the coat that might possibly have made an appearance). She had probably done something different with her hair that day (or was it night?) but she couldn’t remember what it was. She couldn’t remember anything they had talked about; except about whatever it was that she had done with her hair (at least, she thinks they talked about that).

If the meeting was so insignificant then she thinks she should have just kept her heart so that she could hand it to someone who would treat a bit more gently. But the meeting had been significant at the time and she knows this. She can’t remember the meeting, but she can remember remembering the meeting with perfect clarity for a while after it happened (if that makes any sense). And, with all the eager willingness of someone who hasn’t been hurt nearly enough by people she cares for, she gave it to him, gift wrapped and topped with a bow. She had let him draw words from there that would make her church going grandmother (and not so church going mother) cringe because she was, supposedly, still very young (they knew better than she ever would it seemed).

It had been an easy thing to give, in all honesty. He had talked about how they could build a castle in the sky, as if it were a romantic notion that should sweep her off her feet. And she not already been so swept up she may have realized that he was talking about them doing the impossible. But he never spoke of how they would build this castle, just that they could. And, at the time, the difference in the words had not occurred to her. So he, possibly, believed that they could achieve something great (if that was what he was implying), but not that they would. That, she realizes now, should have been her first clue.

But she’s been holding onto this idea of building castles in the sky with a boy who is possibly (no, definitely) not worth the effort it would take to get there that it seems nearly as unfeasible to let go of the idea as the feat itself. And, as much as she has tried to let go, she’s also tried just has hard to, at the very least, reach the sky. But one person cannot reach such great heights alone, and she was doubly handicapped right from the start. For pain had wrapped it’s unbreakable chains around her and found a sturdy hook to keep her cemented right where she was. There would be no castle building in the sky (or any sort of flight) for her for quite some time.

Because, quite possibly the worst thing about giving this boy her heart was that, even though he didn’t want it, he refused to give it back.

So I'm sitting here at my 800th hockey game of the school season (so maybe 800 is a slight exaggeration, but the point is pretty clear) and I'm losing interest fast. I mean, I care about my boyfriend and all, but when you watch three games of hockey a week, you start to lose interest just the tiniest bit. And then I realized, holy crap!, I haven't updated my livejournal in a VERY long time.

So yeah, I'm dating someone now and it's odd. Not dating someone just my boyfriend is kind of weird. He's more moody than I am, often, and -according to all my friends- is utterly and completely whipped. Which is just ridiculous because it hasn't even been a month and I'm not anywhere near amazing or anything like that. Ah, oh well, he's pretty much awesome except for his moodiness and his inability to make a decision (I have that inability too, so it's not so good lol).

So I've been basically working my butt off in school, I'm reading a Shakespeare play a week (no lie) because I'm retarded and signed up for a senior English class when I am very clearly a sophmore. -blah- sometimes my stupidity amazes even me.

So I'm super psyched that we've been getting some really cute Creddie moments on the actual show. Season 2 just seems to win all around, but especially because of that and Freddie's general winness this season.

So I bought the 8th and final season of Will & Grace and am soooo convinced that Jack is in love with Will that it hurts. I'm going to get off my lazy ass one day and make a picspam of them and the reasons they belong together. I really, really am. Maybe I'll do it over fall break, but I seriously doubt I'll have the time.

This is SO sad, but the gas is going down in VA which is like 20 minutes away from where my school is in NC and it's dropped so much that it's actually worth it to drive the 20 minutes to get the cheaper gas in VA. . .oh poor starving college students. . .

And, OMG, my school's football team actually won our homecoming game! 41-20, we were all in shock. See, if the opposing team had lost to anyone else, that wouldn't have been so bad, not really. But considering how bad my school's team usually sucks. . . that's slaughter quite a beating. My friends and I are all hoarse but all agree that it was soooooo worth it.

Plus, my friend won Homecoming King and we got to wear his crown the rest of the night. It was great. These are some of the best times I'll have here at college and I'm so glad.

Oh, and I've found a meme floating around that I wanted to try. I've seen ones that say 32 songs, but I only did 20 because that's what the version I found says:

Don't skip songs, no matter how embarrassing. . .

So I found this floating around and wanted to give it a try.

Step 1: Put your music player on shuffle.
Step 2: Post the first line from the first 20 songs that play, no matter how embarrassing.
Step 3: Take the songs off the list when someone guesses both artist and track correctly.
Step 4: For those who are guessing -- looking the lyrics up on a search engine is CHEATING!
Step 5: If you like the game post your own

1.  We are what we're supposed to be

2. You don't need no friends

3. There you are standing strong

4. Go on, go on, leave me breathless

5. I'm drunk off your kiss

6. Let's talk about one big thing

7. I don't want to waste my time on simple little things

8. Yesterday I got lost in the circus

9. I don't practice santeria

10. What's this? What's this? 

11. I don't know too much about, too much of my old man

12. This ain't a song for the broken hearted

13. If you're not the one then why does my soul feel glad today

14.  When I think about my life

15. I said hey boy sittin' in your tree

16. You walk by and my heart beats a thousand times at once it seems

17. Dog will hunt on the front end loader

18. We went out for beers and a couple laughs

19. Ladies and Gentlemen my I have your attention please!

20. Run your car off the side of the road, get stuck in a ditch way out in the middle of nowhere

I'm tagging ladililn

Okay, so I've got a couple of things to say this entry but my first is about Disney because, apparently, I have way too much time on my hands and I watch WAY too much TV.

Dasey is rubbing off on Disney. Disney has obviously seen how well the stepcest is doing in the fandom world and have decided to branch out in slightly. . .different ways. The first time I noticed this was when I saw the Hannah Montana (I was at my cousin's house for this one because usually the show drives me insane -I can't stand Miley Cyrus) where she and Jackson get mistaken as a couple when she's in her Hannah disguise.

And then they just allow this too continue? They let Jackson play up dating his own sister's super star alter ego even though every kid who watches this show know that Miley and Hannah are the same person and that Jackson is clearly Miley's brother whether she's wearing the Hannah wig or not (btw. . .did you know you can buy those? Wigs like Hannah Montana. They're everywhere and it's so sad).

And then I was watching Wizards of Waverly Place and I'll admit it, Selena and David and have some nice chemistry as actors and I think they would work well in roles were they played each other's love interest. But in WOWP, they are brother and sister so that chemistry should really take a back seat. Except for the episode where she wishes people would stop comparing them so everyone forgets who he is. And her mother tells her that she should date Justin. Even though little kids still clearly understand that Justin is Alex's brother.

Although, I'll give WOWP more credit than HM because Alex did seem generally disgusted by the idea where as Miley was just tired of her brother using her to be cool with the rich and famous.

Then there was the WOWP episode where Justin and Alex went into a horror movie and two of the theater's workers were walking by and talking and they said something like: 'Wow, those two Justin and Alex characters have great chemistry, you'd think they'd grown up together.'

Maybe this is just me, but usually great chemistry comes from UST or something like it. Growing up together makes you (possibly) a good team and able to read your sibling or something like that. And their parents over hear this (which is how they get busted).

Why don't their parents wonder about this? I would be slightly suspicious/concerned if I heard two people who didn't even know my children say they had great chemistry together.

And in the (I think) newest episode where Alex switches bodies with her mother so her mother can have the Quincenera she's always wanted she's supposed to share the customary dance with her two brothers (also no big deal). Except that Justin and Max never learned how to dance and so they switched bodies with the two dance instructors (who are mysteriously invited to the Quincenera of a girl they've never met since Justin and Max's grandmother got them kicked out of classes on, like, their first lesson). And as they're dancing Justin (who's really the male dance instructor) is dipping Alex (who is really their mother) and saying flirty things to her because apparently the dance instructor cannot control his hot Latin blood. And at the end of the dance Justin (dance instructor) kneels down spreads out his arms and says

"Jump into my arms!"

Alex (the mother) replies: "Are you sure?"

Justin (dance instructor) flirts/smirks/laughs and says: "Don't worry, I've gottcha baby!"

I swear, that's what he says. And (because, apparently this is perfectly acceptable) that's what the mother (who is in the sister's body) does. And then the younger brother (who is actually the female dance instructor) goes 'Arms spread sweetie, you're a swan" and, again, no one is disturbed by this 13 year old boy calling his sister sweetie and telling her to spread her arms. . .

And at no time during this whole, like, five minute scene does the mother (who's in Alex's body) wonder why were oldest child (because, as far as she knows, Justin is still Justin and not the Latin dance instructor) is telling his younger sister (who, as far as she knows, still thinks she's his little sister and is unaware of the body switching spell) to jump into his arms.

And calling her baby.

And being all flirtacious and nonbrotherly dancing with who she thinks he thinks is his sister.

It's not as bad as the Battle of the Bands stage grinding in LWD (or maybe, because they're actually brother and sister, it's worse) but still. I was amazed that Disney can get away with this sort of thing.

It also amazes me that Nickelodeon can get away with saying things like Jew Fro, but that is an entirely different story.

So, um, yeah...I've been extremely bad and not posted anything in ages! The last thing I posted was the day after I got my new tattoo, yikes! And even that was just one of the quick answer things because they asked me who I would be if I could be any character from a TV show and, really, that was just too good an oppertunity to miss. Who wouldn't want to get paid to have eyesex with Micheal Seater??? That would be, like, amazing.

So yeah...I wish I could say that I've been super busy but honestly I've just been super lazy. About my live journal account that is. I've been very bad about that. I did get a really cool tattoo though. It's very girly though and my dad is. . . less than thrilled about it. He's not freaking out as badly as he could have though, which is such a relief.

"Someday you're going to wake up and say 'what the hell did I do?" <---what my father says whenever he sees my tattoo, which looks like this:



And then I got my hair chopped off because it's hot and I can't do a damn thing with it anyways and it just wasn't worth it. I look better with short hair anywayz (or so I'm told). It look extremely cute when the hairdresser styled it, but I can't seem to do it again, which is so not fair.

And then I spent the rest of the summer working my butt of because I have to by books for next semester, and even though I was working like 5 to 6 days a week I was hardly saving any money. I hate being an adult, it's so damn expensive.

Also, I hate cartoon network. I'm am super annoyed at them. Because I have a small problem with becoming unhealthly addicted to kids shows that I really shouldn't be watching. And I was watching my neighbors kids and they turned on the show Ben 10 and I was like, whatever, I'll watch it. By the end of the episode I was actually really into it, and loved the idea of Ben/Gwen, they were so cute, like Derek and Casey at 10 years old.

Three episodes later I figured out that they were cousins. And now it's too late to stop shipping them. So, oh well, if I can shamelessly ship the Evans Twins (really? Why would you make them brother and sister TV makes so bad decisions sometimes...) then I'm sure I can shamelessly ship Ben/Gwen too.

And we went to go see the new Mummy movie (which sort of totally rocked, well not as much as the first two but I won't go into that, it's it's own seperate post) and the movie theater had a poster up for that new Ben 10 series Alien Force and we noticed it as we were leaving the movie and my cousin made me <3 my family all the more.

Meg: That's not the cousin, is it?
Me: Yup.
Meg: Really? But...she has...boobs!
Me: That's what happens to little girls that grow up. Look at you!

She was so shocked, it made me giggle.

Then my grandpa passed away out of the blue. Like he was doing fine one minute and the next he was gone. He was in a nursing home because he couldn't walk and my grandmother couldn't take care of him on her own, and the nurse that took care of him said it was really quick and peaceful, which I'm glad for.

I'm sad that he died, but I'm also kind of happy because now he's in a better place and he can walk and move around and do all the things he likes to do. He's also with his best friend and eldest daughter and I know he's probably happier up there so it makes it a little easier and I don't miss him quite so much. My grandparents both kind of raised me, so it was hard to hear that he had died,

My dad just blurted it out to me too. I think he was in shock. I was in the middle of Walmart after work getting my mother's perscription and I called to tell him that the place I work at had had to shut down for like an hour and it was so hilarious and he just told me. I broke down and started crying...it's amazing how nice Walmart strangers can be.

So we came up for the service, which was really nice, and now I'm hanging out here because we have tickets to go see Avenue Q on the 16th, which is going to be awesome! New York better look out because my family is coming!

Now I must go cart my father to the auto mechanics because his soccer mom van is falling apart way worse than usual.

Peace ^_^v

Casey McDonald because I would LOVE to be paid to have eyesex with Michael Seater all day. That would be an amazing job.

Okay, because I have absolutely too much time on my hands, seriously...too much time on my hands, I've gone hunting and found more pictures of my recent obession (ask my poor bff, they're ALL I can seem to talk about lately). And I wanted to share the cuteness with you. And just in case you're wondering, even though the title says it all, I'm talking about pictures of Quinn and Logan...or well, I think they're supposed to be Matt and Erin, but w/e they're in their Quinn and Logan clothes. And some of them are just Matt and Erin cuteness (I'm going to call them Marin, end of story lol)

*cracks knuckles* Let's do this!

First up:


I just like that we get to see the kiss from a different angle. On Erin's website she has, like, 20 pictures of this scene it's fantastic.






I wish I could make this bigger without it getting fuzzier. I just love how their holding each other, it makes me squee.






    
Enjoy the two, obviously different, kisses. I love them both so much, the one on the left just looks so fiesty, which is totally something I could see with Quogan, I mean look at the way her back is arched...they're enjoying that kiss. But the one on the right looks a lot sweeter, which I think is more appropriate for the post confession of love moment.






I enjoy pictures of the whole cast. Ever since I've discovered this show I've fallen in love with all of them. I love this one though because...look at all that space between everyone else. But where are Erin and Matt? Right on top of each other. *sigh* It's nice.







There's not much to say about this one. It's Marin...myspace style!








Okay, it's not just me, right? This is totally got that whole family portrait vibe going on. They just...adopted a blonde kid. It's even funnier when you realize that Paul's (the boy that plays Dustin) hair is actually brown. Hehe...seriously, if I was going to pick something to make an icon out of, this would definitely be up near the top of the list.










Umm...honestly...I just love his face in this one. It's very 'I know I'm a sexxy beast', which is so Logan that it makes me laugh.








Another group shot (although why Jamie Lynn isn't in more of these I don't know...) but I love the looks they're giving each other. Chase is looking at Lola, Michael is looking at Dustin, and Logan is looking at Quinn. And you know his eyes are saying: 'Wanna go make out?' And her's are very clearly saying: 'Absolutely'.











I love that she's caught her leg and they're both laughing. I love Matt's smiles/laughs, they're just wonderful *serious fangirl issues here*. I also want to know why Chris looks so sad. It makes me want to give him a hug.











Like I said, I love when Matt makes smug/sexy/cute faces. And when Erin's in the picture with him? It's just more win.











Okay, I'll admit that this one is mostly because ever since I finally put two and two together and realized that Chris Massey was Kyle Massey's older brother I kept comparing them in my head. Especially in seasons 1 and 2 when Chris still hadn't really hit puberty yet. So, yeah, this is mostly for the Massey brothers but Erin and Matt are in it too. I love how close they are off set it makes me grin goofily.










Have I mentioned that I love getting to see the kisses from a different angle? No...? Well, yeah, it makes me squee. Ignore the camera that kind of kills the mood. Until I can afford photoshop *I want it soooo bad* I can't really crop or alter pictures.










Again with the photo shoots. But I like this one because of all the places he could be he's next to Quinn. She's what links him to the rest of the group. And I love that they're all wearing black, even though it should maybe be depressing, I think it just looks cool.










There's a reason for this photo shoot, I swear it! Notice that Erin is looking up at Chase, smiling, and Matt, who is next to her yet again, what a surprise, doesn't look too happy. He's jealous cuz his (future) woman is giving another guy attention. It's okay Logan, Chase is in love with Zoey.










She's sitting on him with her arms around his neck. End of story.













I put a picture that was just Matt and Erin on another post but I wanted to throw this one with Sean in there too, because that just makes it even more random...plus I like Sean in black *shrugs*. They all look so intrigued and I want to know what in the world they're looking at!











I love that he's leaning on her. And again, I generally enjoy it when Matt makes smug/sexy/cute/smiley faces. Plus I love his shirt it's sleeveless (which is what makes Logan on the show lol) and it reminds me of the sky. Erin's is really cute too and I like her necklace. I actually just enjoy a lot of the Zoey 101 wardrobe. Most of it's very nice.











*gasp* Logan and Quinn have been caught holding hands before being outed at prom! I think they're thumb wrestling. Again, I enjoy Matt's shirt and Erin's is nice too.










This one's just so that you can enjoy the high heels that Matt had to wear while making free throws. I can barely walk in thin heels like that, nevermind attempting anything even remotely sporty. Kudos to Matt for not breaking a heel. Also, never underestimate Quinn and don't EVER call her the 's' word lol.


And that concludes my little Quogan ramble (little?) Enjoy!

I wouldn't keep it right now, because I'm just in a good place to be raising a child and that's not fair to the baby. I would, however, find it the best possible home I could and care for it until then. I would also give them a name. For a girl: probably Michelle, I love that name. And for a boy: Logan. I heard it on a TV show and couldn't get over it.

My favorite commercial is that old Gieko commercial. The one where the squirrel runs out into the middle of the road and the car swerves to avoid hitting him and crashes. And then another squirrel runs out and they high five or do their secret little handshake or whatever. I love that commercial. It's adorable.

I can't stand the Head On commercials. That's 'apply directly where it hurts!' over and over again annoys the crap out of me. When I was working as  a waitress it used to play on the TV all the time and it drove me insane!

My last job was my worst job. I was a waitress at a small resturant in the town that my college is in. Waitressing isn't so bad, the customers are actually really nice. It's my boss that made my job miserable. There was only about six waitresses and only one of them wasn't a college student so everyone worked almost everyday. It was ridiculous I didn't have time for pretty much anything else but work and class.

 I quit a couple months before school let out though, so I don't have to worry about that anymore. I was going to stick it out until the end of the semester, but when I started having day dreams about my boss' horrible, gruesome death and felt bad because I didn't feel bad, I knew it was time to go.

So I'm finally back home. Haven't been back since Spring Break. My foot has been operated on, so I'm pretty much immobile now. And  I can't get the LWD episodes to download properly on my MacBook, which is so sad because my MacBook has such an awesome movie making application on it and I would LOVE to make a few vids with it. But, oh well, you win some you lose some. My "family" computer (family is in quotations because my stepfather doesn't know HOW to use a computer for anything but work) is a regular PC and I can download the episodes on that. So as long as I don't mind settling for regular old Windows Movie Maker than there isn't a problem.

That's it, just an update for now.

I actually am an avid Nancy Drew fan and I buy those computer games where you get to play as her like they're vital to my existence. Seriously. And when I found out that I got to play as the Hardy Boys for one game, I jumped on that. It's totally dorky but I love 'em and I can't give 'em up.

My nickname depends on who I'm with. A lot of my high school friends call me Jesus because of the inside joke that I was like Jesus cuz I was Catholic and hadn't done anything bad *seriously, I've never even had a teacher yell at me before*

My nickname with my two best friends in college is CRGA. I can't tell you the entire story about how I got it, I've been threatened by death if I do lol, but it came out of an essay we read in our English 101 class.

My other nickname with my best friend in the entire world is B. It started as Busbuddy, then we shortened it to BB, then we shortened it again to just B. It's because we met on the school bus and we called each other Busbuddy. We didn't even know each other's real name until like three months later. We love to l.o.l. about that all the time.

Yikes!

I got my foot operated on Friday, no big, it happened on my other foot last May and, aside from being on crutches the whole summer, it wasn't a problem. Then we find out that procedure he's going to do on this foot is actually less extensive then the one he did on my other foot the first summer. So it shouldn't have been a problem. Except it totally kind of was.

I OD on the pain medication.

Yeah...yikes.

See last time I had my foot worked on I woke up once when the pain medication had worn off. Oh my god was that painful. I guess I was afraid of that happening this time because I started taking my pain medication way too soon and way to close together. It was awful.

I was lathargic and couldn't move without feeling sick to my stomach. My head was pounding constantly and I was having hallucinations. It was one of the most frightening two days of my life. I couldn't do anything but sleep, it was awful. Finally we got a hold of my doctor's office, they're closed on weekends so we had to wait until Monday, and it turns out that my doc made the dosage of my medication too high by accident as well.

But the pain isn't bad anymore so I don't even need to take any medication for it, but I'm not taking those pain meds again! I was so freaked out! Seriously, it felt like my face was melting off and that my body was tiny and I had such weird dreams...like finding message from satan in the Happy Day's theme song... yeah...

it was bizarre...

Just one theme song? Probably Rosemary's Granddaughter. That song fits me to a t. If you just change Rosemary to my grandmother's name it could very well be written for me.

Plus I love that song so very much.