03. there are certain people you just keep coming back to

Notes: Short and kinda pointless. Takes place during Season 7; I was just inspired during an episode where J.D. mentioned The Fray and... yes. Not edited, not much of a plot but, well, there we are. I just wanted to give some new characters a shot, really. (I don't always do so well with boys. *shrug*)
Disclaimer: Don't own Scrubs or The Fray (I wish, right?); please no suing. Especially you ABC-- don't think I don't know the show is winding down despite your reprieve!

All At Once

John Michael Dorian, more affectionately known as J.D. to most, was conflicted. So, as he often did when conflicted, he turned to his best friend.

Christopher Duncan Turk, usually called simply by his surname but also known as Brown Bear to J.D., was usually able to lend a sympathetic ear to his friends. Today was not one of those days, mostly because J.D. had started yet another round of agonizing over Elliot Reid as possibly maybe being The One. Chris Turk decided it was time to lay it all one the line and tell J.D. what he really thought.

Shaking his head, Turk cut his pal off mid-sentence: "You don't get it, do you? There is no perfect woman." The emphasis Turk placed on the words was not lost on J.D. who stood, blinking in surprised. "No perfect relationship. I mean, I get it, man—you're a giant commitment-phobe." This was where Turk started to move toward a tangent. "Like, huge. The biggest one ever."

J.D. gave Turk a look, waving for him to move on. Not always the quickest to take note of things, this time his Brown Bear did.

"But, listen," Turk continued, "here's the thing—the bottom line: you broke her heart. You can't go back." He put a comforting hand on his best friend's shoulder. "Break the cycle, my friend. Because she's over it." He dropped his hand and shrugged. "And chances are even if you got it, you'd still keep looking for something better."

Sighing, J.D. considered for a moment, then nodded. "Yeah… you're probably right."

Turk gave him a look. "No, I am right." He grabbed out his mp3 player and scrolled through before handing the device to J.D. "Here—listen to this song from The Fray. It sums up your entire history with Elliot perfectly."

Without any real consideration, J.D. tilted his head to the side as was his wont to do. "Well, I do like The Fray…"

When he trailed off, Turk took his leave. The expression on his face was one he'd come to associate with J.D.'s visits to his daydream world. It was usually better to just leave.

After imagining what it would be like to chase after The Fray with a giant group of crazed, mostly female teenaged groupies, J.D. came back to reality. "We'd need a mountain of cheese," he said before he realized he was alone with Turk's mp3 player… and the Janitor. That was all the motivation he needed for a quick exit.

Slipping into the lounge, he popped the buds into his ears and pressed play. He was instantly assaulted by the mellow voice crooning the familiar, "All At Once," and a montage of memories involving him and Elliot.

When the song ended, J.D. had to admit that maybe Turk was right. The Fray had something there and that something was looking a lot like him. He knew he ought to think about it but then Smash Mouth came on and he was too busy rocking out in his incredibly dorky yet strangely adorable way to be bothered at that moment. Besides, the heavy thoughts weren't going anywhere. Turk's mp3, on the other hand, would.