musesandlyrics | 2.12. Scrubs quote
2.12. "Oh I'm sorry but I think you are confusing me with someone who gives a crap."
Scrubs
Co-written with agentfraser
[Follows THIS]
It was only the middle of the day, but already Mark felt like he had put in a full day's work. He had spent the morning in court, trying to defend a fraud that was as plain and simple as a pimple on an arse cheek, only to have it adjourned before lunch because some evidence or another hadn't been tendered, and all hell was breaking loose behind the scenes on the opposing side. Mark couldn't give a toss. He knew his own case was steady and sound. It was just a waiting game. So, after expecting to be in court all day, he suddenly found himself with a free afternoon and decided to have lunch at home before going back to the office.
Punching in the security code for his door, Mark unlocked his apartment and went inside. The last thing he expected in a million years was to be met by a puppy about the size of a baseball coming flying at him with a sharp bark that seemed to scare itself, right before it flopped on it's back with it's legs going a mile a minute in the air. Mark just stared down at it, stilled, his mouth hanging open, before... "JAMES!" he called out with a growl. It wasn't like the pup let itself in, complete with security code access, was it? The thing didn't even know how to bark! Or not pee on the carpet when it got over-excited... "Fuck! JAMES! You better friggen be here, you bastard! This is wool carpet!"
As if that all wasn't bad enough. When James appeared from up the hallway of the apartment, Mark felt like someone pulled the pee-covered carpet out from under him. His brother was nursing a baby in his arms, who, after no less than ten seconds made a small, upset sobbing noise right before she started wailing at the top of her lungs. Mark didn't know whether to be shocked, or angry, or upset, or curious, but a range of emotions washed through him at a rapid pace. He had a tight grip on his briefcase, his knuckles probably turning white at the force. Mark didn't need this, he really, really fucking didn't.
"Mark," James began, hesitating when he didn't know himself what he was supposed to do or say. "I'm sorry. I was going to explain. I just... Ali with Andrew... I wanted to help, because I was a bastard... and she is my niece, so I just..." he floundered. Mark had paled distinctly just at the sight of the baby and James realised this was probably the first time he was seeing her in the flesh. It shouldn't have happened like this, but James had left numerous messages with Mark's secretary to call him, only evidently Mark hadn't gone back to his office. He also knew Mark was still stinging a little after being thrust into the position of helping Ali with Andrew the night Andrew got himself into trouble.
Mark just held up his hand and shook his head, moving back towards the door again. "I should never have come back," he said lowly.
"Wait, Mark. You can still get lunch! I just... I..." James said helplessly, losing his ability to explain soundly.
Mark shot James an unreadable but cold look. "To the States," he elaborated and turned to leave again. He couldn't fucking deal with this.
But James went after him, and grabbed the edge of his sleeve. "Mark, I was just hoping you might be able to do me a favour," he said, almost wanting to fold under the sound of Jamie's upset crying. "Can you watch her, just for about an hour or so? I know! I know it's fucking piss-poor of me to ask because of everything, but I have one fuck of a migraine and I need to take my injection. I just need a break, just for a little bit. I'm desperate! I promised Ali I would help her."
Mark looked at him in exasperation, trying to avoid looking at the baby in anyway. "No. Fuck off. What part of taking care of the kid is leaving her with me? Ali doesn't want me anywhere near her!"
"That's not true! She just wants Andrew to be Jamie's father! It doesn't mean you have to be absolutely nothing to her! You can be her uncle! Just... one hour, Mark. Please?" James begged, his head pounding like his brain wanted to claw it's way out of his skull.
Mark paused and banged his hand against the wall just enough to filter out some frustration, but not do any damage. He stood there, head hung and eyes closed for a few moments to try and regain his composure. He looked back at James, lips pressed together. Why was he always so weak when James needed help? "One hour," he growled. "And you clean up the dog piss."
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 819
Scrubs
Co-written with agentfraser
[Follows THIS]
It was only the middle of the day, but already Mark felt like he had put in a full day's work. He had spent the morning in court, trying to defend a fraud that was as plain and simple as a pimple on an arse cheek, only to have it adjourned before lunch because some evidence or another hadn't been tendered, and all hell was breaking loose behind the scenes on the opposing side. Mark couldn't give a toss. He knew his own case was steady and sound. It was just a waiting game. So, after expecting to be in court all day, he suddenly found himself with a free afternoon and decided to have lunch at home before going back to the office.
Punching in the security code for his door, Mark unlocked his apartment and went inside. The last thing he expected in a million years was to be met by a puppy about the size of a baseball coming flying at him with a sharp bark that seemed to scare itself, right before it flopped on it's back with it's legs going a mile a minute in the air. Mark just stared down at it, stilled, his mouth hanging open, before... "JAMES!" he called out with a growl. It wasn't like the pup let itself in, complete with security code access, was it? The thing didn't even know how to bark! Or not pee on the carpet when it got over-excited... "Fuck! JAMES! You better friggen be here, you bastard! This is wool carpet!"
As if that all wasn't bad enough. When James appeared from up the hallway of the apartment, Mark felt like someone pulled the pee-covered carpet out from under him. His brother was nursing a baby in his arms, who, after no less than ten seconds made a small, upset sobbing noise right before she started wailing at the top of her lungs. Mark didn't know whether to be shocked, or angry, or upset, or curious, but a range of emotions washed through him at a rapid pace. He had a tight grip on his briefcase, his knuckles probably turning white at the force. Mark didn't need this, he really, really fucking didn't.
"Mark," James began, hesitating when he didn't know himself what he was supposed to do or say. "I'm sorry. I was going to explain. I just... Ali with Andrew... I wanted to help, because I was a bastard... and she is my niece, so I just..." he floundered. Mark had paled distinctly just at the sight of the baby and James realised this was probably the first time he was seeing her in the flesh. It shouldn't have happened like this, but James had left numerous messages with Mark's secretary to call him, only evidently Mark hadn't gone back to his office. He also knew Mark was still stinging a little after being thrust into the position of helping Ali with Andrew the night Andrew got himself into trouble.
Mark just held up his hand and shook his head, moving back towards the door again. "I should never have come back," he said lowly.
"Wait, Mark. You can still get lunch! I just... I..." James said helplessly, losing his ability to explain soundly.
Mark shot James an unreadable but cold look. "To the States," he elaborated and turned to leave again. He couldn't fucking deal with this.
But James went after him, and grabbed the edge of his sleeve. "Mark, I was just hoping you might be able to do me a favour," he said, almost wanting to fold under the sound of Jamie's upset crying. "Can you watch her, just for about an hour or so? I know! I know it's fucking piss-poor of me to ask because of everything, but I have one fuck of a migraine and I need to take my injection. I just need a break, just for a little bit. I'm desperate! I promised Ali I would help her."
Mark looked at him in exasperation, trying to avoid looking at the baby in anyway. "No. Fuck off. What part of taking care of the kid is leaving her with me? Ali doesn't want me anywhere near her!"
"That's not true! She just wants Andrew to be Jamie's father! It doesn't mean you have to be absolutely nothing to her! You can be her uncle! Just... one hour, Mark. Please?" James begged, his head pounding like his brain wanted to claw it's way out of his skull.
Mark paused and banged his hand against the wall just enough to filter out some frustration, but not do any damage. He stood there, head hung and eyes closed for a few moments to try and regain his composure. He looked back at James, lips pressed together. Why was he always so weak when James needed help? "One hour," he growled. "And you clean up the dog piss."
All muses referenced with permission and are from the princeton2nyc universe
Word Count | 819