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by Kyla (525600_journeys)
at May 7th, 2007 (10:41 pm)

Title: Scenes
Author: 525600_journeys
Fandom(s): Scrubs, Lost
Character(s): JD (Dr. John Dorian) and the Losties
Rating: PG-PG13
Summary: JD was in the tail section. Just a few scenes of how he might've reacted.
Warnings: none, really
Challenge: just the challenge of writing a crossover.
Notes: This is my first post to this community and my first cross-over fic so any/all feedback is much appreciated!

“Look, Ana, all I’m saying is that they really don’t look that dangerous.”

Ana-Lucia raised an eyebrow. “You wanna go play with ‘em?”

JD shrank back, raising his hands up defensively. “Okay, okay. The Southern one seems kinda cranky, but the one doesn’t even speak English.”

“He has a point,” Libby said.

Ana-Lucia thought for a minute and asked JD, “So what d’you suggest?”

The young doctor gave a shrug. “Maybe we should talk to one of them.”

Ana-Lucia hesitated. “After what happened with Goodwin, you still wanna—”

JD raised a finger in protest. “Okay, Goodwin tried to blend in though. These guys washed onshore in a none-too-subtle manner. Maybe they’re not with…them.”

She sighed and looked to Eko. The bigger man nodded.

“Fine. If anything happens, we’re takin’ ‘em out.” Ana-Lucia looked to Eko. “Bring up the black guy and the Korean one.”

“You know, maybe you should let me talk to them,” JD said.


“Well, don’t take this the wrong way. It’s just that, you’re kind of scary. Very intimidating.”

“And that’s a problem?”

JD raised his hands again. “Not for me. Just sayin’, you know, they might cooperate more or whatever if they’re not scared.”

She thought for a minute before nodding. “Anything happens, he says anything, raise your arm and we’ll take care of it. Got it?”

JD nodded.

A few minutes passed and Ana and Eko had brought up the two men. JD stepped forward. “Guys wanna come sit down?”

The men hesitated, but sat down.

JD held a hand out. “Name’s JD.”

“Michael,” he said as they shook hands.

Jin shook his hand, a suspicious look on his face. “Jin.”

“Your other friend have a name?”

Michael nodded. “Sawyer. Why?”

JD shrugged. “Just wondering. Seemed a little rude to just refer to them as the redneck.”

Michael gave the smallest smile. “How come you’re not freakin’ out like the other two?”

JD stared at his shoes. “They’re just being protective.” He looked up at Michael. “Where’d you guys come from?”

“Our plane crashed.”

JD frowned. “Your plane…what plane?”

“Oceanic Flight 815. Flyin’ from Sydney to—”

“L.A.,” JD finished.

Michael nodded slowly. “Uh-huh. That woman, Ana-Lucia, she said she was in the back half the plane.”

“She was. We all were.”

Michael’s eyes widened. “My God…you for real?”

JD nodded. “Are there other survivors from the front half?”

Michael nodded. “Yeah. Forty or so when we left on the raft.”

“You guys have a raft?”

“Had. It’s gone now. We were supposed to sail somewhere and get help.”

JD glanced over his shoulder. “Ana, come here.”

Ana-Lucia was there in an instant, Sawyer’s gun drawn. JD put a gently hand on her wrist. “Hey, hey, hey. Don’t point that thing. I didn’t give the signal.”

“Then what do you want?”

“They were on 815.”

Ana-Lucia raised an eyebrow. “Oh really?”

Michael nodded.

“Ana, I think he’s telling the truth. He knew the airline, the departure and destination…”

“Goodwin knew that stuff too.”

“Yeah but Goodwin woulda panicked and done something by now, wouldn’t he?”

She hesitated. “How can we be sure?”

JD thought for a moment. “Oh! Okay, are there any musicians who crashed with you?”

“Yeah…Yeah, Charlie’s a guitarist. Why?”

JD snapped his fingers in satisfaction. “Ha! See! They were there.”


He grinned, nodding. “Charlie Pace. Guitarist from Driveshaft. Saw him getting on the plane.”

“You’re positive?” Ana-Lucia asked.

“Trust me. If there’s one thing I know, it’s musicians. Charlie Pace is a musician. And Charlie Pace was on our plane.”

Ana-Lucia studied Michael and Jin, then JD. “You better be sure. If you’re wrong, I’ll count you with them.”


JD knelt over Sawyer. He felt the man’s pulse and examined his shoulder wound.

“How is he?” Libby asked.

“Tell Ana we’re stopping.”

Libby stood and went to their leader. Ana-Lucia returned a minute later. “JD, we’re not stopping. We’re in the middle of the jungle.”

“Ana, if he doesn’t get good medical attention with more supplies than I’ve got, he’s going to die. Maybe you’re okay with that, but I’m not.”

“There any doctors in your camp?” she asked Michael.

He nodded. “Jack.”

“You’re sure your camp’s that way?” she asked, pointing.

Michael nodded again.

“Then it shouldn’t be much further. We’re going to keep going.”

“I will take him,” Eko said. He looked down to JD. “Is it safe to move him?”

JD hesitated. “I really think—”

“I can move faster alone. Their doctor may have more supplies.”

JD nodded. “Go.”


“What do you mean they’re not coming?” JD asked.

Hurley shook his head and repeated the story. “That’s all I know. They told me to come back and tell everybody to stay here and not try to go after ‘em.”

The rest of the group continued throwing out questions Hurley clearly didn’t have answers for. JD could see him growing more distressed.

“Hey, hey! Everybody back off! He told us what he knows. Just calm down. We’ll figure this out.”

The crowd seemed annoyed, but gradually dissipated. Hurley gave a small, grateful smile. “Thanks, dude.”

“No problem. You okay though? I mean, did they hurt you or anything?”

Hurley shook his head. “I’m okay.”


“JD, can I speak with you?” Sun asked as he passed her garden.

“Course,” he said. He dropped his backpack and sat beside her. “What’s up?”

“I-I’m pregnant.”

JD smiled. “Congratulations! That’s awesome!”

Sun stared blankly at him.

“Isn’t that awesome? You don’t look like that’s awesome…”

“The Others. When Claire was pregnant, They planted one of Their men in our camp and kidnapped her.”

JD reached out a hand to her and squeezed her hand. “They’re not gonna take you, Sun. Nobody’s gonna let that happen.”

“But how can you be sure?”

He looked away for a moment. “Because I won’t let them. I can be very intimidating,” he said.

Sun laughed. “Thank you, JD.”


Sawyer swung the ax hard into the wood. JD winced.

“You okay?” he asked.

Sawyer paused long enough to wipe the sweat from his forehead and glance over his shoulder. “What d’you want?”

JD shuffled awkwardly. “Like I said, just wanted to see if you’re okay…”

Sawyer stopped and turned, sighing. “He brought one of Them back. How the hell do think I’m doin’?”

JD didn’t say anything for a moment. “I think you’re right.”


“About Juliet. I think you’re right.”

“Really? Doc tell you to say that?”

JD knew that Sawyer was referring to the dinner he’d shared with Jack and Juliet the night before and shook his head. “Look, I admit I thought you were wrong at first. That’s why I ate with them last night. To see if you were right.”

“And now you believe me?”

JD nodded. “Yeah. I do.”

“You come out here just to tell me that?”

“I want to help. Whatever you and Sayid are planning, I want in.”

“You sure ‘bout that, Dougie?”

He swallowed hard and nodded. “Live together, die alone. Right?”

Sawyer smirked at him and shook his head. “If you say so, Doc.”