Author: Elise Davidson PM
LJ Table: 24 clips of the discoveries that Jordan Sullivan and Elliot Reid find about their relationship. :slash Jorliot: CH3 Update.Rated: Fiction T - English - Humor/Romance - Chapters: 3 - Words: 5,147 - Reviews: 11 - Favs: 3 - Follows: 9 - Updated: 07-04-07 - Published: 06-25-07 - id: 3615846
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Title:My New Orientation
Rating:PG for implied slash and light language
Pairing:Jordan Sullivan/Elliot Reid
Prompt:01. Go Somewhere New
Warnings:femmeslash, mild language
Word Count:1199 (I'm a bad author… XD)
Author's Notes:I've been working on it for a while, and here's the first of my new table from Live Journal ::grins:: There's 24 prompts all together, and it's all based on the Discovery Channel Advertisement (which can be found at my myspace page if you want to watch the ad). I don't own Scrubs or the commercial; hope you enjoy!
My New Orientation
Jordan Sullivan hated many things in her life (such as annoying people, stupid people, idiotic people, creepy people, and any kind of people at all really), but among the top five of things she hated most was anything having to do with the board.
She loved money; she really did. But when it came to sitting around with a bunch of dirty old men talking about all of the ways they liked to spread it around, it began to grate on her after a while.
Flicking a piece of hair from her eyes, Jordan stared at her face in the mirror. She had just finished putting her make-up on in a routine that had been practiced and perfected since she was twelve years old and her mother had given her a make-up kit.
Jordan snorted, and clipped her hair away from her face as an afterthought. She clipped her earrings into her lobes as she headed into the kitchen.
The nanny, a robust woman with a cheerful voice and graying dark hair, was already preparing Jack for breakfast.
"Morning, Miss Sullivan," the nanny greeted cheerfully.
"Morning, Mommy!" Jack crowed, and beat at his high-chair table with a fork. "Pancakes!"
Jordan grinned; neither she nor Perry were morning people, but Jack seemed to thrive best just after waking up. She rubbed a hand over his hair affectionately and kissed his head.
"Meeting this morning?" the nanny asked.
Jordan nodded as she prepared a cup of coffee to-go. "Just the same old thing." She added a liberal amount of flavored creamer. "You'll be able to sit tonight though?"
The nanny nodded.
Jordan sipped the coffee experimentally. "I should be home for a couple of hours between now and the dinner conference I have tonight, but Jack's father should be home before ten."
The nanny nodded, though she'd heard that a few times. She had already cleared her schedule until midnight.
Jordan capped off her coffee. "Bye, Jacky," she said, kissing his cheek. "Be good for Miss Marny today?"
Jack nodded and burbled a spit bubble at her.
Jordan blinked as it burst, and grimaced. "Love you, Jack." She headed out the door without another word for the nanny; Marny had been a lovely woman who didn't intrude too much into Jack's life.
Or Jordan's, which suited her just fine.
Jordan looked at the hospital grimly. There wasn't much she enjoyed about the place; after all, it had been one of the many reasons Perry used nowadays to avoid coming home.
Still, a board meeting was a board meeting, and she could tolerate that a hell of a lot better then dinner conferences that were an elaborate disguise to get wasted.
Jordan fished around for her office keys in her purse, swearing sharply as they managed to elude her. A tip of metal brushed her fingers, and she dug harder to try and wrap her fingers around it.
She had just barely gotten the briefest hold when someone ran into her from behind and papers flew everywhere.
"Let me guess something for you there, Grace. I'm going to say you woke up this morning, decided you no longer had the will to live, and thought I'd be the best person to end your miserable unimportant little life for you, huh?" Jordan whirled around and rolled her eyes. "Of course, it had to be you."
"Frick!" Elliot Reid was shuffling the papers back into order, coffee dripping over her pale blue scrubs. "Always a pleasure," she muttered before standing. "I'm really sorry, but can we just forget this happened for one minute? I'm kind of busy, and this is the first chance I've had to try and grab something to eat from a vending machine that doesn't have something growing on the inside of it. They really should take those into the lab, but-"
Jordan tuned her out for a minute as she finally found her keys. She finally waved her hand in front of Elliot's face irritably.
"Stick, shut up," Jordan muttered and pushed her office door open. "Just scurry away or something, and do whatever pasty thing you pasty people do with your time."
Jordan sighed; said "dinner conference" (now known as the "kegger for old fogies") was tonight, and Perry had muttered some sorry excuse about the hospital needing him. She had translated that herself to "if you don't want to go to this thing, what the hell makes you think I want to go".
As she heard Elliot's voice drifting away, Jordan thought for a minute. All she really needed was someone to get her out of it after she'd made her rounds and appearances. And it might be damn entertaining to mess with the blond girl's head.
Messing with anyone's head was just one way to score the funsies, after all.
"Hey, stick," Jordan called down the hallway.
Elliot whirled around, nearly dropping her stack of files again. "Yeah?"
Jordan gestured her back to the door. "Come here."
"Oh, for the love of Christ, stick, I'm not going to bite." Jordan rolled her eyes as Elliot neared her like a small animal looking face to face at a larger predator. "Not anywhere that the general public can see anyway. What are you doing tonight?"
"Well…um," Elliot began stuttering as she shifted. "I had some journals I wanted to-"
"Want to go somewhere new and probably a hell of a lot more exciting than sitting around in your empty apartment just wishing you actually had a life?"
"I have a life, and it's a good one."
"Liar," Jordan said simply, and crossed her arms. "I've got a…thing to go to tonight. As always, dear Per-bear bailed because he's too busy sniffing around DJ's heels to give a damn about getting any from me for a month. That does, however, leave me lacking someone to get me out of it after I've shown my face for ten minutes."
Elliot shifted again, hitching her files in her arms as she swallowed and blew a piece of hair out of her face.
"What's that go to do with me?" she asked in mild confusion.
"Christ, you are a natural blonde…or the dye's getting to your brain," Jordan retorted with a roll of her eyes. "Want to go?"
"Shouldn't you just take some guy or something?"
"And risk the potential of having to put out?" Jordan waved her hand sarcastically. "I know that might be second-nature to you, but this is just a dinner meeting. You want to or not?"
Elliot swallowed hard again. "Do I have a choice?"
"Not really." Jordan looked at her nails quickly, and then back up. "Pick you up at six?"
Elliot began to stutter out an answer again.
"Great, stick. See ya then." Jordan turned and shut her office door firmly.
Elliot frowned, head shaking quickly. "What just happened?"
As Elliot waited on the elevator, she chewed on her lower lip. She didn't hate Jordan…scared of her, sure. But favor or not to the woman, Elliot felt uncomfortably like she'd just been asked out on a date.
Discomfort or no, Elliot couldn't say she hated the idea either. It might fun to go somewhere new anyway.
Author's Notes: I'm trying to keep these short, but the prompts sort of lend themselves to the abstract a bit. Anyway, pre-slash, but they'll get together eventually ::grins::
Hope you enjoyed!