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My Ten Ways
Title: My Weirdest Ways
Prompt: 01. Weird
Pairing: Janitor/JD
Word Count: 291
Rating: PG-13
Spoilers: None that I can actually remember; it won’t shatter your world either way.
Author's Notes: For Jay.
My Weirdest Ways
Janitor glared at the mocking black mark in front of him. If he couldn't get it out, it'd remain until he could make it go away.
Since he couldn't get it to go away with ammonia or chloride, he glared at it harder. His thought process was easy; it wouldn't come out with chemicals. If it wouldn't come out with chemicals, than it would have to go away with paint.
And then Scooter walked past him, just as he was getting ready to resort to sheer paint.
"You did this. I know you did. And at the last minute, I'll get you back," Janitor snapped in a threatening voice.
Scooter gave him that same confused, scared look that went straight to Janitor's heart and groin at the same time. Janitor didn't know (nor did he care to analyze overly) who had taught Scooter that innocent "what did I do" look, but it still made Janitor sit down.
Which was just as well, since he had to paint over the stupid black mark on the wall to begin with.
Janitor looked as he brushed over the black marks. It was weird, the way the brush painted over the black mark and eventually covered it up. If he could sit back against the wall (as he did now), then he could forget.
If his back was against the wall and ignoring everything he'd just slapped paint over, then he didn't have to look at it.
Janitor watched Scooter leave the hospital through the exit near the ER bay. He shut his eyes, closed his fingers over the broad mop handle, and struggled to forget.
Besides…Scooter was only his to torture, not to have. All he could do was cover it with something darker.
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