My Guitar God

Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs, Guitar Hero or any of the songs mentioned in this fic.

Talking/Thinking/Fantasies & Flashbacks

Author's Note: I'm not particularly sure which way I'm going with this story. I don't want to give away too much of the plot, but I will say that this story can work well as either a slash or a strictly friendship fic. I do know I have a male reader (keybladeboy) and I don't want to scare him off with m/m lovin'. Ah well, we'll just have to see how I feel like writing this. I'm technically already writing a slash so I could- -rambling rambling rambling-...

Shout Outs: LC- Love to hear from my #1 fan.
Bells of Tomorrow - Gah! You're like a celebrity to me. -blushes -
keybladeboy- I was trying to go for the feel of a real Scrubs episode

Anyways on with da chappie.

Two Days Later...

Chris was being discharged, his ex-wife was waiting for him outside of the hospital. Damn she was hot too, a curvy blonde with just- the boobs- yeah they were awesome. "JD meet my ex-wife Eva."

I knew my voice was going to crack but I went for it. "Hi Eva." Yup, it definitely cracked.

She patted me on the shoulder and smiled. "Thank you so much Dr. Dorian for taking care of him while he was here. He couldn't stop talking about you on the phone."

Oh they had one of those relationships. I wonder if it was anything like what Jordan and Dr. Cox had going on, though Eva seemed nothing like Jordan and Chris sure as hell wasn't Dr. Cox. "It's just my job."

"Chris said you were the only doctor here who would talk to him for more than a few minutes. It's nice to see he made a friend, he doesn't get out a lot anymore."

"Eva, can you take me home? As much as I like JD here, I hate this place." Chris slowly got up from the wheelchair and shook my hand. "Nice to meet you man, listen-" He slipped a card into my hand. "I usually charge for lessons but in your case I'll make an exception. Go get yourself a nice acoustic guitar and give me a call man."

"Thanks Chris." I couldn't help but grin. Guitar had to equal cool right?

It's a dark room with only a fireplace for light and warmth. Nurse Tisdale is sitting on a bear skin rug into a pink nightie her hair falling gracefully around her shoulders. I sit in a large leather chair with a guitar in my hand strumming along and singing to her.

I gave my love a cherry which had no stone
I gave my love a chicken which had no bone
I gave my love a story which had no end
I gave my love a baby with no cryin'

Before I could start the second verse someone grabbed the guitar out of my hand and smashed it to pieces against the fireplace.

"Damn it. This is the second time he's done that in one of my-"

"Ivy, you want to snap out of it? Your patient left five minutes ago."

I look at him and can feel the tears forming in my eyes. "Why do you hate guitars so much?" With that I left him with a confused look on his face. Turk was flirting with Carla at the nurse's station. "Hey C-Bear."

"Bambi what's wrong?"

"Nothing really, Dr. Cox just snapped me out of a really great day dream."

Turk could tell by the look on my face that it was a good day dream. "What was it about?"

"Me seducing Nurse Tisdale with my mad guitar skills."

"JD you have no guitar skills."

"I will after I start taking guitar lessons." I showed him the business card Chris had give me. It was black with a neon green stick man playing a roughly drawn guitar. In big yellow gothic letters it read: CHRIS COWAN: AXE MAN EXTRAORDINAIRE.

"It's nice to see you picking up a hobby." Carla started putting files away. "Maybe you'll find something better to do than play with those stupid dead-"

"Baby." Turk warned her. "You know how sensitive Rowdy and Steven are. They can sense when you're talkin' bad about them."

I nodded. "Yeah and I think Steven misses Rowdy, it's been a while since they've hung out. Maybe we can have a sleep over."

Carla rolled her eyes and walked away mumbling, "you'd think after seven years this wouldn't surprise or disgust me anymore." She had a point too. You would think that after all these years she'd be able to accept both Rowdy and Steven as important members of the family.

"So you're actually gonna try and play the guitar?"

"Newbie!" Dr. Cox slapped a chart down in front of me. "Days of Our Lives is on and this rather large woman needs a physical. I'm going to let you have the honors."

"I don't really watch soaps-"

"You wanna make jokes, go do it with Mrs. Cooper. See ya." He started to walk away. "Oh Newbie?" He turned around to face me. "If you're really serious about taking guitar lessons then until further notice I'm going to using the names of famous female guitar players which at this point I only know three. So until I go do some research it's Lita, Joan or Nancy." He turned around and practically ran down the hallway.

I had to follow him, I just wanted to know what he actually thought about me taking guitar lessons. "You think it's stupid I want to pick up an instrument?"

"No, it's just usually girls pick up the piano or flute. Guitars are normally reserved for boys. I mean come on Newbie how old are you now?" Before I could answer him he started up again. "It doesn't really matter because at heart you're about 14. But please don't let me get in the way of your dreams of playing Jewel songs in a coffee house every Saturday night. Oh... Jewel there's another one. Now just remember this when you're learning how to play "Stairway to Heaven"- which might I add is the most overrated song in the history of rock music-" He stopped almost bumping into me, something in his eyes told me that what he had to say next was serious. "A whopping two percent of bands, groups, artists, whatever, make it. And if I know you as well as I think I do, you've got this image in your head of you playing The Hollywood Bowl while women show you their boobs. If you want to pick it up as a hobby be my guest, just remember, you're a doctor not a rock star." With that he turned on his heels and rocketed down the hallway.

"If I didn't know any better I could swear he was pissed at me. Okay actually he is pissed at me. I think I saw his eye twitch during the "Stairway to Heaven" comment. He is right though, I'm a doctor not a rock star."

Two Weeks later...

Over the next couple of weeks I'd forgotten about Chris and the guitar lessons. Dr. Cox's speech did knock some sense into me, after all I'm in my early 30's, it's hardly a time to start learning an instrument. It was when I was checking on one of my patients who'd just had an appendectomy that the thought entered my head again.

Another man, late 40's. He was slightly on the chubby side black hair just a little longer than mine. "Well, Mr. Gunther it looks like everything is fine. The surgery went well, no complications. I've got some pain medication coming for you and you'll be out of here tomorrow."

"Thank you Dr. Dorian." Mr. Gunther closed his eyes to go back to sleep when Dr. Cox burst into he room.

"Newbie I just wanted to let you know that your new rock star boyfriend is looking for you and-" He stopped mid rant and looked at my patient, he sighed rolled his eyes. "Hallway." He grabbed my arm and pulled me out of the room. "From now on Mr. Cowan is not to be in this hospital unless he is a PATIENT."

"What's your problem with Chris? He's a nice guy."

"I have a problem with people aimlessly walking around a hospital when they don't even need to be here." Dr. Cox shoulder bumped me as he walked away with a grunt.

"JD!" Chris was jogging down the hallway with a guitar case in his hand. "What's up man?" He skidded to a stop as he reached me and patted me lightly on the shoulder. "You never called me man."

"I've just been so busy with the hospital and finding an apartment and-"

"Say no more. I understand." He grabbed me by the arm and drug me back into Mr. Gunther's room. "Kylie."

"Chris?" Mr. Gunther's eyes snapped open and he sat up as quickly as possible. "Dude no way!" Chris laughed and walked over to the bed throwing his arms around him in a huge hug. "I haven't seen you in five years."

"What're you in for?"

"Just got my appendix taken out."

Chris nodded and pulled a seat up next to the bed. "I was just in here a couple of weeks ago. My liver."

"Damn sorry about that dude."

"Oh well, watchagunnado- brother." He laughed and then looked over at me. "JD this is Dragon Tower's bass player Kyle Gunther."

"I know his name, he's my patient." I had to note the coincidence. "First you're here, then your bass player. If one more of your band members ends up in the hospital you might want to take it as a sign to get back together."

Kyle chuckled. "Thinking about getting the band back together?"

"Hell yeah. Though not with Rick. Nothing personal I want the original Dragon Tower back together."

"You know he's never gonna agree to it?"

"Who?" I asked, intrigued by the conversation.

Kyle started to open his mouth to say something but Chris leaned forward and whispered in his ear. "Really?" Chris nodded and continued to whisper. "No way... You're right." He turned to whisper something in Chris' ear. "Know what I'm sayin'?"

"I do." Chris looked at me and got up from the chair. He knelt on the floor in front of the guitar case and opened it up. Inside was a beautiful acoustic guitar, the glare off the low lights in the room on it's finish made it look like it had an ethereal glow. "She's a beauty isn't she?"

I knelt down next to Chris. "It is."

"It's a 1976 Martin D-18. It was my uncle's he gave it to me before he died. I learned how to play on this and so did- our old lead guitar player. I wanted to give it to you as a starter."

I was floored that this guy I barely knew was giving me what was basically an antique guitar. "Wow... I don't know what to- Thanks." I plucked one of the strings.

"The only thing is, she's really finicky about who plays her. The only two people I've ever heard get a good sound out of her is my uncle and-"

"You keep referring to the guitar as a "her"?"

Chris laughed. "You named a SCOOTER Sasha."

"MUST I TELL EVERYONE ABOUT SASHA?" I sighed and shrugged. "True. She have a name?"

He shook his head. "No though my uncle always referred to her as his BABY. No every guitar player names their guitars but a lot of them tend to refer to them like their girlfriend or wife."

"And those are just the crazy ones." Kyle chuckled from the bed. Chris stood up with a fake scowl on his face and then-

"Did he just touch his nose like Dr. Cox?"

He then crossed his arms. "Got a problem with Fiona?"

"Not at all sir."

"Fiona?"

Chris broke the scowl with a laugh and shrugged. "She's a red fender and I had to hots for the girl who sold it to me."

"Oh Joan!"

I groaned as I heard Dr. Cox call me from the hallway. "Sorry, I have to go. I'll check up on you later Mr. Gunther."

"Thanks Dr. Dorian."

Chris packed up the guitar. "I'll leave this in here and you can come get it when you're off. Speak of that- When's your next off day?"

"Day after tomorrow."

"Sweet, give me your address and I'll swing by your place."

I wrote down the address to my porch. "Well, that's where I live. I live on a porch until I can find an apartment."

"Dude that sucks. I'll be about three or four. Sound cool?"

Dr. Cox was obviously getting impatient. "Lita! Stop getting hair tips and get your ass out here!"

"Cool. Bye." I ran out the door and took a quick left judging that to the direction of my mentor's voice. I ran five steps before I ran into him (dear god he's like a brick wall) and fell to the floor. "Sorry."

"I hope you told the rock star that this isn't a strip club, night club, bar, dive, hotel, back alley, or any other place that he would normally hang out. It is a hospital."

"He was just visiting one of his old band members. They were talking about getting their band back together." As usual Dr. Cox wouldn't help me up and he took off down the hall. "And I know I'm a doctor."

"I'm glad one of us does." He stopped to grab a chart from one of the nurses. "So some dumb ass cover band is going to get together to relive glory days that they never had. I'm sure you'd love to play the part of doting groupie and hope that the mega-hot guitarist will see you flashing your lovelies in the crowd and pick you to come backstage for the threesome with one of the strippers that goes on before the band's set. And I know, I know that you think you're not that kind of girl but once you get a couple of your appletini's in you, you won't care if your skirt ends up pulled around your ankles by the end of the night."

This was one of those days where I just couldn't handle his crap. He'd been constantly teasing me with girl guitar player names and calling me a groupie since Chris left the hospital. "What the hell is your problem?"

"I don't have a problem with your whole "girl power" kick you've got going on. Maybe you could start a Runaways tribute band." He growled and walked into a patients room slamming the door in my face.

I walked past Kyle's room to hear Chris playing guitar and singing.

Well I wont back down, no I wont back down
You can stand me up at the gates of hell
But I wont back down

Gonna stand my ground, wont be turned around
And Ill keep this world from draggin me down
Gonna stand my ground and I wont back down

Hey baby, there aint no easy way out
Hey I will stand my ground
And I wont back down.

I smiled.

I couldn't wait to start playing.