Prologue of my Doug/Padma fic, as requestly by ![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
newbie1990
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abitheliotropeWell, she requested it. Multiple Times. And I said I would deliver. I thought this was going to be some short thing, but I just got to introducing them to each other and it's already 985 words.
Title: Conflicting Invitations, for now. Melikes it.
Fandom: Scrubs/Harry Potter crossover
Rating: Teen
Pairings overall: Padma Patil/Doug Murphy; JD/Dr. Cox; Carla/Turk; and a brief mention of Snape/Harry
This part: JD/Cox and Snarry mentions
Summary: Padma Patil, gifted Healer, is sent to Sacred Heart to help a muggle doctor magically.
Author's note: I cannot account for quality, rambly, attempting to be funny, crossover, random.
Beta: My good friend, Carly
Disclaimer: Nooooot mine. Scrubs nor HP.
Dedicated tonewbie1990, because she's very persuasive.
Padma Patil was not in a good mood.
Maybe it was the dreary weather; the drip-drip of the rain as it stormed down outside, mixing with fog. Maybe it was the double shift she was currently partaking in as an Intern of Magical Healing at the famous wizarding hospital, St. Mungo’s.
Or maybe it was because of the lone piece of parchment-no, lined paper- residing in her clutched fist. Said letter was an invitation.
“Ha, invitation! The only invitation I’ve ever seen like this was something that came out of Dumbledore’s mouth!” scoffed Padma, as she sat a coffee break in the Healer’s Lounge.
It was from the Ministry for Magic; a formal request for Padma to spend some time interning at a Muggle Hospital, helping a doctor there with her ‘special gifts for healing and magic’.
Ever since the End of the War and the Fight Against You-Know-Who Whom we are No Longer Afraid to Call Voldemort Because we Can See How Weak He Really Was, the Ministry had been very keen on ‘immersing magical culture and beliefs into muggle society' for the belief that it would benefit both groups.
And it was benefiting them all; Wizards were less afraid of muggles, and the certain muggles that had learned of magic accepted it. Padma just didn’t know why she had to be the intern to go to ‘Sacred Heart Hospital’ to aid one ‘Douglas Murphy’ with her healing talents.
Perhaps it was because of Jordan Thompson, the man behind most of these immersions. She had worked for him before he had been promoted, after Hogwarts and the war. As soon as she had finally gotten a place in the Healing Programme, she quit her job and broke off their silly little Mates with Benefits fling.
And it was now coming back to bite her in the arse. Five days till she was in Sunny Muggle California helping some incompetent with the job he was already supposed to be able to do.
The rain still drip-dripped against the window.
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Doug Murphy, on the same hand, was having a miserable day. Already, two of his patients had coded, one had become septic, and three others had switched off his service. He only had one patient left, and that one was in a coma.
He walked slowly into the Doctor’s Lounge, head down and feet shuffling against the tile, and made his way to the empty couch. ‘Days of our Lives’ was on the TV. Dr. Cox had just left, flicking his head and telling him to “Nooooooooooooot even think in that little brain of yours about changing the channel”. He also said something about going to find Hannah so he could pull her pigtails and make her do a procedure he was in no mood to do.
In the meantime, Doug pulled out a piece of paper from his Fanny Pack. He reread its contents slowly while sucking on a red lollipop.
It was a plain letter on computer paper, from England, stating that one of the best from their medical program was going to be spending some time in an American hospital, and would be glad to aid him in his weaker areas.
“Great. Even people in England know how crappy I am at being all doctory. I don’t know why I just don't quit and go back to school!”
“Well, beca-uh-use that would be way to easy for the rest of us, and how would the big man in the sky or the devil in hell himself get to torture us for our sins?” Dr. Cox was back, sporting a nice little hickey and some scratches from too sharp nails.
‘Way to be subtle, Dr. Cox and JD,’ Doug thought to himself after he was kicked off the couch and saw JD reapplying Chapstick to his dry lips.
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‘Tomorrow’s the day, that wonderful day,’ mused Padma to herself as she walked down Diagon Alley to pick up some Potions for the trip. There was no way to get any there, and she was going to be in muggle territory for a month. She needed the best; she needed Snape’s Apothecary. As she popped in, searched around, and made her purchase, she thought of spending some time in a new place. It had been 2 years since she left England, and the weather was getting to her. California was sunny, it was fresh, and it was new.
As she popped out of the store, waving to Harry at the counter as he bickered with Snape (an odd sight, to see them together, for most, but Padma knew Harry well), she stocked up on the things she’d be most homesick for, and went home.
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It was raining again, the morning that Padma set off for the International Portkey Station. Skipping over eight time zones was no easy task, and she’d have to take a lay over in New York. Her bags packed to the top with her cutest summer clothes and necessities, she waved goodbye to her sister Pavarti, and grasped the sharp soup can.
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Doug was setting up his guest room in his apartment, fluffing a pillow for ‘Padma Patil’ and trying to make the dusty room habitable for anyone, when his pager went off stating he was needed at Sacred Heart.
Trying to smother down the happiness from being ‘needed’ for anything, Doug ran to put on his scrubs, accidentally putting two legs into the same leg hole. He rush-rush-rushed out the door, and by the time he was there he was as calm as possible (meaning minimal sweating and only slight stuttering) for his big moment!
As he skipped into the side entrance, he was quickly stopped by a woman he had never met before, in clothes very similar to what Elliot would wear. She extended her hand warily, and stated that she was Padma Patil.
And so the month began.
Title: Conflicting Invitations, for now. Melikes it.
Fandom: Scrubs/Harry Potter crossover
Rating: Teen
Pairings overall: Padma Patil/Doug Murphy; JD/Dr. Cox; Carla/Turk; and a brief mention of Snape/Harry
This part: JD/Cox and Snarry mentions
Summary: Padma Patil, gifted Healer, is sent to Sacred Heart to help a muggle doctor magically.
Author's note: I cannot account for quality, rambly, attempting to be funny, crossover, random.
Beta: My good friend, Carly
Disclaimer: Nooooot mine. Scrubs nor HP.
Dedicated to
newbie1990, because she's very persuasive. Padma Patil was not in a good mood.
Maybe it was the dreary weather; the drip-drip of the rain as it stormed down outside, mixing with fog. Maybe it was the double shift she was currently partaking in as an Intern of Magical Healing at the famous wizarding hospital, St. Mungo’s.
Or maybe it was because of the lone piece of parchment-no, lined paper- residing in her clutched fist. Said letter was an invitation.
“Ha, invitation! The only invitation I’ve ever seen like this was something that came out of Dumbledore’s mouth!” scoffed Padma, as she sat a coffee break in the Healer’s Lounge.
It was from the Ministry for Magic; a formal request for Padma to spend some time interning at a Muggle Hospital, helping a doctor there with her ‘special gifts for healing and magic’.
Ever since the End of the War and the Fight Against You-Know-Who Whom we are No Longer Afraid to Call Voldemort Because we Can See How Weak He Really Was, the Ministry had been very keen on ‘immersing magical culture and beliefs into muggle society' for the belief that it would benefit both groups.
And it was benefiting them all; Wizards were less afraid of muggles, and the certain muggles that had learned of magic accepted it. Padma just didn’t know why she had to be the intern to go to ‘Sacred Heart Hospital’ to aid one ‘Douglas Murphy’ with her healing talents.
Perhaps it was because of Jordan Thompson, the man behind most of these immersions. She had worked for him before he had been promoted, after Hogwarts and the war. As soon as she had finally gotten a place in the Healing Programme, she quit her job and broke off their silly little Mates with Benefits fling.
And it was now coming back to bite her in the arse. Five days till she was in Sunny Muggle California helping some incompetent with the job he was already supposed to be able to do.
The rain still drip-dripped against the window.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Doug Murphy, on the same hand, was having a miserable day. Already, two of his patients had coded, one had become septic, and three others had switched off his service. He only had one patient left, and that one was in a coma.
He walked slowly into the Doctor’s Lounge, head down and feet shuffling against the tile, and made his way to the empty couch. ‘Days of our Lives’ was on the TV. Dr. Cox had just left, flicking his head and telling him to “Nooooooooooooot even think in that little brain of yours about changing the channel”. He also said something about going to find Hannah so he could pull her pigtails and make her do a procedure he was in no mood to do.
In the meantime, Doug pulled out a piece of paper from his Fanny Pack. He reread its contents slowly while sucking on a red lollipop.
It was a plain letter on computer paper, from England, stating that one of the best from their medical program was going to be spending some time in an American hospital, and would be glad to aid him in his weaker areas.
“Great. Even people in England know how crappy I am at being all doctory. I don’t know why I just don't quit and go back to school!”
“Well, beca-uh-use that would be way to easy for the rest of us, and how would the big man in the sky or the devil in hell himself get to torture us for our sins?” Dr. Cox was back, sporting a nice little hickey and some scratches from too sharp nails.
‘Way to be subtle, Dr. Cox and JD,’ Doug thought to himself after he was kicked off the couch and saw JD reapplying Chapstick to his dry lips.
------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
‘Tomorrow’s the day, that wonderful day,’ mused Padma to herself as she walked down Diagon Alley to pick up some Potions for the trip. There was no way to get any there, and she was going to be in muggle territory for a month. She needed the best; she needed Snape’s Apothecary. As she popped in, searched around, and made her purchase, she thought of spending some time in a new place. It had been 2 years since she left England, and the weather was getting to her. California was sunny, it was fresh, and it was new.
As she popped out of the store, waving to Harry at the counter as he bickered with Snape (an odd sight, to see them together, for most, but Padma knew Harry well), she stocked up on the things she’d be most homesick for, and went home.
------
It was raining again, the morning that Padma set off for the International Portkey Station. Skipping over eight time zones was no easy task, and she’d have to take a lay over in New York. Her bags packed to the top with her cutest summer clothes and necessities, she waved goodbye to her sister Pavarti, and grasped the sharp soup can.
-------------------------------------------------------------------------------------
Doug was setting up his guest room in his apartment, fluffing a pillow for ‘Padma Patil’ and trying to make the dusty room habitable for anyone, when his pager went off stating he was needed at Sacred Heart.
Trying to smother down the happiness from being ‘needed’ for anything, Doug ran to put on his scrubs, accidentally putting two legs into the same leg hole. He rush-rush-rushed out the door, and by the time he was there he was as calm as possible (meaning minimal sweating and only slight stuttering) for his big moment!
As he skipped into the side entrance, he was quickly stopped by a woman he had never met before, in clothes very similar to what Elliot would wear. She extended her hand warily, and stated that she was Padma Patil.
And so the month began.
