Part Two of Conflicting Invitations...
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abitheliotropeTitle: Conflicting Invitations.
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: Padma/Other Male; JD/Cox; Padma/Doug
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, unbetaed as of right now.
Disclaimer: Nooooot mine. Scrubs nor HP.
Dedicated: Obviously for![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-userinfo.gif)
newbie1990. I wrote this part so quickly for you!
Carla Espinosa liked to change people. Well, not exactly change them, but study their flaws and strong points, and mold the perfect person they could be if they worked hard enough.
Most people would say this made her nosy; always butting into other people’s problems and situations, listening on their love life conversations, etc. Carla knew it was for the best though. How else would anyone be able to last in long relationships if they weren’t perfect for each other?
Her whole life, Carla had only seen one perfect, long lasting relationship; the old Latino couple who owned a bakery back in Chicago where Carla grew up. They had been together for over 50 years when Carla moved away, and she idolized them; studied their behavior, their fights, and their conversations.
So naturally, when Doug Murphy, that poor little doctor who was just so nervous, asked for her help in becoming more of a ‘manly man, ya know. Tall dark and handsome, confident, everything I’m not?’ how could she refuse?
And so, the transformation began.
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“I don’t know. I mean, living with Doug for the time being is great. He’s got a nice apartment, he’s a good cook, and he lets me be when I just want to read some books about pot-doctoring. But, it’s still Doug. He’s just so nervous and twitchy.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. When I first started here, I was leaving for this date, and I had on some sexy pumps (which my mom said that they made me look longer and leaner, but still slutty) and this new dress, and he came over with this sample of blood and almost ruined my pumps. I cried so much, my makeup sort of ran and the guy skedaddled away screaming. Or in pain. I kind of ran over his foot with my car. Anyway, I miss those shoes.”
Padma was sitting in a bar with Elliot on a mutual night off. It was a sort of girl’s night out thing she used to do with Parvati and Cho back home. They were sipping light beers and talking about relationships, mother issues, marriage, and living arrangements. Padma tended to daze off when Elliot yammered on, but she was good company and they had a lot in common.
Padma still had a lot to get used to here, but she was settled in and there was no turning back. She had gotten used to different kinds of muggle medicine, and ways of life, and so on. She had made friends, gone to hip clubs, and thought less and less of home these days. Yet, there was less than a month left, and she would be glad to be home.
Looking around this bar, Padma deducted it was popular with the hospital staff. Over to her left, there were a few doctors from Radiation and OBGYN chatting it up. In the dark, right corner was that intimidating Dr. Cox sitting with JD, seemingly oblivious to the stares of the rest of the bar as they talked closely hand in hand.
Her thoughts of the Ministry’s 5 Years Free gala, in which some crazy pairings had been spotting near the open bar, were swatted away when a vaguely familiar doctor from Oncology sat down next to her.
“Hey, Padma. Right? I’m Nick, from Oncology. Do you remember me? I gave you that pen two days ago” he gestured to the ballpoint sticking out from her bun. His brown eyes sparkled in the light, and she blushed as she responded.
“Oh, did you want this back? I’m sorry. And yes, I do remember you. Are you out here alone or with some friends?”
They talked for and hour and a half about the most random things. Cats, old teachers from school, telly programmes. During the swirling mass of time, Elliot had seemed to disappear to the dark corner, and most of the other patrons had dwindled down to 5. It was around 1 AM before they moved out into the street, exchanging numbers and departing on their own routes.
Elliot had offered her a ride, but Doug lived close and Padma had a cornucopia of thoughts dancing in her head.
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“Doug, if you want to command respect, there are two things you immediately need to get off your skinny white personal: that fanny pack and your polo shirt. Come on, don’t be afraid to strip. This is not time for nervousness. This is intense training,” Carla barked at a twitching (naturally) Doug, as he unclasped his bag and removed both shirts, sliding the scrub top back on ASAP.
Carla decided to work on appearance first. A bit of a tan and tone would be good, along with a new wardrobe for in and out of work. And a hair cut. This was going to be fun, like dressing a Ken doll, only with actual genitals.
They moved onto some shops downtown, picking out casual shirts and ties and blazers and all these other fancy items of clothing Doug had never considered before. Actually, when it came to changing himself completely, Doug really hadn’t thought of anything. Before Padma, he was okay with who he was and what he wore. Now, he was maxing out credit on fancy jeans and a new haircut that ‘really shaped out his naturally strong facial features’.
He was willing though. To change for Padma, that was. He was willing to jump off a bridge for her actually. Anything. There was always this voice at the back of his head going ‘it’s still going to be you Doug, under new clothes and confidence training. The same likes and dislikes and personality. Why would she want that?’
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Padma was sitting at the apartment with Nick. He had offered her a ride home from her shift, and she offered him some coffee and conversation. They were just getting into a discussion about the differences between America and England when he spontaneously put his fingers in her hair and kissed her. They continued said wonderful kiss all the way over to the comfy couch and were getting into a bit of upper body fondling when the main entry door began to turn.
Padma pulled away and looked up. Shock registered onto her face as she realized who it actually was. Doug, nervous guy with the crazy scrubs and old tourist shirts from Mount Rushmore, strutted in with a fit new haircut, and some dark jeans. It was a complete 180.
He was carrying about 5 bags worth the clothes and didn’t even seem to radiate a twitch. His head moved up and noticed her. He smiled, completely un-nervously and his eyes moved over the scene. As soon as he saw Nick though, his face fell fractionally and he shuffled into his room.
Her mouth was still widely opened, and Nick took this as a cue to stick his tongue into it. He pulled her up, and whispered into her ear.
“This doesn’t seem like the kind of place to be left alone anymore. Would you care to go to my house? It’s close.”
Padma was so dazed she was lead away, fish eyes and open jaw and all.
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By the next morning, thanks in complete to Laverne, everyone knew that Padma the transfer British chick was fornicating sexually with odd Nick from Oncology. Obviously, this was very important and interesting news, and so no one really noticed that Doug was completely distressed.
They did notice the clothes, the lack of stammering and twitching, and the tan. Let’s just say that Doug was almost more distressed by the Todd than the news surrounding Padma.
When Padma saw him that morning for their rounding-about-the-patients time, she noticed something was off. She chalked it up to seeing Padma tonguing someone in his apartment, and apologized.
“I’m sorry Doug. It was so inconsiderate of me to invite someone into your apartment. We should have just gone to his place in the first place. It was so unexpected though; I didn’t even think that we would be doing anything.”
Doug’s eyes clouded with some emotion Padma couldn’t place. Was he that mad? Upset with her? Confused? She pretty much nailed every emotion he could be without placing the exact one: heartbroken.
“It’s not your fault. At all. I mean, you didn’t expect me home and you didn’t expect anything to happen. Also, for you time here, me casa es su casa. Or something. I only speak Elvish. Ah, why did I say that?”
Padma giggled. “Like from Lord of the Rings? Really? That’s so cool. I only speak random Latin words. My parents speak like, 5 languages combined. Now, why did I say that?”
And how could Doug be upset with her then? As they went from patient to patient, they talked and laughed, and everything having to do with sex or love seemingly popped away.
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Nick was fun. He was interesting, a bit odd, random, had the knowledge of things no one needed to know. Padma enjoyed his company, but for some reason, as time went on and on his appeal faded less and less.
There was only 10 days left of her little programme here. She had met Nick only a week prior and they had gone out a large number of times. Whether it be a random coffee trip, or to the bar, or out to dinner. While anyone else in her position would have been entirely smitten, things just didn’t add up.
First of all, Nick wasn’t that polite. He insulted random people on appearance alone, made crude jokes, and stuck up his pointy nose at patients who came in from the lower class. At first, she ignored all this, for he had so many good qualities, but then he started turning into a caricature of Draco Malfoy (who, unfortunately, no one has heard from in 6 years).
There wasn’t a spark, there wasn’t that connection. He was a fling; he was fun and entertaining, yet forgettable.
In all this time, she spent more at home (when had the apartment become home?). Doug had a wicked collection of muggle games. Since they worked the exact same shift, they would retire and sit around playing Scrabble or Life. Doug would make something fancy, and pop out some bubbly wine. They’d discuss that day at the hospital with ease. Ever since Doug’s very sudden makeover, he was easy to talk to; more confidant, less twitchy, and more relatable.
The makeover had certainly taken Padma by surprise. She had seen Doug leave with Carla wearing his little bag and polo shirt, and he returned in sharp clothes. At first he still was stuttery, but daily he became more confident and secure, like he was being coached or motivated to do so.
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With only a week left in the program, Doug recognized the need to separate himself from Padma more and more. He would need to become distant. If he spent less time with her, when she left (probably still in correspondence with Nick) he wouldn’t have to kill himself from depression, or something dramatic like that.
So he started working patients alone. This confidence boost seemed to stay with Doug, even though the reason for it dimmed from his mind. He was just as effective in doctoring as Elliot now (though he would never be on par with JD-he had Dr. Cox, king of Sacred Heart, for help). Padma seemed confused at first from the switch up, but she could handle the patients on her own. She was perfect.
Doug was walking down the hallway when he ran in, actually, to JD, who was crouched down hidden by a gurney.
“Hey, Doug! You see the janitor around? No, oh that is fabulous. So, long time no talk. How’ve you been? I’ve been super. Turk took me to the carnival last night. Don’t you think clowns are just dandy? No? You’re petrified of them? How interesting. Anyhoo, how’s life?”
Doug blinked his eyes, and an idea so fabulous came into his mind he had to dance around. This is what he got from prolonged exposure to the thing known as JD’s mouth.
“JD, everyone knows you somehow made Dr. Cox forget all about Jordan and come running to your arms. Yes, everyone knows. No, please do not start making out in the hallways. The point is, how do you make someone like Dr. Cox fall in love with you?”
JD smiled and turned his head into Official Daydream Position. Doug had to smack him lightly for him to stay in this world. JD opened his mouth and told the most ridiculous story ever.
“Well, I somehow magically started seeing this guy named Rob. He was lovely. Trained ponies for young children’s birthday parties. I then realized I was gay and in love with my mentor. I had to break it to Rob; thought he would cry, but told me to be 100% true to Dr. Cox. I said, no silly I do not want to risk being killed by googly eyes alone. So Rob said to write a letter and pour my heart out. I did that. It worked. Now we occasionally partake in the horizontal hokey-pokey and hold hands while we walk around his apartment. Oh dear, janitor’s a-comin’. Bye Doug!”
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On Padma’s last day, she did a number of things. First she packed, last minute as always did her no harm. Then she broke it off with Nick, which might have been hard, if he wasn’t already making love eyes at some nurse from dermatology. Then she went out with ‘the girls’.
“Oh Padma, you do not know how much I am going to miss having you around. It is awesome to be able to talk to someone so much like me, share style and stories of the random major league sports coaches we have fantasized about. Carla just does not recognize the beauty of a middle aged coach of a squash team. Oh, Rutherford. But you just bring such an ethnic spunk to the place. Can I borrow those shoes? They remind me of good ole bloodstained.”
Worst of all was saying goodbye to Doug. He had been avoiding her lately, and she didn’t know why. She’d ask him what was wrong and he’d mumble something about being declined for a fanclub for those fluent in Elvish, but that was a lie. She had seen the newsletter that came weekly.
He was the one to drive her to the International Portkey Station. He didn’t really say anything until they were on the highway. Then all he talked about was portkeys. What were they? How did they work?
“Doug, what’s wrong? You can tell me whatever. It’s hard for me to leave, I’ve gotten used to this place. I’ll miss you.”
And that seemed to strike something in him, for his face scrunched up and his eyes blazed.
“Really, will you? Who would miss me? Poor stuttering Doug Murphy. Especially, why would someone like you miss me? Popular, pretty, perfect. What about your boyfriend, will you miss him?”
Padma gasped and then hit a brick wall of realization. The change, the confidence boost, the clothes were all for her. Because Doug liked her. And she had thrown all this Nick stuff in his face.
“Oh Doug. I am so sorry. I didn’t know. I’m so insensitive. All this was for me, wasn’t it?”
They pulled up to the station. As Doug pulled the key from the ignition, Padma leaned over slightly and pulled his face to hers…
And promptly almost missed her Portkey.
Now, Epilogue!
Padma Patil walked down Diagon Alley, similarly to the way she had before her trip to Sacred Heart. This time, she walked hand in hand with a muggle by the name of Doug Murphy.
He stuck out like a sore thumb in his muggle clothes and plastered look of amazement. Between the Quidditch match earlier, and the shops here, Doug was amazed that anything like this could have existed without his knowledge.
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It was two months after Padma had left Sacred Heart. She unfortunately had to leave Doug alone so quickly after they finally realized how perfect they were for each other. As sappy as it sounds, she was so overcome with love for him that she returned only a week later to bring him over to England, the muggle way.
Doug missed Sacred Heart; he missed Elliot’s rambles and Carla’s sassiness, Turk’s jokes and JD’s extreme need to daydream at any moment. But Padma was in England, and he knew that she’d never be able to leave her friends here. Doug was confident in his abilities to make a new life for himself in England.
Confidence was a lovely thing. It was confidence that made Doug finally reveal everything to Padma. It was confidence that made him leave everything behind for her. It was also confidence that gave Doug the ability to be a dinner guest over at the Snape and Potter household. Obviously, it was like Dr. Cox with a magic wand and the lack of state controlled anger management sessions.
And it was confidence that made Doug a better doctor. In the beginning, after realizing Padma was a witch, he wondered how it was that Padma would make him a better doctor, short of magically giving him abilities. It turned out though, that she helped him gain skill by making him fall in love with her.
Wonder if Mr. Jordan Thompson of the Magic-Muggle Immersion office had thought of that when he set the whole idea up.
All in all, this little series has added up to 6,197 words! Wow!
EDIT: I am officially done with this story. I will need an intense beta who will whip it up to par before I can post it at![[livejournal.com profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/external/lj-community.gif)
scrubsfic and such. If you are interested or I demand you too, please say so. Thank you.
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: Padma/Other Male; JD/Cox; Padma/Doug
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, unbetaed as of right now.
Disclaimer: Nooooot mine. Scrubs nor HP.
Dedicated: Obviously for
newbie1990. I wrote this part so quickly for you!Carla Espinosa liked to change people. Well, not exactly change them, but study their flaws and strong points, and mold the perfect person they could be if they worked hard enough.
Most people would say this made her nosy; always butting into other people’s problems and situations, listening on their love life conversations, etc. Carla knew it was for the best though. How else would anyone be able to last in long relationships if they weren’t perfect for each other?
Her whole life, Carla had only seen one perfect, long lasting relationship; the old Latino couple who owned a bakery back in Chicago where Carla grew up. They had been together for over 50 years when Carla moved away, and she idolized them; studied their behavior, their fights, and their conversations.
So naturally, when Doug Murphy, that poor little doctor who was just so nervous, asked for her help in becoming more of a ‘manly man, ya know. Tall dark and handsome, confident, everything I’m not?’ how could she refuse?
And so, the transformation began.
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“I don’t know. I mean, living with Doug for the time being is great. He’s got a nice apartment, he’s a good cook, and he lets me be when I just want to read some books about pot-doctoring. But, it’s still Doug. He’s just so nervous and twitchy.”
“Yeah, I know what you mean. When I first started here, I was leaving for this date, and I had on some sexy pumps (which my mom said that they made me look longer and leaner, but still slutty) and this new dress, and he came over with this sample of blood and almost ruined my pumps. I cried so much, my makeup sort of ran and the guy skedaddled away screaming. Or in pain. I kind of ran over his foot with my car. Anyway, I miss those shoes.”
Padma was sitting in a bar with Elliot on a mutual night off. It was a sort of girl’s night out thing she used to do with Parvati and Cho back home. They were sipping light beers and talking about relationships, mother issues, marriage, and living arrangements. Padma tended to daze off when Elliot yammered on, but she was good company and they had a lot in common.
Padma still had a lot to get used to here, but she was settled in and there was no turning back. She had gotten used to different kinds of muggle medicine, and ways of life, and so on. She had made friends, gone to hip clubs, and thought less and less of home these days. Yet, there was less than a month left, and she would be glad to be home.
Looking around this bar, Padma deducted it was popular with the hospital staff. Over to her left, there were a few doctors from Radiation and OBGYN chatting it up. In the dark, right corner was that intimidating Dr. Cox sitting with JD, seemingly oblivious to the stares of the rest of the bar as they talked closely hand in hand.
Her thoughts of the Ministry’s 5 Years Free gala, in which some crazy pairings had been spotting near the open bar, were swatted away when a vaguely familiar doctor from Oncology sat down next to her.
“Hey, Padma. Right? I’m Nick, from Oncology. Do you remember me? I gave you that pen two days ago” he gestured to the ballpoint sticking out from her bun. His brown eyes sparkled in the light, and she blushed as she responded.
“Oh, did you want this back? I’m sorry. And yes, I do remember you. Are you out here alone or with some friends?”
They talked for and hour and a half about the most random things. Cats, old teachers from school, telly programmes. During the swirling mass of time, Elliot had seemed to disappear to the dark corner, and most of the other patrons had dwindled down to 5. It was around 1 AM before they moved out into the street, exchanging numbers and departing on their own routes.
Elliot had offered her a ride, but Doug lived close and Padma had a cornucopia of thoughts dancing in her head.
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“Doug, if you want to command respect, there are two things you immediately need to get off your skinny white personal: that fanny pack and your polo shirt. Come on, don’t be afraid to strip. This is not time for nervousness. This is intense training,” Carla barked at a twitching (naturally) Doug, as he unclasped his bag and removed both shirts, sliding the scrub top back on ASAP.
Carla decided to work on appearance first. A bit of a tan and tone would be good, along with a new wardrobe for in and out of work. And a hair cut. This was going to be fun, like dressing a Ken doll, only with actual genitals.
They moved onto some shops downtown, picking out casual shirts and ties and blazers and all these other fancy items of clothing Doug had never considered before. Actually, when it came to changing himself completely, Doug really hadn’t thought of anything. Before Padma, he was okay with who he was and what he wore. Now, he was maxing out credit on fancy jeans and a new haircut that ‘really shaped out his naturally strong facial features’.
He was willing though. To change for Padma, that was. He was willing to jump off a bridge for her actually. Anything. There was always this voice at the back of his head going ‘it’s still going to be you Doug, under new clothes and confidence training. The same likes and dislikes and personality. Why would she want that?’
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Padma was sitting at the apartment with Nick. He had offered her a ride home from her shift, and she offered him some coffee and conversation. They were just getting into a discussion about the differences between America and England when he spontaneously put his fingers in her hair and kissed her. They continued said wonderful kiss all the way over to the comfy couch and were getting into a bit of upper body fondling when the main entry door began to turn.
Padma pulled away and looked up. Shock registered onto her face as she realized who it actually was. Doug, nervous guy with the crazy scrubs and old tourist shirts from Mount Rushmore, strutted in with a fit new haircut, and some dark jeans. It was a complete 180.
He was carrying about 5 bags worth the clothes and didn’t even seem to radiate a twitch. His head moved up and noticed her. He smiled, completely un-nervously and his eyes moved over the scene. As soon as he saw Nick though, his face fell fractionally and he shuffled into his room.
Her mouth was still widely opened, and Nick took this as a cue to stick his tongue into it. He pulled her up, and whispered into her ear.
“This doesn’t seem like the kind of place to be left alone anymore. Would you care to go to my house? It’s close.”
Padma was so dazed she was lead away, fish eyes and open jaw and all.
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By the next morning, thanks in complete to Laverne, everyone knew that Padma the transfer British chick was fornicating sexually with odd Nick from Oncology. Obviously, this was very important and interesting news, and so no one really noticed that Doug was completely distressed.
They did notice the clothes, the lack of stammering and twitching, and the tan. Let’s just say that Doug was almost more distressed by the Todd than the news surrounding Padma.
When Padma saw him that morning for their rounding-about-the-patients time, she noticed something was off. She chalked it up to seeing Padma tonguing someone in his apartment, and apologized.
“I’m sorry Doug. It was so inconsiderate of me to invite someone into your apartment. We should have just gone to his place in the first place. It was so unexpected though; I didn’t even think that we would be doing anything.”
Doug’s eyes clouded with some emotion Padma couldn’t place. Was he that mad? Upset with her? Confused? She pretty much nailed every emotion he could be without placing the exact one: heartbroken.
“It’s not your fault. At all. I mean, you didn’t expect me home and you didn’t expect anything to happen. Also, for you time here, me casa es su casa. Or something. I only speak Elvish. Ah, why did I say that?”
Padma giggled. “Like from Lord of the Rings? Really? That’s so cool. I only speak random Latin words. My parents speak like, 5 languages combined. Now, why did I say that?”
And how could Doug be upset with her then? As they went from patient to patient, they talked and laughed, and everything having to do with sex or love seemingly popped away.
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Nick was fun. He was interesting, a bit odd, random, had the knowledge of things no one needed to know. Padma enjoyed his company, but for some reason, as time went on and on his appeal faded less and less.
There was only 10 days left of her little programme here. She had met Nick only a week prior and they had gone out a large number of times. Whether it be a random coffee trip, or to the bar, or out to dinner. While anyone else in her position would have been entirely smitten, things just didn’t add up.
First of all, Nick wasn’t that polite. He insulted random people on appearance alone, made crude jokes, and stuck up his pointy nose at patients who came in from the lower class. At first, she ignored all this, for he had so many good qualities, but then he started turning into a caricature of Draco Malfoy (who, unfortunately, no one has heard from in 6 years).
There wasn’t a spark, there wasn’t that connection. He was a fling; he was fun and entertaining, yet forgettable.
In all this time, she spent more at home (when had the apartment become home?). Doug had a wicked collection of muggle games. Since they worked the exact same shift, they would retire and sit around playing Scrabble or Life. Doug would make something fancy, and pop out some bubbly wine. They’d discuss that day at the hospital with ease. Ever since Doug’s very sudden makeover, he was easy to talk to; more confidant, less twitchy, and more relatable.
The makeover had certainly taken Padma by surprise. She had seen Doug leave with Carla wearing his little bag and polo shirt, and he returned in sharp clothes. At first he still was stuttery, but daily he became more confident and secure, like he was being coached or motivated to do so.
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With only a week left in the program, Doug recognized the need to separate himself from Padma more and more. He would need to become distant. If he spent less time with her, when she left (probably still in correspondence with Nick) he wouldn’t have to kill himself from depression, or something dramatic like that.
So he started working patients alone. This confidence boost seemed to stay with Doug, even though the reason for it dimmed from his mind. He was just as effective in doctoring as Elliot now (though he would never be on par with JD-he had Dr. Cox, king of Sacred Heart, for help). Padma seemed confused at first from the switch up, but she could handle the patients on her own. She was perfect.
Doug was walking down the hallway when he ran in, actually, to JD, who was crouched down hidden by a gurney.
“Hey, Doug! You see the janitor around? No, oh that is fabulous. So, long time no talk. How’ve you been? I’ve been super. Turk took me to the carnival last night. Don’t you think clowns are just dandy? No? You’re petrified of them? How interesting. Anyhoo, how’s life?”
Doug blinked his eyes, and an idea so fabulous came into his mind he had to dance around. This is what he got from prolonged exposure to the thing known as JD’s mouth.
“JD, everyone knows you somehow made Dr. Cox forget all about Jordan and come running to your arms. Yes, everyone knows. No, please do not start making out in the hallways. The point is, how do you make someone like Dr. Cox fall in love with you?”
JD smiled and turned his head into Official Daydream Position. Doug had to smack him lightly for him to stay in this world. JD opened his mouth and told the most ridiculous story ever.
“Well, I somehow magically started seeing this guy named Rob. He was lovely. Trained ponies for young children’s birthday parties. I then realized I was gay and in love with my mentor. I had to break it to Rob; thought he would cry, but told me to be 100% true to Dr. Cox. I said, no silly I do not want to risk being killed by googly eyes alone. So Rob said to write a letter and pour my heart out. I did that. It worked. Now we occasionally partake in the horizontal hokey-pokey and hold hands while we walk around his apartment. Oh dear, janitor’s a-comin’. Bye Doug!”
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On Padma’s last day, she did a number of things. First she packed, last minute as always did her no harm. Then she broke it off with Nick, which might have been hard, if he wasn’t already making love eyes at some nurse from dermatology. Then she went out with ‘the girls’.
“Oh Padma, you do not know how much I am going to miss having you around. It is awesome to be able to talk to someone so much like me, share style and stories of the random major league sports coaches we have fantasized about. Carla just does not recognize the beauty of a middle aged coach of a squash team. Oh, Rutherford. But you just bring such an ethnic spunk to the place. Can I borrow those shoes? They remind me of good ole bloodstained.”
Worst of all was saying goodbye to Doug. He had been avoiding her lately, and she didn’t know why. She’d ask him what was wrong and he’d mumble something about being declined for a fanclub for those fluent in Elvish, but that was a lie. She had seen the newsletter that came weekly.
He was the one to drive her to the International Portkey Station. He didn’t really say anything until they were on the highway. Then all he talked about was portkeys. What were they? How did they work?
“Doug, what’s wrong? You can tell me whatever. It’s hard for me to leave, I’ve gotten used to this place. I’ll miss you.”
And that seemed to strike something in him, for his face scrunched up and his eyes blazed.
“Really, will you? Who would miss me? Poor stuttering Doug Murphy. Especially, why would someone like you miss me? Popular, pretty, perfect. What about your boyfriend, will you miss him?”
Padma gasped and then hit a brick wall of realization. The change, the confidence boost, the clothes were all for her. Because Doug liked her. And she had thrown all this Nick stuff in his face.
“Oh Doug. I am so sorry. I didn’t know. I’m so insensitive. All this was for me, wasn’t it?”
They pulled up to the station. As Doug pulled the key from the ignition, Padma leaned over slightly and pulled his face to hers…
And promptly almost missed her Portkey.
Now, Epilogue!
Padma Patil walked down Diagon Alley, similarly to the way she had before her trip to Sacred Heart. This time, she walked hand in hand with a muggle by the name of Doug Murphy.
He stuck out like a sore thumb in his muggle clothes and plastered look of amazement. Between the Quidditch match earlier, and the shops here, Doug was amazed that anything like this could have existed without his knowledge.
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It was two months after Padma had left Sacred Heart. She unfortunately had to leave Doug alone so quickly after they finally realized how perfect they were for each other. As sappy as it sounds, she was so overcome with love for him that she returned only a week later to bring him over to England, the muggle way.
Doug missed Sacred Heart; he missed Elliot’s rambles and Carla’s sassiness, Turk’s jokes and JD’s extreme need to daydream at any moment. But Padma was in England, and he knew that she’d never be able to leave her friends here. Doug was confident in his abilities to make a new life for himself in England.
Confidence was a lovely thing. It was confidence that made Doug finally reveal everything to Padma. It was confidence that made him leave everything behind for her. It was also confidence that gave Doug the ability to be a dinner guest over at the Snape and Potter household. Obviously, it was like Dr. Cox with a magic wand and the lack of state controlled anger management sessions.
And it was confidence that made Doug a better doctor. In the beginning, after realizing Padma was a witch, he wondered how it was that Padma would make him a better doctor, short of magically giving him abilities. It turned out though, that she helped him gain skill by making him fall in love with her.
Wonder if Mr. Jordan Thompson of the Magic-Muggle Immersion office had thought of that when he set the whole idea up.
All in all, this little series has added up to 6,197 words! Wow!
EDIT: I am officially done with this story. I will need an intense beta who will whip it up to par before I can post it at
scrubsfic and such. If you are interested or I demand you too, please say so. Thank you.
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Date: 2007-03-24 12:02 am (UTC)Carla! Yes! Your Carla is so very, very Carla-ish!
Oh, dear Lord, Elliot! I... you can write Elliot?! Why must you be so very wonderful?
EEEE!! LOOK, COX/JD!!! *spins in computer chair*
NO, PADMA, NOT NICK, DOUG!!! ALWAYS DOUG!!!
Again with the perfect Carla, and aww, poor insecure Doug!
Why must Padma be blind?! Nick=evil, evil bastardly sort. Doug=very very awesome. (Look what you have done! You have made me fall in love with Doug/Padma, damn you!)
Hooray, it is JD!! Yippee for awesomeness!! And also, Yes, everyone knows. No, please do not start making out in the hallways deserves to have prizes heaped upon it. And hearts. And then more prizes.
Horizontal hokey-pokey!!! Oh, that is superbly JD, and also brilliant.
OMG YAYES THEY ARE FINALLY TOGETHER HUZZAH!!! HUZZARIO!!! YIPPEE!!! *somersaults and glee*
I love the comparison of Snape and Dr. Cox. It is just incredibly wonderful for reasons that escape my vocabulary.
I love the last line for some reason. It just makes it seem like...was it meant to be? Was it fate?
(I completely adore you for writing it this quickly, and dedications never cease to induce yay. Also, try
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Date: 2007-03-24 12:23 am (UTC)Nick is based off this child I got to school with. Only, more awesome, because this child I got to school with hates everyone. Do not try to deny the Doug/Padma!
I cannot clearly respond to everything here! You are just so amazing for this comment! Seriously, it so long *pets*
(I shall see. I've been planning to post there all along, because they are so lovely and welcoming.
I shall try!)
EDIT: This comment may come up twice. I needed to use an icon. I am slow!
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Date: 2007-03-24 12:42 am (UTC)ooom, i read the first little section, and its sounded gooood!
one thing..."....Tall dark and handsome, confident, everything I’m not?’ how could she refuse." needs a question mark
haha! :D funny-
"and he came over with this sample of blood and almost ruined my pumps. I cried so much, my makeup sort of ran and the guy skedaddled away screaming. Or in pain. I kind of ran over his foot with my car. Anyway, I miss those shoes.”
these are all just mistakes that you didnt catch, i know...but- "Yet, there was less than a month less, and she would be glad to be home."
you meant to say "less than a month left"
noooo!! not nick, whoever that is! it must be doug/parvati!
"This was going to be fun, like dressing a Ken doll, only with actual genitals." HAHA!
"differences between American and England" you mean "American"
AND NOOOOO! NOW THEY ARE KISSING!!! but its okay...d-r-a-m-a always makes for a good fanfic :D
“It’s not your fault. At all. I mean, you didn’t expect me home and you didn’t expect anything to happen. Also, for you time here, me casa es su casa. Or something. I only speak Elvish. Ah, why did I say that?”
HAHA! awww, i like his character :DDDD
"There wasn’t a spark, there wasn’t that connection. He was a fling; he was fun and entertaining, yet forgettable."
yay :D
"She’d ask him what was wrong and he’d mumble something about being declined for a fanclub for those fluent in Elvish," :DDDDDDDD
They pulled up to the station. As Doug pulled the key from the ignition, Padma leaned over slightly and pulled his face to hers…
And promptly almost missed her Portkey.
thats great :D i love that part
awwww i reeeeeally love this story, sarah! it was sooo good
i didnt read your comments so i dont know if someone already offered to be your beta, but i will help you with it, if you want *nod*
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Date: 2007-03-24 12:46 am (UTC)Thanks so much! Nick is an original character I made based on someone from school. Only this Nick is nicer. Yes.
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Date: 2007-03-24 12:50 am (UTC)"America"
ok! sometime when we are both on AIM i will read through it again and we can talk it out