Relax, I'm a Doctor

[JJ Johnson]

"you bet you're ass I'm fuckin' invincible!" said JJ, grinning and lifting his booze. as far as he was concerned, he pretty much was too. He'd managed to make it through war zones just fine, albeit with quite a few physical scars. If he were made of softer mental stuff, or sharper, he might have a few emotional or psychological ones to carry too. However, this was JJ: he really was a simple as he portrayed. Jason might have thought that he didn't know that much about JJ, and yeah, there might have been some past details and whatnot, but for the most part, Jason knew pretty much all there was to know about Joel Johnson.

The disillusion about the whores made JJ grunt, but he didn't feel like prodding. Oh, he wanted to (and in more ways than one), but exhaustion had settled in, making ideas like pursuing a line of conversation sound like a really dumb idea. Plus, even JJ could tell that Jason wasn't lying; that was something you picked up as a police officer. Even the dumbest ones were pretty decent at the whole lie detection thing.

That last bit though, where Jason again asserted his heterosexuality (which probably wasn't a bad idea, as JJ was getting increasingly intoxicated and would very well forget details like that) stuck out even in JJ's slightly foggy brain. He turned and narrowed his eyes. "I got it: you're one of those uptight dumbasses that are, like, married to the job or something, aren't you? We got people like that on the force. You guys are no fun," JJ groaned and leaned back, then chuckled. "Though I guess that explains why you keep saving my ass at all hours. You get off on being the big healer man, huh?"

[Jason Campbell]

JJ, invincible? Not quite. But Jason decided not to destroy his little dreams here. Anyway, he’d probably just shrug his opinion off, claiming the good doctor didn’t know what he was talking about. Jason did read his record. And heard a few of his stories since they knew each other. He was tough, there was no doubt about it. And Jason was ready to admit that his simple-mindedness could actually serve him at times. Sure, he could use some more brains but he walked out of war with little to no psychological damage. Jason didn’t heal a lot of veterans in his life but he still could tell JJ got out of this easy.

In a way, he was surprised JJ didn’t have some girls at the ready he just had to call. He looked the type to have those. But Jason knew that once the adrenaline started to flush out of his system, adding to that the wounds he got, it all made JJ lose his energy. Sure Jason could heal the damages, renew tissues and all, but the pain, as it was mostly in the head, he could not take away.

Jason didn’t particularly like being called a dumbass, no fun or married to his job. He supposed he was, in a way, but that didn’t soften it. “I get my share of ‘fun’ when I want to,” he objected. But he suppose din comparison to JJ, he was quite boring. Without being one of those who absolutely needed feelings to sleep with someone, he sure needed more than a hello before taking clothes off. He shrugged as he sank into JJ’s couch, drinking some more out of his bottle. “Yeah, I have so boring a life that you are the highlight of my days.”

[JJ Johnson]

JJ snorted; he doubted that Jason did anything really "fun." "Yeah, right, like what, meeting with your DnD group or something?" he chuckled, finding the joke far funnier than it had any right to be. He was half tempted to suggest that Jason did something incredibly lame, maybe roleplayed over the internet or something, but JJ's wandering, foggy brain had already drifted a little further. It didn't help that he took another pull out of his bottle.

"Man, if this shit is your highlight, you need to get out more. You know what," JJ turned, pointing, "we should head out sometime, fuckin' own this town, man. We could look for some quality pussy or just, fuck man, I don't know, break some shit or something. I'm telling you," JJ leaned forward, "it'll be awesome. You'll get a taste of it and you'll be like 'fuck it, man, I'm hanging out with that guy all the time.'"

JJ laughed and leaned back, wincing a little. He reached down to scratch at his groin, clearly not caring. He took another pull from the bottle while he did. eventually moving to set the now mostly empty bottle to the side of the couch. Yeah, he was definitely feeling no pain. "Your ability have some kinda morphine thing?" he asked, looking over, wondering if that was it, as opposed to his coming down from the adrenaline high or something.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason’s nose wrinkled as he disliked JJ’s insinuation that he was some geek liking rolepay games and whatnot. “Hey, don’t insult me. I’m having a beer with you, am I not?” he replied. He assumed that for someone like JJ, hanging out with the right kind of people, in one word here, JJ himself, instantly made you a little more popular. But yeah, he could tell that his idea of fun would bore JJ. He couldn’t see him spending a night reading or not minding having a conversation with someone without the promise of taking clothes off at some point.

Jason smiled but dared not laugh even though JJ probably wouldn’t care let alone notice. But yeah, he was right, if he was indeed, which Jason never admitted, his highlight, he had an awful life. But he could not prevent himself as he kept talking of what they would do together on a night out together. Well, it would be entertaining but mostly because JJ would amuse him. “So I’ll never want to get away from you huh?” he asked with a hint of tease in his voice. As much as JJ might want a piece of him, he doubted he asked for this. Jason chuckled some more as he drank. “Why not. Let’s see if I can get what fun means.” Yes, he just agreed to it. Hey, it was not by having a beer and chicken wings with Guy LeGrange that he’ll get someone. Then again, he doubted he would with JJ as well but who knows, if the girls wanted a bit of brain between all that muscle, he might have a chance.

Jason frowned seeing how JJ winced again. He knew he was all healed, he made sure of that. But apparently he had been more injured than he expected. He dug through his bag and got some pills. “No but my M.D. got painkillers,” he said, giving him one. He’ll probably complain about just one but he already shouldn’t be giving him one to begin with, with the alcohol he had.

[JJ Johnson]

"Nerds drink booze," replied JJ, nodding. "You wouldn't think they would, since they're a bunch of pussy-ass virgins who don't ever crawl outta their moms' basements, but they totally drink. Caught a few myself."

And JJ meant mostly underaged drinkers. It seemed like a lot of those that fell into the whole nerdy or geeky caste liked to drink from time to time. They were probably desperate to do something, anything that would make them seem more cool by comparison. JJ had spent most of his teenage years using those types for target practice. And he totally suspected that, despite Jason saying otherwise, he'd just pegged the other guy.

So he was surprised to hear Jason accepting it. "Dude, it'll be bitching. You'll have the pussy hanging off you," JJ nodded, then chuckled again, which lead to more wincing and stuff. He opened his mouth to start talking about how totally awesome their experience was gonna be (JJ was figuring on at least starting with a strip club, though he knew a few other possibilities to get them ramped first; maybe mud wrestling or something). However, instead he found Jason digging around for drugs. That shut JJ up real quick, and he rolled over to take the offered one.

"Just one?" asked JJ, looking up at Jason. he took it, using his beer to wash it down, and as he did, he realized why he got just the one. "Oh yeah, booze and drugs don't mix. Gotcha,' he leaned back, taking a deep breath. "Not sure how much longer I'm gonna be conscious, doc, so if I just pass out, you can let yourself out."

[Jason Campbell]

JJ used the biggest cliché for a nerd possible. Then again, Jason supposed clichés had to come from somewhere, right? “Not like I’d know myself. I was into cop stories, not sci-fi,” Jason first said before taking another gulp out of his bottle. It would empty pretty soon at this rate. Still, not as fast as JJ’s. “I hope you’re not saying I’m a virgin,” he suddenly let out as it suddenly came to his mind that JJ just implied he was a nerd and that nerds were virgins.

Jason really had no problem with the idea of hitting the bars with JJ. Although, he could already guess what it would be like. It will be raw, it will be JJ being JJ, there will be booze, next to no words and girls. Yeah, he was pretty sure there would be a lot of those. And inappropriate comment. He could also easily guess how it would end. With JJ and two drunken girls making the walls of his bedroom shake while he’d have another beer with a girl, sitting on his couch and waiting for it to be done. Still, Jason was ready to do it. At least once. Just to give it a try, to give JJ a chance to show him his world and see they were not compatible.

Not that he thought JJ was that dumb, but he did expect him to complain about just one painkiller. But he understood immediately. The alcohol should help with the pain too, at least for the night. Anyway, the pain wouldn’t last for days. “I’ll leave soon anyway,” he answered. The time to finish his beer and he’d be gone. Not like JJ seemed to mind.

[JJ Johnson]

Cop stories; JJ grunted as he heard that. It was definitely different, and not that nerdy, for that matter. which only made JJ feel a little more disgruntled. He didn't want to really accept that things didn't fit into the very narrow box in which he wanted them to fit in. As far as he was concerned, all nerds were the same, all jocks were the same, and that was the way things were supposed to be.

As for Jason's virginity: "Nah, I figure you probably lost it already," admitted JJ, waving a hand dismissively. "All those hot wannabe female doctors? you had to be swimming in pussy in college, man," JJ chuckled. He hadn't actually gone to college himself, since he'd always known he was heading into the military as soon as he got old enough. He always figured that he would've gotten plenty of college girls though. Hell, he did pretty good with them now, and he'd certainly done well with them back when he'd been younger.

JJ had settled back into the couch, all the alcohol and pain killers and his own low starting to really affect him. JJ was tough, obviously, but he was also human, well, mostly, deep down or whatever. He thought he heard Jason say that he was gonna leave soon, and JJ just sort of waved his hand. "Yeah, whatever," he said, yawning, 'you know where the door is," this last was nearly mumbled as JJ settled in, sleep creeping up on him. His eyelids were already starting to flutter, and he didn't seem to care that this meant essentially ignoring his guest. JJ being JJ, he also shoved his hand down the front of his boxers, first itching and then just sort of settling in, clearly enjoying having it there way too much.

[Jason Campbell]

Jason was confident enough in himself not to really care was JJ thought of him. If he wanted to believe Jason was some sort of nerd, well, Jason would not disagree. He’d say intellectual himself but he could understand how both seemed very much the same to JJ. He must have bullied them equally at school anyway. He also didn’t really care whether JJ thought he was a virgin or not. Sure, his ego didn’t like that. It was insulting that someone might imply he was a virgin at his age. But at the same time, it would be far more insulting had it not been JJ who said it in his macho tone of voice. Then again, he admitted assuming Jason was not.

“You have no idea,” Jason replied to his comment about college girls. He let the man decide how to take that comment. Jason had never been a sex-craved rabbit but of course he tried things in college. It was kind of the whole point of going to college: to study and do the mistakes people would still forgive you for because you were young. Smoking some pot at twenty, to try, didn’t seem as reprehensible as still doing it in your thirties. Yet, it was still illegal, no matter the age. But you always were more indulgent with the younger people. Sometimes, it was unfair.

Obviously JJ had already forgotten about Jason, or stopped caring. He would soon fall asleep and judging by what his hand decided to go, Jason came to the conclusion it was time to make his leave. He finished his beer, grabbed the empty bottles left in the living room. He didn’t have to but he still brought them in the kitchen. He grabbed some paper and scribbled down a message to JJ. Basically to call if there was any pain in the morning. Not that he expect there to be, except perhaps for a headache but it was entirely JJ’s fault. He also reminded him to take it easy and to come see him for the tests. And he left another pill on top of the paper. He wasn’t sure if JJ would bother reading it and even less to do as he wrote. But it made him less responsible should anything happen, because he did warn him.

As JJ said, he knew where the door was and he left through it, leaving the man on the couch doing... well he didn’t want to think about what he could be doing with his hand right now. His bed was calling him anyway, it was time to head home.

[and I’d say it’s the end?]