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The Perk, Wednesday Lunchtime

Elliot was armed with her laptop, an iced mint mocha, and a peanut-butter cookie. She was trying to write up some lesson plans for the fall semester -- hooray for planning ahead -- but kept getting distracted by her sudden immersion in the vast, vast world of fanfic.

She was pretty sure the story she was reading right then was anatomically impossible, but the mental picture was pretty.

[OOC: Open to all.]

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Cox was in the process of getting his personal coffee stash replinished when he spotted Elliot on her laptop. "Hey there Barbie. Updating your personal log with inane blather about how Newbie's hair is so dreamy?"

"I was not," Elliot said indignantly, as she cleverly closed out of the Casa story she had been engrossed in. "I was, ah, doing research for next term."

Of course, Dr. Cox would be right to notice her cheeks were a little pink.

"Suuuuure Barbie. That blush on your face is just your natural coloring. Much like your hair," Cox snarked.

"I do not. dye. my. hair," Elliot said. "So are you just here to insult me? Because it looks like the barista is free."

Elliot liked saying barista.

"Me? Insult you? Gosh, Barbie and here I thought we were the best of friends," Cox said settling down at Elliot's table. "So tell me blondie, what kind of course are you teaching next term? Sex Ed for Badgers?"

"They don't make badger-sized condoms," Elliot mumbled, shifting her laptop to the side. "I mean, I'm going to teach a health class and maybe biology, if I can fit it in. You're sticking around?"

Cox boggled at the badger commetn before shaking his head at her. "Concerned I'll be looking over your head Barbie? I thought you'd worked that out with your therapist. Is that going to be a problem if I stay here? Not that I care about your opinion but gosh it'll be swell to watch you continue to flounder as a teacher."

"At least I'm teaching something useful," Elliot shot back. "From the radio it soounds like your class is just about being a jerk."

"And no, I don't care if you stay or go, just trying to make conversation."

"Just a jerk? Au Contraire!" Cox said dramatically. "Tell me Blondie, what do you think some of these kids would do if they got sucked into the hands of someone like Bob Kelso? I'm just helping them realize that there's more to a situation than rolling over for someone in authority. Is that so wrong?"

"Not when you put it that way," Elliot admmitted. "But from what I've seen, most of these kids don't seem like the roll-over type. They're cool like that."

"Sure they're that way now," Cox said dropping his usual snarky demeanor for one more serious. "What happens down the road when they get a chance to move ahead at their little job or social club but can only do it by having to stab someone in the back? Maybe pull something on a friend just so they can get in good favor with the big boss man?"

Cox shook his head. "It's easy for them now. It's the real world that'll make them change their minds and morals. And if it takes me being a jerk to remember that? Then that's what I'll do."

Elliot blinked. "Okay, that made the whole you thing almost sound noble."

Cox smirked and leaned back in his chair. "You think I was just be hard on you and Shirley because it was fun? Don't get me wrong. It was fun but in my opinion it was part of the teaching experience."

"For you," Elliot shrugged. "It's not the way I teach. Or JD. But I can kind of see your point, I guess."

"Just remember that handholdin and being nice is probably what made you and Susan end up in the utility closet every time someone coded at Sacred Heart," Cox said with a smirk.

Cox came very close to wearing Elliot's mocha. "Selective memory, Cox?" she asked.

"Well I do have this memory walking into a patients room and having you drop something just so you could pick it up in front of Lucy," Cox said. "I might have a few others I could select if you want."

Elliot blushed the color of red wine. "At least I'm not the one who left my ex-wife and baby across the country," she snapped. "I'm sure you're real proud of yourself for that one, Dr. Cox."

Cox just stares at Elliot like she grew a second head. He then shakes his head like a dog who just got soaked by a garden hose.

"Say that again Barbie? Because I think you just had a major disconnect from reality."

Elliot just stared at Cox for a minute before making a disgusted noise. "You know, Jack? Your son? Cute considering who his parents are, about yay big, likes drooling and chewing on things?"

Cox continues to stare at Elliot as though she's crazy. "Listen Barbie, I'm not sure what you've been smoking but I can Guar-ran-tee that the drug test they have at school will pick up on it. If you think that I've touched let alone reproduced with that demon from the world of pitchforks then you have truly had that nervous breakdown that we've all been making bets on since you came to the hospital."

And now Elliot is just staring at Dr. Cox. "You have, like, no memory whatsoever of your kid, do you?" she asked. "Or did Jordan seriously cut into your visitation rights?"

Cox shook his head. "Looks like that peroxide is sinking into your brain, Blondie. I. Don't. Have. A. Kid."

Then Cox starts laughing. "C'mon? Me? A Dad? Who would want to have a kid who would end up that screwed up?"

"Jordan would," Elliot said, almost gently, standing and shutting down her laptop. "If you're screwing with me, you're a very sad bitter man. If you aren't ... give her a call and ask, then tell me I'm crazy. Commit me, even, 'cause I am as serious as I knwo how to be this one."

"Can I just call you crazy now?" Cox commented getting up from the table. "Seriously Barbie you must think I'm really nuts if I'm going to call that woman willingly. Time to call that old psychologist of yours in Connecticut and get that prescription refilled. Have fun with the badgers."

And Cox walked out looking somewhat perplexed.

Clark settled down with a book about the long lost son of a pirate king growing up in Gotham, and a new discovery of his, the Mocha Frappachino.

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