AN: Howdy, Kats and Kittens! How go things, eh? Okay, quick note -- if you're reading this, it means you've hopefully read the first part of this epic journey, My Newbie's Suicide. If you haven't read it, well, this isn't going to make much sense, now is it? So . . . GO READ IT, YEA? Good. :)

Anywho, moving on. If you have read the first part, then please enjoy this very, very, very late first chapter of the second part (not sure how many there will be yet . . . hopefully more than just the two if I can get my brain to screw in right).

And a bit of info you'll need to know: Yes, it's a crossover with The Dresden Files, but please don't be discouraged from reading it if you haven't seen the show! You don't have to know much, except that Harry Dresden is a wizard and that Bob is his teacher/friend, who is a cursed ghost trapped on earth and bound to his own skull (Shweet, eh?).

So enjoy, Ladies and Gents!

Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Scrubs. I do not own the characters of the television show Scrubs. I do not own the television show The Dresden Files. I do not own the characters of the television show The Dresden Files.

Chapter One:

0 o One Year Later o 0

The feeling Perry woke to that fateful morning could only be described as a looming sense that something life-altering was going to happen. Judging by the cold lump dwelling in the pit of his stomach, it was not going to be a good "life-altering" event. He sighed, staring at the ceiling for near ten minutes before the form beside him began to stir restlessly.

JD's breathing quickened, a low moan emitting from the back of his throat as his fingers gripped the fabric of the comforter tightly. His head moved from side to side, and he began to cough violently, gasping for air as if he could not get enough into his lungs.

"P-Perry," he choked, his fingers now splayed and searching. Perry sat up immediately, taking JD's hand and holding it tight.

"JD?" He called softly, running his free hand through the young man's dark, soft locks. He loved the feel of JD's hair in the morning -- no sticky, crusty hair product yet in it, no wet stiffness from a morning shower yet tainting it. "JD, wake up. You're okay. You're having a nightmare."

With a lung-bursting breath, JD, suddenly, jerked into a sitting position, his eyes wide and searching wildly -- a look that Perry had seen many mornings since that night one year ago in the cemetery, when he had pulled JD from his own grave. It was a look of desperation, of helplessness, of no hope. It was a look that Perry hated more than anything, especially on the face of his lover.

The older man gently placed a hand on JD's bare shoulder, causing him to jump and pull away, turning to him with eyes that reminded Perry of the caged animals at the local zoo.

"JD?" He tried again, looking at the young man hopefully. JD's breathing came in deep, shuddering gusts that made his chest heave painfully. The younger doctor put a hand over the center of his torso, wincing as his heart gave a sharp pain.

"Perry?" He wheezed breathlessly, looking down as the other man entwined their fingers.

"Yea," Perry rasped, swallowing hard as he put his other hand over the one on JD's chest to feel the younger's heartbeat. It was abnormally fast, but it was something they were both used to and something they could handle.

"It's okay, JD. It was just the dream again . . . You were having another attack in your sleep."

Anxiety attacks. They had started not long after JD had moved in with Perry a couple of weeks after the incident -- a result of the nightmares, which occurred almost every night. The nights that they didn't happen were probably worse, however. JD would stare at the ceiling all night, alone with his thoughts and memories. Sometimes he could still feel the gaping cuts on his arms, and he would rub them raw until he felt something -- anything -- other than that cold, hollow feeling.

"Oh," JD said in a small voice, wiping the sweat from his face with the back of his hand.

"I'll get your pills," Perry offered, beginning to stand, but JD's grip on his hand only tightened.

"No," the young man said desperately, swallowing hard and pulling Perry to him. "No, just . . . just sit here a minute . . . Just for a minute." He buried his face in the crook of Perry's neck, and the older man wrapped his arms around him, stringing his fingers through the other's hair.

"Okay," he nodded, pressing his lips to JD's temple and feeling the slight fever. "All right. We'll just . . . sit here for a moment. You'll be fine. You'll be just fine."

Comforting words, even if they weren't true. JD was not fine. In fact, he was getting worse everyday, and Perry began to fear for his young lover's sanity. If JD were to live like that much longer, there was not telling what might become of him.

The pills did nothing for JD -- only turned him into a trembling, dazed mess. He took two in the morning before breakfast and two before bedtime along with two sleeping pills that were supposed to help suppress his nightmares. Apparently, not even the strongest medication known to man -- aside from anything illegal -- was a match for the damage done by the Council.

"I'm going to take a shower," JD said, pulling Perry from his thoughts. The young man stood, shuffling towards the bathroom and rubbing at his face roughly.

"JD," Perry called, causing him to stop in the bathroom door frame and turn back to him with a sleepy, questioning look. "Maybe . . . Maybe you shouldn't go in to work today. You don't look so well."

"I always 'don't look so well,'" JD replied with a forced smirk. "I'll be fine."

"You're always 'fine'," Perry retorted, standing and heading towards him. "It's the same damn answer you give everyone else. Why do you give it to me?"

"Because it's what you keep telling me," JD argued, leaning against the door frame and crossing his arms. "'JD, you'll be fine.' 'Don't worry, JD. You're fine.' What the hell am I supposed to think? To feel?"

"You aren't the same, Newbie. You can't deny that," Perry said, stopping in front of him and reaching out to place a hand on his shoulder, but JD shrunk away further into the bathroom, grasping the doorknob tightly.

"I don't deny it, Perry," he nearly whispered. "I've even accepted it . . . It's time you did too." The young man gave a sad smile before closing the door. Perry sighed, leaning his forehead against the door and closing his eyes.

"I'm losing you, JD," he said quietly. "I can't see your eyes anymore."

Suddenly, the room felt very cold, and Perry saw his breath expel into a fine cloud of mist. He stood up straight, shivering and turned. He only had an instant to see the black shroud hovering in front of him before his vision went dark and he fell back against the door.

0 o 0 o 0

"I'm losing you , JD . . . I can't see your eyes anymore."

JD heard the words whispered through the door and nearly fell to his knees as he bit back the sob in his throat. He knew it was true.

He was fighting -- really, he was -- but he was losing. In the beginning he told himself he would win. He would win because he had Perry, because he had something to fight for. But as time progressed, his body began to wear down, his mind's defenses deteriorated. Every memory, every thought of his time beyond the grave ate away at everything he used to be.

Instead of dreams of naked women on the beach -- because he still liked women, no matter what Perry said -- he had nightmares of being locked in a casket, screaming his voice hoarse until he suffocated. He still felt the melting of his insides, the so-called "extinguishing" that the Council had nearly finished before Perry had saved him.

Perry had saved him . . . but not all of him. Something was lost that day, something important. And it changed him -- possibly beyond repair. How could he let Perry -- the man he loved and trusted -- see him like this? Weak and falling apart . . .

Suddenly, there was a thump from the other side of the door, and JD jumped, turning after a moment and opening the door carefully. Perry stood just outside, his back facing the young man.

"Perry?" JD asked cautiously, and the older man turned to him, eyebrows raised questioningly.

"Yea?" Perry replied. "Something wrong?" JD looked around the room fleetingly before centering back on the other man.

"No," he said finally, shaking his head. "Just . . . thought I heard something." He quickly closed the door again and began to undress.

0 o 0 o 0

"You sure you'll be all right today?"

Perry's words pulled JD from his thoughts, and he turned to the older man from his position in the passenger seat of the Porsche. Perry reached over behind the young man, stringing his fingers through the hair at the base of JD's head.

"Yea," JD forced a smile, "I'm fine, Per." Perry gave him a skeptical look. "Come on, don't look at me like that. I said I'll be fine."

"You don't look 'fine,' JD," the older doctor pointed out quietly. "You look-"

"We already went through this," JD sighed, craning his neck away from Perry's touch. "Please, Perry. I . . . I don't think I can handle another fight today. We've had one everyday this week already. I'm just . . . tired."

Perry was torn between keeping his eyes on the road and watching his lover intently. With an exhausted sigh, he gave in to the former, placing both hands on the wheel and stopping the vehicle as they reached an intersection that was undergoing a fairly copious amount of construction. A water pipe had burst beneath the street not three days ago and had caused quite a mess. It didn't help that they had blocked off any and all major roads needed to get to work, and the detours were practically the thirteenth circle of hell this time of morning.

JD leaned his forehead against the window as they started into the heavy traffic. The breath he expelled left a thin mist on the cool glass, and he watched it slowly dissipate, realizing too late what was heading towards them at an alarming speed.

"Perry!" He gasped, sitting up and bracing himself as a large, blue pickup truck smashed into the passenger side of the Porsche, spraying bits of glass everywhere and twisting the vehicle into the Sedan beside it. JD raised his arms in front of his face as a shield, feeling the shattered glass scratch and cut at him from all over. He chanced a glance at Perry, who seemed to be in the same position as he was. Their gaze met for only a moment before something sharp penetrated JD's eyes, and he cried out, covering them but not pressing on them -- even in the chaos, the doctor in his mind told him that any pressure on his eyes, especially if there was something in them (and there most certainly was), could only damage them further.

A sudden jolt jerked him to the side, causing him to hit his head against something hard and sharp. His body went limp, and, soon, everything was still and quiet. Before unconsciousness took him completely, he could have sworn he saw a fading white light out of the corner of his eye . . . despite the fact that they were already closed.

AN: Questions? Comments? Vague disregard for any or all words written and established in the mind of one who has no sanity?

Well, hope the first chapter is all you thought it would be, yea? Oi, took me long enough to get it posted, eh? Sorry. I've been busy with work and writing this fic. I've actually got the first four chapters finished, and I'm midway through the fifth. Yay! I don't think I've ever been so ahead in a story before.

Anyway, hope this has caught some interest. Later, Gators! Catch you on the flip side. :)