Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs.

AN: My first Scrubs fan fiction! I just love the show, love it to death! J.D is just to cool!! So Yeh. Will be JDA! I am so addicted to JDA, don't know why.

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Sometimes I feel that I can predict the future.

I first realized that I possessed this very awesome gift when I was twelve and predicted that Dan would lead me to the wrong school. I was right of course, though I must have had extra special abilities because my prediction on Dan's ability to navigate came true every year.

My most amazing prediction that I have ever had was much greater than my first simple discovery. It came to me the first moment that I set foot in Sacred Heart. As my foot connected with the pavement it suddenly struck me. One day, I would own a scooter. And just as I had predicted it, it had come…

J.D's trail of thought was broke for a moment as he gazed down at his lovely Sasha, so sleek and sexy, the kind of girl he had always wanted in his life, motorized or not. The engine purred as he flew over the roads.

…My most current prediction had actually occurred this morning just as I had woke up, springing on my conscious like those insanely creepy furry things from Gremlins. My prediction was this: today would be a good day. And just like every other prediction, this one would come true…

He coughed as a bug flew into my mouth, thankfully spitting it out before he swallowed it

…I wondered for a moment what happened to bugs when they were swallowed, did they just fly around in the stomach, waiting for the chance to fly out through the esophagus. Or perhaps the innocent bug was horribly burned alive by the acids, alone and suffering, wishing that it didn't have to end so tragically.

Shrugging, J.D focused once again on the road and watched as the hospital loomed just ahead, waiting for more patients to swallow. Veering Sasha into the parking lot he let her hum for a moment before turning the engine off and removing the helmet. Shouldering his backpack he checked his pager before turning towards the doors to the hospital.

Walking towards the door (a slight skip in his step), he thought about all the good things that were sure to come. Perhaps Doctor Cox woke up on the good side of bed and was ready to accept him into his arms.

Doctor Cox exits the doors towards J.D, a look of determination on his face. He stops before him and then bursts into a huge smile, spreading his arms wide and laughing. J.D jumps into the air and lands gracefully, launching himself into the man's arms. He watches (as if in slow motion) as Dr. Cox's face falls and reaches for J.D's outstretched neck.

A shudder passed through his body as he imagined the scene, his hands rub at his neck where Dr. Cox's would have 'been'. He lowers his hands as a voice from behind him interrupted his musings.

"Vanilla-bear!"

Turning around quickly he answer Turk smoothly, "Chocolate-bear."

A groan of frustration brought his attention to Carla who was rolling her eyes and crossing her arms over her chest.

She paused, letting the tension sink in before speaking, "you do realize that you are referring to each other as ice-cream flavored animals?"

Turk turned to Carla, speaking as he did, "Oh, come on Baby, I haven't seen my Vanilla-bear for a while! He deserves a proper greeting."

J.D watched as Carla unfolded her arms and continued walking towards the hospital, calling as she did, "You saw him this morning!

Turk stared after her for a while before snapping out of his trance. He turned to J.D waving his finger back and forth pointing to himself and J.D before saying, "She just, so, doesn't get it."

J.D formed a west side sign with his hand and spoke as he followed Turk, who had begun to head towards the door, "I hear dat."

Catching up with Turk he changed his pace so that his footsteps matched his friends perfectly. The two doctors grinned to each other as they walked through the sliding doors.

"You two look stupid."

How dare this person make fun of the perfectly synchronized walk!

J.D snapped his gaze around to the offender. The Janitor leant against the walk, a crowbar in his hand. Somehow having half of his body emerged in shadow, making him look all the more terrifying.

I wonder how he does that.

Taking a deep breath he glanced and Turk for support. The surgeon gave him a pointed look.

Stepping forward, J.D raised his chin up high as he spoke, "I'll have you know that our walk is extremely popular with the ladies."

The Janitor examined the bar and spoke, "what do they do, throw panties at you or something?"

Turk stepped beside J.D and smiled proudly, "they giggle and watch."

The Janitor raised himself off the wall, slapping the bar into his other hand as he did so, "yeah, that's because you look stupid."

Nah, the ladies love it.

J.D smiled and spoke, "I'll have you know Janitor that I have scored with this walk."

Hah!

The Janitor froze for amount, as if in deep thought. J.D smiled to Turk, pleased with his winning.

The doctors turned and were about to walk when the Janitor spoke again, "what… you'll just call me Janitor for the rest of my life. So the two high class doctors don't think I'm good enough for a proper name…. So that's the way it is now."

"I never said that!"

"But you were implying it."

"…how do you know th…"

"Dudes!" The two arguing pair turned to Turk. He motioned to J.D in the direction of the elevator.

J.D, glad for the excuse to leave, turned quickly and walked away, the Janitors voice following them down the corridor.

"You can find my name of my tombstone when I die!"

Once in the elevator and ignoring the middle aged couple beside him, J.D said, "Thanks, ma Chocolate-bear."

Turk grinned and flicked up an imaginary collar, "No problem, Vanilla-bear. I got your back."

Yep, I must be psychic.

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I had never really noticed how clean these floors were.

J.D stared at it for a moment.

I wonder if they're shiny enough to see my reflection in.

Looking both ways down the corridors he waited until it was only himself, Doug and Ted. Smiling to himself he dropped onto his hands and knees, peering at the floor closely.

Man I look good.

"Don't tell me, Maria….Your looking for your dignity. Oh, but I guess I'm going to have to go and get you a microscope because it is just so small at the moment that even those little girly eyes wont be able to see them. And I know it must be a grueling search but try not to get to close to the floor or, god forbid, you might actually ruin those eye lash implants you spent all summer selling brownies to pay for."

Damn. How does he get here without me noticing him?

Standing up slowly, J.D thought up a quick excuse, "I w-was searching for my….penny..."

Dr. Cox stared at him for a moment, crossing his arms on his chest as he did so.

"And here I thought you were scared of pennies."

How does he know!

Turning to the counter beside him, Dr. Cox picked up a chart, peering at it closely as he spoke absentmindedly, "Newbie, do you actually work here or do you just stick around so that Barbie will pull her head out of those annoying bangs and notice you."

J.D leant on the counter next to him, grinning as he did so, "Well Dr. Cox, it is actually my lunch break."

The man shook his head in disbelief and he watched the young Doctor, "And you spend those few precious moments of freedom staring at yourself on the floor, which, might I add, is probably coated with every known human excretion you could possibly find."

J.D paused for a moment before speaking, "Actually, it's surprisingly clean."

Dropping his chart, Dr. Cox growled, "Well since you have nothing else to do, and don't tell me you do because I know you don't, you're going to check up on Mrs. Bringsley with me."

With him? Maybe he really does acknowledge me. I knew there was a marshmallow inside that dark chocolate. Yummy…

Smiling brightly, J.D trailed behind Dr. Cox, eventually entering the patient's room. A middle aged woman lay on the bed, unconscious and covered in numerous fresh wounds. A bandage covered her head.

Dr. Cox paused for a moment, flicking his nose subconsciously before speaking, "She's stabilized at the moment. She was in a car crash this morning, and …unfortunately for her she suffered a pretty bad case of Hematoma and has a ruptured blood vessel. In 3 days if she isn't any awake, we're going to transfer her to another room, one for comatose patients aaannddd that would be courtesy of that prince of evil who rules this god forsaken hell whole."

…For one small moment I realized that Dr. Cox was in his most vulnerable position. As much as he may boast of his medical skills…we both knew that we couldn't help her. There was nothing he could do…

Turning around quickly, his arms still resting on his chest, he pointed a finger at J.D,

"What I want you to do is tell her husband of her condition. And also… tell him that she may suffer brain damage."

I'm a doctor not a bus boy. Though being a bus would be fun…

Frowning, J.D quickly replied, "I understand if you're worried …but I shouldn't have to be the one to break the news, she's your patient."

Dr. Cox threw up his arms and rubbed his eyes, "Boo hoo hoo. For god's sake Newbie, grow a pair. I'm not worried. Do you honestly think that one patient who's in a critical condition can faze me? I've had more people die on me than you have had on turn downs and believe me that is a lot!"

Fidgeting with the bottom of his chart J.D look downed at his shoes as Dr. Cox continued, "The only reason why you are going to tell Mr. Bringsley about his wife is because I want to eat sometime today."

Spluttering, J.D looked up from his shoes, "That's pretty heartless; to throw a patient off for a meal you can have in a few minutes."

Stepping closer to J.D, Dr. Cox spoke in a low voice, "Newbie, do you honestly think that I really care about you think because if I had I would asked your advice on French plaits long long long time ago. When are you going to get this through your head Violet? I don't care about your little thoughts, I don't care about your life and I really just don't care about you. In fact, I would be surprised if anyone really does, I'm sure you just whip out those doe eyes and just hypnotize everyone into believing that things really do go on in that head of yours, other than of course the pink lollipops and boys bands that I'm sure are circulating every second of the day."

Feeling his heart drop painfully, J.D tried to force out a sentence, "b-but…I…."

Still glaring, the older man tossed his chart onto a nearby chair and spoke again, "Now I want you to get that scrawny ass of yours out and over to Mr. Bringsley before I kick you there."

Gulping, J.D turned slowly around and walked out of the room. He scuffed his shoes gently on the clean floor as he wondered down the busy corridor.

Maybe his brother had been right. Psychics are just phonies.

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"I'm so sorry; we did all we could to save her…"

The man clasped his hands in front of him as he leant further forward in the chair. He spoke quietly, making it hard for him to be heard over the hustle and bustle of the hospital, "I'm glad…that she's at least…alive..."

Suspecting that the man needed some personal time, J.D shook his hand and quickly left, planning on finally heading to the cafeteria for some lunch.

It really is amazing how quickly someone's life can change, whether it's from his own actions, or the actions of others. When my mother and father divorced, they probably had no idea how much it would effect me and Dan's life. I probably got the worst end of the bargain, Dan being at least big enough to defend himself from the countless boyfriends that mum had.

J.D sighed as he thought back on his childhood.

…It had never really been anything big, sometimes I would say too much…or annoy the wrong guy and before I'd know it, I'd be sobbing to Dan about how much I hated the new guy, not that I would tell him what really happened. I'm sure that he suspected though, it must have been pretty hard to miss. None of them really did…those things…to me. It was more of the punches, slaps, kicks…nothing…too damaging…I had kept it from my friends for ages and I had not planned on revealing anything for a long time.

"Frick!"

Ah, here comes Elliot.

He watched as she ran to every side of the corridor, panting franticly and a pencil behind her ear. Watching Elliot stress out always made him stressed out; it was like her weirdness was contagious.

J.D walks with Elliot out to the parking lot in a big lock in suit, holding his oxygen bottle in one hand and his extra plastic gloves in the other.

"Hey, J.D! Are you still here?"

Shrugging out of his day-dream he noticed that she was now in front of him, though still panting like she had run a marathon.

"Hey Elliot. Can I talk to you for a moment?"

She is definitely the best person to connect with about Dr. Cox. Only she is as self conscious as I am.

She tucked a loose strand of her behind her ears as she answered, "I'm really really sorry J.D but I've just lost my pager which means that Dr. Cox is probably going to yell and me and then eventually Dr. Kelso will have me fired and then I'll have my income cut off and I'll have to move in with my mum which is the worst thing I could ever do because my self esteem will drop to a new time low and you know that I can't have that happen because I have finally got it up and then my father will tell me, once again, that I'm a failure and I'll have to clean out the bathrooms as punishment and I really don't want to have to do that! "

How does she do that without breathing…?

"Um…okay…well, I guess I'll see you later then…hope your search goes well."

She quickly scuttled off in the opposite direction, speaking loudly to herself as she did so.

Watching her go, he felt a yawn settle over him and realized that he was incredibly tired. Making a quick decision, J.D decided to skip lunch and take a nap, even if it would only be fifteen minutes long.

After all, a nap can make everyone happy!

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AN: Ahh, first chapter. I hope that everyone is in character…so tell me how it is so far!