"Yeah, I can't do it..." I mumbled, putting down the needle.

"Well sure you can," Dr Cox muttered and I rolled my eyes.

"I know you want me to do this...and I know it's in my best interests...but I don't think I want to do this..." I whispered.

Dr. Cox stood behind me, his hard gaze searching my face. I knew that look; I'd seen it so many times. Of course, we'd had this conversation so many times too. He took the needle from my hand and put it on the table.

"I'm sorry then," he stalked into his room, flicking his nose irritably.

"Urgh!" I groaned, falling into the couch.

"Dad doesn't like it when we do that," my older brother – Jack - said, closing the door behind him.

"Dad doesn't like it when we do anything that isn't medical related," I whined, just as Jordan walked in.

"Hey Mum," Jack grinned charmingly, his dimples lighting up his face.

"Oh honey, I told you not to call me mum unless we're in company. It's Jordan," she partially snapped.

"Right," Jack sighed "Is Dad home?"

"Jack! I just told you not to call us Mum and Dad unless we're in company. God, what is substituting the brain you claim to have?" Jordan scolded again. "Oh, that's right – you stepped in your father's footsteps – the annoyingly stupid career path of a doctor,"

I shook my head – she was getting more sarcastic and emotionally violent each day.

"He's in his room," I mumbled, "Probably fuming,"

"What, why?" Jordan's sarcasm was gone in an instant. Before I could answer, she was on the couch, glaring at me. "Did you have an argument about being a doctor again? This argument has gone on too long Jennifer. God damnit, Perry get in here,"

There was no reply from the bedroom and Jordan sighed.

"He drives me insane sometimes..." he growled and stomped into the room in a way that only my mother could, before the door slammed behind her.

"And cue the yelling," Jack sighed,

And there it was. There's nothing worse than hearing the constant debate between your parents - especially when you're the one that caused it. Jack grabbed my hand and led me outside, shutting the door so the yelling was muffled slightly.

"So...you really don't want to become a doctor, do you?" he said softly and I nodded. "Why?"

"I want...to explore first...I don't know if this is what I want to do. I mean, I couldn't even poke a sewing needle through a tomato," I sighed

Jack nodded with a grin.

"I was like that...don't let dad get to you...he's got a lot of stress and he's pissed that JD and Elliot are moving...he kinda really liked Sam and you know he loves..."

His mobile started to ring and he held a finger up, pressing the answer button and holding it to his ear.

"Talk to me," his face lit up, "Oh, how you been? No...you're not? What? That's amazing! Fantastic even. Yeah, I'll see you soon,"

I raised my eyebrows at him in a silent demand to know what was going on.

"They're not moving. Sam talked to JD about Izzy,"

"Say no more," I grinned and then put my hand up, listening closely.

"They've stopped yelling..." I said softly.

"Make up sex?"

I grimaced and nodded after listening for a few more moments.

"Come on, let's go out for something to eat. They can...ugh," he put his arm around my shoulder with a grin.

He was the coolest big brother I could ask for. We walked downstairs to his new yet totally lame scooter.

"Did you buy that from JD?" I asked, glaring at it.

"He calls it Sasha. After Kim moved and he got full custody of Sam, and then ya know, him and Elliot got together and they..."

"Long story short, they needed a family car and JD didn't need...'Sasha', anymore," I asked.

Seriously, he rambled on too much. Maybe he spent too much time around JD.

"Well, yeah," he mumbled. He passed me a helmet and motioned for me to climb on.

"That's all you had to say," I climbed on behind him, wrapping my arms around his waist.

"Careful there...people are going to start thinking we're a couple," he said and I chuckled.

"You know how much you sound like dad?" I laughed and he flicked his nose and folded his arms, a stern look on his face.

"Now Jennifer, if he heard you talking like that about him, he'd insist you call him Perry," Jack laughed back.

"If I called him Perry, he'd shoot me," I said

"So where do you want to go?"

"Surprise me..." he nodded and started the scooter.

We cruised down the street, stopping in front of my favourite restaurant.

"You sure Jacky boy?" I grinned and he smacked me in the face gently.

"Don't call me that," he lowered his hand and headed into the restaurant.

I followed him in and we picked a booth, sliding in and sitting opposite to each other.

"So little sis, what's been going on with you lately?" he asked, briefly glancing at the menu.

"Oh...not much...just, ya know, taking life as it comes," I answered, not bothering to look at the menu. I knew what I wanted.

"Sweet sixteen's coming up soon," he commented and I nodded casually. "Oh come on, you cannot tell me you're not excited,"

I sighed deeply. This wasn't how to afternoon was supposed to turn out.

"Look...I'm sick okay,"

Jack sat up from his slouched position, his eyes wide.

"What's wrong? Should I call the ambos?"

"Jack, calm down." I whispered, and he took a breath. "If you're gonna make it as a doctor, you gotta remain calm,"

He nodded and sat back in his seat, waiting to hear me out. This was going to be difficult.

"Before I was born, I already had problems. After I was born, I had plenty of problems. I'm just getting over these problems," I said, keeping my voice low, my eyes trained on the deep mahogany table.

"So...what's the problem?" he managed to suppress a grin.

I leaned back in my chair, looking at the ceiling.

"I'm going to continue having these problems. Probably for the rest of my life...and once, JD told me that dad said the same thing. He said...'any baby that has surgery before birth will have problems," I looked away from his reaction.

He let out a suppressed lungful of air, pursing his lips. "What kind of problems are we talking about?"

"I'm always sick...haven't you noticed. I missed over twenty days of one term. Mum doesn't know – I never show her any of my reports. She leaves during the day, you and dad go to the hospital and I leave and start heaving in the back of an alley...and then I wait around for a while until it passes. If I feel better, I go to school, if not, I stay in that alley until I find the strength to get home," Tears clouded my eyes, blurring my vision. My voice was low, but it broke in several times during my explanation. "I don't know if this is from what happened before I was born, but it's happening now. And I don't know what to do,"

"Oh god you're an idiot." He said simply and it broke me.

I sobbed, and Jack took my hand, leading me from the restaurant. We walked down an abandoned street, barely illuminated by the streetlamps that lined the empty road.

"How come you're not sick at home?" I gave him a minute to rethink his question, shooting him a look. I could see his mind reeling at all the times I'd disappeared into the bathroom or into my room. "Oh..."

I nodded as we walked, reaching the end of the street.

"I think you should tell dad," he said softly

"No."

"Turk?"

"No."

"Elliot?"

"Oh god no..."

"...JD...?"

I paused, thinking hard. I hated this feeling, every single day. If JD could make it better...

"Okay..." I nodded and hugged him tightly. "Can you ask him for me?"

Jack rolled his eyes and grinned his dimpled grin.

A/N: I love Scrubs :D So this is the next generation of kids - and incase you get confused :P

Cox

Born in Season 2 (2003) – Jack is now 20

Born in Season 6 (2007) - Jennifer is now 16

Turk

Born in Season 6 (2007) - Izzy is now 16

Born in Season 9 (2011) – Sofia* is now 13

Dorian

Born in Season 7 (2008) – Sam is now 15

Born in Season 9 (2011) – Lily* is now 13

*Both Sofia and Lily were made up names, because we never actually get the names :P

Lily is from Elliot's mother, and Sofia sounds pretty :D