Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs, so don't sue.

Warnings: AU, M/M slash, Mpreg(because I love it and don't see enough), and Fluff. T to be safe.

A/N: This popped into my head on Saturday and showed me where this story is going. I've left some things vague for a reason. Enjoy!

'I remember.'

I remember when he found out, boy was he pissed at you. I'm still not sure if it was because you didn't tell him or because he still thinks I'd make a good match for his son. You deny it but I know that you got angry when he started yelling. I still don't recommend your shutting-people-up method. Even if it is fun.

I'm not sure how long the kiss lasted, but all was quiet when it ended. And then you told him that what we did behind closed doors was nobody's business but ours. He agreed, but on the condition that you had to deal with all people who had a problem with us. I still think it's funny that he didn't get what you said, or what he agreed too. It's kind of nice to know that my brain isn't the only one affected by our kiss.

'I remember.'

I remember when she finally found out. We all suddenly became Doctor's. Dr. this and Dr. that. She became all professional and Turk ended up sleeping on the couch. She was even mad at Laverne for a while for telling her she had suspected something. I'm glad you were finally able to get her to listen to us. And that I could talk you out of buying a new couch. But I think we should keep that one between us. Forever.

'I remember.'

I remember when he found out about the baby. He wasn't really mad, just scared. After all, Carla wanted to start a family right away. He didn't think he was ready for any of it. I just wish that I could have convinced you of that before you… uh… did what you did. I'm glad that you two talked things out. You may not like to admit it, but I'm glad that you care for my friends. And family. Oops, sorry Dan.

'I remember.'

I remember when he came to town. He drove you up one wall and down another. But in the end, you got it. And maybe I'm wrong, but I think that you might have yearned for a little of that kind of love by the time he left. I'm still trying to show you that you do have it.

'I remember.'

I remember when she found out. I don't think that I've ever been that scared of someone. I know now that I was wrong about that. But hindsight is usually 20/20. Right? I'm just glad things started to get better after we talked. Not like we had much of a choice in the matter. I would still like to meet whoever the hell thought it was funny for the two of us to be stuck in an elevator together.

'I remember.'

I remember when she found out. I knew she couldn't accept it. But I was stupid and thought that time would give insight. That was just wishful thinking on my part, especially after everything that we'd been through. I just wish that I could have seen something. Like he did.

'I remember.'

I remember when he saved us. How he helped me to save you. I freaked. He kept me sane when I was falling apart. It doesn't really shock me, like I know it probably should. He cleaned everything up. You wouldn't know what had been there unless you'd seen it. He did a good job. I wish he could do the same for that memory.

'I remember.'

I remember it. I see it when I have to go into the locker room. Even though it's all gone, it's still there. I still see the way your blood had splattered on the floor, the pools it left behind as it gushed out of the wounds she had made. Sometimes I think I'll wake up and you'll be gone. You'll be gone and I'll be alone because I freaked out and failed to put enough pressure on the wounds. Because Carla and I couldn't get you to Turk fast enough. Because Turk couldn't do what he does best. So you see don't you?

"You see why I need you to wake up? I'll tell you even if you do know. We've got good memories, but a lot of shitty ones too. I need you to wake up and tell me that it's going to be okay, that we're going to make a ton of great memories to outweigh the shitty ones that have cropped up. Damn it Perry! It's been five weeks! I need to see your eyes, and not because somebody's shining a light in them. I just need to see you looking at me. All that other stuff, it can wait. Just please look at me!"

'I remember.'

I remember when a hand rose to wipe away the tears. How it cupped my cheek and forced to look up at you. But the thing I remember most? You looking back at me.

A/N: I've been thinking about this and trying to get it perfect since Saturday. More than likely I may add more memories, but for now this is just a one-shot. This does go with my story The Bloody Battle. And I should have the next chapter of that out tomorrow, but this wouldn't leave me alone so it got first priority. Reviews are love.