Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs or the charactors. The original story, ideas, and charactors are of my imagination. Any resemblence to real people or places is coincidental.

The Big News

I rush into Sacrad Heart hospital wearing an old pair of denim jeans, a t-shirt inside out, and wind-blown hair which was standing straight up. Damn-it I said be casual, I slow my pace and attempt on overly casual walk with a fake wave to a group of residents. Casual….causal. Forget it. Who can be casual at a time like this!

I pick up the pace until I am practically running around the corner to the nurse's station.

"Hey….guys," I breathlessly pant. I have to start working out more. Not that my abs need it. They are a six-pack of….stay focused!

Elliot, Carla, and Turk turn to me. "Hi JD," they chorus.

"Kim's pregnant!" I lean on the nurse's station attempting to catch my breath.

Elliot stares at me with enlarged eyes. Carla starts crying and muttering something along the lines of congratulations and these darn hormones.

"Dude, that is not FUNNY!" Turk exclaims, "Your hair is a mess. No Hair-met today?" Turk crinkles up his face.

"No I rushed over here right from Kim's house." I straighten up now that I have caught my breath. I run my hands through my thick locks of hair. I do have fantastic, thick locks of hair. Wish I had time to comb my hair this morning.

Elliot raises her eyebrows and shakes her head, "Can we stay focused on the 'I just got my girlfriend pregnant' thing?"

"Yeah, I am NOT joking! And it gets worse…" I stare off into space.

I and Kim are uncomfortabley sitting on a tan sofa with black overstuffed pillows. Black modern lamps with pink lamp shades provide lighting. We are partly uncomfortable due to the oversized pillows pushing us off the sofa, but mostly due to the conversation.

"JD, You havn't heard a word I have said." Kim looks at me and absent mindedly plays with the tissue in her hands.

"Yes, I have," I get down on one knee and say, "Will you marry me?" Please say no, Please say no…Be the responsible one damn-it!

Kim's eyes welled up, a large tear excaping her long lashes. She grabs me and gives me a long, wet kiss and a hug. I would have enjoyd the kiss under different circumstances.

"What?" the three responded in unison again after hearing the spontaneous proposal.

Ok, they have to stop doing that! "I did," I confessed, "It was either that or ask if the baby was mine. I thought that would be tactless." Is the baby mine? Of course it is, I am a doctor and I know how babies are made…"

"It has to be mine, right?" I am now a little worried.

Dr. Cox walks by the nurse's station his head in a chart.

"Yes Bambi, it would have to be yours. Why would you think such a thing? You can't go around just proposing to girls just because you get them pregnant. Marriage is about love…," Carla begins to tell me what I should do. Elliot nods her head in agreement.

"Ehh-x-cuuse me! Did I just hear what I think I heard?" Dr. Cox takes three steps back and stands behind me. Cox folds his arms on his chest, "Well, now Theresa, this could go down in the history books. You finally grew a pair and knocked a girl up! Then you proposed to her in hopes that would, just a sec," Makes invisible quotation marks, "fix everything". Dr Cox walks away laughing and muttering to himself.

I am just going to ignore him. I have more pressing things to take care of. Like my hiar, God how does it stand straight up like that? I attempt once again to flatten the locks. The baby, the proposal, what am I going to do? Panic begins to take over.

"So, guys what do I do?"