Title: In The Days Before The End
Summary: It was a last stand, the desperate try of a broken people as we watched our leader dissolve in a flurry of golden particles. This world, our world, is ending, but with the new year will come a new beginning, a change in the war and hopefully a change in time.
Disclaimer: I don't own anything you recognize!
Author's Note: I had this idea after depleting the Scrubs fanfiction archive. I love time travel and have wanted to write my own fic for a while. I know I should be working on my Start Trek 2009 series but after reading 'My Trigger' (really good and you should totally read it) my muse threatened to plan a mutiny unless I got this down on paper. So far I have the first couple chapters written and will try to post every Sunday (Japan Standard Time).
In The Days Before The End
Chapter One –My Bloody Mistake
The word ended. No brimstone or fire, no, it was the kind of end that lurked in the shadows, biding its time before striking when you are unaware. The darkness came and the war for our freedom began. The most unassuming man become our leader and we rose up to fight. We lost the war before we even started.
No one knows where the enemy came from; another planet, another galaxy, another universe. From the start we were outnumbered and outgunned, and the government gave up. Submitted to our attackers and told the world that they had to as well.
He rose up to head the rebellion and we followed without question. Almost nineteen years of war and we have lost so much more than we have won. It was a last stand, a desperate try as we watched our leader dissolve in a flurry of golden particles.
Now all we can do is hope, something we haven't dared do in a long time, that this war will not happen again. I hear bombs, laser fire and screaming. They've found the bunker, but they will never find him. John Michael Dorian is long gone and none of us will ever tell where to. The cyanide tablets in our pockets and guns on our belts will make sure we don't go down without a fight. John, for he had long stopped being JD; the klutzy intern we knew and loved, will succeed. We have to believe, because everything will change. This world, our world, is ending and there is nothing we can do about it. With the new year will come a new beginning, a change in the war and hopefully a change in time.
- 2025 31st December 23:5, From The Journal of Carla Espinosa-Turk
"JD! JD! Wake up!" The voice was loud and a hand shook my shoulder.
I woke abruptly, jumping out of my bed and in one swift move, automatic from almost two decades of practice, the heel of my hand smashed into my attackers face, a cracking noise signaled a broken nose. I swept their feet from under them and pinned them to the ground, knee on the back of their neck and their arms wrenched backwards, just a little more pressure and they would have popped out of their sockets.
I reached for the gun that was always attached to my hip, even in sleep. Years of both psychological and physical conditioning had taught me to shoot first and ask questions later. My hand grasped empty air. I panted hard, why was I so out of shape? I shouldn't even have been winded. Where was my gun? Someone screamed as the light switched on. It was bright, much brighter than it should have been. I hadn't seen a light this bright since, - memories of tearful goodbyes came back slowly - since before the war.
Before the war. Hell, it had worked.
The figure under me groaned and I looked to the direction that I remembered the door to be and like a ghost from the past stood Carla Espinosa (not yet Turk). She was missing the peppering of gray hairs and the hardened look and I bet she was missing the scar on her thigh, but it was her.
I tried to slow my breathing. My heartbeat was fast and furious, both from adrenaline and physical exertion that my younger self was unused to. I looked down at the man, for it was definitely a man, under me already knowing who I would see. Turk.
"Bambi?" Carla's voice was hesitant and she looked startled. I couldn't really blame her. Christ I hadn't been called Bambi over a decade.
"Dude, gef off be!" Turk's voice was muffled by both the carpet and his broken nose.
"Sorry!" I jumped up. Usually it would have served him right for surprising me and then not blocking fast enough, but this Turk probably didn't even know what end of the gun the bullet came out of, let alone that waking me up was something best done in a non-tactile way.
As soon as I was off him Carla rushed forwards, grabbing a box of tissues from my dresser as she swept past. She knelt at Turk's side. He was sitting up, one hand probing his nose to search for the break and the other trying to catch the abundant amount of blood dripping down his face.
"JD, whab the heck was thab?!" The look in Turk's eyes clearly said that he thought I had finally gone off the deep end.
"Uh..." I had no idea what to say.
"Hey! I'm JD from the future here to stop an alien invasion. I'm sorry that I fractured your nose and almost dislocated both of your shoulders. They're going to be really sore tomorrow by the way. After three years of fighting I enacted a shoot first ask questions later policy. Yeah, 'cause I'm the leader of a nation wide group of rebels against our alien overlords!" That would go over real well. If I was lucky they might even let me use a fork in my white room!
"Bambi, you were having some kind of nightmare, screaming your head off, I sent Turk to wake you up and the next thing I hear is him yelp." She ignored Turk's glare.
"Dude, that mus hab been some nightbare!" Turk exclaimed. "I thon't yelp." He muttered under his breath and I barely stifled and chuckle.
"Yeah, nightmare..." I agreed unenthusiastically, more like memory. "Here let me look at your face." I tried to keep the order out of my voice, but old habits die hard and it came out sounding more like an order and less like the suggestion that I had meant it to be.
I leaned forward and pressed on the side of my friend's nose, searching for the break. It was a clean fracture that would heal in weeks, nothing to worry about.
"Ouch! What the hell, JD! Are you trying to break it again?!" I was reminded that the man in front of me was not the Turk that I was used to. The Turk that I was familiar with would have stuffed the tissues up his nose and gone on with his day. This Turk though, the one sitting in front of me, was a civilian and he whined about having to go to the hospital on his day off. Days off? I hadn't had a day (or night for that matter) off in god knows how long.
"It's a Type One nasal fracture, Turk nothing to worry about."
"Nothing to worry about?! Are you kidding me? Dude you broke my nose! Where the heck did you learn to do that?" Turk didn't look angry, just surprised and confused. I didn't blame him.
"Movie." I said, knowing how lame it sounded even as it came out. Turk seemed to fall for it but Carla looked suspicious.
"Come on baby, let's go to the hospital." She said to Turk and turned to me. "Bambi, get dressed you're coming with us, your shift starts in an hour." She turned and walked out the door. Turk, who followed behind her, looked back once before disappearing as well.
I walked over to shut the door, stripped down to my underwear and looked at myself in the mirror. It was like looking at a picture. Gone was the sprinkling of gray in my hair, not that I was complaining, I lacked crow's feet and stress lines around my eyes, the three inch scar that had graced my upper lip was gone and I was clean shaven. The scrawny kid that looked out at me didn't look like he would last a minute in the war I knew was coming. Yet somehow he would, against all odds, become a leader of men. Though young and new the boy in the mirror was me, there was no doubt about it.
I looked around the room. There was no smoke in the air and it smelled clean, no smells of sweaty bodies or blood, it was my room… If I could only remember where I kept my clothes.
Author's Note: I hope it wasn't too confusing... I know JD is out of character. He is supposed to be. After almost twenty years of war he wouldn't be the same. Of course he is still JD and how he become how he is will be explained. Please don't flame! If you have questions feel free to ask. Please review! Reviews inspire me so much!
THIS IS REALLY IMPORTANT! I HAD TO CHANGE THE YEARS AROUND SO THAT I COULD FIT IN THE TIME TRAVEL. INSTEAD OF HAVING JD BEING AN INTERN IN 2001 HE IS IN 2006. HE IS TWENTY SIX IN 2006 AND ABOUT FOURTY FIVE WHEN HE GETS SENT TO THE PAST. THE WAR BEGINS JANUARY FRIST 2007 AND HE ARIVES IN THE PAST ON JANUARY FRIST 2006. ALL THE EVENTS OF THE SERIES AFTER EPISODE TEN DON'T EXIST YET BECAUSE IN JD'S TIMLINE THE WAR STARTED AND NOW THAT HE IS IN THE PAST THE TIMELINE CHANGES AROUND HIM. BUTTERFLY EFFECT EVERYONE.
