Author's Note: Well hello everyone. This here is my first Scrubs fanfiction -- and while yes, the suicide/death is a tad cliche and even a little overused, I've added my own little twist that hopefully you'll all enjoy. The story takes place during their eight year, so pretty much where we all are up to now. The first chapter is a prologue of sorts, so it's rather short, but the following chapters will be longer, I promise. So if it draws you in, let me know -- heaven knows I love a bit of extra motivation. :)
Pairings: past JD/Elliot, JD/Cox.
Disclaimer: Everything on the planet, everything in the solar system, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything, everything every-everything that exists past present and future, in discovered and undiscovered dimensions that relates to Scrubs, I assure you, I don't own it.
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Prologue: My Accidental Suicide
He was just musing, really, as he held the jagged piece of glass between his thumb and index finger. Innocent curiosity with a morbid twist, a silent wondering on what it would feel like to run the edge against his skin. He wouldn't, of course, he had too much to live for. Yes, he'd had his fair share of ups and his downs like any normal person, but nothing to warrant such dramatics. No, it was all simple curiosity -- who would miss him and who wouldn't, who would attend his funeral and how they would react to the innocent, doe-eyed doctor laying sprawled across the bathroom floor, palm up and soaked with red. With a crooked smile, JD laughed and placed the broken piece of mirror on the edge of the sink before turning to step slowly into the shower. With a comfortable sigh the dark-haired doctor tilted his head back, closed his eyes and let his mind wander.
How would they react?
Elliot would undoubtedly cry amidst a colourful array of angry fricks and high-pitched insults about how selfish he was for killing himself. Turk would be devastated, after all, they'd already lost Caramel Bear, not to mention they were in a very, very serious bromance. They were the gayest straight couple the world had ever encountered, and as corny as it sounded, there was no Turk without his JD, and no JD without his Turk. JD craned his head to rest against his shoulder and reached forward for his dolphin shaped soap-on-a-rope. Carla would take everyone under her wing, offering sympathy and advise she herself couldn't follow. The Janitor would likely graffiti "Here Lies Scooter" in bright red on his coffin, his final move in their twisted game of cat-and-mouse. Kim would be upset, he was the father of their child after all, but she'd survive -- she was strong that way. Ted would probably commend him on doing what he never could and promise to follow him soon, though he did have Gooch now, so maybe not. Dr. Cox was Dr. Cox and would react as such. He'd probably thank him for putting him out of his eight-year misery and laugh at how much of a drama queen JD was, emphasis on the queen. You know, because he's a girl and all.
Twisting the taps back, first the red, then the blue, JD stepped from the shower and pulled a towel from beside the sink. Rubbing it against his face, JD laughed again -- he'd totally forgotten, who would look after Steven? And Justin? Justin wouldn't be able to handle such a tragedy, it'd tear his unicorn heart apart and he couldn't expect Turk to look after both Steven and Rowdy. No, JD definitely had to stay. Flicking his hair back from his face, JD, still deep in thought, stepped backwards and gave a strangled cry as his foot slid against the tiles. In an attempt to stop himself from smacking against the tiles, JD reached his hands forward to grasp at the sink, his legs folded painfully against his sides. He saw the shard of glass jutting obtrusively from his wrist before he saw the angry red lines trickling down his arm, and for a moment JD forgot to breathe. In shock, the frazzled doctor stumbled backwards, his feet sliding out from underneath his body as his head came crashing down against the edge of the bathtub.
It was an odd feeling -- not at all unlike free-falling from a terrific height -- breathing your last breath. It was almost as if everything in the world, everything you lived for stopped with your end. As if time, progressive, changing at the speed at which it always has and always will, shuddered to a halt for one brief moment to mourn your loss. And then, as quickly as it had happened, JD was standing in his bathroom staring down at his lifeless body.
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Author's note: Yes, I'm afraid that's it for now. Oh, the irony that is JD. Don't hesitate to tell me what you think thus far, reviews are food for my hungry, hungry soul. The story seems a little dark right now, I know, but it will have a lighter feel to it as it continues on. That's all from me for now, folks, until next time. C: