AN: #39 in The Great One-Shot Expulsion. It's a good day for Scrubs, yes? This is most definitely my default fandom. No matter where I wander off to, I always seem to come back here, to Perry and JD. Silly, silly boys. ;) Enjoy this one, Kats and Kittens!

Disclaimer: I do not own the television show Scrubs. I do not own the characters of the television show Scrubs.

All at once the music stopped, the feeling went away

The words barely reach his consciousness. He can't move, can't breathe. Kim? Dead? When? How? Why? Where?

Train wreck? Since when do train wrecks happen anymore? Who the fuck rides trains?

And the baby? The baby? Oh, God, the baby! What happened to the—

And then a squirming, crying bundle is thrust into his arms. He hadn't been on the train. At Kim's mother's? What was he doing—

Wait! He needs more answers. There are too many questions ... Too many things to know ... Why is he so helpless?

He won't stop crying. He's too small. He doesn't recognize him as well as he would Kim. He hasn't seen him since he was six months. Oh, please stop crying. Don't cry. It makes him want to cry. He can't handle this. He needs someone ... Someone who will know what to do …

Turk? No, he's barely just become a father.

Elliot? Oh, he's reaching now. What to do ... What to do ...

Could he call ... No.

But he'd know what to do ... He has two children ...

Shit.

He picks up the phone. Dials the number. Perry answers.

"Newbie, if this isn't important, so help me, I'll—" He's quiet for a moment. "What the hell is that noise?"

"Perry," JD wheezes past trembling lips, tears in his voice. "Perry, you have to help me. She's dead. Kim's dead. And someone left the baby here. I don't know what to do. I don't know—"

"JD," he says firmly, and the younger man's throat closes. "JD, I'm coming over. Just ... Just stay put. Don't panic. Deep breaths, there, Sandra, okay?"

"O-Okay."

JD sits and cradles the wailing bundle, not daring to stare at the eyes that are Kim's and the dark shock of hair that is his in his son's features. Time drags on, and then, suddenly, Perry is there, and if he notices the tear tracks on JD's face and the soaked front of his shirt, he doesn't say anything.

AN: Oh my...If anyone has a desire to continue this, please feel free. I don't have time to write more than a one-shot, but I'd really like to read more of this. o.O Listen to me, talking like I didn't write the dern thing. *eye roll*