AN: #17 in The Great One-Shot Expulsion series. This is one of my old-school fics, written many-much years ago...Dang, Dawg!

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

I'm Still Driving Away and I'm Sorry Everyday:

The road stretches out before him, an endless path of asphalt and white lines. The song on the radio distracts him just enough to keep him focused on driving, from veering into a ditch, but not enough to keep him from thinking...

He'd left early in the morning, left him there, tangled in the sheets, sighing and stretching in his sleep. It really wasn't fair, now that he thinks of it—leaving without saying goodbye, that is.

But he'd had to. Perry would have stopped him, told him he was running because he's scared. And JD knows he isn't scared, at least not in the sense that Perry thinks...or would have thought.

He'd mentioned it once, leaving. Perry had given a disbelieving snort, shrugged it off as one of his daydreams. And JD had let him think he wasn't serious about it. But it was always there, niggling at the back of his mind, giving him reasons to do it.

No one thinks you will. Show them!

There isn't anything here for you anyway.

Think of the looks on their faces when they figure it out!

Why not?

It's an adventure.

It'll be fun.

What if . . .

What if . . .

What if he just picked up and left? No goodbyes, just a lifetime of sorry.

So he did. And here he is, halfway to who-knows-where. Perry should be awake by now. Maybe he's even discovered that JD's things are missing from the apartment. Funny how the only way to get attention is to disappear completely.

JD smiles, settling back into the lumpy seat of his old car as the exhaust spouts a trail of polluted apologies, a path of "I'm sorry" that, in time, someone will find and follow—hopefully before it fades forever.