A/N: Something new for me! This is my first Scrubs ensemble story, and will be canon...basically it's gonna take place right now in the Scrubsverse--Sam exists, Cox and Jordan are together, Elliot broke up with Keith and her and JD almost kissed (which I may talk about in the story, I may not), etc.

Feedback will be really good, especially for the first few parts as I try to get the voices down for everyone. So, if anyone seems slightly OOC or anything, please let me know!

Disclaimer: Don't own them.


Dealing with death was something doctors got used to very quickly—it was always there. And while it was always hard, it was harder to see people dying who had never gotten to do everything they wanted—get married, climb Mt. Everest, even something as simple as get the job of their dreams. Seeing people like that die always reminded me that sometimes you didn't have all the time you thought you originally had.

Which is why when I stumbled across the list I wrote for Mrs. Tanner during my year as an Intern, I decided to change it a little and keep it. And then I decided I needed to complete it for myself. After all, you never know when something can happen to end your life.

Well…complete it as best I could while still working at the hospital. Which meant no traveling to Europe or things like the Grand Canyon.

And I gave myself a time limit: six months. Six months to complete fifty things.


Later that day, I sat in the Doctor's Lounge, reading over my list and trying to figure out my plan.

"Hey Vanilla Bear," Turk said, walking in and collapsing on the couch beside me. "What are you doing?"

"Working on my list of fifty things to do before I die," I muttered, barely looking up as I replied.

"Dude!" Turk's shocked voice prompted me to lift my head. Looking back at me was Turk, with wide eyes and a pale face…well, as pale as his face could get. "Are you…?"

"What?" I asked, confused. Then, thinking about it, I realized what he was asking. "Oh! No, I'm not dying. I just wanted to get a list of things completed in case something happens, so I don't regret things or wish things had happened differently."

"Oh…" Turk said, glancing down at the list in my hand. "Can I see?" I nodded and handed it to him. He looked it over and then looked back at me. "I can help you with some of these."

That'd be great!" I beamed, taking the list back. "I want to try to have the list done in the next six months and then I can add things to it afterwards."

"I still think this is strange, but V-Bear, I've got your back."

"Thanks, C-Bear. I appreciate that." I put my arm on his shoulder briefly before getting back to working on my list.

"Turk," Carla started as she walked in the room. "Are you still just sitting there? I told you to call the nanny to check on Izzy ten minutes ago!" Carla and Turk had just gotten a new nanny and Carla was a little paranoid about the nanny harming Izzy. Maybe letting her watch One Tree Hill with Turk and me was a bad idea—especially since it was the episode was the scary nanny tried to steal Haley and Nathan's son. But how were we to know that Carla would take it to heart when they got a new nanny?

Grumbling, Turk left the room, and Carla took his place. "What are you working on, Bambi?" She asked, turning towards me.

"Well, you know how there are always those patients who die before they're ready so they have all those regrets about things they didn't get to go?" Carla nodded. "Well, in order to prevent that, I'm making a list of fifty things to do before I die, and I'm hoping to complete it in the next six months."

"Bambi, that's a great idea!" Carla exclaimed, grabbing the list from my hand and looking at it. "But some of these don't really seem that great….sit on a jury? Learn to yodel? And some of these will be hard to do—travel coast to cast, for example. You can't do that and keep your job. And release an album? Sorry Bambi, but I don't see that happening. And-"

"Carla." I interrupted her. "I'm cutting some of these out. It is only going to be fifty things, but this list has more. I've got it under control."

Carla opened her mouth to reply, but Elliot walked in at that moment. "Hey guys! You wouldn't believe the morning I've had! My first patient was hitting on me all morning—and he was sixty-seven years old. Then, when I finally talked to him and told him that a relationship between him and me was never going to happen, he coded and I wasn't able to save him! So now I have to tell his family that it was my fault he died because I wouldn't date him. Frick!" Elliot finished, falling on the couch next to Carla.

As Carla talked Elliot back to reality—where her rejection didn't kill patients—I went back to my list until Elliot's voice broke through my thoughts. "JD, what are you doing." Sighing and wondering why everyone was interested in what I was doing today, I handed her the list. A moment later, she gasped. "Are you dying? Because you look healthy, but I knew someone in high school who's body just stopped working altogether one day. He was completely healthy, but…"

Elliot continued, but I was gone. One of the things on my original list was to kiss the Blarney Stone and get the gift of gab. What would Elliot be life if she did that? She would be able to stop talking—even when she was sleeping. And—

"JD!" Elliot shrieked, snapping me back to reality. Oh God…"IthoughtyouweregoingtostopdaydreamingwhenI'mtalkingtoyou—"

"Elliot, I have no idea what you were saying, but I'm sorry." I apologized. "But no, I'm not dying. Don't worry."

"OK, good." She glanced at her watch. "Double frick! I have to check on my patient!" She yelled as she ran out of the room.

As I started to continue my conversation with Carla, my beeper went off. Glancing down at it, I saw Dr. Cox needed me. Putting my list in my pocket, I waved to Carla and ran out of the room, ready to focus on working for the rest of the day. I had my list and I had a plan. With the help of my friends, I would get this done, and I would start tomorrow.


Final thoughts: Alright, so what do you guys think? Love it, hate it, want to change something in it? Let me know!

Oh, and I'll probably combine some of the fifty things in chapters, but I will write about all of them.