elmo-doodle: And low-and-behold, begins her first [SCRUBS] fanfiction that is not going to be a oneshot. Prepare yourselves for humour, crazyness, and so much sugary fluff that you will need to brush your teeth afterwards. This story is not recommended for the diabetic, so really, Turk shouldn't be in it. I'm kidding, of course =) I hope you'll all give this one a chance! I have had way too much fun planning and writing this one, and I cannot wait to get the rest of the chapters written!

Warning: This chapter is extremely mild, no violence (not that I intend for there to be much of that anyway!). I'm not sure whether it will be JDCox slashiness - I'll just have to see how it goes!

Rating: Over-all rating for this fic will be T, because Perry's in it, and he swears =\

Disclaimer: *laughs* can you imagine what [SCRUBS] would be like if the fangirls got a-hold of it? It is for that reason that I do not own [SCRUBS], and I never will. Damn.

Summary: A trinket box that JD bought from an old man at a fair poses more trouble for him than he could ever imagine. Is this a curse, or is it a chance for him to get closer to the one man who thought hated him?

Chapter One/Prologue

Carla smiled as JD and Turk entered their apartment just after 10pm. They were chatting away like the old married couple that they were, and Carla had to shout to get their attention.

"Hey, boys!" she yelled. "How was the fair?"

"Awesome," they answered in the same high-pitched voice.

"Yeah, I got this cool little thing from one of the magic stalls," JD said as they went over to sit on the couch on either side of Carla.

"Magic stall?" Carla asked, amused. "Hey, baby," she added to Turk.

"Hey," Turk replied, giving her a brief kiss. "Yeah, JD was ecstatic when he saw the sign. This weird old man was standing behind the stall, and, baby, I swear, he was like a hundred years old."

"Oh, Turk, don't be over-dramatic," JD said. "He was just extremely wrinkly. Anyway, he told me that I was obviously very young and was still a child at heart, and he made me an offer on this little box." He took a small trinket box that fit comfortable in the palm of his hand. It had a velvety texture, and was covered in black material with swirling, sparkling rainbows. "He said it's a 'Youth Box', and that if I keep it with me, I'll always feel young."

"I think it's just a mind-scam," Turk stage-whispered to Carla, who grinned.

JD gave him a look. "You're just jealous because you're gonna be old," he said, standing up from the couch. "I'm gonna get some sleep. I'll see you both in the morning."

"Night, Bambi."

"Night, dude."

JD waved at them and went in to his room, closing the door behind him. He quickly changed in to his pyjamas and settled to bed. He reached over to his bedside table and picked up the trinket box, studying it a bit more carefully. Maybe it is just a scam, he thought, but it's a pretty scam.

JD shrugged off the thought and put the box underneath his pillow, before settling in to a deep sleep.

Therefore, he didn't notice how his pyjamas were becoming too big for him.

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"Baby," Turk said as he entered the living room the next morning. "Is JD up yet?"

Carla shrugged. "I haven't seen him."

Turk sighed and crossed the room to knock on JD's bedroom door. "JD, man," Turk called. "C'mon, you're gonna be late for work." There was no reply. "Alright, I'm coming in." Turk pushed the door open and looked towards the bed. There was no sign of JD, but his pyjamas were in a heap at the top of the bed near the pillows.

"He's not in here," Turk called back to Carla. She entered the bedroom, too.

"That's strange," Carla said, frowning. "Maybe he left early..."

"Baby, look," Turk said, nodding towards the bed.

There was something moving underneath the sheets, or more specifically, underneath the pyjamas. Turk and Carla watched in confusion as the outline of something sat up beneath the pyjamas and gave a short, frustrated cry.

Turk and Carla looked at each other and simultaneously moved towards the bed, where the figure was twisting about in desperation. Carla reached out to pull the pyjamas away, hesitating slightly. She gently gripped the fabric and pulled it away from the figure.

"Oh my god," she gasped.

There, sitting on JD's bed, was an infant that looked to be no more than a year old. The baby had achingly familiar blue doe-eyes, and a messy pile of hair on his head. The baby seemed to frown and let out a strange, confused noise. The baby's eyes went wide and he, quite comically, clasped his tiny hands over his mouth.

Turk and Carla's jaws dropped open.

"JD?"

elmo-doodle: baby!JD, everyone? The following chapters will create warm, fluffy feelings strong enough to make all the snow outside melt. Stupid snow. =]

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