I'm probably breaking a million trillion "Scrubs" taboos with this particular plot-bunny, but as of now, I don't care. :) This was inspired by "One Thing Led to Another" by Katy Regan, and I decided I could sort of see it fitting Elliot and Dr. Cox, soooo…um, sorry?

Also, this is AU – basically, that just means Perry and Jordan never had children, or got together. I haven't seen Season 8 yet (what with being English and living in Sweden xP) so this only goes up to Season 7.

And finally, if I get any characters OOC, I apologize. This is my first "Scrubs" fic, so I'm still figuring out their voices. And now, with no further ado, enjoy!

My Lapse In Judgment
My Pregnancy Test

Two minutes, the package said.

Two minutes and then bam! Your whole life completely changed forever. Nothing ever the same again. Just imagine what that feels like! …oh, frick, on second thoughts, don't. It's too weird to even picture. Well, imagine how I feel, and I'm the one going through it!

Okay. Calm down, Elliot. I take a deep breath, before setting the test on the coaster on my dresser (must remind self to wash that coaster later) and then staring at the clock, counting down the minutes.

2:00

God, this is taking a while, huh?

1:45

It was once! Just one little mistake I made! Surely, it wasn't enough to actually get pregnant?

Right?

Leave it to none other than Dr. fricking Cox to completely screw up my life.

1:36

I can almost hear him now. "Well, Barbaroo, looks like you've got yourself in a pickle now, haven't cha?"

1:30

I hate that man. Well, I guess I don't, if that night we spent together shows us anything. And as more images of that night pop up, I'm beginning to think we were just begging to get pregnant.

I mean, hello? In the back seat of his fricking Porsche, my legs around his waist, totally hammered out of our skulls? Isn't that how all the stupid high school kids get pregnant?

1:15

Then again, we aren't stupid high school kids. We're both doctors, over the age of thirty, who have each had our fair share of experiences.

…frick-on-a-stick, how can I still be frickin' STUPID enough to let this happen?

1:10

Oh no. I'm becoming my mother.

1:00

You know what? I blame Carla.

0:55

Oh God, Carla. And Turk and JD…how the hell do I tell them?!

Okay, calm down. I'm probably not even pregnant. It's just an overreaction. This test has to be negative. I mean, I'm sure there's a logical explanation to the morning sickness…and back pains…and lack of "monthly visitor"…and my emotional state…

On second thought, no harm comes with a little praying, right?

0:50

Please, God, please don't let me be pregnant with my boss's bastard. I don't have a boyfriend, since I dumped Keith. Surely, you don't want me to be an unmarried mother, right?

0:40

Wait. Since this may be the Dr. Cox's child, should I be praying to the Devil? What with Dr. Cox being pure evil and all…

Well, at least it isn't Dr. Kelso's.

IT WAS JUST A FRICKING DREAM.

…and he was half-dolphin.

0:32

Frick, this is taking forever. I tap my fingers against the surface and glance at the test. The beginnings of lines are just appearing in the window, but they aren't distinct yet.

0:20

You know, I always assumed I wouldn't get pregnant until I was married. Or at least in a stable relationship. I wanted to be as unlike my mother as possible. Yet now, I wonder if maybe I've been transforming into her all along. For instance, breaking Keith's heart and then having sex with him and then breaking his heart again was a kind of selfish move…something my mom probably would've done. And now I may be having my boss's…my teacher's…baby. Oh my God…so maybe, I'm being stupid in trying to lay blame on Dr. Cox or Carla or even Kelso. Maybe, it's more my fault than –

Gaaaah! Ten seconds to go!

0:07

I pick up the test and stare resolutely at the window.

0:05

Still staring.

0:01

Still nothing.

0:00

Okay, either this is a crappy test, or I can't see properly.

Irritably, I stand and walk to the window – I mean my glass in-my-wall window. The sun is shining brightly, so I hold the white stick up so it shines directly through the test window.

Ooh.

A little blue cross.

…

Frick.

You know the drill.

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