Disclaimer: I don't own scrubs.

I bet Perry did that whole 'I'm not going to ruin the story' thing. Well, I'm doing the same thing, just so he doesn't get mad at me. Not to worry, I won't leave you hanging; I will be narrating along the ride. But to start a good story you at least have to know who's talking to you.

My name is Jonathan Michael Dorian, but you can call me JD.


The loud shrill of the alarm clock resounded in his bedroom, but JD was ready and waiting for it. Silencing the sound, JD sat up and grinned to himself. Today was the day he finally got to start at Sacred Heart High School. He had always wanted to be a doctor, and now the opportunity had presented itself, JD wasn't sure he could contain his excitement much longer.

He hoped out of bed, using the palm of his hand to smooth over the creases that had formed on his clothes whilst he had slept. He had been so thrilled at the prospect of new friends and a new career that he had prepared, emptied and re-prepared his school bag at least three, four, five times as well as dressing himself three hours before he needed to. Needless to say, he didn't need that alarm clock. He hadn't slept a wink. JD ran quickly to the bathroom to fix his hair, after all, he wouldn't be happy unless it was perfect. Once his hair had been moulded into shape, he jumped down the stairs two at a time and dashed into the kitchen.

The only person occupying the space was his brother, Dan. "Hey, little bro!" Dan stifled a yawn.

"Hey, Dan. Where's mom?" JD scanned the room, face dropping a little as he couldn't locate the woman in question.

"Sleeping off another hangover." Dan sighed, shrugging as if it was the least important thing in the world.

"Oh, alright." JD shrugged before turning his attention breakfast. He pulled out the carton of eggs from the refrigerator and set to work. He was the only person in the house who could cook a decent meal. His mother had tried, but she just couldn't do it. Every time she attempted it, something would catch fire.

Now, you may be wondering why I don't appear to be too concerned about the fact my mom's sleeping off yet another hangover. The thing is; our mom parties... a lot. If there is a chance for her to go out, whether it's with her friends, some new boyfriend that she's picked up, or even just on the off chance of getting a few free drinks, then she's there. It's not healthy, but it's become an addiction, a major addition to her life. It's not unusual for her to be like this, so I often just cook her breakfast and stick it in the fridge for when she wakes up.

Once breakfast had been made and served JD took his seat. "I'm telling you Johnny, you should have gone out for culinary instead of medicine," Dan mumbled, taking a bite out of his eggs and gesturing towards his plate.

"Dan, you can't save a person's life with food." JD pouted. "That is, of course, unless you have malnutrition."

Dan rolled his eyes. "OK, OK, if it's what you really want."

JD smiled and glanced at the clock. "Come on, we gotta get going." He chugged the remainder of his drink before putting his dishes in the sink.

Dan quickly followed suit, quickening his pace as he watched his brother start to walk out the door. Dan waited until they were on the sidewalk before giving his brother a quick pat on the back and running to his bus stop. JD smiled and turned in the opposite direction towards his own stop. When he arrived at his stop, he leant against the pole and waited patiently for the bus to arrive. As he stood there, his mind began to wander.

"Doctor, he's coding!" A nurse shouted urgently in his direction as the man in question came rushing through the doors with the paddles. "Charging, andddd clear!" The Doctor watched as the heart monitor sprung back into action, the vital indication that the man had been successfully resuscitated.

"Wow," the nurse exclaimed. "You are amazing!"

The Doctor stood up straight and struck a pose. "Death is no problem for Dr. Dorian." Whilst everybody was admiring and cheering the young Doctor, the man's chest starting to move. Everybody watched the man's chest as three hundred monkeys suddenly started flying out of the patient.

"Doctor, hurry! You need to-"

Beep

JD opened his eyes, startled by the sudden distraction. He pushed himself off the pole and quickly boarded the bus. "Darn it monkeys, you win this time," he muttered as he did so. JD grabbed the first seat that had enough space to keep from others noticing him.

As he finally began to settle into his seat he heard a loud throat clear next to him. Bemused, JD snapped his head round to face the source of the noise. He was greeted by a bald, stern looking African American boy. "Hey man, what you doing in my seat?"

Suddenly nervous, JD quickly jumped out of his seat and made to move to the aisle when he was carefully pulled back down. "Relax dude!" The boy started laughing, slapping his knee in mock hysterics. "I'm just playing. You're a new kid, right?"

JD nodded silently, a little more comfortable, but still nervous nonetheless.

"Hey man, don't worry about it. It's always scary on the first day." The boy pulled a face for emphasis and JD couldn't help but smile. "I'm Christopher Turk, but my friends just call me Turk."

JD relaxed into his seat. "I'm John Dorian, but everyone just calls me JD."

Turk held out his hand and smirked. "Nice to meet you, JD."

"Same," JD shook his head in embarrassment and started looking out the window. After a minute or two he finally worked up the courage to speak again. "So, what course are you in?"

Turk didn't miss a beat. "Surgeon, you?"

JD beamed with pride. "Doctor."

"So, are you freshman too, huh?"

JD grinned at the boy sitting next to him. "Yeah."

JD and Turk continued to chat heartily until the bus finally arrived at their school. Once they'd safely braved the crowd that was bustling into every possible entrance, Turk showed JD where his class and lockers were before giving him a cheesy thumbs up and stalking off to his own lesson.

JD stood outside the room. He could hear the teacher introducing him to the rest of the class. "Everybody, I'd like to welcome a new student to the class. I expect you all to be nice and welcoming." He took a deep breath and took his cue before walking hesitantly into the room and standing awkwardly next to the teacher.

He smiled nervously at the class, scanning the room for a friendly face as he held his books tightly to his chest. The last thing he wanted to do was speak or look at the wrong person. What if he was so nervous he couldn't string together a coherent sentence?

"This is John Dorian," the teacher announced, turning to face the fidgeting kid as she spoke. "Is there anything else you would like to say, John?" He quickly shook his head and awaited further instruction. The quicker he was away from prying eyes, the better.

"Alright, you can just take a seat over there for the time being." She pointed to the empty seat located near the back of the class. Breathing a sigh of relief, John took his seat quickly.

JD located everything he needed before beginning to work. He couldn't shake the uncomfortable feeling that somebody was watching him. He could feel eyes on him, and without thinking, he lifted his head and turned instinctively towards the boy sitting diagonally from him. The boy had short, curly copper hair. JD shivered as he watched the boys green eyes burn holes into his head. Their eye contact was brief, but JD quickly felt intimidated and buried himself back into his book. He couldn't help but feel his cheeks grow hot and he soon became overwhelmed with embarrassment and humiliation. He didn't blush, did he?

Now, it's not what you think. I mean, it's not like I fell in love the moment I looked into his eyes. You have to remember, I'm new here. That's bad enough, but I transferred during the school term so I'm considered to be even more of an outsider. Let's face it; if you saw some guy in your class glaring at you for no apparent reason, you'd be shitting bricks too, right?


By the time lunch had come around, JD could hardly contain himself. He hadn't seen his new friend, Turk, all day and nobody else apart from that copper haired guy had even given him so much as a second glance. JD entered the cafeteria nervously, scanning the room quickly to try and find his friend but it was no use. The room was crowded and he wasn't quite tall enough to be able to peer effortlessly over people's heads. He spun around on the spot, looking every bit like a lost child in the middle of a mall, but the sudden shout of his name rooted him to the spot. He recognised the voice, and as he turned round toward the general direction of the source, he found Turk waving and smiling at him. He smiled back and skipped towards the table.

He sat down and noticed other people sitting around the table that he didn't know. The first person he noticed was the girl sitting opposite him. She had shoulder length blond hair, light blue hands and crazy hand movements. JD watched in fascination as the girl kept blowing hair out of her face whilst continuing chattering away, seemingly not even pausing for breath. She caught him watching her from the corner of her eye, and she turned to give him a big smile before carrying on with her pointless gossiping. He couldn't help but notice the boy sitting next to the girl was staring intently at the girls breasts. He had brown hair that was mostly covered by a bandana. He whipped his head up to face JD when the girl shrieked in his ear and held up his hand. "New kid high five! He exclaimed excitedly.

JD hesitated, but then held up his hand for a high five. The other guy slammed his hand into JD's with such force that JD visibly winced and started shaking his hand wildly to stop the stinging. Turk gave JD a reassuring smile before resting his arm on his shoulder and pointing at his friends. "JD, this is Elliot, Todd and that..." he pointed at the guy sitting at the end of the table. "... Is Doug."

JD leant into Turk's touch and motioned to whisper in his ear. "What's wrong with him?"

Turk shrugged and removed his arm from JD's shoulder so he could pick up his sandwich. "He's always nervous. Besides," Turk mumbled through a mouthful of food. "We're all freshmen on this table apart from Todd, so you'll be fine hanging out with us." Turk gave Todd a knowing look. "But Todd's cool."

"Hey!" Todd protested loudly. "I'm not cool." His face turned serious for a moment, but it soon cracked as he lifted up his right hand expectantly. "I'm hot!" He grinned, his eyes darting between JD and Turk as he silently willed someone to not leave him hanging.

"He makes sex jokes a lot," Turk stated simply. JD just nodded, unsure of what to do. Whilst he was beginning to feel a little better about being the new kid, he didn't want to say anything too soon that might make him seem, well, weird.

"Hey guys." Turk started, resting his elbows on the table as if he was starting to tell an incredibly important story. "You won't believe the jerk I met today. He made such a big deal just because I was black." Turk watched in mild satisfaction as looks of feigned shock and outrage plastered themselves on his friend's faces. "I know, right! The guy even said he never ever wanted to be cared for by the 'chocolate people'." Turk rolled his eyes and leant forward to lean on his arms.

JD couldn't help but drift out into a daydream. 'Hmm, chocolate people.'

He was walking down the street, and saw a young black couple walking steadily towards him. As they passed, he grabbed the man's arm and ripped it right off, smiling when the man kept walking. As he continued to make his way down the street he bit off a finger and licked his lips.

"Dude?" Turk waved a hand in front of the new boys face.

JD gave a dreamy sigh. "Chocolate Bear."

JD opened his eyes wide in horror as the whole table went silent and everybody just stared at him. He covered his mouth in shock when he realised what he had said out loud.

As he braced himself ready for Turk to tear him a new one, he was surprised when Turk gave him a big hug and squealed in excitement. "That's perfect! I'll be Chocolate Bear and you can be Vanilla Bear!" Turk pulled away from JD briefly and looked into his eyes. "We can be Bear buddies!"

JD laughed but beamed proudly at the new nickname he had just been given.

"That reminds me of my brother's nickname," Elliot sighed dreamily. She puckered her lips and went on telling the story related to her brother and his new name. During the story, JD became distracted when he heard a loud 'what?' resound from a table a few aisles away. He glanced curiously over his shoulder and saw the copper haired guy from his class. The conversation on his table hadn't faltered, but JD couldn't help but let his glance linger on the boy for just a little longer, concern spreading on his features as he worried about what was going on.