Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs or the book I used, I'm making no money, so don't sue.

Beta: Just me for this chapter. All mistakes are mine.

Warnings: AU, M/M slash, Mpreg(because I love it and don't see enough), and Fluff

A/N: To those who like Jordan and/or Elliot… Sorry. It's been planed all along that Jordan would be a "bad guy", but Elliot has worked her way onto that list too.

A big THANKS to my reviewers, alerters, and readers! I'm going to try to write from some other POV's in this chapter. Not entirely sure how it'll come out, but here's hoping.


\o/ElliotElliotElliot\o/

"I gots a mupfin! I gots a mupfin!"

I heard Jack's voice singing from down the hall. I almost dropped the chart I was holding when I saw who's arms he was singing from. I couldn't help but stare as J.D. carried the little boy down the hall, laughing and singing with him. I quickly pasted a smile on my face as they both looked at the nurses station.

"Carwa! I gots a Mupfin!" Jack shouted, waving said muffin around.

"Eat the muffin Jack, don't throw it." I watched as J.D. gently reprimanded the little boy. And as I watched, something inside twisted painfully. "I don't think Carla would like that very much. Okay?"

"Kay!" Jack laughed and lowered the muffin. He smiled at Carla as she made her way over to the pair.

"It's boobree. Bite?" He once again held his hand out up and out.

I fled down the hall as J.D. and Carla laughed at Jack's antics, knowing that there was only one reason J.D. would be with his son.

\o/CarlaCarlaCarla\o/

I laughed at Jack's version of blueberry. "Where'd you get a blueberry muffin this early in the morning?" I asked, rubbing the happy boy's back.

"D! He boughts it fors me special." He nodded his head like it was the most important thing in the world.

"Don't worries Carwa!" Jack reached out with his free hand and patted mine. "We's got you a 'chip mupfin."

"Well thank you baby. That's sweet of you." I smiled as he went back to eating his treat. Glancing at J.D. I whispered, "Chip muffin?"

He threw his head back and laughed before handing over one of the small bags he was holding. "Open it. You'll see."

"Ooohhh." I murmured while looking at a chocolate chocolate chip muffin.

"Jack picked it out just for "my Carwa". Well, that's how he put it." I saw the smile that passed over his face as he talked about the young boy. In that moment, I wished that J.D. and Dr. Cox would be able to pull their heads out of their butts in time. I knew nothing had come from sending Bambi to check on them the other night. Well, nothing other than J.D. turning into Jack's new nanny. I'd have to figure out how that happened later.

"So what are you boys up to?"

"I don't start for…" He trailed off looking at his watch. "Another hour and a half. So I thought we'd finish eating and go find Turk. I got him one of those sugar-free lemon muffins you bullied the shop into making."

"I only bully when needed Bambi. Now you both go and eat, I need to get back to work." I leaned against the station and sighed. "How dumb are they Laverne?" Carla looked up in time to see the older woman roll her eyes to the ceiling. "Your right. That was a stupid question."

\o/TurkTurkTurk\o/

I love my baby. I really, truly do. But sometimes I think that she thinks I'm stupid. I knew why my Vanilla Bear just "had" to go check on Dr. Cox and his son. As long as my V Bear is happy I'll be happy too. And he seemed happy when he dropped by with Jack and gave me the, surprisingly good, sugar-free lemon muffin. I am going to have to have a talk with him for lying to me though.

I've known J.D. since college started, and even then it was like we were separated at birth. I get why he would want to keep it a secret from certain people, (I really love my wife), but he shouldn't feel the need to keep it from me. Maybe it's because I don't always get along with Dr. Cox. But he knows me better than that. At least he should. I have to go talk to him! He needs to know that I'm perfectly fine with this! What if Dr. Cox doesn't want people to know? Our relationship will not be ruined because of his romance with that ass!

\o/JanitorJanitorJanitor\o/

I watched as Bald Doctor ran off, presumably to go find Scooter. But I knew something he didn't, Scooter was with Mean Doctor and Mean Doctor's son. But Bald Doctor ran over my newly clean floor, so he can run around like a chicken with its head cut off. I don't care, what I do care about is figuring out what's going on. I'll figure out what Mean Nurse is up to. And then I'll use it to my advantage.

"Mwahahahahahaha!" I turned my head when I heard a squeak. "Oh. I did that out loud. I'm going to have to watch that." I watched as Scaredy-Lawyer ran off. "I can laugh if I want." I called after him. Now, to find out what's going on.

\o/KelsoKelsoKelso\o/

"Idiots." I murmured. "Now my beautiful muffin… Where were we?"

\o/ElliotElliotElliot\o/

"Bawbie!"

"That's Barbie… I mean Elliot, Elliot, Elliot." J.D. sighed running a hand over his face and through his hair. "Sorry Elliot."

"That's what I said. Bawbie." Jack turned and smiled up at J.D..

"It's okay J.D.. Where were you just now?"

He smiled that smile. "We just dropped off the muffin Jack picked out for his dad."

The painful twisting returned with a vengeance, and I knew I needed to get away. "That's nice, but I need to get some results for a patient. So I should g…"

"J.D.!" Turks shout cut me off. "I'm so glad I found you. Hey Jack. Elliot. Are you busy? Good! I need to talk to you man. Let's go!"

Well frick! I didn't even rate a, "Sorry." or "Goodbye." from either of them. I started to wave to their backs before I heard, "Bye Stick!" I turned and fled, forgetting about the nonexistent results I needed.

\o/TurkTurkTurk\o/

"Is something wrong Turk?" The question broke me out of my thoughts.

"Why do you ask V Bear?" Oh crap. He gave me a funny look. Think of something quick! Wait, he's talking. Never mind.

"Probably because you ran down the hall screaming my name? Oh! And then you proceeded to pull me away from a conversation and into an empty room?" He smirked.

"I did not scream. That was a yell. And I'm sorry about pulling you away from your conversation. What were you talking about with Elliot anyway?" I hope she wasn't trying to get back together with him. But then, she didn't know what I knew. I think.

"Nothing. Jack saw her and called out "Bawbie!". Then I corrected him saying, "That's Barbie.". And then I tried saying her name. Then I apologized." J.D. started to turn pink, so I laughed.

"That's funny. To bad Dr. Cox wasn't around to hear what his influence has done to you." I watched as my best friend turned a violent shade red. "I was right!"

"What?" He turned to face me fully.

"You and Dr. Cox. You're together." I whispered.

"NO!" He cleared his throat. "I mean, no. Why would you think that?"

Being careful of Jack, I grabbed J.D.'s shoulders. "It's okay! J.D. I'm happy for you! And as long as you want to keep it secret I won't tell." That seemed to break through his panic. "As long as he treats you right, I'm okay with it. He is treating you right, right?"

"Yes! Would you keep it down? This is a place of business. What is so funny?"

"You!" I gasped for breath as I laughed. "You always talk all uppity when you try to hide something."

"Would you please be quie… Never mind. Shut up Chocolate Bear."

\o/CoxCoxCox\o/

And that's where I found them. My son, my lover, and his other half all laughing on the floor of an empty room.

I saw Carla coming to investigate the cackling three. "What is that noise?"

"I think they've lost their minds." I thought for a second. "At least Jack has lost part of his mind. Those two are complete goners. We should prepare a padded room for them. I think they would want to share, don't you agree?" I asked turning to look at her. She just glared.

She turned her attention back to the hyenas when someone shrieked. I'm proud to think, not say, that I knew it wasn't a J.D. shriek. I knew what one of those sounded like. Not that that's anybody's business. Who knew her husband could do that?

"Boys get off the floor this instant!" Everyone knows Carla can do that. That seemed to snap them partly back to reality. And seeing us standing there brought them all the way back.

"Come along Petunia. My son actually needs friends." I pulled them both the rest of the way up. "Lets go."

"What were you guys doing on the floor anyway?" Carla voice faded away as we walked.

"That was a good question." I watched him turn pink. "Blushing is becoming a habit with you."

He turned to look at me. "He told me he knows. About…" He waved his hand between us. "But he did say he would keep it a secret though."

"I don't mind them knowing." I murmured. I gently pulled him along. "But I want us to figure out where we're headed first. I get the whole kids and a future thing. We have talked about some big things. What I want to know is, how are we going to get there?"

"How do you mean?" He looked around before stopping in the deserted hallway.

"Dawdee! D boughts me a boobree mupfin!" I looked at my son and smiled.

"Really? And where is this muffin?"

"In my tummy!" He threw back his head and laughed before going back to play with J.D.'s neckline.

"Well that's good. And I mean, I think we skipped the first, second, third, and why don't we just go with a few months worth of dates here."

"I get it." I saw him glance around again before he pulled me into a supply closet. "Okay look. We've been dancing around each other for, just about, ever. I've had some really bad relationships, and a few good ones too. But the thing is, with all of them, I didn't feel it. You may think it's girly or really mushy, but I've lived my whole romantic life knowing that I would know when I was with The One. Okay? Did you understand any of that?"

"And how do you know that it's me? That I'm The One for you?"

"This isn't a case of wanting what I can't have and then not wanting it when I have it. I still want you, and that feeling has only gotten stronger. It's not a crush, it's been too long. And it's definitely not confusing friendship. Trust me, I've done that before. Several times." I saw him shudder at the last statement. He blew out a breath before continuing . "It feels right. It's just feels like this is the way it should be. It's kind of like when I met Turk. Don't laugh! I said kind of. When we met, we clicked. We've talked about it before and Turk equates our relationship to being separated at birth. We've had a bond since the beginning and, instead of fighting it, we just rolled with it. Been friends ever since. With you it's not the "Separated at Birth" scenario. To me it feels more like we kept missing each other. Now we're here and that's what feels right. Did that make any sense? Because I don't think it did." He was getting agitated, so I decided that it was time to pull out the patented "Make J.D. Speechless" move.

\o/J.D.J.D.J.D.\o/

Compared to what we usually did, it was sweet and way too short for my liking. But then again, you just can't predict a hospital or it's patients, because his beeper went off just seconds before mine.

"Go on Janice, drop Jack off and meet me there. And NO stopping to gab with Chrissie on the way there!"

"Good show." I smiled as I passed him. Work was going to be interesting now. Well, more so than a hospital already is. "Are you ready to see your friends again Jack?" I asked as we approached the door.

"NO!" It was going to be a long day.


A/N: I can't remember all the names that the Janitor calls everyone. So I just made up what sounded good for Turk and Carla. I think I got everyone else right though. But probably not.

In the story Jack is two. He knows a lot of words but, like a lot of little kids, he still has trouble pronouncing them. And like a lot of little kids he believes he is saying them right and doesn't like to be corrected.

I was going to start out with Carla's POV, but Elliot kind of took over. Like I said in the changed summary and first A/N, sorry to those who like Jordan and Elliot. I'm not sure yet how it will turn out with either of them. I actually like Jordan most of the time, at least when she's not with Perry. Elliot, a lot of the time I just can't stand her, but there are times that I do like her. I guess how they turn out will just depend on the mood I'm in when it comes time to write any conclusions for them.

I don't like putting out a definite update schedule just because I can't stand disappointing readers if I'm late.

Reviews are great. Constructive criticism is welcome. And again Flames will make a wonderful campfire to tell this story by.