Summary: Hey Guys!!! This is what you all have been waiting for. The almost final chapter of my story that I worked very hard on. It took me forever to get this written out because I seriously had to start from scratch and I left everyone waiting but now the wait is over and here is Chapter 11 of My Near Death Experience. Hope you like it and it you don't, well you really don't have a choice because if you don't like it I will come and get you all.

Disclaimer: I do not own Scrubs just the plotline that I used and if they get mad at me for using them then it's their own damn fault. They're the ones who went on strike, not me so there.

My Review corner: Thanks to all those who reviewed while the story was on hiatus. It meant alot to me that you still read it even though it wasn't finished. You guys rock.

Chapter 11- My Comeback

He stood in the doorway of the young man, still not over the fact that he was now dead. No more stupid daydreams, or playing games like find the saltine. No more "Dr. Acula" videos or gifts of candy bracelets being passed around in the pediatric ward. He was gone and there was nothing any one could do about.

He wanted to scream, curse so awful obscenities to the next person that walked by but there were no words to describe his pain. It was his fault. He had let the boy grow close to him, give him advice when his world was less than perfect and he listened to it. Percival Cox had actually listened to advice of some snot nosed kid, 13 years his junior and he never knew why. All his life he never cared about what others thought or said about him but when it came to J.D, it mattered; it mattered a lot. But now it didn't matter anymore because he was dead.

"Any minute now", he said aloud to himself as walked over to J.D's bed again and looked at the stiff body before him. "Any minute now Donald or David, oh what the hell Nervous Guy is gonna come in here and declare that it's really over. He's going to take you down to the morgue and slice you open to determined how you died, then he's probably going to give your organs away to some more strangers because nine times outta ten you're an organ donor. That's the kinda person you are, always trying to look for other people but always fail to look after yourself.

"You were a good kid, a little stupid but still a good kid" he continued to state as he made his way back to the door and closed it. "You were one of the best interns I had seen in a long time and I know I ragged on you all the time but I also knew you would take and use it to better yourself. You were going to prove me wrong, show me that this job wasn't going to destroy you like it had done to people before you but now…now you won't be doing anything because you're dead."

"You're dead!," Perry finally screamed as he pushed the crash cart against the wall causing it to turn over and fall to the floor. The crash silenced the sound of his fist repeatedly slamming into the wall.

"You're dead now, are you fucking happy. You're dead because you just had to play hero didn't you, saving the life of some kid you didn't even know who won't even remember you from years to come while his off celebrating his life. You and you're stupid qualms about going the extra mile and having faith in humanity. Well guess where it got you, closed off in a box buried six feet under ground for all eternity. You're dead and no matter how many times I wished that you would drop dead this is something I would have never had wanted."

"You're not supposed to be here dammit. You're not supposed to be lying in this bed because you were a good person and good people aren't supposed to die young."

Perry was crying as he walked over to J.D's body and wiped his hair out of his face. He felt that a piece of his heart had been broken the moment J.D stopped breathing. This was the reason he didn't allow people to get close to him because in the end they always seemed to leave and he hated that feeling.

"Thank you J.D" he whispered as he pulled the body into his arms and held it in a tight embrace. "Thank you for being there for me even when I didn't want you to be."

He held the body close for a few more seconds before finally letting him go and pulling the sheet over his face. He couldn't stand to be in the room any longer than he had to be.

He made his way to the door, turning around one last time and whispering his goodbye. Perry placed his hand on the door knob when he heard someone calling his name.

"Doctor Cox"

He turned around to go to see that he was alone in the room and there couldn't possibly be anybody calling his name. Reaching for the handle again, he tried to leave when the voice called out to him again.

"Doctor Cox"

Walking away from the door, Perry came back over to where J.D was and pulled the sheet off of his face. The voice sounded so much like J.D's that Perry knew he was hallucinating. The boy had been dead for ten minutes now there was no way he could be alive.

"Okay God, now this is some sick joke if you're making me believe that J.D is still alive." Perry shouted towards the ceiling without taking his eyes off of J.D., "Now I know I never follow your rules or do what you say but this is just plain mean. So show me, prove to me, that you are above it all. That a miracle can happen if we just believe in it, make me a believer. Prove me wrong."

"Doctor Cox"

This time he saw it, saw J.D's lips move as he called his name one more time. Whipping the stethoscope from around his neck he placed them on J.D's chest. Then he heard it, a weak but steady heartbeat was vibrating through his stethoscope all the way up to his ears. Picking the cords to the heart monitor and placing them back on J.D's body, the sound of a beating heart quickly filled the room.

"J.D, J.D can you hear me."

"Of course I can hear you," J.D replied as he turned over his head to look at Perry whose eyes were wide with disbelief, "I'm not dead…well anymore."

J.D's POV

I don't know what happened, next thing I know I'm talking to death then bam, I'm covered in white light and making my transition to heaven or so I thought. It took me a while to realize that I wasn't in heaven, in fact I haven't even left the hospital room.

"Why am I still here." I wonder as I turn around to see that my Dad was still in the room with me but Michael had disappeared as quickly as he appeared.

"Because this is where you're supposed to be."

"But I thought-"

"Thought that you were dying," my dad finished for me as he wrapped his arm around my shoulder. "Well you did die…I mean you are dead but not totally-oh do you get what I'm trying to say."

"No not really" I reply simply as I look at him confused. I thought that when people died they were supposed to become all knowing but I guess that's another thing I was wrong about.

"What I'm trying to say is that you are physically dead but not spiritually. The powers that be decided that you weren't ready for death, your life isn't over and you still have some work to do here on earth."

"Then why did the light come?"

"Oh that's just a scare tactic that they use to make people decide whether they want to live or die." Sam laughed as he pulled J.D's arm, motioning him to follow. "It speeds up the process faster."

"But you were crying, begging Michael not to take me"

"You can thank that for being superb acting skills which I learned by being an office supply salesman."

"So wait, I was never going to die." I hissed as I followed my dad closer to my body. I knew ghost could be mean but that is just brutal.

"Oh you were going to die if you didn't fight against the light so much. The fight you put up showed them that you weren't quite as ready to leave as you once thought."

I paused to think about what my dad was saying and he was right. If I had been ready to move on it wouldn't have taken me so long to decide whether I wanted to stay or not. There would have been no need to see my life flash before my eyes or a reason to fight the light when it came. It made me realize that my place was here, on earth, with my friends and loved ones surrounding me.

"Well it's time" Sam whispered as he stopped beside my body and picked up my hand to hold it in his.

"Time for what"

"Time for you to go home where you belong."

"What about you." I whisper as I see small tears running down his face. I couldn't explain how much seeing him, spending time with him made me realize that my father was a good man who loved me very much. "Where do you go?"

"Back where I belong," he responded softly, "Back to watching you and your brother live the lives that you were meant to live."

"I don't want to say goodbye."

"And you don't have too because I'm pretty sure I'll be seeing you again, just not for a long time; okay there Johnny."

"I promise," I smile as I pull him into a hug, wishing I didn't have to let go but knew eventually I would, "I want to thank you for all you've done."

"That's what father's do, it's in the handbook." he laughed as he let me go and motioned for me to grab my body's hand. "I love you Johnny and I'm very proud of you."

"I love you too dad." I replied back as I grabbed the hand of my currently dead body.

As soon as I did I felt the same tugging I did when I was going through my past experiences. I tried to turn my head around to see where my dad had gone but I realized that I couldn't. I also realized that I was no longer a spirit in the room but I was inside my body once again. I find my body to be very cold but I know it won't be long before I heat up right, well at least I hope so.

Not only was I in my own body again but I could hear Dr. Cox talking to me, yelling at me really, but still talking to me about how good of a person I was and how it was unfair that I had die and how much he was going to miss me. God, how I waited so long to hear those words; too bad I had to be dead to hear them but beggars can't be choosers right.

I can feel him lift me up into his arms and give me the hug that I've been craving since I first started at Sacred Heart and while I'll admit that it something that I always wanted, it was just good being alive and having him thank me for all I've done for him.

I could feel the sheet being placed over my head and could hear Perry walking away when I decided that now would be a good time for me to say something before Doug came to cut me open. I open my mouth to speak and found it to be a little hoarse but what the hell, I'm only about to become J.D slices.

"Dr. Cox." I call out this time, hoping that he could hear and come back to where I was. I could hear him stop but he didn't return back to the bed so I decided to give it another go.

"Dr. Cox" I whisper again, this time making his way towards me and pulling the sheet of of my face. Next thing I here is him ranting to God about how much of a jerk he is if he's making him hear the sound of my voice. Leave it to Perry to rant at God; I don't think he'll be joining me in heaven anytime soon.

"Dr. Cox" this time I say it as loud as I can, happy that he finally believes that it's me and takes his stethoscope from around his neck to place it on my cold chest. I can sense his surprise when he realizes that a heart is beating in there and I'm surprised because it's the first time I felt it too.

The sound of my heart beating was the next thing I heard as Perry hooked me up to the heart monitor machine just so he could be sure that I was alive. It felt good hearing the thumps vibrate in my eardrums, a sound I often took for granted but not anymore. The blood began to flow steadily in me allow me to move my hands, causing me to form little fist against the sheets.

"J.D, J.D can you hear me?" I heard him ask as he walked back over to the bed.

"Of course I can hear you," I reply as I turn over my head to look at Perry whose eyes were wide with disbelief, "I'm not dead…well anymore."

Okay seriously, did you think that I was going to kill off J.D. After all the hard work I did in trying to make him realize that he should stay you think I was going to let him go that easily. Well if you did then you were sadly mistaken and if you didn't, thank you for knowing me so well to know that I would never do something like that; again. Don't worry your pretty little head off though, this story is not complete for I still have the epilouge to finish and when I post that then the story can finally be put to bed and tucked in for a nights sleep. Poor thing has been up for a whole year now. And since I don't won't to spoil the last chapter, you just have to read it to find out if there's a happily ever after.

Well see ya when I see ya.

Ricka