Summary: I'm back. I bet you all thought I forgot about this story but I didn't. I just was waiting for my creative streak to come back and it did. I can officially say that this story is completed and instead of dragging it out any longer I decide to finish posting the last chapters today. I hope everyone enjoys it and thanks for reading.

Disclaimer: I don't own this show but I wouldn't it be awesome if I did. It so would be.

Chapter 14

J.D had never driven so fast in his life as he rushed through traffic to make his way to the hospital. He didn't even bother to take off his helmet or take the keys out of the ignition as he ran inside and to his brother's room. Running inside he had expected to see his brother surrounded by doctors and covered in blood but he was surprised to see his brother sitting up smiling at him.

"Dan I got here as soon as I could," he breathed heavily as he rushed to Dan's side and grabbed his brother's hand. "What's wrong?"

"I just called to tell you that I'm going home soon."

"What, but you can't-"

"I'm going home to because I don't need to be here anymore. There's transferring me to another hospital for physical therapy."

"Physical therapy. Dan are you trying to tell me something? Can you feel your legs?"

"A little. It started off as a tingle but it feels better than before." Dan smiled. "In fact, it's been getting better the past couple of days."

"Past couple of days," J.D shrieked as he sat up in his chair. "And you're just now telling me."

"I wanted to make sure I wasn't imagining it, that it was real and it is. I talked to Dr. Jacobs today, he ran some test, and they came back good, really good."

"Oh my God, I'm so happy for you," J.D happily grabbed him brother and pulled him into a hug. Hearing the news made him feel better than he had in days.

"Yeah, I'm happy for me too. So," he responded after a couple of moments of silence. "You got anything planned for the next few minutes."

"For you Dan, I got all the time in the world."

The rest of the day passed pleasantly for J.D after hearing Dan's wonderful news. The excitement he felt about his brother's condition made him really feel that everything was returning back to normal. He stayed with Dan until he was scheduled yet again for another sponge bath and decided to go get a hot cup of coffee. He was on his way to the cafeteria when he spotted Michael coming out of a patients room.

Michael spotted him as soon as he came out of the room and immediately wished that he would have stayed in the room. It didn't matter, J.D was already making his way towards him and there was nothing he could do. "Hey Dr. Dorian," Michael whispered, not looking directly into J.D's eyes. He couldn't help but feel guilty about the entire situation knowing that some of it was his fault.

"Michael, I haven't seen you around lately. How are you and Susie doing?"

"I'm fine. I'm an orderly now and I've been working the night shift mostly since she was taken. I figure it would be best if I was the one looking after Susie."

"That's good," J.D smiled at the young man.

"I just want to thank you for what you did for Susie."

"I didn't do anything."

"You did enough and that's what counts."

J.D watched the young man tense up more the longer he stood in his presence. It was easy to see that Michael felt guilty about what happened. "Michael," J.D whispered. "You know I don't blame you right."

"I know but I-"

"No buts," J.D replied sternly. "I don't blame you. You were doing what you thought was best to save your daughter; nothing that happened was your fault."

"But I should have done something sooner," Michael cried softly as he slid further down in the wall. "If only I would have went to the police instead of helping Kenny they would have found you sooner."

J.D slid down the wall beside Michael and moved so their shoulders were touching. "Michael listen to me. Yes, you could have went to the police but there was no guarantee that your daughter would be safe. As her father her safety is the most important thing. What happened to me was horrible but I'm slowly coming to terms with her. If something would have happened to her I wouldn't be able to forgive myself."

"Me neither."

"I'm glad we agree on something."

Michael smiled for the first time since the conversation. It was as if a huge weight had been lifted off his shoulders and the guilt he once had disappeared completely. "Thank you Dr. Dorian."

"Michael what did I tell you; call me J.D."

"Okay J.D," Michael continued to smile when his pager went off. "I have to go," he responded, pushing himself up from the floor. "See you around."

J.D waved the younger man off as he rushed down the hall. He couldn't deny that a part of him missed being a doctor and he couldn't wait until he was cleared to start practicing medicine again.

Finally after five minutes passed J.D slid himself up from the floor and continued his way towards the cafeteria. After he received his coffee he walked around the hospital in hopes of finding Perry so the two of them could take. It was only a short before he found the man he was looking for in the lounge sitting at the table.

J.D grinned as he walked in and slid in the sit beside Perry. "Hey Dr. Cox, whatcha doing?"

"What does it look like Newbie, I'm working," Perry grumbled without even looking up. "You know that thing you used to do."

"Don't worry I'll be back to work soon and then you'll be begging to get rid of me." Perry simply grunted in response but still didn't look up at J.D. J.D noticed that Perry was deliberately not looking at him. "I got a call from Mr. Every today, you know Walter's lawyer."

"What does that bastard want?"

"He wants me to come by to discuss Walter's last will and testament."

"I hope you told him where he could shove it."

"Actually I told that I would stop by tomorrow."

"What?" Perry hissed, snatching the cup out of J.D's hands and throwing it in the trash.

"Hey I was drinking that."

"You can't be serious. After what that bastard did to you you're actually going to read his will and oblige everything he wants."

"No, that's not what I'm doing," J.D replied, "I'm doing this in an effort to get Walter out of my life. I'm doing this so I can finally move on."

"Fine do what you want?" Perry grumbled as he picked up his charts and walked out of the room.

J.D wasn't far behind and was angry at Perry for acting the way he was. He decided that it was time for the two of them to talk or else they wouldn't be able to fix what was wrong. "Okay this stops now," J.D growled, pushing Perry into an empty supply closet. "What the hell is your problem?"

"Destiny I advise you to let me go if you know what's good for you."

"Not until you tell me what wrong's."

"There's nothing wrong with me Suzie."

"Ever since the night we had sex you've been ignoring me."

"That's not true."

"Oh really," J.D snorted, finally letting Perry's arm go. "You been refusing to look at me and you barely speak to me unless I'm the one who initiates it. So I'll ask you again, what is your problem?"

"Nothing is wrong with me," Perry growled as he tried to walk out of the closet only to be pushed against the wall by J.D. "Newbie-"

"That's bullshit and you know it. Is this about what we did?"

"It shouldn't have happened."

"Why, because you can't stand the fact that someone else deflowered me before you had the chance too."

"How the hell can you say that?"

"That what it feels like," J.D whispered, leaning against a shelf. "You won't look at me, you won't talk to me, you barely even touch me and I don't know why. Are you ashamed of me or something?"

"J.D it's not you it's me. The reason I've been acting the way I have is because I feel bad about pressuring you into have sex with me."

"Pressuring me. Perry that's ridiculous, you didn't pressure me I wanted it remember."

"You weren't ready," Perry growled, turning his attention away from J.D. "I should have said no but I didn't and I only ended up pushing you away."

"You didn't push me away."

"Then why did you look at me the way you did after it was over, like you couldn't stand to look at me."

J.D sucked in a breath as he ran his fingers through his hair. He was so caught up in his feelings and what he wanted that he didn't ask Perry what he wanted. He never considered for a second how making love would change their relationship but it was, in a very drastic way. "Maybe we moved a little too fast; took a step that neither of us were ready for but what happened happened and we can't change that."

"We can't take it back."

"And we don't have too, we just have to take it slower next time," J.D whispered, turning Perry around to face him. He reached up and grabbed Perry's face and tugged it closer to him so that their face's were so close they could feel each other's breath on their faces. "Perry I'm sorry for making you feel the way you do after what we did but I'm not sorry for what we did. Making love to you was one of the best experiences of my life."

"Just saying that to make me happy."

"No, I'm saying it because it makes me happy, you make me happy. Happier than I've ever been." J.D replied honestly. And it did. His session with Dr. Richards was making him see that Walter didn't take anything away from him. He was in charge of his own life and nothing Walter did could change that. That's why he was strong enough to meet with Mr. Every, to show the man that he's no longer afraid. "I love you more than anything in the world."

It felt like a huge burden had been lifted off Perry's chest. No longer did he feel that he broke J.D in any way and was happy that they were starting to move forward. "I love you too."

"Good because I like being with you and I don't want to change that for anything."

"Could you be anymore more of a cornball Tiffany."

"Perry shut up and kiss me," J.D purred huskily as he threw his arms around Perry's neck. Perry leaned over and locked the closet before he gave into J.D's demand. The kiss was just what the men needed to finally place their relationship exactly where it needed to be. "Perry," he breathed heavily when Perry pulled away. "How slow do we have to take it?"

"How slow do you want it?"

"Fuck slow," J.D hissed tugging Perry's coat off his shoulders before slipping a hand down the older man's pants and underwear. This time J.D was ready for what was to come and couldn't be happier. And this time neither could Perry.

His fingers nervously drummed the arm of the chair as the lawyer sat down in front of with the file. He'd only been the office for least then five minutes and he already felt like he was going to explode with emotions. Nervous as he was he felt his body relax as soon as he felt Perry's hand on his thigh. "Thanks Perry," J.D smiled as he looked over at his partner.

"Don't mention it," Perry growled, looking at Peter. "Really, don't mention it."

"Okay Mr. Dorian I have everything here in order," Peter smiled, giving J.D the folder to look at. "I just need you to sign on the dotted line."

"And what exactly is he signing."

"To have all of Walter's assets handed over to him. His parent's house, all his possessions including furniture and car, as well as his insurance policy."

"How much."

"175,000 dollars in total."

J.D didn't even flinch at the amount as he pushed the papers back in front of the lawyer. "Keep it," J.D replied sternly, leaning back in his chair.

"Mr. Dorian I'm sure that this must be difficult for you to do but I can't keep any money of Mr. Adams when it has been willed to you."

"What part of he doesn't want it do you not understand?" Perry hissed.

"I understand it clearly Mr. umm Cox was it but Mr. Dorian-"

"Is not responsible for that bastards asset?"

"Well by law he is."

"Alright fine," J.D sighed breaking up the potential argument. "Give it away, to charity. No better yet, make the check out to Sacred Heart; that way it could do some good."

"Are you sure this is what you want to do?"

"Positive. I want nothing to do with this money and if someone else can benefit from it then so be it."

"If that's what you want Mr. Dorian then I will draw up the paperwork as soon as possible."

"Good."

Peter made a mental note inside his head before he looked back at J.D. Taking a deep breath he slid the folder he was in front of him in front of J.D.

"What's this," J.D asked as he opened the folder.

"There is one matter we have to discuss."

"Which is?"

"Whether or not you want to Walter off of life support," Perry gulped, looking at J.D. "As his power of attorney it is your responsibility to take Mr. Adams off his life support."

"Take him off," J.D responded without hesitation and slid the file back to Peter. He knew the question would come up eventually and was already prepared to answer it.

"Are you sure that's what you want?"

"Did he stutter," Perry interjected hissing through his teeth. "He said take the bastard off, it's what he deserves."

"If you're sure Mr. Dorian then I will need you to sign a few forms and I will fax them over to the hospital as soon as possible. Shouldn't take longer than a few days since he doesn't have family that could take it to court."

"Good, is that all," J.D asked standing up from his chair. The longer he stayed in the office talking about Walter the more agitated and angry he became. Perry soon followed suit and got up as well feeling like J.D only stronger.

Peter stood up himself and shook both Perry and J.D's hands before moving from behind his desk. "That's everything Mr. Dorian," he replied leading the men to the door. "I'll call you if I need anything else."

"Okay," J.D responded as he made his way out of the office. He stopped momentarily and turned back to Peter who was already back at his desk. "There is one more thing I would like to know."

"Yes."

"How do you know my mother?"

"Oh Barbara, we were high school sweethearts. Together for three years and even planned to get married, that is before she met Sam Dorian. After the two of them met I was thrown away like yesterday's trash. That's something I will never forget."

"I'm sorry, for bringing it up."

"Don't worry about it. What happened happened, nothing I can do about it except cherish the good memories I have."

J.D nodded his head, "See you around Peter," was all J.D said as he closed the door behind him and let the words from the attorney sink inside his mind.

"I think I made a mistake."

Dr. Richards looked up at J.D curiously as she leaned back in her chair. This is one of the final appointments that the two had together and after a rocky start together she was finally getting him to open up to her. She was happy that he was beginning to trust her enough to move on from this experience. "About what?"

"About taking Walter off life support."

"So you finally decided what you were going to do about Mr. Adams, that's good."

"No it's not," J.D groaned, lying down on the sofa. Two days ago he decided to end the life of the person who destroyed his life and for two nights straight he hadn't been able to sleep. "I think my conscious is punishing me."

"Of course it's punishing you, you're about to become a murderer."

J.D groaned again and closed his eyes hoping the image of the other him would disappear. That was the other problem he had been dealing with for two days straight. Currently the image was sitting on Dr. Richards desk with a sadistic smile on his face.

"Closer your eyes isn't going to get rid of me idiot," he continued to ridicule J.D. "How many time do I have to tell you that."

"Shut up," J.D hissed, turning over.

"Excuse me,"

"Sorry Dr. Richards, I was talking to myself."

"Obviously."

"Are you alright Mr. Dorian."

"I'm fine."

"Lying isn't going to solve your problems Pinocchio."

J.D choose to ignore the vexation in front of him and focus solely on Kathleen. "I just think I'm making a big mistake."

"Why do you believe that taking Mr. Adams off life support is a big mistake?"

"I don't know."

"Pathetic."

"Do you think that by taking this man off life support you're becoming just like him, a killer?"

"Maybe."

"There is no maybe Mr. Dorian," Kathleen replied, looking at J.D. "There are only yes and no answers but never room for maybes."

"I don't know-"

"Tell me, are you doing this out of revenge, punishing Walter for what he did to you or are you doing this because you know that there is nothing more this hospital can do for him. That he is as good as dead and there is positively no point in dragging him life on."

"Does it matter why I'm doing it?" J.D asked, sitting up on the sofa and staring at the doctor in front of him. "It was my decision to make and I choose what I wanted to do."

"Of course it was your decision to make," Kathleen hissed, her thin accent becoming thicker with each word. "But obviously you aren't sure if you made the right decision if you think you're making a big mistake."

"Why are you-"

"Did you make this decision based on personal feelings or the knowledge you have as a doctor?"

"What's the difference?"

"The difference Mr. Dorian is this. If you made the decision based on personal feelings then you are not only corrupting yourself but also your duty as a doctor. Personal vendettas are not ethical and certainly have no place in the oath you took as a doctor. You know the oath right, all doctors take it even me, first do no harm. As a doctor you learn firsthand to never make a decision with your heart but with your head. Please correct me if I'm wrong."

"You're right…about everything."

"Good, so now all you have to decided is whether you made the decision with your heart or with your head."

J.D remained quiet as Kathleen continued to look at him and the image of the other him stared at him with the same sadistic smile on his face. If only he knew that making the decision about Walter would have a greater effect on him then he could have imagined he would have never made it.

"Who you think you're fooling," the other him smiled as he slid down from the desk and walked over to J.D. He bent down so that he was face to face with the other man and moved in close to his ear. "We all know why you made the decision," he whispered. "It's take a real coward to become a murderer and a monster."

"I'm not a monster."

"Of course you are. You and Walter are like two peas in a cowardice murderous pod."

"That's not true," J.D whispered, using his hands to cover his ears and closing his eyes. The more the image talked the more true the words felt. Turning off the machine would make him feel like a murderer if he did it for the wrong reasons.

"Face it J.D, you're about to become a killer just like dear ole Walter. I bet he would be so proud."

"Mr. Dorian," Kathleen yelled for what felt like the hundredth time. For the past few minutes J.D went off into his own little dream world and began arguing with himself. She immediately knew something was wrong when the young man started to rock back and forth. Getting up from her chair, she walked over to the doctor and shook him on the shoulders, "Mr. Dorian."

Hearing Dr. Richards voice caused J.D to snap out of his daydream and ignore the voice of the image. Uncovering his ears and opening his eyes, he could see the female doctor holding on to his shoulders with a concern look in her eyes. "Dr. Richards-"

"Are you alright?"

"Could we maybe end today's session a bit early. I have a lot of thinking to do and I can't do it here."

"Of course," she nodded and walked back over to her chair while J.D got up and left out of the office. Secretly she prayed that this decision would compromise everything the two of them had been working so hard to fix. She didn't know what would become of J.D if she or his friends were able to get through to him.

Taking deep breaths, he walked until he was at the nurse's station where Elliot was there picking up charts. Plastering a fake smile on his face he made his way up to her and grabbed a few of her charts.

"Oh thanks J.D," she smiled graciously at her friend. "I will be so glad when you become reinstated again and I don't have to work so many shifts."

"I can't wait either. I can't believe I'm saying this but I actually miss working in this hellhole."

"I bet you do," she laughed, "So what's up?"

"I was wondering if you would do something for me."

"What is it?"

He took a deep breath as he looked around to make sure they were alone before making a sound. "I need you to get Walter's chart for me."

"Why?"

"I just need it Elliot, to help me figure out the right thing to do."

Elliot saw the look of seriousness on J.D's face and quickly nodded her head. If he needed her help with something she would do whatever it took to make sure he got it. "When do you need it?" she asked.

"Now would be good."

"Alright then let's go." And with that the two of them left the station and went to retrieve the chart. J.D was hopeful that he would find something to help make his decision better and the voice inside his head go away.

There you have it Chapter 14 is up and running and don't blink because Chapter 15 is on the way. I mean it, it should be posted soon and then this story will be over before you know it. Don't you just love how I brought Michael back. I thought he would like to see how J.D was doing after everything that happened to him and I hope that the Peter/Robert thing was cleared. I didn't realize I called him two different names until I reposted it on my computer after my old computer, with the original stories, including this one, died last year. I also hope you don't think I made Dan's recovery to fast because it's not like he's completely healed, he just can feel a little. And for all those who are wondering, J.D still has a few more appearences left before he goes away. Until next time.

Hugs and Kisses

"Re-Re"