Okay there's gonna be a scan in this chapter! Obviously, flying several days ahead for this (several weeks even) so that now she's actually 3 months pregnant. I hope you enjoy the extra special addition of fluff I put in there too ;) Enjoy! xxxNTxxx

Day 429 – Elliot Reid

Today, Elliot was incredibly excited. Three months ago, she was hating every second of the pregnancy, but through the weeks she was becoming more and more maternal. She had also become overly emotional, which was tiresome and sometimes harsh on the people around her. Carla, unfortunately, had grown a little jealous that Elliot had so easily become pregnant by accident whilst she and Turk still could not seem to, but over all she was being a good friend. Elliot respected her for that. JD was perfect all round, taking the snaps and turns of a hormonally challenged doctor who was already pretty emotionally damaged in the first place. He fetched her drinks, took on her patients whenever she felt like going for a walk and was making a nursery in their apartment ready for when the little thing came out.

But most of all, Elliot loved how sweet and gentlemanly the Janitor was being. He would help her up and down stairs, rub her stomach every morning and talk her down whenever she felt particularly hectic. He was even helping make the nursery with JD! They hadn't argued (in front of her) since their meeting three months ago, which meant that the both of them were really trying for her. It felt good to be the pampered one, even if neither of them really loved her any more.

That was the sad truth. She was pregnant, but neither of them wanted her anymore. JD had decided that exact same as her – that what they did was a release, a bit of closure from their abruptly ended relationship and that neither of them wanted to do that again. Meanwhile, the Janitor probably still hated her guts for what she did and wouldn't want to touch her again. She repeated her last judgment in her head – it feels great to be the pampered, unloved one.

Pushing those thoughts aside, Elliot knew she had to be happy today. Today, she was getting her first scan! In this she would be able to see her baby, and know at what time he/she would be due. This was the most exciting moment of her life so far, but her parents couldn't even be here for it. They were otherwise engaged – which meant that they couldn't be bothered to travel the distance just to see a sonogram picture. Spitefully, Elliot was quite glad. She didn't want them to be a part of this if they didn't want to be. You'd think they'd be happy, but no; pregnancy means getting fat, and her mother made sure to point that out.

There were only two people in the world she wanted to be there for sure, and she was calling one of them now from the nurse's station. JD picked up the phone after several rings, which concerned her.

"Are you busy?" She asked straight away.

"I was, and I'm gonna be, why?" JD answered, and there was a distinct cry of pain from the receiver. "Coming, Mrs Gaterwick!"

"Oh no, you forgot..." Elliot's heart sank. "It's the sonogram today."

"Oh, crap." JD hissed. "No, I didn't forget, I remembered this morning but since coming in for work I got a little preoccupied. Dr Cox is punishing me for trying to hitch a ride in his car so now I have all of his patients as well as my own. I'm swamped!"

"That's... okay." Elliot forced a smile even though he couldn't see her. It somehow made her feel better and at least Carla was witness to it. "No, that's fine, really. We'll get an image laminated for you, we're getting three copies anyway."

"I really wanna be there, though." JD whined. "Look, I promise to not get into trouble with Dr Cox for the next one."

"Sure thing." Elliot agreed, and the receiver went dead. She stared at her cell a little blankly and then shrugged. "Aw, Hell, it's not that bad. He'll still get to see what maybe-his-baby looks like."

"You sound so slutty." Carla commented. "Sorry, it had to be said."

"I don't care, I can take it." Elliot laughed at her. "But seriously, why the frick would Dr Cox do that to him knowing full well about the scan date? I practically screamed it at everyone before."

"Be-cause..." A long-winded syllable-punching voice sounded behind them, and Elliot cringed as she turned to face the very man she had just been talking about. "You remember all that time ago when you comple-he-tely crushed me and my good ex-wife Jordan over a silly little 'bitch-slap Barbie' moment, yah?"

"What?" Elliot scanned her memories for the correct time, and then she remembered. "Oh yeah, I remember... saying you were both riddled with issues and... then saying that you won't ever bother me... because I was so happy... and giving you a smug smile...?" She winced.

"Yes. Yes, that would be the time I was referring to." Dr Cox jumped up and down on the spot. "This here is what we in the business call Pay Back!

"That is so not fair!" Elliot complained, holding her slight bump as she shifted the weight of her feet to show her unhappiness. "You can't punish him for something I did."

"He also ran after my car down three blocks." Dr Cox seemed to frown. "Damn it all, you have to applaud his commitment."

"I still don't think you're being very fair." Carla added to the conversation. "But whatever, it's not my place to gossip."

"When is it ever." Dr Cox scoffed on his way down the hall. Elliot glared after him and then stomped her foot.

"Frick! Why does he have to be such a grumpy guy?" She groaned. "Anyhoo, I should really go see the Janitor, and make sure he isn't too busy either."

"Last time I saw him, he was fixing a bulb on the fifth floor station."

"Thanks, Carla."

Sure enough, Elliot did find the love of her life up a ladder and fixing a bulb. He looked down and nodded at her before continuing to screwdriver his way through nuts and bolts that connected the protective case of the light.

"Remember what day it is?" She asked, trying to be casual.

"Blonde Doctor's scan thingy." He replied, acting blasé, but then grinned and stepped down from his work. "I know. I'm coming – it's now, isn't it?"

"Five minutes." She nodded, unable to hold back the grin on her face. "I can't believe we're already here."

"There's more to come, apparently." He shrugged at her. "Alright, let's get down there. Where's Scooter Pie?"

"Busy," She replied edgily, unsure whether this would spark a manly competition between them. But instead of showing off his glee at the thought of being the only one of the two of them available, he rather gracefully held out his hand and nodded to it. She took it . "Thank you."

It's strange how with certain people, silence doesn't have to be uncomfortable. Just the act of walking some place without having to talk and still feel totally at peace with everything was surely a sign of love. Elliot was trying desperately not to seem like she wanted him back, even though deep down she did, because he would decide in his own time. But lately he'd stopped being so awkward around her, stopped being difficult and angry and bitter; and it wasn't just the baby that was the new factor, because he still was a little cautious in the first couple weeks. No, this was different. He was more at home, now. I mean, come on, they were holding hands for frick's sake! That must also be a sign.

They arrived, was greeted by a lovely female doctor and told to make themselves comfortable (although sitting in stirrups was not exactly the lounging opportunity Elliot would have preferred to take considering her back ached so much). The Janitor sat beside her, but still they did not speak. The silence was comforting.

After waiting what seemed like a life time, the doctor came back and did what she did best, with only Elliot answering the questions that she poised. Nothing about the atmosphere or equilibrium changed – until the sonogram glowed a dusty, abstract image of something tiny moving in her womb. That's when Elliot felt her hand being held by someone else's, one larger than her own, that squeezed her tight. Yet still they did not speak.

They just sat, together, holding hands. Never before had Elliot felt so complete.