OK! This is the only story I forgot to update before my break. I'll probably keep updating this until Christmas. Because it's a Christmas story and all.

RandR

When you have something really important to think about, you can't think about anything else, whether it's a child………………

Elliot looked back down at the baby and her arms. She wriggled in the small spare blanket Carla had stored in the backseat for Izzy.

"What should I name her?" she asked her friends. Carla and Jordan sighed in the front seat. They were on their way back from the mall, where they had found a helpless baby in the arms of an old, sick woman.

"I dunno," Carla said. Elliot was smiling, looking at the baby again. The baby looked at her and giggled. Then Jordan's cell phone rang. She picked it up.

"What?" she asked rudely to whom Elliot guessed was Perry. Elliot looked back at the child's small face and wondered what name she had before, if she even had one. Elliot then looked a little worried. Had she had her shots? What was her birthday? How old was she? All of these questions plus more ran through her head.

Jordan hung up, then looked at Carla, whom was driving.

"Perry just took Jack to the Hospital. I got to go see him." She said worryingly.

"Why?" Carla said "What's wrong with him?"

"Something about a stomach virus. I don't know!" she said back, starring forward. Carla looked back onto the road and continued the drive to the hospital.

"Maybe I could see how old you are…." Elliot told the baby. She wrinkled her small button nose.

They arrived at the Hospital, and Jordan ran straight in. Carla and Elliot slowly walked behind, looking at the baby's small face.

"She's adorable….." Carla said as she stuck her hands in her pockets.

"I know! I wish I had a name for her though," Elliot frowned as they made their way into the hospital.

Or a special present you had for one of your ex-wife, but was going to be ruined by an ex mother in law………

Perry looked at the small boy in the room. He was sleeping, while some people checked him for a virus. Jennifer waddled on her tiny feet near the door, and giggled as she hit her head on it. She fell onto the floor and laughed as she looked up at Perry. He smiled at her.

"Where is he?! Is he OK? What's wrong with him? Is he going to die? When is he gonna die? I don't want him to die! I-" Jordan ran to him with all the questions, and then Perry's hand covered her babbling mouth. He pointed at the room Jack was in, and then took his hand away.

She watched all of the doctors check the little boy. The men looked at them through the glass window. He smiled. The stress was relieved for a moment, and then let right back on again.

"Where's Jenny?" she asked him. His face was still with confusion. He looked at where the child had been, she had disappeared. Then Carla walked up to him.

"Your kid is following me," she said as she handed Jenny back to Perry. Elliot stood beside Carla, with Baby (That's its name!)

"I don't want to know." Perry said as he shooed Carla and Elliot away. He turned back to the room window, where he stood and watched his son lye there in bed. He saw him blink, and Jordan's face automatically lit up. She ran in the room, and started jumping around with him in her arms.

Perry rolled his eyes. He didn't tell her about her mother wanting them to go visit her for the holidays yet. He had the perfect present for her, and she had been asking for it for weeks. It would be ruined by that fire breathing, child consuming, old, bat dragon that was his mother in law...

She had been telling him that they needed a house now that they had two kids. He didn't agree, so he wanted to surprise her with a huge, brick house on the other side of town. She wouldn't be able to see it on Christmas, it was ruined.

If he asked her to stay home (like he was going to do) she would say no, and he would be left alone, again.

He looked back at them in the room, while bouncing a gitty Jennifer Dylan in his arms. This was going to be hard if he wanted to give it to her on Christmas.

Sometimes, it's just that you want to spend the holidays with you son………………………

JD touched the side of his head, and thought back to the last time that he'd saw Sam. 2 months ago. He got up out of the chair he was sitting in, and then starred at his bed. He dropped soundly onto it, and then groaned.

"Dude!" Turk said, opening the closed bedroom door. "You mind keeping it down? Izzy's trying to sleep! Peace out V-bear!"

He flicked the lights that were on, off then closed the door. He had his kid for her first Christmas. He didn't. JD sighed, and then turned to the other side of the room. There was the present he planned on giving Sam this year for Christmas.

He couldn't sleep, so he turned on the small television that was in his room. The news was on. Boring. All there was on that show was fires, Building tipping over etc. none of the stuff anybody even cared about!

He flicked the power button and turned it off. The room went dark again like before. JD threw the blanket he had on himself to the floor in front of his bed. He got up and walked out of the room.

The kitchen lights were still off, and he walked out the front door, grabbing his jacket on the way out. His slippers would have to do to make up for the shoes he had left behind in the apartment.

His cell phone rang. He thought who would be up this late? But, of course, look at him. He was waltzing out of his apartment at 3 in the morning!

He picked it up, recognizing the number. He heard a familiar voice on the other side.

"Hey, JD?" Elliot spoke, like she was upset. JD stopped in the hallway, and leaned up against a wall.

"Hey! What's wrong?" he asked her, kicking his shoes against the wall behind him lightly.

"The baby! She…..she…..I don't know! There's something wrong with her! Please! Come help me!" she yelled. JD could hear loud screaming in the background. Also, he could hear faint yells 'Shut up! We're tryin to sleep!'

"Yeah, I'll be right over. Love you." He told his girlfriend. She sniffed.

"Love you too. Bye." She hung up, and JD raced for the elevator. The numbers seemed like a blur. He finally found the right button, pushed it, and then waited for the doors to open.

Or, you just want the best first Christmas ever for your baby……………

Carla looked at Turk sleeping. He turned over, and Carla looked up at the ceiling. It seemed that there was no time between now and the big day. It seemed impossible for the perfect Christmas in one day. She sighed, and rolled over to look at the television which was on Mute.

A burning house appeared on the screen it looked kind of like Kim's, but she assumed it wasn't. But, out of curiosity, she turned the volume up.

"Today, at 2am, there was a terrible fire at the residence shown. A woman, about mid thirties, and an infant, were awoken before the flames go to them." The news reporter said.

Carla shook Turk, her eyes not leaving the screen. Turk rolled over and over, then put his head under the pillow and mumbled 'No! I don't want any bananas! Leave me alone you giant teddy bear! Ahh!'

Turk finally got up, and looked at the TV. His jaw dropped open, and his eyes wide. Almost identical to Carla's.

"They didn't get burned…." Carla said in an almost whisper. Turk showed no answer in his expression.

"Here are the two people that were almost burned in the fire. Kim and her son, Sam." The news guy said again.

"JD!" Turk and Carla yelled at the same time. They ran out of the room together. Once they reached JD's door, the noticed it was completely opened. They searched inside, and found nothing but a blanket on the floor.

"Elliot! He's at Elliot's!" Carla said to Turk. Turk gasped, and almost pushed his wife over to get the phone. She found her balance, and stood next to Turk while he tried to reach Elliot.

Izzy started crying, and Carla went to see her. Isabella was standing up in her crib, crying her eyes out, while she banged her tiny fists on the crib bars.

"Izzy, baby….honey…stop crying..." Carla whispered to her as she rocked her in her arms. Carla found a Santa's hat near the door, and fit it on Izzy's tiny head. Izzy giggled. She loved Christmas. Carla smiled.

Every time you have something to worry about, there's always something in the way of it all.

Hope you liked! Lot's and lots of drama! Lolz

Review and make me happy!

-emo