Disclaimer: Still don't own Scrubs

Author's Note: Alright, I'll admit it, I've had this fic finished for about 4 months, I've just been too lazy to post. So here's the first of the final chapters of pt. 2 of this thrilling-ly depressing trilogy. Expect it all to be up by the end of next week. The end of this part kind of disappoints me, but bear with it.

Chapter 7

I talked to Carla and she agreed not to come by the bar that night. I needed to talk to him by myself.

"So..." he said, rolling his hand to try and get me to the point. "You said you really needed to talk to me and now you've got me a bit nervous. What's up?"

By this point I had had a few drinks in me and my ability to self censor was pretty much gone. "I'm a recovering drug addict going through my second round of withdrawal and I would really love to keep going out with you because I don't use when I'm around you, but I'm also afraid of what I may say or do and I don't want to hurt you."

Lance sat quietly for a few moments, taking everything in. I knew that I had lost him, everything was going to end.

"Take me back to your place..." he said after a long wait. I was confused.

Admittedly I was a little disappointed when we got back to my apartment. He forced me to pull out any stash I had hidden and he frisked my house for anything I didn't give him.

"You said you wanted my help," he shook the garbage bag in his hands a few times, the user inside me was screaming. He took the bag and closed my door, leaving me in the room unable to see where he took it. The door opened and he was empty handed.

"All gone," he said, taking a seat next to me on the couch.

"So," I said, feeling fairly awkward. "How about you? Anything I should know?"

"Well," he said softly. "My biggest secret was the gay thing, but I think you may have figured that out already."

"You're gay?" I said, faking shock. "Oh man, I can't believe you saw me naked! I feel so embarrassed." We both laughed awkwardly.

"JD, I know you feel sort of, well, strange right now," he said, running fingers through my hair. "But I really like you, and it seems like nothing is going to change that."

I could feel something catch in my throat. There were very few people in the world that would say that to me right now. I didn't know how to respond...

And I didn't need to. I could feel lips pressing against mine and I sank into it. I knew one thing in that moment.

I was going to get better...

I had to...

I was nervous. I was really nervous. Having Carla and Elliot know didn't bother me, having Dr. Cox know bothered me a little, but not too much. But Turk...I did not know how I was going to handle telling Turk.

"Do I have to?" I said, receiving a glare from both Lance and Carla. "Fine...Hey! Turk!"

"What's up, dawg!" He said, high fiving me in the process. "I just got finished removing a golf club from a man's anus, we told him the last time he was here that his girlfriend was a little off..."

"Turk," I said, cutting him off from the highly inappropriate for what I was about to tell him story. "I've got to talk to you about something."

"You're dating that murse, already know, but seriously man. This guy had to try and walk here with a golf club sticking out of his..."

"Wait..." I said, cutting him off. "You already..."

"Knew it before you did, you were the only person around here who hadn't realized it."

"I am offended," I stated, Turk just laughed.

"You know that week in college you couldn't remember? The party week?"

I nodded, a classic example of why I don't drink. "Well, you didn't exactly wake up alone. Remember the exchange student?"

"Lola?" I said, hoping that was the answer.

"No, Nicolas. I caught him sneaking out of the room one night. That's why me and Shmitty kept you drinking. We figured you wouldn't want to remember."

"Well, guess we were wrong. So seriously man, Carla has been dying for a double date. When's that happening?"

1 Month Later

My skin was on fire yet I was shivering. I wanted to claw at my arms and make it go away, but something was holding me back. There was a calming warmth against my neck but all I wanted was to push it off and make it go away.

"It'll be okay," he whispered, keeping his hands wrapped tightly around my body. "This will pass, you'll be fine."

"Get the fuck off me!" I screamed, thrashing against him. "You don't know! You don't know!"

His grip tightened and I knew I had hurt him. "JD," he said, trying to keep his voice calm. "JD, shh, it's okay, you don't need this, you have me."

"No!" I yelled, pulling away. "No I don't, I never will, everybody says that and they don't. They leave, they die. They all go away..."

He pulled me again. "No," I said with a sob, everything slowing down around me, the episode passing.

And for an hour we sat in silence.

And he didn't leave.

I took a deep breathe and leaned into him. "I warned you..."

He laughed softly. "I know."

"If you want to leave..."

"No, I made a promise."

"You did."

"I plan on keeping it."

And we stayed there, wrapped in each others embrace until the sun rose that morning, the episode far from either of our minds...