"So…" the Janitor said slowly, accompanied with a long blink, "…you want me to help you get through Hell and out untouched?" His electric blue eyes looked stunned and slightly wide.

Perry let out a groan as if he was in pain, which in a way, he was. His headache was being slaughtered by Jumpsuit's denseness. He pinched the bridge of his nose to ward off the throbbing in his head, though as a doctor, he knew better than to think it would work. Old habits died hard, however. "Yes, for God's sake, yes! Do I have to spell it out for you, Lurch?!" His voice raised an octave and the Janitor shifted slightly in reaction to it. "This is like, what, the fifteenth time I've told you?"

"I understood you the first time." the Janitor told him almost casually, leaning on his mophandle. They were standing on the hospital roof, where they could talk uninterrupted.

"Then why the hell--"

"I was just wondering how someone could be so stupid as to even consider trying to save the Others. They're doomed. This is Lucifer we're talking about, not some damn lower-class devil!" the Janitor was practically yelling by the end, and for a second Perry couldn't find anything to say.

"We have to try." There was an almost untraceable note of desperation in the redhead's voice that the Janitor almost missed. Said maintenance man hesitated and arched an eyebrow at this before continuing.

"And why is that? Why do you have to save them?" the Janitor was really getting into this now. He could tell there was more to Angry Doctor's persistence to go on than just pure stubbornness. "What-- do you feel obligated to, somehow?"

Perry raised his chin, glaring with his signature crazy-eyes, "It's my and the others' destinies, in case you weren't listening." He decided to ignore how insane that sounded, coming from him, a man who had previously never believed in someone's life being planned out. He didn't like where this was heading, he could feel it. He had to steer Lurch off course and get him to say yes already.

The Janitor shrugged, crossing his arms on top of the mophandle and resting his own chin on them, "People don't go through with their destinies all the time." He grinned a little, "There's more, isn't there?"

"That's it." Perry's voice gained an edge to it.

"Sure, sure. Seriously, do you have a thing for this JD guy or something--"

"Jumpsuit. Shut the fuck up."

The Janitor shut the fuck up.

"JD?"

Said demon looked up. "Oh, hey Elliot." He smiled friendly at her. "How's it goin' so far? With, you know."

The blonde huntress shrugged, and her smile was forced, "I'm fine, for the most part. Turk's still a little messed up, but Carla's taking good care of him." She sat down beside him on the couch. They were still in Turk and Carla's apartment. Said couple had disappeared into their bedroom with Elliot, who had just come out to escort Keith to the door.

"And Keith?" JD tried to sound nonchalant, but he couldn't help but feel a bit of distaste for the pretty-boy intern. He knew it was irrational, but still.

"He's… scarred for life, thanks to Dr. Cox."

JD laughed and Elliot's smile became genuine. She couldn't quite tell what it was, but every time the Irishman's name was mentioned around JD it just seemed to lift his spirits immediately. There was something between them that she couldn't quite name. She'd never seen Dr. Cox smile so much-- even if he hid it well.

"Baby, what if we have to do a sacrifice after all?"

Carla almost groaned, "We won't, Turk."

"How do you know?!"

She gave him a slight glare: Don't push it, hun it said. "Because I have faith."

Turk's dark eyes were showing emotions he swore they would never show, "What if-- Carla-- the baby?" He looked frantic with worry and dread. "I can't let you go down there, not while you're pregnant."

Carla's glare softened, "Turk, honey, I'll be fine. I've been doing this for years."

"You haven't been pregnant for years."

Carla sighed, "Turk--"

"Carla, no. This is our baby we're talking about. And just when were you planning on telling anyone besides me?" There was a hint of accusation in the bald man's voice at the last part.

"Soon, baby." Carla soothed, rubbing his shoulder, "After we get back from Hell-- all of us. Alive."

A/N: HOO MAMA. Review?