JD didn't want to die. He was a demon, he couldn't die. Not unless another demon killed him.

"Get back here Scooter!"

But apparently the Janitor wanted him dead nevertheless.

Skidding to a halt and superspeeding down a hallway of Sacred Heart, JD dove into a closet that had been left a crack open, using a bit of telekinesis to slam the door shut, and lock it.

He held his breath as the Janitor ran straight past his door and down the next hallway a few moments after his discovery of sanctuary. He waited a few seconds before whining to himself, "Why does he hate me?" He didn't seem to notice that he was pouting as well.

He was still plenty shaken by the kiss the day before, and he hadn't seen Dr. Cox (or was it Perry now?) all day. He wasn't sure he wanted to, as he would probably freeze up and faint from all the blood that would rush to his face. And other areas. But let's not get into that just yet.

He peeked outside.

And was met with Elliot's bright smiling face. He jumped. How she always managed to ruin the moments was lost to him.

Elliot Reid: Moment Killer. His imaginative mind whispered.

"Hi JD!" The blonde chirped. Her face was a bright pink. "OhmygodIcan'tbelieveyoukissed."

JD blinked. "What?" He couldn't keep up with her Connecticutian-blabber.

"SQUEEitwassogonnahappen..." She continued on as if he had never said anything.

Shaking his head, he snuck away from her by dissolving into the shadows. She squawked indignantly once she realized this but he was already gone.

Why he hadn't thought of shadowmorphing while the Janitor was running after him with his accursed mop in hand he didn't know. Another 'Johnny-Moment,' as Dan called it, he supposed.

When he slunk next to the Nurses' Station, no one noticed. After all, "Its nothing but a creepily-shaped shadow, Carla Espinosa-Turk; whatever you do, do not let it scare you." He heard Carla mumble to herself.

JD grinned. He could have fun with this. Pranking was in his nature as a demon, after all. Demonism came with a few perks, much as he didn't like to admit.

He shaped himself so that he was looming over the Dominican woman eerily.

She didn't notice.

At least, not until she saw Laverne's wide-eyed stare and turned around.

She jerked backwards, backing into the desk, and screeched, "HOLY SHI--!"

"AH-HA!" JD lurched back in surprise as a mop came flying at him from his left. "Found you, Scooter!"

Shit. The Janitor. JD cursed silently and slipped away underneath the nearest door, which happened to be a patient's room.

He heard the Janitor's frustrated growl, and if shadows could smile in relief, he would.

But his expression would have quickly changed to one of horror as he realized just who he was sharing the room with.

"So, Ms. Birdin, you say you've been experiencing stomach pains?" Dr. Cox's voice rumbled through the room and JD slid underneath the patient's-- Nina Birdin-- bed. He prayed to a God that he knew damn well existed that the redhead had not noticed him; and if he had, had brushed it off as just some weird shadow.

"Yes." The soft-spoken woman answered, as if she had no clue what was wrong with her. The demon was not fooled. He had heard the nurses talking about her, and none had sounded too fond. She was a drug addict. She was probably here just for drugs to get high.

"Hmm." By Dr. Cox's tone, JD knew the man was not so oblivious to fall for it either. Elliot probably would have, but that was Elliot. Perry Cox was a world-weary man and had good reason to be-- he was not an easy man to fool at all. The demon knew that came in handy during hunting. "You've been throwing up a lot, having stomach cramps, food cravings, and have been gaining a lot of weight quickly."

If JD could, he would facepalm. He was no doctor (though he had wanted to be, once) and even he could tell just what exactly was going on. It was way too obvious.

"Yes." She answered again, this time truly not understanding.

Oh my jeebus… JD thought, wanting to groan.

"Oh my GOD, woman," Dr. Cox spat, finally losing his patience with the stupidity of this woman, "You're pregnant. Need I spell it for you? P-R-E-G-N-A-N-T. Four months in. Congratulations," he added in a scathingly sarcastic tone, "it's a crackbaby. What a wonderful life the poor sucker's gonna have, you stupid bitch."

He ended the last part in a snarl and stalked out of the room, and JD was quick to follow. The demon wanted to cheer for the doctor-hunter. If that didn't wake up the druggie to reality, nothing would.

Trailing after the bigger man, JD did his best to remain unseen. Which was pretty damn good, since he'd been doing this for over a thousand-freaking-years…

"You can come out now, Newbie, I know you're there."

…Damn it! How did he always know?!

Pouting, (and once again not realizing it) JD emerged in front of the hunter-doctor and shoved his hands in his pockets, refusing to meet the other man's eyes. His face was flushed.

Perry crossed his arms over his chest. "Mind telling me why you've been avoiding me all day, Priscilla?"

"I haven't been avoiding you, you've been avoiding me!" The demon fibbed.

Perry didn't buy it. "Is this about the kiss? 'Cause I damn sure don't regret it and I'd say the same for you."

"I-I-I…" The black-haired demon sounded so intelligent right now.

Noseflick. "Spit it out."

"If he finds out what you are to me he'll kill you…" JD said finally, his voice small and quiet.

Perry furrowed his brows together in confusion. "If who finds out?"

"L-Lucifer…"

At the very mention of the name the Irishman bared his teeth, "Why should he care?!"

"He'd use you to get to me, P-Perry." A leap of faith. JD wasn't quite sure if he should go on a first-name basis.

The redhead didn't seem to notice, and if he did, he was fine with it. JD hoped it was the 's angry expression softened. "Well, yeah, there's always that isn't it." He cursed, resisting the childish urge to stomp his foot like a five-year-old.

JD didn't respond.

Perry looked up from the floor which he had been studying, looked at something above the demon's head, and his eyes widened. He latched his vice-like grip onto JD's shoulders and threw him out of the way of an incoming projectile, leaving him in the line of fire in the demon's place.

Dr. Cox was hit face-first with a dirty, wet mop.

The Janitor snarled out a string of colorful curses. "Every time!"

The mop fell to the floor with a clatter and Perry blinked the soapwater out of his eyes, looking like all Hell would break loose.

…There was a chance it might.

JD watched the scene with wide eyes.

Oh shit.

"Jumpsuit…" Perry growled, his voice lowering a few decibels. His eyes flashed dangerously.

A/N: Hey guys! Sorry that it's taking me so long to update… life's been busy, as I said in the last chapter. I hope you haven't lost interest and will still review!