He always watched the world around him like a TV show. Something made exclusively and only for him. He wafted through the crowds, no one ever noticing him. Then again, it was kind of hard to notice someone you couldn't even see, right?

They passed straight through him, feeling nothing but a faint cold chill that could be brushed off within seconds. At first, he had been endlessly frustrated. Couldn't at least one person see him, like in those crappy movies? He ached for social interaction. And then he began to wonder why he was even still there. Why hadn't he passed on, already? To the afterlife or something, since it apparently existed?

He could find no answers.

He had died in this hospital, Sacred Heart. He always had a weak heart, like his father. But he had been so young! Why did he have to die? He missed his job at SeaWorld... he missed knowing his meaning in life at all. He had devoted himself to those dolphins.

He had been dead for nearly a year. But he was still there. He had tried to leave Sacred Heart before, but it was as if some boundary was keeping him rooted to the place (the only time he'd gotten out was to go to his own funeral, though afterwards he... 'passed out.' Though he was very much deceased, that was the only phrase he could find to describe it. He had 'woken up' back at the hospital, somehow. remembering nothing of how he'd ended up back there.) He could not go outside, not even to stick his head out a window, or poke a finger out an opened door. He watched people come and go every day, saw souls leave their bodies and fade away like he had expected to... to somewhere better. Hopefully.

He was going mad. What was his purpose, here?

To make matters worse, he had begun to grow feelings for the neurotic blonde doctor, Elliot Reid. He followed her around, sometimes (and felt like a creep all the while). She didn't even know he existed. Literally. Plus, she was dating that Janitor dude, now. Apparently. Sorta. Kind of?

Oh, and then there was the fact she was a demon hunter, or—something. He didn't quite understand half of what she and her friends blabbered about. Well. He glanced at Dr. Cox. He used the term 'friends' loosely. The curly-headed Irishman was discussing something with that JD... gay demon guy-person. Um. What WAS he? Oh, and his weird-ass brother.

Oh, and Elliot was missing. Couldn't forget that. 'Lucifer' had taken her. Even in death, he wasn't, uh... educated on religious names, but he was pretty sure Lucifer was the name of the Devil. Or was that Samael or something?

He was a godforsaken ghost, what could he do to help?

Sean Kelly rubbed the back of his neck with a sigh—wishing that he could feel his hand.

Elliot had taken to staring up at the dark ceiling numbly.

Her friends would come for her. Because, really. They were trained for this sort of... stuff.

Despite what Cox always said, she didn't believe in fairytale endings. Something bad would happen, but they would prevail, right? They had before. There was this one time when a vampire had tried to rip her throat out. It was all a panicked blur to her now—way back from when she was a poor, stupid rookie—and Turk had blasted its head off with a shotgun, Perry staked it, and Carla immediately set to work on burning it to ashes while the other two leapt to Elliot's aid.

She had still recieved a wound on her neck; there was even a tiny scar to this day. Glenn—erm, the Janitor—whatever he wanted to be called, had commented on it on their first date (y'know, when he was inspecting her for bad scratches after the cats scratched the living hell out of her. He was so sweet—). But it hadn't been incredibly deep, because her friends were there to save her, just in time.

Friends, friends, friends. She felt corny and fake using that word, especially with how her mother had degraded it so much all her life, but frickdammit it was true.

Even as she tried to convince herself, there was no dissolving that one glimmer of dread in her gut.

Perry paused for a second, "So you're saying...?"

Dan nodded and it reminded JD of a muppet's silly head motions, which was just incredibly irrelevant but hell, it was Dan. "If what the Janitornator over here—"

"HEY!"

"—told us is true—"

The Janitor scowled viciously. "It IS, evil original spawn of my nemesis's parental units!"

"—Okay, firstly: that was lame, and two: we can create a temporary window into Lucifer's dungeons."

Carla cut in, "How are you so sure Elliot will be there?"

"It's where he kept us," Jordan answered. "Where else?"

"Dude, don't you watch TV?" Cried Turk, aghast. "Once they've used the dungeons, they'll use the towers hiiiiigh above the ground!"

Ben said, "Uh, Christopher? I think you're a bit 'hiiiiigh.'"

Molly giggled.

If he didn't have such a large ego, Perry would have faceplanted right then and there.

Janitor rolled his eyes. "Not even I am this insane."

"Yes you are." Snapped JD.

For a moment, Janitor looked as if he was about to whack him over the head with his mop (he still HAD that thing with him?), but then he actually stopped to consider it. "...True." He shrugged. "Okay, now onto the subject of getting my girlfriend back." He pointed his finger at an invisible spot between Carla and Jordan, "We'll need this guy."

Silence passed over them for a moment. "WHAT guy?" Perry barked.

"The dead guy. The one who had a heart attack. He's a ghost now. Forgot his name." There was some more silence, and the Janitor gave an internal dramatic sigh, I am a Shifter. S-H-I-F-T-E-R. Shaman, animal-shifter, and spirit-communicator. DO I NEED TO SPELL IT OUT FOR YOU? ...Oh, wait. I just did.

Ben blinked and Molly tilted her head. Jordan scoffed, "If there was a spirit here, I think demons like us would be able to see them."

"Actually..." JD drifted off.

Dan stared at him. "You can see him, little bro?" Well, JD had always been the flipping special one, hadn't he? Pfft.

JD shook his head. "No. But... I can feel him. Like a disturbance in the air."

"How's a ghost gonna help us?" Turk asked, nose wrinkling in confusion.

The Janitor snorted. "More than you think."

Amidst all the chatter, Sean was frozen, staring at the Janitor's finger that was still right in his face. And he was mentally freaking out.

A/N: So. Do you think including Sean was a good idea? I want to include as many Scrubs characters as I can. (Ted will be showing up soon.) I know it may seem a bit sudden, but think: Sean's a ghost. They didn't notice him, and the Janitor's had no need to mention him until now. And JD didn't realize he was there, either, until he started focusing on searching for him just now.

Oh, and HAPPY NEW YEARS! 2011, here we come!