Ok people. I am having a horribly hard time writing the next chapter of my "Carefree No Longer" fic...so I'm going to try this other little thing that's been rattling around in my obsessed brain lately. Here's hoping it doesn't suck! Because I'm a loser and it's getting waaay late and for some reason I feel like I absolutely need to post something - I'm posting this tiny little prologue thingy. Apparently I can only write hugely long chapters or minuscule ones. Heh.

Disclaimer: I don't own Scrubs or anything in or about it.


Coming back to work after having seven days off can be a lot of things. It can be depressing if you've just spent a week scuba diving off the coast of the island of Crete and sipping apple martinis by the light of the a clear starry sky. It can be relieving if those seven days were spent mourning your Jewish Aunt that died in a boating accident and you have had enough bagels and family bonding to last until Christ's return...only your Jewish so you don't believe in Christ's return. It can be joyous even if those seven days were spent touring the castles of Europe and hiking in the Highlands of Scotland when you're coming back to a job you love and friends you missed.

I guess for me it's a mixture of all those things. Throw in fear, anxiety, and uncertainty and I think you'd just about have it right. I feel like I've been at war over seas for two years and am coming home for the first time and I don't know what kind of reception I'm going to get. This is the longest I've ever been away from this place. Since I've met him it's the longest I've gone without talking to Turk. This was my first real vacation. A whole week. It impressed me so much I don't think I'll ever take a vacation again.

I adjust my backpack and grab a hold of the shoulder straps. Well, there it is. Sacred Heart. It looks the same as always. A glance at my watch tells me that I've lingered out here for long enough. It's time to go in there and start my day. I hope I haven't forgotten anything. The best thing to do is just jump in with both feet.

"It's only been seven days." I tell myself out loud. "It's not like anything has changed."

Except me.