OK! These are just a few mini song fics that I decided to write. So far there are eight but there will hopefully be more eventually. They are a tad disjointed but it is obvious which characters they are about so not hard to follow. The specific lyric (if used) is at the start of the fic or it is just based on the title of the song.

DISCLAIMERS – I do not own Scrubs or any Scrubs related stuff and I most defiantly do not own the songs that these fictions are based on. They all belong to the talented musicians who wrote them. I just borrow and play 

Enjoy

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In your reflection, he lives in you...

Standing in front of the mirror, Perry looked critically at his reflection. This was always something that had troubled him but even more so now that he was older. The older he got, the more of his father he could see in himself. He hated to admit it, of course, but he couldn't deny it. His father had the same physical bulk as him, although the bastard had never worked out to make something of it. The craggy face and the dark circles were familiar, as was the red – brown hair. Sometimes, in the middle of the night, when he was barely awake but needing to pee, Perry would start at his reflection as he passed the mirror. It was almost as though he was back in the room.

And the course the temper was his, although sometimes Perry wondered whether that was inherited or the result of his upbringing. It was probably both. Perry knew that his temper was his worst fault but no matter how hard he try, it was always easier to give in to the demons and really have a go at someone. It terrified him – his temper combined with the dependency on alcohol to see him through the bad times meant that he could feel his father inhabiting him. He was dormant but good Lord, he was there, and what scared Perry the most was that one day he would wake up and not be able to tell what parts of himself belonged only to him and what parts his father had claim to.

As he stood staring at himself, he was dragged out of his train of thought by a tiny but persistent knock on the door.

"Daddy!" Jack called, "Mommy says get your butt out here for dinner!"

Perry opened the door and swept his son up into his arms.

"Come on then, Jacky-boy."

"Perry, put a shirt on at the table," Jordan smirked as he sat down.

From their bedroom, he could see his young family sat at the table. Jordan was feeding Jennifer and Jack was attempting to feed himself. And right at that moment, Perry knew. His father may still have control over him in many ways and always would do. But he would never dictate how Perry would treat his family, especially his children. Perry would rather die than harm his children or Jordan. That was one fight that his father would never win.