A Well Respected Man (Chapter 15)
Title: A Well Respected Man (Chapter 15)
Author: ar_poe
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Drug recovery, very mild slash (all fluff)
Summary: Spoilers for 'The Big Game' and 'Revelations.' What happened during Dr. Reid's group therapy and throughout his recovery.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 9b, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, and my accompanying picspam.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, unfortunately.
Chapter 15
Spencer sat on the plane between the window and Derek, arm draped lazily over a black soft cover Moleskine while the other held his head not-so-comfortably as he slept partially off of the seat. Derek looked at him, his frail body curled up in the small seat, leaned over and leaning against the side of the plane, hair hanging in his face, and smiled.
Derek placed his headphones over his head and sunk himself deeper into his seat, wrapping his forearm across Spencer's for the contact, for the rush he felt whenever he felt Spencer's velvety skin...
Derek smiled to himself as his eyes closed, taking in all of the feelings and emotions. The feeling of Spencer beneath his skin, Spencer's willingness to officially meet his family, his family's acceptance...
As soon as he drifted off to sleep, he felt Spencer stir and he opened his eyes just in time to see Spencer sit up reluctantly and look over to Derek, still half asleep. Spencer blinked a few times and looked down to their arms. He turned his arm over and entwined his fingers with Derek's before leaning over and resting his head on Derek's shoulder, attempting to get a little bit more rest before landing in Chicago.
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Spencer frowned as they pulled up and parked in front of a cozy two story home only to find three women standing outside on the porch, arms crossed and waiting.
“I really should have had you brief me on the inner workings of your family before we arrived.”
Derek looked over to Spencer as he unbuckled his seat belt, eyebrow raised. “Seriously, Spence?”
Spencer nibbled on his bottom lip as he offered Derek a reluctant look and unbuckled his own seat belt. Derek stepped out of the car and around to the trunk to pull their bags out, grinning to himself when he heard, “Derek, baby!” and footsteps padding toward the car.
Spencer met him at the back of the car, fetching his own bag and closing the trunk as Ms. Morgan wrapped her son up in a hug.
“Hey, momma.” He greeted as he kissed her cheek. “You remember Spencer.” Derek added, motioning towards Spence as he hugged his sisters.
Spencer waved awkwardly as he watched the scene unfold, completely taken aback when she wrapped him up in a hug of his own. “Of course I do! That was such a while ago, though.” She pulled back from her hug but left her hand on Spencer's back, leading him towards the house. “I've already started making dinner!”
Derek followed Spencer and his mother into the house, winking at Spence as they entered the house.
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Spencer sat next to Derek at the kitchen table, across from Desiree and Sarah, and Ms. Morgan who was sitting at the end of the table amidst bowls of mashed potatoes and meat and various vegetables.
Spencer politely turned down a glass of red wine with a small smile, and briefly wondered how much Derek had told his family about his drug addiction when a small, understanding sparkle passed through Ms. Morgan's eyes. Instead, Spencer took a coke and followed the family's orders when it came to passing plates.
“So, Spencer.” Ms. Morgan began as everyone ate. Spencer tried to keep the frown from forming on his face; this was the type of thing he was dreading, the questions. This is for Derek, he thought to himself as he forced himself to look up questioningly, waiting for her to ask her question.
“Where'd you grow up and go to school?”
Spencer finished chewing as he looked from face to face. “I grew up in Las Vegas and went to public school for a few years before I went to CalTech.”
“He graduated from high school when he was twelve.” Derek added, a proud look in his eye as he took another bite.
Spencer looked at Derek for a second, panic rising. This was usually the time when people began to look at him strangely... “Yeah...” was all he could muster.
“Oh my God, really?” Sarah's eyes were wide and they attractively matched her huge grin. “That's so amazing. What'd you do for all that time at college then?”
Spencer blinked, staring at her dumbly with a look of confusion. “Oh, uh...” He stared down at his plate for a second as he tried to compose himself. “I completed three doctorates in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering, and two undergraduate degrees in psychology and sociology. I'm currently working on one in philosophy.” Her eyes grew even wider as she grinned at Desiree, and Spencer was sure there was some kind of hidden message being shared between the two. You're being ridiculous, Spencer. Spencer looked over to Derek then, who had a pleased smile draped across his face; he looked happy and content. Maybe there were no hidden motives.
“It took me four years just to complete my undergraduate degree...” Desiree said in awe.
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Spencer laid in the queen sized bed tiredly as he waited for Derek to finish showering. He closed his eyes and breathed in the fragrance of the linens, sinking deeper into the mattress as he cocooned himself further. Derek's family had, without a word, fixed up Derek's old bedroom for the two of them, complete with new paint and a queen sized bed, and offered them fresh coffee and a large breakfast for the next morning.
Spencer felt a weight press down on the bed and he opened his eyes groggily.
“Sorry, babe.” Derek whispered and was answered only by a thin but strong arm reaching out and pulling Derek closer. Derek smiled and sank deeper into the bed, turning the light out in the process, which caused Spencer to visibly tense.
“It's okay.” Derek whispered, running a hand through Spencer's hair as he felt Spencer's eyelashes flutter closed against his chest.
“Your family's amazing.” Spencer mumbled, half asleep, into the nape of Derek's neck.
Derek gave a small chuckle. “Don't think I didn't see ya panic in there, Spence. They loved you.” Derek kissed the top of Spencer's head before nuzzling his face in his hair, and ultimately drifting off to a wonderful sleep.
Author: ar_poe
Rating: PG/PG-13
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Warnings: Drug recovery, very mild slash (all fluff)
Summary: Spoilers for 'The Big Game' and 'Revelations.' What happened during Dr. Reid's group therapy and throughout his recovery.
1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9 and 9b, 10, 11, 12, 13, 14, and my accompanying picspam.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds, unfortunately.
Chapter 15
Spencer sat on the plane between the window and Derek, arm draped lazily over a black soft cover Moleskine while the other held his head not-so-comfortably as he slept partially off of the seat. Derek looked at him, his frail body curled up in the small seat, leaned over and leaning against the side of the plane, hair hanging in his face, and smiled.
Derek placed his headphones over his head and sunk himself deeper into his seat, wrapping his forearm across Spencer's for the contact, for the rush he felt whenever he felt Spencer's velvety skin...
Derek smiled to himself as his eyes closed, taking in all of the feelings and emotions. The feeling of Spencer beneath his skin, Spencer's willingness to officially meet his family, his family's acceptance...
As soon as he drifted off to sleep, he felt Spencer stir and he opened his eyes just in time to see Spencer sit up reluctantly and look over to Derek, still half asleep. Spencer blinked a few times and looked down to their arms. He turned his arm over and entwined his fingers with Derek's before leaning over and resting his head on Derek's shoulder, attempting to get a little bit more rest before landing in Chicago.
0-0-0
Spencer frowned as they pulled up and parked in front of a cozy two story home only to find three women standing outside on the porch, arms crossed and waiting.
“I really should have had you brief me on the inner workings of your family before we arrived.”
Derek looked over to Spencer as he unbuckled his seat belt, eyebrow raised. “Seriously, Spence?”
Spencer nibbled on his bottom lip as he offered Derek a reluctant look and unbuckled his own seat belt. Derek stepped out of the car and around to the trunk to pull their bags out, grinning to himself when he heard, “Derek, baby!” and footsteps padding toward the car.
Spencer met him at the back of the car, fetching his own bag and closing the trunk as Ms. Morgan wrapped her son up in a hug.
“Hey, momma.” He greeted as he kissed her cheek. “You remember Spencer.” Derek added, motioning towards Spence as he hugged his sisters.
Spencer waved awkwardly as he watched the scene unfold, completely taken aback when she wrapped him up in a hug of his own. “Of course I do! That was such a while ago, though.” She pulled back from her hug but left her hand on Spencer's back, leading him towards the house. “I've already started making dinner!”
Derek followed Spencer and his mother into the house, winking at Spence as they entered the house.
0-0-0
Spencer sat next to Derek at the kitchen table, across from Desiree and Sarah, and Ms. Morgan who was sitting at the end of the table amidst bowls of mashed potatoes and meat and various vegetables.
Spencer politely turned down a glass of red wine with a small smile, and briefly wondered how much Derek had told his family about his drug addiction when a small, understanding sparkle passed through Ms. Morgan's eyes. Instead, Spencer took a coke and followed the family's orders when it came to passing plates.
“So, Spencer.” Ms. Morgan began as everyone ate. Spencer tried to keep the frown from forming on his face; this was the type of thing he was dreading, the questions. This is for Derek, he thought to himself as he forced himself to look up questioningly, waiting for her to ask her question.
“Where'd you grow up and go to school?”
Spencer finished chewing as he looked from face to face. “I grew up in Las Vegas and went to public school for a few years before I went to CalTech.”
“He graduated from high school when he was twelve.” Derek added, a proud look in his eye as he took another bite.
Spencer looked at Derek for a second, panic rising. This was usually the time when people began to look at him strangely... “Yeah...” was all he could muster.
“Oh my God, really?” Sarah's eyes were wide and they attractively matched her huge grin. “That's so amazing. What'd you do for all that time at college then?”
Spencer blinked, staring at her dumbly with a look of confusion. “Oh, uh...” He stared down at his plate for a second as he tried to compose himself. “I completed three doctorates in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering, and two undergraduate degrees in psychology and sociology. I'm currently working on one in philosophy.” Her eyes grew even wider as she grinned at Desiree, and Spencer was sure there was some kind of hidden message being shared between the two. You're being ridiculous, Spencer. Spencer looked over to Derek then, who had a pleased smile draped across his face; he looked happy and content. Maybe there were no hidden motives.
“It took me four years just to complete my undergraduate degree...” Desiree said in awe.
0-0-0
Spencer laid in the queen sized bed tiredly as he waited for Derek to finish showering. He closed his eyes and breathed in the fragrance of the linens, sinking deeper into the mattress as he cocooned himself further. Derek's family had, without a word, fixed up Derek's old bedroom for the two of them, complete with new paint and a queen sized bed, and offered them fresh coffee and a large breakfast for the next morning.
Spencer felt a weight press down on the bed and he opened his eyes groggily.
“Sorry, babe.” Derek whispered and was answered only by a thin but strong arm reaching out and pulling Derek closer. Derek smiled and sank deeper into the bed, turning the light out in the process, which caused Spencer to visibly tense.
“It's okay.” Derek whispered, running a hand through Spencer's hair as he felt Spencer's eyelashes flutter closed against his chest.
“Your family's amazing.” Spencer mumbled, half asleep, into the nape of Derek's neck.
Derek gave a small chuckle. “Don't think I didn't see ya panic in there, Spence. They loved you.” Derek kissed the top of Spencer's head before nuzzling his face in his hair, and ultimately drifting off to a wonderful sleep.