Morgan, in all his quirky life, never thought he'd end up here. "Here" being back in his home town, standing in the funeral home over the coffin of his childhood sweetheart: Spencer Reid.

He tried to breath deeply. There was something odd about Morgan that not many knew, and this was that he was born with a special gift; touch a dead thing once: alive, touch it again: dead, again, forever. And, through a slew of luck, Morgan has come to use this gift to help solve murders with Private Investigator Penelope Garcia.

He taps Reid's cheek and jerks back as his crush sits up in his coffin.

"Hi, Reid."

The man squints at Morgan as if trying to solve a puzzle then smiles not even a moment later. "Derek."

He typically goes by his last name now, but he doesn't have the time or heart to correct his first kiss. "Hi, Reid."

"You know, no one's called me that in years."

Morgan has to wonder, looking at Reid's open face, what he'd been up to for all these years after Morgan went away to boarding school and his life of pies.

The smile drops from Reid's face, "Okay, what's wrong?" the kid always was too smart for his own good.

"You're dead." Reid gives him a look and gestures to the aliveness that is his moving body. "Well, not now, but you were, will be again. You were murdered on a cruise ship, do you remember?"

Nothing like an old crush to make him start babbling, a habit Morgan was sure he had outgrown in high school. Reid thinks while Morgan checks the seconds on his watch, not much time left. "Yes, but they came at me from behind when I dropped my room key in the ice box."

After a beat of silence Reid spoke again, "How long do I have to be alive again?"

"A minute, well, 28 seconds now."

"What can I do in a minute?"

And, besides name the unnamable murderer, Morgan was honestly unsure.

"Regardless, at least I got to see you again. Not something I would want to have missed out on." Reid was distinctly looking anywhere but Morgan. "So how do we?" there were some vague and half aborted hand gestures between Reid and the coffin and the horror dawned on Morgan, that he'd have to re-kill the closest thing he had left to family.

Morgan felt himself scrambling out an explanation of his gift that ended in a light being lit in Reid's eyes. "Why only a minute?"

Truth be told, Morgan was absurdly glad that Reid never let go of the curiosity he had held as a child. Though the happiness couldn't persuade him to tell the truth. "I don't know why, it's funny, isn't it?"

"Well, can it be done with a kiss?"

"What?"

Red faced, Reid shrugged unapologetically.

"Sure.."

So Reid closed his eyes and leaned into Morgan's personal space. The Pie Maker couldn't seem to do much more than try to memorize Reid as he was now; curious, beautiful, and breathing. The seconds ticked on and the ticking of Morgan's watch kept ticking, past the one minute mark.

Reid pulled back, tucking his long hair behind his ear. "Sorry, you don't have to, I just thought that if you were my first and last kiss it would be poetic." Even with how much Reid had grown he looked small and childlike now in his diffidence.

"No, I want to, it's just" and Reid looked at him, and Morgan felt he had made a good choice. "what if you didn't have to die?"

"Well, that would be preferable."

Morgan felt himself smile and saw Reid mirror the action. And all was right in their universe.

A/N: Sable and I have little in the way of excuses for our absence save for she has school and I work crazy hours and sleep the rest of the time. Here's to trying to write again!

Here's a little something I scratched out in a couple of minutes and let's hope it helps get the ball rolling again!

-R