I Own Nothing...
My ipod's depressed.
Song shuffle (first try)
Reid and Review please.
Evanescence: Weight of the World
Pairing: Morgan/Reid
Rating:K
Slash
Reid sets the coffee mug down on the granite counter in the kitchenette.
He sighs as his shoulders sag- Atlas too tired to carry the world anymore.
What's the point in trying if you're not going to make a difference- if we can't save our own first." His eyes prick in terror.
A heavy hand lands on his shoulder and he gasps.
"Pretty Boy- you okay?" Morgan's voice scratches as he rubs a small circle in Reid's shoulder.
Reid looks up at the ceiling.
"How can we-" he looses his voice as he turns; pressing his face into Morgan's shoulder.
Prentiss- they did all they could. It's hard without her...
Feels like the weight of the world is toppling them.
Reid squeezes his eyes shut as he holds on to Morgan for dear life.
Thrice: Circles
Paring: Morgan/Reid
Rating:K
Friendship/Pre-slash [?]
Morgan stares up at the ceiling; words just flowing. Reid curls on his side, listening to the rambles- tiredness seeping into their bones.
The headlights of cars swoop over their bodies; the whoosh of their passing...the coldness of the desert surrounding them.
Morgan talks about everything and nothing. He talks of love and loss and the mundane, the melancholy, the weather...the past present and future.
Reid listens as he talks in circles; trying to keep their nightmares at bay.
Trying to push them away...keep each other close.
Darkness settles over them- two friends exhausted after a grueling day.
Sleep never comes easy, but when they're together, somehow...it works.
Reid gives a worn smile as he reaches to curl an arm around Morgan's body, lying his head on Morgan's chest as he closes his eyes, listening to the solid heartbeats mingling together.
Morgan sighs, snuggling closer as they're both swirled off to sleep.
Evanescence: Lithium
Pairing: Reid
Rating: T (Drug reference)
Gen/Angst/Hurt
The pills lay scattered on the table- fingers shaking, Reid picks up one- rolling it between his fingers.
His hand places it down again.
He can't do this. Can't do this...can't-
His mind's swirling faster and faster. The emptiness is showing and he can't cover it anymore.
He can't hold on.
He wants the numbness, the shallow breathing, the flutter-stutter heart. He wants the brain to shut down... the wonderful world of CNS depressants.
He wants the world to stop.
Hot drops sting as they race down his face.
It hurts to be alone.
It hurt even more to be stuck in the prison called a body, the cage called a mind.
A floating consciousness aware of everything..too tight, too fast, too...much.
All he wants to do is forget.
The pills slip down easy... one after another, like magic, they disappear.
A/N: I'll do a happy fluff/smut chap.
If I get reviews that is...
