Jet Plane Musings

01: Eyes (Morgan/Reid)

By: Saadie


A/N: A collection of drabbles featuring different characters of Criminal Minds. Here's the first of, hopefully, many to come. Pre-slash if you squint.

Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or anything connected to it. I only like to write about them.


Images of eyes flooded his mind and plagued him in his sleep. Wide, glassy orbs, a piercing blue, accusing him of every sin he's committed.

Why didn't you save me? They ask, hurt hidden in their depths. Why couldn't you have found me before he did this to me? Did I really need to die for you to stop him?

He's surrounded by their accusing stares, they're reflected upon every surface around him. They're watching him, silently condemning.

Why? Why? Why? Save me. You were supposed to save me. Why didn't you save me?

They're engraved into his memory, every pair of lifeless eyes he's ever seen. All of them asking the same questions, recounting the same desperate fear. They're carved into his eyelids, he can see them every time he blinks.

Do you see what they did to me? Do you see? Why did you let me die?

When Derek jolts awake for the third time, he resigns himself to not getting any rest that night. A quiet rustle to his left alerts him to Spencer's movements and he sighs quietly, running a hand over his face tiredly; he must have woken Pretty Boy without knowing it.

Derek feels his presence more than he sees it. He feels the bed shift, the mattress dipping as Spencer perches himself on the edge of the bed. It's silent, there are no words, none are needed. Derek knows if he opens his eyes, he'll see those pretty doe-eyes regarding him with concern illuminated in the faint moonlight that makes it past cheap motel curtains. The covers shift as Spencer slips into the bed next to him wordlessly and reaches out to hold his hand. Derek squeezes the hand in response, in thanks for this silent comfort Spencer is offering.

He turns his head towards Spencer, catching a whiff of clean hair and hotel shampoo and sighs. Spencer's hand in warm in his and he squeezes it again in gratitude, glad that his best friend is here for him. In the darkness, Derek doesn't have to be scared of showing his weakness to anyone.

Perhaps he might be able to get some sleep after all.


A/N: Currently I'm just writing whatever comes to mind. If anyone has any prompts they'd like to offer up, I'm more than happy to try my hand at them. All drabbles will be written in ten minutes or under. Also if anyone has an idea for a better title, I'm all ears.

Reviews are love? (:

-Saadie