Teardrops on my Guitar – Derek Penelope FIC – One shot
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
That I want and I'm needin'
Everything that we should be
"Good Morning" Derek says to me as he smiles that gorgeous smile of his, as we pass each other in the hallway at Quantico.
"Oh, I'll show you a good morning." I say as turn around playing along to our usual banter.
I pass him and head to the coffee machine in the break room and breathe a sigh of relief, that he's gone. I can't believe I started falling for him, just like Kevin said I have, right before we broke up.
I bet she's beautiful
That girl he talks about
And she's got everything
That I have to live without
I walk into the conference room, where JJ, Alex, and of course my beautiful boy are. Derek is telling the girls about his most recent conquest, a girl named Savannah. Apparently it's getting to be a big deal, because he just went on the fifth date with her this weekend.
Drew talks to me, I laugh cause its just so funny
And I can't even see
Anyone when he's with me
Derek looks up and sees me in the doorway. "Hey Baby Girl, come and have a seat, we were just talking about our weekend. Did you have a fun eventful weekend?"
Still standing in the doorway, I laugh, oh if only you knew. No Derek, it was incredibly depressing. I spent it thinking about us, and wondering if I should just tell you how I feel. But now I guess it's too late.
But I just say, "Oh, you wish you got as much action as I did this weekend."
He says he's so in love
He's finally got it right
I wonder if he knows
He's all I think about at night
Derek laughs, saying "Well, I might not have gotten that much action. But mine was pretty good. I think Savannah might be the one."
I catch my breath, determined not to have a breakdown in front of him. Thankfully Hotch and Reid come in, to start the meeting, and I don't have to lie to Derek about how happy I am for him.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
Drew walks by me
Can he tell that I can't breathe?
And there he goes, so perfectly
The kind of flawless I wish I could be
As Hotch, talks about the latest unsub, I think about Derek and his new love. Of course he has found someone. He's beautiful, absolute perfection. He deserves someone beautiful, like him. Not me, who dresses like no one else, and is have 50 pounds overweight, and is the resident computer geek.
She better hold him tight
Give him all her love
Look in those beautiful eyes
And know she's lucky because
I remember the night he told me about his dark childhood, and the abuse that endured. He came over crying, after the team landed back in Quantico around midnight.
I was already back in my apartment about to go to sleep, when he called me, asking if he could come over. Not being able to refuse that wonderful boy, I agreed even though it was the middle of the night.
And then when we settled on the couch, he told me the whole story, about his coach, and terrible secret he had kept for so long.
I held him all night, not letting him leave my sight.
Would Savannah do the same for him? I hope so. Because Derek, that wonderful man, he would do the same for either of us.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
So I drive home alone
As I turn out the light
I'll put his picture down
And maybe get some sleep tonight
So later tonight, I won't have my prince charming by my side, once again. But I can dream about him, wanting me, and for now, it'll be enough.
He's the reason for the teardrops on my guitar
The only thing that keeps me wishing on a wishing star
He's the song in the car I keep singing
Don't know why I do
He's the time taken up but there's never enough
And he's all that I need to fall into
Drew looks at me
I fake a smile so he won't see
"Hey Baby Girl, you know I love you, right? He says to me as he passes me in the doorway.
I fake a smile and nod.
