I know I haven't been updating my fics recently and I am sorryMy niece was born during the holidays so I've been helping my sister and brother in law out when I can and school has started so both have kept me busy,plus being sick...but with Corazon I HAD to write a few AU fics with this. And this is to make up for the lack of updating which I really am sorry for! I have not forgotten them, I promise! This is making up for the long absence. This'll be the last AU fic for this episode, I just had several ideas lol but I WILL update my older fics like Kidnapped!

Reid tapped his foot anxiously as he waited. Never before had he felt so nervous, so alone. The doctor came to him, his face was grim. Reid swallowed. That wasn't a good sign.

"Dr. Reid I'd like you to come with me."

That REALLY wasn't a good sign.

Reid slowly nodded as he tried to ignore the shaking of his body. Reid followed the doctor into a room. The doctor sat at the desk silently. The silence was unsettling.

"Give it to me straight," Reid said quickly. "It's..schizophrenia, isn't it?"

"No," sighed the doctor. "It's not."

Reid sighed in relief and looked at the doctor sharply.

"Wait, that's good news, though,right?"

The doctor sat up straighter.

"I'm afraid I have bad news, Dr. Reid."

Reid was more nervous then before when he thought it was schizophrenia."

"I. afraid..."

"Just say it," Reid said, he couldn't take the suspense."

"I'm afraid you have a brain tumor."

For a few minutes Reid just sat there.

"I...what?"

"A brain tumor," the doctor repeated sadly. Reid placed his hand over his mouth, his body actually in shock.

"Is...is it operable at least?" Damn it, his voice was shaking.

"No," the doctor whispered. "I'm afraid it's not."

More shock filmed him.

He was dying.

He swallowed and swallwed again.

"So...So what you're saying is...I'm dying?"

The doctor stared at him with sad eyes.

"I'm afraid so."

"And there's..NOTHING you can do? No chemo? No treatment?"

"The tumor has gotten too big, I'm sorry Dr. Reid-"

"So if it had been smaller, if I had gone to you sooner-"

"There'd be no garuntees," the doctor said quickly. "Even then."

Reid nodded and his voice cracked when he spoke.

"Now...how long do I have?"

The doctor paused before answering.

"How LONG doctor?" Reid demaned harshly, trying to keep his composure.

"6 months to a year at the most," the doctor wihspered. Reid blinked back tears. Only a year left.

He'll never make it for his 30'th birthday

He stood up, his hands were shaking.

"Thank you, Dr. Welks," he managed to say.

Welks stood up.

"Dr. Reid there are counceling for this sort of thing..."

"Oh really? Therapy to make you feel better about dying so quickly?"

Dr. Welks paused at that. Reid swallowed.

"I'm sorry that was uncalled for-"

"No need to apologize. Please do youhave anyone you could call? To drive you home?"

"I don't want anyone to know where I was. Besides I'm taking a cab to work."

The doctor nodded.

"Sooner or later you are going to have to tell the people you work for." It was Reid's turn to nod. Slowly, in a daze, he walked out. His life was ending. Within a year he'll be dead.

It just seemed to happen so qiuckly, so suddenly. Who knew migranes could lead to something like this?" Finally when he was in the alley behind the hospital did he lean against the brick wall, not caring about the germs, and broke down in tears.