Explaination:
AU: High School in Vergina, most of the team is seventeen-almost-eighteen except Hotch, Rossi, Gideon, and Blake, who are twenty-five and working for the BAU. Spencer is not among the group of friends. Eventual Moreid. Spencer is abuse by his parent's, badly. Hope you find it okay!
~IAmSoComepletelyAwesome
Spencer woke from a nightmare, panting and covered in sweat. As his mind slowly register there was no immediate danger his body slowly relaxed and his breath slowed into an even pace. Spencer whipped the sweat from his face and wasn't surprised to find tears there as well. He looked over at his clock and gasped. It was 6:45 and Spencer was late. He should have been up 45 minutes ago. Spencer yawned as he sat up, quickly rubbing the sleep from his eye. He was thankful he'd decided to get a shower last night as he stood and stumbled towards his dresser. He briefly wondered why his parents had let him sleep in so late as he pulled out a pair of jean and a plain black t-shirt he that he knew did not suit his and pulled them on quickly. 'It's either pity or I'm in a load of shit when I get downstairs,' he thought. Then his eye's fell upon the new book bag sitting next to his desk, filling with two new binders, paper, pens and pencils, and anything else he'd need for school.
'Of course,' Spencer though as he walked into his bathroom and started trying to make his hair look less disheveled, 'The first day of grade twelve. They probably think that's the reason I haven't been sleeping well lately, all the stress of the last year of high school.' Spencer sighed as he looked at his arm's. 'Because these have nothing to do with it.' On his arm's were innumerous scars, almost completely covering his arm's, all randomly placed, one intersecting an other, forming designs on his skin. Designs he wasn't proud of. Designs he wished would just go away. But he knew they wouldn't, and even if they fade his memory would never let them die, would never let the fear, the panic, the pain, the tear's disappear completely. Not that his memory let much fade away into nothingness. He has an eidetic memory and he can recall any moment on any given day for as long as he can remember. He would've been about four when it started and as a result he was probably the smartest person in his grade, possibly among the teachers as well. Of course it was also accompanied by an ability to read 20, 000 words per minute and an IQ of 187 and helped him get a PhD on the internet and start his 2nd.
Spencer sighed. Giving up on his hair he walked back into his bedroom and pulled on his sweater, then headed downstairs to get himself something for breakfast. When he entered the kitchen he found his dad, William, sipping at a cup of tea as he read the newspaper and his mom, Diane, doing some form of research into whatever book series she was obsessing over and eat a bagel. "Good Morning," Spencer greeted as he entered. His father gave a small grunt to show he'd heard and his mother ignored his. Spencer set to work putting on two pieces of toast then put on some scrambled eggs. The eggs were barely in the frying pan before it started.
"What kind of time do you call this young man?" Diane demanded as she tidied away her plate and laptop.
"Very late," Spencer replied, "I'm sorry I overslept."
"You'd better be, because if you make me late for work you'll pay for," William warned him.
Spencer tried his best to keep from flinching as he pulled his toast from the toaster and buttered it. The last time he'd 'paid for' something he'd received more than one scar and multiple bruises. He sat down and began to eat as his dad finished his newspaper and coffee then cleared off his portion of the table, "I'll do better tomorrow."
"You'd better, because I can always take your car's keys and make you walk," Diane called as she went up stairs to grab a book, like she always did, for while William was at work and Spencer was at school and she drove across town to sit in one of her favorite cafes for a few hours before she drove back to the house to wait for a few more hours to roll by before she had to go collect William from work. Spencer had his own car, had gotten it so he wasn't inconveniencing his parents with petty things like needing a lift to school in the middle of a blizzard when the stupid school board had failed to close school or to the library because he needed to finish a project for school. That last one had resulted in Spencer getting a computer and laptop so is could be avoided as well.
It wasn't that they lived far from school, but the library was a bit of a walk. It was that everyone had to be awake by 6:00 and dressed five minutes later. You weren't allowed to leave until 7:30 and had to be ready at the same time as everyone else. Everything had to be perfect. If it wasn't Spencer paid.
Spencer finished his breakfast and grabbed a bottle of water and the sandwich he'd made for lunch from the fridge. Stopping briefly at a cupboard to grab a couple granola bar's, Spencer headed upstairs where he sat down at his computer. 'Why not? I've got-' Spencer glanced at the clock on his bedside table, '-An hour before I have to leave.' And it was true, it was quarter after seven and Spencer didn't really have to leave until eight thirty and even then he'd have time to stop for a coffee because it took about fifteen minutes to drive to school and there was a lovely coffee place en route that was rarely busy. And even if it was they always expected him at some point before ten thirty. 'Plus it's the first day, they always wait a few minutes because there are always late people,' Spencer shook his head, drawing himself from his thought's and turned him computer on. Once it had booted up and he'd entered his password, Spencer simply stared at his desktop. 'I could check my email... Maybe have a look at those new songs I downloaded... I could log onto my fanfiction account and try to find something to read... I could finally start that blog I've been telling myself I'll make, even if no one reads it but me...' Spencer mused as he stared down the Dalek on his desktop wallpaper. After about a half an hour of deliberating Spencer shut off his computer and picked up his book bag, deciding to go drive around a bit, then get a coffee and go to school.
After checking that his tablet was in his book bag, Spencer grabbed his keys, hollered upstairs to tell his parents he was leaving and got in his car. After plugging it in he opened his songs and pressed play on the playlist of his favorite songs. In The End by Linkin Park began play but after a few second Spencer clicked the next button and Boulevard of Broken Dreams by Green Day began. Once again Spencer changed the song and came up with Monster by Skillet. Hitting the repeat button so it was remain on this song, Spencer pulled out of the drive way and began his drive, the song playing a few notches louder than background music.
Spencer saw the odd person here and there heading for work. As time went on more people were leaving their homes to go to work and a few times the odd person heading for school. Slowly the number of people heading for work went down and the number of people heading to school increased. Finally, at around quarter to nine, Spencer headed to the coffee shop he frequented.
"S'about time you showed up," Janet, the store owner said as he stepped in the store.
Spencer smiled at the smell of coffee, "Sorry, I was late getting up this morning."
"Well you'd better start getting up on time. I missed talking with you this morning," Poppy, Janet's mother, commented, coming out of the washroom and sitting down at her usual seat by the window.
"I'll try to be here sooner tomorrow," Spencer said absently as he fished around in his pocket for the change he was certain he'd put there for his coffee.
"No need for that this morning," Janet announced, holding Spencer out his coffee, "This one's on the house."
"Thank's," Spencer's said as he fished out a dollar and placed it on the counter. Then taking his coffee and waving off Janet's objections as to the dollar he'd left, Spencer got back in his car and drove to school.
Once Spencer got to school he had about five minutes to kill so he sat on one of the benches the school 'Beautification Project' group had set out and started to read. It was already covered in graffiti and it had been put in place about a week ago so it could be used first thing after school reopened for an other year of torture. 'As if living with my parents aren't torture enough,' Spencer had thought bitterly at least once every five minutes. 'Not only do I have to pretend I don't already know all this shit but I also have to pretend I'm paying attention.'
Once the bell rang Spencer joined the rest of the grade twelves in the gymnasium where they were suppose to be greeted by the principal but was instead left waiting where he went to deal with something. Spencer stood off the the side alone as he scanned the crowd, trying to decide whether he could expect an attack later or not. The football team seemed to be in a rather good mood so things were looking up. Spencer's eyes continued to scan the crowd and fell upon Derek Morgan and the rest of his group hanging on the stage. Derek happened to be wearing a form fitting black t-shirt that showed off his muscles and skinny jean's. Spencer kept his eye's moving over the crowd but kept the mental image of Derek at the front of his mind. It was making his heart to a tap dance routine in his chest. 'Stop it, it's never gonna happen between you,' Spencer scolded himself. But that didn't stop him from having a giant crush on him.
As Spencer's eye drifted back over the crowd and he noticed Derek was heading in his direction. Spencer forced his eye's to continue over the crowd then he sat down and took out his book. 'He wasn't looking for you, just to go find one of his friends or something,' Spencer calmed him self and settled in to read his book. Then someone tapped his shoulder.
Jumping, Spencer turned to find Derek had indeed been heading for him and was currently looking apologetic, "Sorry, you're Spencer Reid right?"
"Yeah," Spencer replied.
"I'm Derek Morgan," Derek said, holding out his hand.
"Yeah," Spencer looked at his out stretched hand and ignored it, "I know this, we've been going to the same schools since kindergarten." Silence descended and Derek slowly lowered his hand. "I don't mean to be rude, but is there a point to your coming over here?"
"Well, apparently we're project partners, so I figured I come over and properly introduce myself," Derek said sounding like he'd found it somewhat rude.
"'Project partners'?" Spencer asked.
"They're doing a trail run on us with the concept of 'project partners', the same partner in all your projects using partner's," Derek replied, suddenly his voice was less cold and more explanatory, "Didn't you check your email? They sent out an email explaining they are working with a university to do research on whether having the same partner on ever project changes you're overall result."
"Nope, I didn't have time," spencer replied, "Sorry for snapping at you."
"S'okay," Derek smiled breezily, "I suppose I can look forward to working with you later then."
"If you want," Spencer replied, "But remember, I don't shake hands."
"Why not?" Derek asked, seemingly intrigued.
"With the number of germs on peoples hands it's actually safer to kiss," Spencer replied casually, trying not to sound as if he was proving the point it was unsanitary. Which he might have been trying to do. Or not, you know, not works to.
"Really?" Derek sound a bit disgusted.
"Yeah, kinds turns you're stomach doesn't it?" Spencer replied, shaking his head.
"Yeah," Derek nodded his agreement, "I'll definitely remember this." Derek turned to go then turned back, "O,h fair warning, there's a massive science project being given out early, so I'm figuring the first week or two and there's definitely gonna be a history project, but I can do that one myself, since I don't think you have history this year."
"How'd you figure that one?" Spencer asked.
"What part?" Derek asked.
"My not taking history this year," Spencer clarified, "How'd you get there?"
"No text in the book of your's," Derek smile then waved and made his way back through the crowd toward's his friends.
'Great,' Spencer thought as he sat down, 'This year just a little worse and a little better.' Spencer sighed and settled back into his book, 'Definitively better and definitively worse. why did they have to pair me with my hopeless crush?'
I hope you enjoyed this.
I need a way to group Spencer and Derek together
for this story to work and thus 'Project Partner's' appeared.
I love responses, if you've go the time!
Love,
~IAmSoCompletelyAwesome
