So I really wanted to write a Reid fic so this happened. There's a twist, first one to guess gets a cookie!
Warning(s): For the purpose of this story Diana isn't schizophrenic. LGBT themes.
Pairing(s): Derek/Spencer
Spencer looked out the window pensively, mentally running through every idea of what his new home could look like. It was all exciting. And terrifying. He felt rather sick but knew it was nothing. Moving would do that. It's not like he had many friends he was being taken from.
In fact he only had one.
Jennifer Jareau, or JJ as she liked to be called. He'd been best friends with her since forever. They were practically raised together.
He anxiously checked his phone again for the fifth time that hour. Still no messages. She was still in class and she'd promised to message him as soon as she was out.
With a heavy sigh he looked back out the window, watching the green hills role by, stomach churning as his anxiety took over again.
What if the people at his new school found out? He'd get bullied for sure! He sucked in sharply, alerting his mom to his impending anxiety attack. She reached over and squeezed his knee.
"Talk to me Spence," she said gently. "What's that big brain telling you?"
He tore his gaze away from the hills and shifted in his seat, tugging at his seatbelt as it dig into his neck a little. "What if they find out?"
She gave him a knowing look and smiled softly. "Oh baby," she said gently. "They say anything and you go straight to the principal, okay?"
He nodded. "Okay, mom." He promised. He loved his mom. She could always calm him down.
The seventeen year old looked back out the window, thoughts of bullies tampered for the time being. His mind circled back to imagining the new house, this time grinning with each silly idea like a super slide from his room to the driveway.
Within the next thirty minutes he was bored, messing with the radio to try and change his focus.
Static.
He groaned, leaning back in his car seat. "How much longer?" He whined, looking at his mom and brushing a lock of hair from his face.
"Just a couple more hours, Spencer," she said, glancing in the rear view mirror as she merged into the next lane. "Why don't you try to sleep?"
"Mom," he whined again, "you know I can't sleep in the car."
"You used to when you were a baby. It was the only way to get you to sleep most nights."
He hummed in acknowledgment and looked at his phone again, glad to see a message from JJ.
From JJ: Algebra sucks without you, Spence :P wish you were here.
Spencer grinned at the message and started typing.
To JJ: I miss you too JJ, I never thought a car ride could be sooo long.
"It's called a blinker!" His mom shouted, blaring her horn and shocking him out of his head. He looked up at her then to the offending van in front of them. "I can't believe this, people drive like maniacs," Diana Reid said angrily, motioning to the car in front of her.
Spencer shook his head fondly and turned back to his phone.
From JJ: Still driving? That sucks. Thought you'd be there by now.
To JJ: Me too.
From JJ: Talk later, French class, yay.
He let out a small snort and looked at the clock. Just a few more hours and he'd see his new home. He just hoped it was as nice as his old one. He missed his room already.
Spencer stared up at their new house in amazed wonder. It was two stories plus a basement, three, no, four rooms, two and a half bathrooms.
His mother gave him an amused look. "Do you want to check out the inside?" She asked, holding her keys out to him.
He nodded eagerly and grabbed the keys, sauntering up to the front door and unlocking it. He walked into the stair landing and made his way up the small set of stairs leading to the first floor. It was rather plain looking, nearly grey walls with tan carpets. He curiously wandered into the large open room, noting the kitchen, and glancing at the fireplace and over to the doors.
He walked to the four doors. The smallest was a closet, middle was the bathroom, and the two on either side of the bathroom were empty bedrooms. He left his suitcase in the room farthest from the front door and went to investigate the main bedroom across from the bathroom.
The big bedroom contained it's own bathroom with a sweet jacuzzi tub and small shower, two sinks, and a small walk in closet.
The second floor held the half bathroom which was also the utilities room for the washer and the dryer. A neat guest room was beneath the master bedroom, a larger empty recreational room just outside with a door to the backyard.
He didn't bother with the basement, instead decoding to go help move their small belongings into the house. The moving truck wouldn't be there for another hour anyway.
Any guesses? Don't worry, you'll find out in a few chapters (I hope). I actually don't really know where I'm going with this and I can't say much without giving away the secret. Hope it's not too bad of a start.
Also I basically described my house. Except the second floor is the basement/guest room and litter box room rather than guest and recreational rooms.