Well, as the people who've read my Merlin stories already know, I'm a bit twisted. You guys are about to find out. :)
Haha, this is actually pretty tame for me (actually, some of the stuff I come up with I don't even write down, cuz it's super fucked up. But if you guys are into that, let me know and I'll write one.) I don't think this ones too bad, but I'm rating it M incase I decided to write a second part (which I'm super tempted to).
Anyway, as always, enjoy. :)
He slumped against the damp concrete wall, shivering as the chill basement air seeped into his naked skin. He wrapped his free arm around his chest, the other shackled to a plumbing pipe by his own handcuffs. Slowly drawing his knees to his chest, he winced as a sharp pain shot up from the base of his spine. The inside of his thighs were stained with blood and other bodily fluids he was trying not to think about.
He shuddered as he heard footsteps overhead, squinting into the darkness to try and find the rickety wooden steps. An angry shout sounded through the floorboards, and he jumped as the footsteps moved closer to the basement door.
"No, no, please," he began to whimper, curling further in on himself. Tears streamed down his face as yelling and banging and a thunder of footsteps could be heard overhead. He was scared, terrified, and he just wanted to go home.
He cried out as the door was yanked open, the light flooding in from upstairs momentarily blinding him. Someone pounded down the stairs, and he began to rock back and forth, pleading.
"Reid!"
Glancing up, he could see a shadowed figure moving toward him, their features blocked out by the bright light behind them.
"Spencer, oh thank god!"
He gasped as the person crouched down next to him, chocolate skin and deep brown eyes coming into focus.
"D-Derek?" he whispered.
Morgan nodded, hurriedly reaching into his pocket and unlocking the handcuffs. Reid flung himself forward into the man's chest, clinging onto his dark blue shirt tightly.
"You c-came for me," he said shakily, burying his face into the fabric, breathing in the warm, familiar scent.
Morgan's checks twitched as he fought to keep his lip from trembling. He wrapped his arms firmly around Reid's thin, shivering body, pulling him closer. "Of course I came, pretty boy." His voice equally shaky. "I love you."
Reid broke then, his sobs tearing painfully from his chest. He felt himself being gently lifted into his lap, and he clung to him even tighter. He heard Morgan whisper "thank you" and felt something being wrapped tightly around him. He glanced up to see Prentiss hovering a ways away, her face sad but her eyes relieved. Morgan was tucking her FBI windbreaker around Reid.
"Come on, pretty boy, let's get you out of here," said Morgan, and Reid could hear the tears he was trying to hold back as he scooped him up in his arms.
Reid buried his face into Morgan's neck, tears still streaming down his face. "I'm so sorry, Derek," he sobbed. "I'm so sorry."
Morgan held him closer, leaning his cheek against the top of Reid's head as he walked up the stairs. "Shh, it's not your fault. It's not your fault."
Reid sobbed harder. "I'm broken," he whimpered.
Morgan chocked back a sob of his own. "Well, I'm good at fixing things," he murmured, stepping into the hallway and hurrying out of the house.
Snaking a hand out from the jacket, Reid clutched Morgan's shirt again. "I love you, Derek," he whispered.
"I love you too, Spencer," he whispered back, pressing a kiss to his forehead as they neared the ambulance.
"S-Stay with me," pleaded Reid, his eyes wide.
"Always, pretty boy."
To anybody who's reading "How to Save a Life", I'm super sorry! Finals week has arrived, and I don't have time to write more than a short story during my study breaks. I promise I haven't abandoned it, and all your kind words have given me inspiration for the next part, I just simply don't have the time. :(
Now, I must go write the outline for the essay question on my art history final. :/
Loves ya lots!
