I consider this story a metaphor for things to come. Take of it what you must, I suppose.
REPOSTED: because FanFic screwed up my formatting yet once again.
It's Time to Go
His eyes could hardly open. His breathing could barely steady. His body refused to relax yet it stilled him completely. That was okay though; he'd gotten used to it.
"Spencer."
Closing eyes snapped open and raised to see where the voice was coming from. As the perfectly hazel eyes took in their new surrounding the source of the voice sat down and wrapped warm arms around him. "Spencer," it repeated. The same eyes snapped shut for a moment, trying to make sense of where they were. The scene that they had already examined finally focused in a little, and suddenly its senses started taking over. It was cold, but grainy beneath the fingertips. It was wet, as even the most subtle movements caused more rain- or at least they thought it was rain- to soak through even more. It was quiet, too. The only noise to be heard was the faint call of a name that wouldn't answer and the blowing of wind against tides.
'Tides,' the hazel eyes thought to themselves. 'We're on a beach.'
"Spencer."
This time the eyes were prepared. They promptly turned around and replied to the calling.
"Yes?"
Aaron Hotchner smiled back at his lover. He had fallen to sleep, apparently, and had been going between conscious and not for the last few minutes. Seeing that he was now more aware of his surroundings, Aaron allowed himself to let go of Spencer and lay his head down in the rain-soaked sand.
"This is good." That was the only response that Aaron offered, and to be frank it was more than enough. Spencer rolled over next to him so he could sloppily kiss his boyfriend. "Mhhm," Aaron replied with a smile. "This is perfect."
The rain drizzle had turned into a full-fledged storm, complete with lightening and thunder, but yet the two star-crossed lovers laid perfectly still. As the wind raged through the shoreline, as lightening flashes lit up the air, as sand was whipped all around, they remained motionless.
And soon enough the lightening halted. The tides slowed down, the sand settled down. The rain thinned out and soon enough the effects of the storm had all but died down into the 'manageable' category.
"It's time," Aaron sighed, hopping to his feet.
"Yeah, I know," Spencer nodded solemnly. He too stood up and immediately took Aaron's hand. Together they had waited out the storm and were now rewarded with a world approaching normal again. The two looked around their surrounding one last time but immediately regretted it. The beach was in fact more calm, more collected than it had been moments before. Obvious scars and perilous destruction had been done, though. Seeing it after experiencing the storm was something else entirely. Not bothering to pretend that it hadn't bothered them, that it hadn't brought that much more cruelty and evil into their lives, they stared at the wreckage for a few more minutes in the realization that it was only going to get worse. Finally, the thought of the damaged that would be done mere days from then became too much to bear. So Aaron and Spencer exchanged once last acknowledging look before sighing together and walking away.
"Yeah, it's time to go."