Lightning Strike
-Snow Patrol
Diana Reid sat perched on the most comfortable couch in the world. Even she knew that statement to be a hyperbole, but the fact remains that the cushions were delightful against her old joints and aches.
Footsteps sounded from outside her doorway, and suddenly her gangly Spencer appeared.
"Spencer," Diana exclaimed in joy, "what are you up to?" She pushed her book aside, Wordsworth this time, to make room for her son.
"Hey mom," it took a bit longer for Spencer to move around their house after his accident. It appears that taking a bullet for someone, no matter how good the idea sounded at the time, isn't too brilliant. He slowly made his way to the couch to sit with his mother, a ritual of sorts they've developed ever since she's moved in with him.
"Wordsworth? I thought you hated his poetry?" he jested.
"I'll have you know that Wordsworth— " she stopped midsentence, changing her verbal plan of attack, "Never mind, a being of such a low IQ would never understand." If she had any hair to flip over shoulder, Spencer Reid had no doubt that his mother would making that motion now, with the added eye roll.
Spencer just smiled. For years he felt the guilt of leaving his mother in Vegas—for putting her there even, but it seems time has forgotten the last ten years, and picked up where they left off.
Suddenly, right as the clock struck four, there was a knock at the door.
"I'll get it mom, it's probably Morgan or JJ with some papers from work," the pain wasn't too much for him to make the trip, but Spencer still took his time getting to the door.
Diana didn't seem to hear him, she was off gazing out the window, where the most comfortable couch in the world sat.
A man walked into the room, before Reid even got close to the door. "Good afternoon Diana, Dr. Reid," the man's smile was bright, just like his white scrubs, "it's time for your medication." However, by this time, both mother and son were unresponsive, seemingly lost in a fantasy.
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A/N: Sad I know, but I was listening to this song, and the idea popped into my head. Now that I've gotten my depression out, onto more of my Derek and Reid stuff-you remember, the happy times?
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