Author's Note: Hey guys! I don't really know why I returned to this fic after almost two years, but it happened. In case you didn't know: this fic is written in the style of Stephen King's "Carrie" (powers and all). Anything in parentheses are Spencer's thoughts. Hope you enjoy!

Spencer sat in the front seat of the SUV.

(I am not afraid of her)

The Bennington Sanitarium lay before him. Inside was his Momma. He'd put off the confrontation for as long as he could, vacillating between telling her what had happened and keeping it to himself. It had been a week since he had revealed his powers to the team. To his surprise, they had been accepting of him. He hoped his Momma would be too.

(You have to tell her)

He got out of the car and shut the door, walking to the door and trying to think of what he would say to her. What could erase her image of him as a child born with hellish powers? He didn't know. He checked in at the front desk, smiling at the receptionist, but wasn't conscious of what was going on around him. A nurse led him to where his mother was. His anxiety rose with every step. Nervously, he used his powers to loosen and tighten the strap of his messenger bag, but only ever so slightly so that the movement would not be noticed.

Momma was sitting by a window, writing in her journal. She seemed to be lucid, but a part of him wished she wasn't, just so he had the chance to leave. For a moment he considered running away as fast as he could. But the steel in him

(Don't back down now)

Would not let him cower away from this.

"Miss Diana? You have a visitor."

Diana looked up and saw her son standing there. A smile lit up her face and she moved to wrap her son in a hug when she noticed the way he looked. His hands fiddled nervously with his messenger bag, his body language was tense, and he had an anxious aura about him. Immediately she was concerned, and paused.

"Spencer? What's wrong, baby?"

(Be strong you can't back out now)

"I-I need to tell you something."

Diana nodded and led him to her room. She felt fear pouring from her baby, and wondered what could be frightening him so much. She stood by her bed and Spencer stood across from her. As soon as the door clicked shut she looked to her son for an answer as to what was wrong.

Spencer felt his chest tighten in anxiety.

(O God I'm not ready to do this)

"I-I... I..."

(Get it over with)

"I accidentally showed the team my powers." He babbled in a rush.

Diana stared at him, ogling as she tried to take in what she had just heard. To her son she looked to be a woman who was staring at him as if she was truly seeing him for the first time. He felt his own heartbeat shoot through the roof as the seconds creeped by.

(Say something don't let her jump to conclusions)

He was about to speak up and amend the statement with several reassuring statements when his mother let out an infuriated shriek. He'd never heard a sound like that before. He'd heard criminals angry screams and threats, and he'd seen some things that no one should ever see, but he'd never seen anything more grotesque than his mother's face in that moment. Her wordless shriek of rage made his heart skip several beats and made his face go a shade of white that was too pale to have a name.

(O God what did I just do)

Before he could react further, a hand struck him across the face. The sound of skin striking skin rang out very clearly in the tiled bedroom. Spencer was knocked onto the ground by the force of the hit. He cradled his cheek, reeling with shock and feeling the stinging sensation left behind by his mother as he covered the red mark with his hand.

"I TOLD YOU! I TOLD YOU WHAT WOULD HAPPEN IF YOU USED THEM! YOU'VE DESTROYED EVERYTHING! NOW THEY'RE GOING TO LOCK YOU UP IN HERE WITH ME AND YOU'LL NEVER HAVE A NORMAL LIFE!" She shrieked. "Do you WANT to be taken away and be a guinea pig for the rest of your life?! Oh, that's what they'll do the government when they get their hands on you! They'll poke you and prod you and test you until you've outlived your usefulness, and then they'll throw you out like a piece of garbage! I've seen it before... oh I've seen it... I tried to protect you from it, but now you've left yourself no place to hide!" She started scratching at her face and pulling at her hair, and it made Spencer panic like a three year old little boy inside. His scream of "Momma!" Was overpowered by his mother's continuing rant. Suddenly her rage turned into tears. "Oh they'll take you away... and I'll never see you again... Oh God, oh God, oh my God..." She sobbed. "My baby, my baby, my poor, poor baby..." she clutched the Gold locket around her neck and dropped to her knees, sobbing and praying and panicking.

Orderlies rushed into the room, swarming his mother and injecting her with a sedative. Spencer called for them to stop, but they ignored him and laid his mother in her bed. When he was alone with her, he reached down and grabbed her hand.

"Momma... I'm sorry." He whispered. "They promised they wouldn't tell. They won't turn me in. I promise. They're my family."

"Spencer..." It was a whisper. "Don't let them take you. Please..." And with that, Diana's eyes drifted closed.

Spencer sat down on her couch, tears streaming down his face with uninhibited abandon. He sobbed for his Momma, for her illness, for his hand in her breakdown.

"I'm sorry." He sniffled. "I'm sorry."

Overcompensating for his guilt, he started absently playing with things with his mind, zipping and unzipping his messenger bag, loosening and tightening it's straps, and flicking the bathroom lights on and off. These simple tasks were no strain to his body, not like what had happened in Tobias Hankel's shed.

(I'm sorry Momma I never meant to hurt you)

He cried until he couldn't anymore. When there were no more tears inside of him he watched his Momma sleeping, wondering what he should do now. The guilt and stress he felt were eating him alive. His mind kept flashing back to moments in his childhood that were similar to this, and the things he had said.

(I'm sorry Mommy I didn't know I won't do it again I'll be a good boy I promise)

Momma had disapproved mightily when he used his powers, but she'd always forgiven him. Would she forgive him now? The question frightened him. What if she didn't? It was a thought too awful to speak aloud for fear of it coming true.

What if she didn't forgive him? What then?

Restlessly, he began pacing the room, trying to think through the options at hand, but he couldn't focus. He was too worried about someone seeing what he was doing. So he used his power to lock the door and put the window blinders down. Enticed by the privacy he now had, he began using his powers to open books, flip through pages, swirl pens around in a mug, and open and close the window.

Books whizzed overhead and pens danced through the air around him. Looking at the random formation of the objects made him feel oddly calm. He thought he could recall doing things like this when he was really really little. Of course back then he hadn't been able to really control his powers. Those things had happened by chance. What was happening now was purposeful. For a moment he wished to be a small child again, simply to have the excuse of not being able to control it. Maybe then Momma could forgive him.

He threw himself on his Momma's couch, putting everything down and stopping. He felt his heartbeat accelerate until he was panting. The strain was harsh, but not as unbearable as it could have been. He waited until his heart rate went down before he curled onto his side.

(I want my Momma)

The thought put a big lump in his throat.

He didn't remember falling asleep. When he woke it was sunset and Momma was still asleep. Spencer looked around the room, expecting something to happen. But nothing did. Until half an hour later. Momma began to stir. Spencer felt his heart leap into his throat as he went over to her.

"Momma?" He asked timidly.

"Spencer... What are you doing here?" She murmured.

"I came to say I'm sorry."

Momma wiped the sleep out of her eyes. It took her a minute to catch on. When she did, she spoke slowly and with great reticence. "No Spencer... I'm sorry. I shouldn't have reacted the way I did. I know you would never disobey me on purpose. I love you, and I just want you to have a normal life."

"I know." He said quietly. Then, even softer: "Can You forgive me?"

Her face broke. "Oh sweetheart, there's nothing to forgive. You're my baby boy and I will always love you, no matter what you do."

Finally getting the reassurance he craved, he whispered: "I love you too, Momma."

For a brief moment, Spencer Reid's world was perfect.