Well, since IanJa informed me I had no other choice but to continue this... *laugh* Just kidding. I couldn't just leave this as it was, that would be mean... Well, actually, I could, I'm a mean person. But I decided to be nice this time.

Oh, and thank you SamanthaBlue for telling me that the title of this is also song. I didn't know that, but I looked it up and I love it. It's super lovely, and oddly appropriate for this, and well Coldplay is awesome. Although, if you are gonna listen to the song, I recommend the Straight No Chaser version (I found it the other night when I was in an SNC mood).

Well, sorry this is a little short. I have to leave in a few minutes to go to my sister and little cousin's dance recital. I miss dance. :(


Morgan slowly pushed open the door to their bedroom, peering in. The room was brightly illuminated, the overhead light, a lamp, and a small nightlight all lit up. Even though it was June, the windows were shut, and he guessed locked, and the blinds were down.

Reid lay in the middle of the bed, the comforter drawn tightly around him, cocooning him. Morgan was sure he would be dressed in a long-sleeved night shirt and pajama pants.

Sighing, Morgan quietly entered the room. It was the third night since Reid had been released from the hospital. Morgan had slept on the couch for the last two nights, but Reid insisted that he wanted Morgan to sleep in their bed tonight.

Morgan pulled off his work shirt and pants, leaving him in an undershirt and boxers. He switched off the overhead light, but left the lamp and nightlight. Walking to the bed, he gently untucked the covers behind Reid.

With a strangled cry, the other man spun around in the bed, lashing out with his hands.

"Spencer," cried Morgan, trying to capture the thin wrists without hurting the other. "Spencer! Pretty boy, it's me!"

Frightened brown eyes focused on him as he finally caught the hands. Reid gazed up at him, his chest heaving with frantic breaths. "D-Derek?" he whispered.

"It's okay, pretty boy, it's only me," replied Morgan, wincing as he cheek stung from where a nail had scratched it.

Reid's eyes traveled down to the broken skin. "I-I hurt you!" he cried, trying to sit up.

Morgan gently pushed him back down. "It's okay, I'm fine," he assured, rubbing gentle circles into the pale skin beneath his thumbs. "I'm sorry for startling you. I think I should maybe sleep on the couch again," he said, moving to get off the bed.

"No, please!" cried Reid, reaching out and grasping his undershirt. "Please don't leave me," he pleaded, his eyes wide and watery.

"Spencer," breathed Morgan, sitting down on the edge of the bed. "I don't want to make you uncomfortable."

"You're not," said Reid hurriedly. "Please. I don't want to be alone. Every time I'm alone, I think of him and…" Reid shuddered as tears slid from his eyes. "Please, stay with me."

Morgan's heart broke at the turmoil in Reid's eyes. "Alright, pretty boy," he responded quietly. "But I'll sleep on top of the covers."

Reid nodded, and Morgan stretched out beside him and reached out, gently holding Reid's hand.

"Thank you, Derek," he whispered.

Morgan leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to his forehead. "I love you, Spencer."

Reid's eyes drifted closed. "I love you too." His breathing evened out as he drifted back to sleep.

Morgan lay awake, watching him, rubbing small circles onto the back of his hand with his thumb.


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