I know that I would update more chapters than one a couple days ago but...well...I lost track of time. And I've been busy with school so I didn't have any other time to publish so...yeah. Sorry about that. So I will publish two chapters today instead! Enjoy!
UPDATE: HOLY SHIT I AM SUCH AN IDIOT! SO I WRITE THE CHAPTERS AHEAD OF TIME SO I HAVE THEM WRITTEN OUT BEFORE PUBLISHED. I FUCKING MIXED UP CHAPTERS 8 AND 9! FOR ANYONE WHO WAS CONFUSED I AM SO, SO SORRY! IT'S MY BAD! I APPRECIATE ANYONE WHO WAS PATIENT WITH ME AND MY STUPIDITY! AGAIN I AM SO, SO FUCKING STUPID! NOW ONTO THE ACTUAL CHAPTER 8! Jesus christ I'm fucking brain dead I swear to god...
Summary-One late night walk leads to another when Derek Morgan finds himself face to face with Spencer Reid, a homeless person with a troubled backstory. What happens when he is suddenly able to turn into a wolf, Morgan finds himself looped into something he never thought was possible.
Relationships: Everything canon, ReidXMorgan, mentions of ReidXMaeve
Rating: M for gore and blood (the good shit)
WARNING: THERE ARE SCENES WITH VIOLENCE, BLOOD, GORE, TORTURE, BROMANCE (GAY), FOUL LANGUAGE! THIS IS ALSO EXTREMELY AU AND THERE WILL BE OOC BEHAVIORS!
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds!
Chapter 10: Flight Home
"Home is where you feel loved, appreciated, and safe."
~Tracey Taylor
Dinner that night was loud and joyful. Spencer didn't mind, he just stayed back and listened to the conversations while eating his food. He ate mostly turkey though he did eat a few other things like the stuffing and mashed potatoes. Of course, it wouldn't change anything either way. He had to eat raw meat, and eating cooked turkey wasn't helping anything. He didn't complain though, he hadn't even expected to eat with them.
Afterwards they all headed into the living room to watch a movie. Spencer sat towards the end of the couch, leg bouncing lightly with nerves. The sun had set and in the morning he would head out to the airport with Morgan to go back to Quantico, something he wasn't looking forwards to.
"It's getting late," Fran says a few hours later after watching a couple older movies on the TV. The others look at her to see a gentle smile on her face. "And Derek, you have to get up early tomorrow."
Spencer glances around the room at each of their faces. They all looked tired, Fran especially. She had cooked all the food, though she had made sure that no one was to help her either. Desiree and Sarah looked to be about the same, and Morgan looked ready to stay up all night. Though, working for the FBI, Spencer is sure he does that a lot.
"I agree with ma," Sarah says with a yawn as she stretches. "It's been a long day, and I tired myself out beating Derek at football today."
"Hey!" Morgan exclaims as he looks over at his sister's sly smirk. "You did not beat me at football!"
"Sure Derek, sure," Sarah replies as she rolls her eyes. Desiree and Fran only chuckle at their childish banter while Spencer shifts uncomfortably, desperately wanting to just disappear.
"So, Spencer," Fran says as she gets his attention. He hesitantly looks over at Fran who has a warm smile on her face. "You plan on going with Derek back to Quantico tomorrow?"
"Um...yeah, I-I am," Spencer replies quietly as he glances at Morgan's smile. He was starting to feel slightly lightheaded. The whole room felt hotter than normal and it bothered him to no end. But he didn't complain, he kept quiet. He was getting sick.
"Alright, stop arguing you two and go to bed," Desiree says as she stands. She grabs the remote and turns the TV off, stretching. "I'm tired."
"Goodnight Desiree," Fran says as she stands up herself. "Goodnight Derek, Sarah, Spencer. I'll see you all tomorrow morning."
They all head to their own bedrooms, Spencer following Morgan to his. And, like the night before, Spencer took the bed while Morgan took the floor. He desperately wanted to sleep next to Morgan again, but he doesn't ask. He doesn't want to risk the chance of waking up from a nightmare again and freak out, scratching Morgan. Again.
No one had asked about the scratches on Morgan's cheek, though the whole family knew who it came from. They had all watched Spencer throughout the day, as if to make sure that he doesn't lose his mind and attack them. He doesn't blame them though, after all he is a monster. An animal.
Spencer feels his stomach twist painfully. He forces back a whimper as he slowly curls up into a ball on his side, hugging his knees as she shivers. The room had suddenly felt icy cold, though he knew it was probably him getting sicker. He would have to turn down breakfast if he doesn't want to increase the risks of his organs shutting down. He really hopes that Morgan declines in the morning, though he doubts that he will.
Soon everything calms down and he stops shivering. He slowly un-curls and rolls over onto his back. He picks at the blanket as he stares up at the ceiling, listening to Morgan's deep breathing. He had fallen asleep a few minutes ago and Spencer couldn't bring himself to ask for any raw meat. He would hold off as long as possible, not wanting to be a bother to them. He doubts that he could last much longer though.
With those depressing thoughts, Spencer rolls over onto his other side and closes his eyes, forcing his breathing to slow. He pushes all thoughts to the back of his mind and tries to fall asleep.
Spencer woke up early the next morning to feel someone shaking him by the shoulder. With an annoyed groan he turns his head to see Morgan sitting on the bed, leaning over him with a bright smile. The sunlight is filtering through the crack down the middle of the curtains.
"Come on sleepy head, wake up," Morgan says as he stands up. Spencer can already see that he's wearing a fresh pair of black jeans and a navy blue shirt. He already has his shoes on and his black bag is packed by the bedroom door. "We need to leave in a few minutes."
"What?" Spencer asks as he slowly sits up, rolling his uninjured shoulder. His muscles felt stiff and he guessed that he had slept the wrong way last night as his shoulders are hurting. He can catch the faint smell of syrup on Morgan. "You ate breakfast?"
"Just a couple pancakes." Morgan replies with a shrug as Spencer swings his legs over the bed and stands. "You looked like you needed the sleep so I didn't bother you. If you're hungry you can get something to eat on the plane."
Spencer almost lets out a sigh of relief, his shoulders dropping. He didn't have to eat anything. His stomach seems to pinch itself, reminding Spencer that he's hungry. He ignores it the best he can though, he can't eat anything cooked until he has a good amount of raw meat.
"When are we leaving?" Spencer asks as he watches Morgan pick his bag up.
"Now," Morgan replies as he heads out of the room, Spencer following close behind. Sarah, Desiree, and Fran are all waiting in the living room, sad smiles on their faces. Fran's eyes are all teary.
Spencer stands awkwardly off to the side as Morgan hugs each of them individually, saying his goodbyes. He's surprised when Desiree walk over to him and wrap her arms around him in a firm hug.
"You take care of yourself," she says as she pulls away from him. "I made sure to make Derek promise that you'll be safe."
"Thanks.." Spencer mutters as he looks away shyly. "I uh...thanks for-for helping me."
"No problem," Fran says with a smile as she looks over at the two. "You are always welcome here. After all this is over, why don't you stop by? For old times sake?"
"Maybe," Spencer replies as he looks over at her. "We'll see."
Morgan and Spencer head out the front door to the rental car parked outside on the side of the road. He stands there awkwardly while Morgan throws his bag in the back.
"You better call, Derek!" Sarah shouts from the front door where Desiree and Fran are standing next to her.
Morgan looks over at them, standing on the other side of the car with a smile. "Don't worry, I'll try to call whenever I get the chance."
The two get into the vehicle, Morgan in the driver's seat while Spencer is in the front passengers seat. The two buckle up and Morgan drives away, waving as he does so.
The airport is extremely uncomfortable for Spencer. The whole place is crowded with people getting on and off planes. He stays close to Morgan the whole time, though he felt childish. He is paranoid and jumps at any loud noise he hears. His senses are practically in overdrive, overwhelmed with everything. All the different smells clouded his nose to the point to where he could barely pick out his own scent throughout all the smells. The loud noises and people talking and shoes clicking against the slick tile is starting to give him a headache.
It wasn't any better on the plane. They found seats towards the back. Morgan put their bags in the overhead compartment while Spencer sat down on the seat closest to the window so he could feel at least some sort of security. He doesn't want to be feeling trapped the whole flight, and looking out the window would help.
Morgan sat in the middle seat, leaving the seat closes to the walkway open for anyone else. Though, Spencer seriously hopes that no one would sit there. He doesn't want to bother with the awkwardness of it.
"You okay?" Morgan asks as he scrolls through the music on his MP3 player, headphones laying in his lap. He had noticed how tense and stressed Spencer had looked throughout the whole transaction.
"No," Spencer snaps as he crosses his arms over his chest, leaning back. "Do you know how stressful this is for me? I'm surrounded by hundreds of people and any one of them could be undercover, working for my father. Not to mention how close they had been to touching me and how loud they have all been. All the nasty smelling perfumes made me want to throw up and people kept staring at me."
"Spencer, you're just paranoid." Morgan comments as he settles for a song. He slips the MP3 player in his pocket and slips his headphones on. "Just try to relax on the flight, okay?"
Spencer glares as Morgan closes his eyes, listening to his music. He had already buckled up so he didn't have to worry about missing the announcement to do so. Spencer lets out a sigh and looks out the window to see the airstrip, his stomach churning once more. He hadn't flown on airplanes much in his life, and when it had he had been stuffed into a tiny cage in the storage.
Another couple minutes pass until Spencer hears footsteps walking towards them. He looks over to see Jakob Stinature, the man that had approached them after the fight Spencer had with his father's men.
The man is wearing a nice navy blue business suit with a red bow tie. He puts his suitcase in the overhead compartment and then sits down in the seat beside Morgan, smiling slyly at Spencer the whole time.
All of Spencer's instincts screamed at him to get up and flee. This man had danger written all over him, so much so that it made Spencer sick to his stomach; more so than he already is. This man couldn't be trusted, but it isn't like he was their friend. How had the man even known where they were in the first place?
"Derek," Spencer whispers as he leans over and shakes Morgan by the shoulder. Morgan opens his eyes and glares at Spencer, pulling back the right side of his headphones to listen to what Spencer had to say. "It's that same guy from a couple days ago...the one I tried to bite for touching me."
Morgan discretely glances over at the man who is looking down at his phone, texting someone. He then looks back at Spencer who has sort of a desperate look in his brown eyes.
"So?" Morgan asks as he shifts slightly.
Spencer lets out a frustrated growl, his eyes narrowing. How can an FBI agent be this dense? Spencer thinks to himself, annoyed. "Derek, he's bad news. He-I don't know what it is but he's...there's something about him that's just wrong. He's danger, Derek."
"You're just paranoid," Morgan replies with annoyance. "Just relax, like I told you to."
"But how did he know-" Spencer starts but is cut off by the overcom.
"The plane is about to depart, please buckle yourselves up until further notice."
Spencer grumbles to himself as he buckles up. He looks back over at Morgan to see the agent leaning back against the chair, his headphones readjusted. How did he not see the danger in this? It frustrated Spencer to no end but he doesn't talk to Morgan about it. He instead looks out the window and takes a few deep breaths to calm his racing heart.
Maybe he is being paranoid? But then that doesn't explain how the man had known where they were. Coincidence maybe? But then why did he sit next to them?
Spencer slowly opens his eyes, nose twitching. He had fallen asleep about an hour ago, halfway through the flight. He had been woken up by something brushing down his arm and he looks over to see Jakob reaching over, his fingers brushing down Spencer's arm.
"Stop!" Spencer hisses as he quickly pulls away, eyes burning with anger. Jakob instantly pulls his hand back, as if he's afraid that Spencer would bite him. And Spencer probably would, if he wasn't in his human form.
Without saying anything Jakob leans back against his seat and starts reading the magazine on his lap. Spencer looks over at Morgan to see that his eyes are closed, his headphones still on.
"Derek?" Spencer whispers as he hesitantly reaches out and touches Morgan's shoulder. The agent grumbles and opens his eyes slowly, glaring at Spencer. He had obviously been sleeping and Spencer had woken him up.
Morgan takes his headphones off and pauses his music before looking at Spencer's slightly wide eyes. He wasn't too happy about Spencer waking him up, and he doubted it was for a good reason. "What?"
"Um.." Spencer stutters as he glances away, afraid of being slapped for waking Morgan up. "The...I...um.."
"Spencer, why did you wake me up?" Morgan asks, shoulders dropping. Spencer glances back at him, flinching as he does so.
"I-I was...asleep. I woke up when-when...I woke up to the-to the...I woke up to the person beside you...rubbing my arm." Spencer stutters, stumbling over his words as his breath catches in his throat. He feels like bursting into tears right then and there, though he's not sure why. He blames it on not having raw meat recently, though he knows that's not the reason. Shifters are normally emotional people/creatures. He thought he had had control of it, though since he's been warming up to Morgan his guard has been dropping significantly.
"Son of a bitch," Morgan curses as he looks over at the man who was pretending they didn't exist. He looks back at Spencer to see him flinch away, his eyes slightly teary. He felt guilty for snapping at him like he had. "I'm sorry, I didn't know that's why you woke me up. Are you okay? Did he hurt you?"
"No...no he didn't hurt me." Spencer replies after taking a deep breath. He had to get control of his emotions, this was ridiculous. "It just...freaked me out is all."
"I bet," Morgan replies as he shifts. "Are you sure you're okay? It looked like you were about to cry."
"I'm fine," Spencer suddenly snaps. He turns and looks out the window, arms crossed tightly over his chest, lips drawn in a straight line.
Morgan sighs and shakes his head, leaning back. That was the end of that conversation.
"Without a sense of caring, there can be no sense of community."
~Anthony J. D'Angelo
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