I'm back! Sorry for the wait, I was moving stuff back into my apartment at school for the start of my 4th semester. Crazy how fast it goes. So here is the next chapter, thanks to all those who have been reviewing!
HOME
Derek walked around the hospital room and got Spencer's things together. Hotch would be there in a few hours and they were preparing to fly Spencer back to Quantico so he could recover in a hospital closer to home. As he was packing up some books and clothes, he glanced over at Spencer. He was concerned to see his young lover simply poking at his jello instead of eating it. "What's wrong, Spence? You're usually all over jello like Scooby on a Scooby Snack."
Spencer gave Derek a weird look, then returned his gaze to the jello. "I don't really feel like eating," he said quietly, putting the spoon down and staring at it.
Derek frowned and sat down on the edge of the bed. "Is something wrong?"
Spencer sighed and looked up at Derek. "I'm just…worried about my mom."
Derek nodded. "Yeah, I understand. Look, I'm sure they're taking good care of her. Her arm was healed up pretty good when she was discharged."
"I know," Spencer said, leaning back. "I just hope she's ok. She must be terrified that she can't see me…does she even know I'm still alive?"
"They informed her after you woke up yesterday," Derek said. He took Spencer's hand and squeezed it. "Everything is going to be ok, babe. Once you're all better they said they could fly your mother out to see you."
"But she'll have to be under close supervision," Spencer said sadly. "I won't get to be alone with her."
"Maybe, maybe not," Derek said. "Spence, look at me." He gently tilted Spencer's chin up so he could see him. "I promise you, everything will be ok."
Spencer nodded. "Will you hold me?" he asked quietly.
Derek smiled lightly and seated himself on the bed next to Spencer, making sure not to bump him and bother his injuries. He gently took him in his arms and leaned him against him. He rested Spencer's head on his chest and gently ran his fingers through his wavy brown hair. "I love you, Pretty Boy. I can't tell you that enough times."
"I love you too," Spencer returned quietly. He snuggled deeper into Derek, shivering slightly.
"Are you cold, babe?" Derek asked. When Spencer nodded he pulled the covers up over his thin frame and held him a little closer. "Just rest now, I'll wake you up when Hotch gets here."
"Ok," Spencer said quietly. He was asleep in no time.
Derek peered down at Spencer's sleeping form curled up against him. He felt the strong need to protect him from everything. He gently tightened his hold and kissed Spencer's forehead. He smiled lightly when the younger man mumbled in his sleep. "I'm here, Pretty Boy. I'm not going anywhere."
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Hotch walked down the hall and into Spencer's room. He stopped when he noticed the two sleeping men on the bed, Spencer curled into Derek and half hidden under the covers. He had to smile. Garcia would be all over this if she were here. He fixed his gaze on Derek for a moment, noticing how protectively he held Spencer close to him. His thought was interrupted when Derek woke up. "Morgan."
"Hey, Hotch," Derek said quietly. He looked down at Spencer, noticing he was still sleeping. "Did you talk to the doctors?"
"Yeah, they said he is ok to be transferred," Hotch said, stepping closer to the bed. "The jet is ready, and they already called the hospital back home to let them know everything Reid will need." He looked briefly at Spencer, then at the uneaten tray of food. "He's not eating?"
Derek frowned and shook his head. "He's worried about Diane."
Hotch frowned. "I see. I spoke with her today via phone. She's very distressed."
"What did you tell her?" Derek asked, absentmindedly playing with some of Spencer's hair.
"I told her Reid is doing fine, that he will transported to a hospital closer to home today. She can see him when he's fully recovered. She doesn't want to wait of course." Hotch remembered back to the conversation he had with Diane.
"But Agent Hotchner, I need to see him! I need to know he's ok," Diane Reid pleaded over the phone. "He's my only son, I need to see him!"
"Ms. Reid, I assure you, you will be allowed to see him once he is fully recovered," Hotch said calmly over the phone. "They'll bring you out here so you can see him, but it might be a few weeks."
"I can't wait that long," Diane cried on the other end. "Can I…at least speak to him?"
"Maybe after he gets home."
Hotch sighed, the jumped slightly when he heard Spencer moan. "Reid?"
Derek looked down at Spencer. "Are you awake, babe?"
"Hotch?" Spencer asked quietly, opening his eyes. He smiled to the best of his ability once he realized it was Hotch. "Hi."
"Hey there, kid," Hotch said, returning the smile. "How are you feeling?"
"Lousy," Spencer said. He tried to sit up, but cringed in pain. "Not…one hundred percent yet."
"You'll get better pretty fast once you're back home," Derek said, helping Spencer into a sitting position.
"Reid, we're ready to transport you back home on the jet," Hotch said. "If all of your things are together I'll go speak to the doctor about your discharge papers."
"Thanks, Hotch," Spencer said as the older agent left the room. He looked back up at Derek. "Derek?"
Derek smiled down at Spencer. "Yeah?"
Spencer blushed lightly. "Can I take jello with me?"
Derek laughed lightly before looking at Spencer. "I already stashed some jello cups in your bag," he said.
Spencer smiled up at him. "I love you."
"I love you too," Derek said. He gently pulled Spencer towards him and kissed him. He was overjoyed that he would be getting to take Spencer home.
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Spencer shifted lightly, and then opened his eyes. He was on the private jet, still in his hospital bed. He must have fallen asleep back at the hospital. Making sure that the bed was properly anchored to the floor, he decided to try and sit up. He got about halfway before a splitting pain ripped through his stomach. "Aaeh," he moaned, clutching his stomach and leaning back. He looked over when Derek suddenly popped around the corner.
"You, ok, Spencer?" Derek asked in concern. He looked over Spencer and realized he was holding his stomach. "Do you feel sick?"
"No," Spencer said, shaking his head. "It still…hurts when I try to sit up." He looked up at Derek. "Will you help me?"
"Of course, babe," Derek said, reaching down and gently picking up Spencer and putting him in a sitting position. "Are you sure you're ok? Do you need anything?"
"No, I'm ok now," Spencer said, leaning back into the pillows. He still had his arm around his stomach. "I just want to get better and be back home in our bed."
Derek smiled and lightly brushed Spencer's cheek. "You can spend all the time in bed that you want, Pretty Boy. Once you're out of the hospital, Hotch is giving us both two weeks off. That way I can stay home and help you recover."
Spencer smiled lightly. "I'd like that."
Derek leaned over and kissed him, running his hand through his hair as he did so. "I love, Spencer. We should be home soon. Hotch said we should be landing in about forty minutes."
"That soon?" Spencer asked. "How long was I out?"
"Quite a bit," Derek said. "You fell asleep in my arms back at the hospital after Hotch went to get your discharge papers." He touched Spencer's cheek again. He frowned slightly and moved his hand up to Spencer's forehead. "Baby, you're really warm."
"I feel fine," Spencer said truthfully. "Really, I do. Maybe it's just because I'm under all these sheets."
"Yeah, I guess," Derek said, still frowning. "I wish you didn't get cold so easily. It would make me worry less."
Spencer looked away for a moment, pretending to observe something. "Well, maybe you should get under the sheets with me. That way our body heat could combine between the two of us and I'd be pretty warm. I might not even need all these sheets after that." He looked at Derek matter-of-factly. "Just sayin."
Derek's frown flipped into a smile. "You're mind's in the gutter, Pretty Boy. We'll have enough time under the sheets once you're all better, I promise."
Spencer smiled brightly. "Ok."
Derek smiled once more and stood up. "I'm going to make myself some coffee. I'll get you some water and one of those jello cups."
"Thanks!" Spencer called as Derek disappeared around the corner. He leaned back and sighed. The truth was, he actually did feel a little sick, and he felt like he could have a small fever. He didn't want to tell Derek because he didn't want him to worry. He's done so much for me already, he doesn't need to worry about me getting a fever or something. I'm sure it'll pass. He looked back up and smiled when Derek came back with his water and jello. "Hey, blue, my favorite."
Derek grinned and sat down with his coffee. He watched Spencer eat his jello while he thought to himself. He was worried that Spencer seemed feverish. He would tell me if he was sick, wouldn't he? I hope he's not hiding something so I don't worry more about him. He looked up to see an empty jello cup sitting in Spencer's lap. "Damn, kid, you ate that fast."
Spencer smiled, looking up suddenly when Hotch watched around the corner. "Hi, Hotch."
"Reid, good to see you up," Hotch said. "We should be landing shortly. An ambulance will be waiting to take you to the hospital."
"Ok," Spencer said as Hotch walked back to his seat. He looked up at Derek again. "It's good to be home again."
Derek smiled and kissed him. "It's good to have you home."
TBC
It's my birthday, reviews would make great presents. Haha! Twisty twist in the next chapter! Perhaps I'll make it a cliff hanger…
