Hey guys, I'm kind of shy about this chapter, because it's getting out of my experience as a writer. I'm not quite sure it's the way it should be. Just remember that this is my first fanfic. I've decided that you should decide if it was good or not.
I owe big thanks to my beta deathtechie. When I received the beta'd version of this chapter, I nearly hit my head on my desk, because it was full of stupid mistakes. So now thanks to you, it's actually readable.
Everyone take a minute to read the ending AN please, it's really important.
Fact 1: Spencer hated rain.
It was more than just not liking it. It was visceral. Something inside him screamed its hatred to the rain. He hadn't liked it when he was a small kid and he still didn't like it.
So when he woke up on Monday morning, Spencer Reid was annoyed. It was raining. And that meant he had to go out in the rain if he wanted to make it to Derek's class. The teenager sighed. He had two choices here. Either he went out in the rain or he missed his date.
"Fine." He thought. "I'll go out in the rain."
Spencer never took the bus. It took twice the time do to the journey and there was only one bus every half-hour. Taking a blue umbrella in a corner next to the door, Spencer opened the door, exhaled and finally launched himself out in the rain. By the time Spencer made it to the university, he was completely soaked. He thanked god he had thought to take a change of clothes. To go to the university, the teenager had to cross the park. Sadly it took twice the time to do the journey by bus and there was one bus by half-hour.
When he entered the gym, he was freezing. Taking advantage of the absence of everyone else, the young man went in the locker room to do what he never did at the gym: take a shower. Getting under the hot water made Spencer shiver. The teenager waited under the water as it slowly heated. He was half-lost in his thought when he heard a noise. He swallowed and made his way to the place where he had left his towel.
Tying the towel to his hips, the young genius calmly made his way back to the locker room, even though his heart was pounding in his chest. He looked around. Seeing no one, Reid started dressing. He was putting on his sweatpants when the door opened. Spencer found himself facing Nate Stevens.
"Well, well, well, if it isn't Reidopedia?" The man said with disdain.
Spencer put his shirt on hastily, looking worried. Forcing himself to talk and straighten up, the teenager turned toward his locker.
"Wha... What do you want, Nate?" The kid stuttered.
Spencer was scared. He was able to read body language, well the threatening ones at least, and the body language of Nate weren't reassuring at all. The man hit a locker. The metallic sound resulting, made the kid turn back toward the bully.
"When did you get so confident? Are you talking back to me?
"Yes." Spencer forced himself to say.
Nate tightened his fists.
"Listen to me you little shit, you do not talk back to me and you certainly don't hit me."
At those words, Spencer felt himself get mad. It wasn't his fault.
"I didn't hit you, you did. I followed the instructions. That's what self-defense is about, remember? Getting an attacker off of you. Or are you so stupid that you forgot that?"
Spencer regretted the words as soon as they left his mouth.
Fact 2: He really needed to remember that rainy days always meant bad days getting worse.
Fact 3: He should have stayed home instead of braving the rain.
Spencer, seeing the anger rise in Nate, winced.
"You, filthy fag!"
Spencer closed his eyes, bracing himself for the blow he knew was to come. When nothing hit him, the teenager opened his eyes. Derek stood between him and the other man. The black man was holding Nate's wrist in his hand.
"Back off Stevens." Derek said calmly, even though you could hear the threat behind his words.
Nate roughly removed his wrist from Derek's grip. He threw the black man a glare before placing his attention to the young doctor. His eyes were burning with rage.
"So, is that what you've done to be a professor, fairy boy?"
"Wha… What?" Spencer stuttered once more.
"You're fucking with your teachers, whoring yourself around…" Stevens spat with all the hatred he had.
Spencer whimpered softly. If Nate hadn't heard that, Derek Morgan sure had… and no one had the right to make his boyfriend feel so bad.
"Well, almost boyfriend." He internally corrected.
"Okay, Stevens. You're out of my class." Derek announced.
Both of his students looked at him, stunned. Reid couldn't believe someone would take his defense. Nobody had done that before. Stevens was stunned. Normally, other men would get in the game. But Derek had always been different. It was probably because his best friend was on the other side of the fence in high school.
"You're kidding me; you're siding with the fag. What is he doing? Being your personal fuck doll?"
"You know what Stevens?" Derek asked, breathing heavily.
"No, what?" He asked with an arrogant tone.
"You're going to walk away or I'll be calling the campus security."
"Fine, but it's not over." The man spat in anger.
Nate took the duffle bag he had left on the floor and got out the locker room. Derek exhaled, calming himself. Spencer let out a shaky breath he didn't know he was holding. The black man shook his head in disbelief, before turning around to face the white kid. Derek raised his hand to cup the teenager's face. The latter managed a smile.
"Are you okay?" Morgan asked, concerned.
"Yeah. You kept him from hitting me. Thanks about that, actually."
"Are you sure, you're okay? He said pretty bad things."
Spencer's face fell. He had heard those things before, it wasn't a big deal. But, for the man he loved to hear them, it was embarrassing. How could he explain the way things were? Derek knew this expression. He had worn the same back in high school.
"You know you can tell me, right? I won't judge you."
"I know. I think it's the worst thing."
"It has something to do with high school?"
Spencer sighed as a tear flew out of the corner of his eye.
"Yeah. You know how people are. I've heard those kinds of things since senior year. I should be immune to them now. It's stupid I shouldn't be crying." He said, dropping his head.
"No, it's not. Not if they hurt you. It's normal to cry then." Derek said kindly.
Derek raised his hand to Spencer's chin and slowly lifted the younger man's head. The two men smiled at each other. Derek leaned in.
Their second kiss was perfect. It brought butterflies to Spencer's stomach and made Derek's heart pound in his chest. It was chaste, too. Their lips were just touching, but both of them were feeling the jolts of electricity running from their lips to their fingertips. They separated and looked into each other's eyes. This time, it was Spencer's who made the first move. He slowly leaned in halfway. Derek sensing his lover's nervousness closed the gap. This time, it was a little more passionate, but no more than their lips moving slowly against each other.
When the lack of air forced them to separate, Derek asked him the one question he had been waiting to ask.
"Pretty boy, will you be my boyfriend?"
"Yes! Of course!"
Seeing Spencer beam the way he did, it made Derek's heart melt.
"You're perfect, you know." The black man said, voicing his thoughts.
"Perfection is not something that can be accurately measured, it isn't actually achievable even, all because…" The young genius started, blushing.
Derek cut the rambling by the only way he was sure of: a kiss. When they broke apart, Spencer was fire red.
"Just accept the compliment, okay. Don't over think it." Derek chuckled.
"Okay. But just so you know, I'm nowhere near perfect." Spencer said with a frown.
"Well, in my eyes you are."
"If you say so…"
They stood there for a minute before they decided to go to the gym. After all, Spencer would be nowhere near comfortable when people start invading the locker room. In the gym, they sat together, talking to each other. Just before Derek started class, Spencer said.
"You know, perfection is not realistic, but if it were: you would be it."
As soon as the words passed his mouth, the teenager scurried away.
SRDM
If the rain had somewhat stopped by the time Derek had come to Caltech that morning, it was back to the flood Spencer had encountered.
Fact 4: Derek should stop believing the weather channel.
The rain hadn't stopped as predicted and the date Derek had planned was ruined. Instead, he took on Spencer's idea. Spencer, knowing JJ wouldn't be there, had proposed they went to the coffee shop.
To Spencer's delight, Derek hadn't talked about his comment before class. Now, they were looking at the rain outside, wondering if they should go out. Suddenly, Derek took Spencer by the hand and pulled him with him as he started running in the rain.
They were right in front of the coffee shop when Spencer slipped and fell to the ground. Derek hurried over to help him up. Both of them were now soaked and laughing. Slowly, like in any bad romantic comedy, Reid put his arms around Derek's neck as the black man's arms surrounded the small teenager's waist. Spencer was the one to kiss Derek.
That was the moment they would remember as their first passionate kiss. It started like the others, slow and chaste, but it soon became something else. Derek tentatively ran his tongue on Spencer's lips, asking for permission. Reid slightly opened his lips letting Morgan's tongue slip in his mouth. The teenager gasped at the feeling of Morgan's tongue on his. Derek smiled in the kiss as he felt Spencer react. And boy, did the kid react; he had these fireworks blowing up in his stomach. He had read about it in books, but it was the first time he felt it. Even in his past relationships, he hadn't felt that way. And he was determined to fight for dominance.
They fought for dominance and Derek won. They broke apart minutes later due to the lack of air, both breathless and soaked.
Fact 5: Spencer loved rain.
A kiss is a lovely trick designed by nature to stop speech when words become superfluous.
Ingrid Bergman
So, what did you think?
To indigo : I hope you like that Spencer a little bit more, if not then tell me and I'll see what I can do.
Okay, now on with the slightly bad news. My dear beta is out of reach until Monday. That means the next chapter won't be up until at least Tuesday night. If you guys don't mind having the un-beta'd version of the chapter, I'll try my best to post it online with the least mistakes possible, but keep in mind that English isn't my first language so it might not be as easy to read. Anyway, I put the decision to vote.
With love and hugs, Anne
