The bed was colder then normal and I didn't like it. Spencer had been called out for his first case since he started working, it's already been two days and I'm over it. I wasn't sure what to do with myself now that he wasn't here all the time but between looking for a job and going to school full time I was keeping pretty busy.

I watched the alarm clock with disdainful eyes as I saw the numbers move closer to the time I had to get up. As the numbers clicked by, so did my mood. Normally Spencer would be giving me the daily pep talk, okay maybe it wasn't a pep talk but it got me out of bed every morning. I never realized how much I needed it until he wasn't here to give it to me.

The shrill sound of it screaming at me brought the automatic response of me throwing it at the wall. Spencer normally slept on that side, he started doing that after I broke the third one. The loud annoying sounds seemed to unlock a headache that I could already tell was going to last all day. Less then two beats later my phone started ringing.

"What?" I closed my eyes and pressed my head into the pillow. I didn't even have to look at the caller ID to know who it was.

"Get out of bed or I'll baker act you." I wrinkled my nose at the weak threat.

"You don't have the balls." I growled, letting myself sink farther into the bed as I waited for his response.

"You're going to test it?"

"Come at me babe." He laughed but at the same time I could see him shaking his head. It was likely that he wasn't laughing at the joke, but at my personality.

"Get out of bed Addi. You have school." His words were followed by my loud groan. "And you have

your doctors appointment."

"Fuck the doctor, oh wait. I'm already doing that." I could hear his face go red. He didn't reply for a second but when he did I could tell that I cheered him up.

"You're sleeping with your gynecologist?"

"No, Spencer. You're a Doctor and I'm sleeping with you. I was making a joke."

"It wasn't funny." He said seriously.

"It was hilarious." I disagreed before adding, "I don't understand why you make me go to the freaking doctors when I'm not even sick." I rolled my eyes and swung my legs over the side of our bed and moved to the bathroom.

"Addison, you're supposed to go to the gynecologist once a year once you turn 18 or after you become sexually active and you're both." He started, "not to mention your per-"

"Yeah yeah yeah, don't be talking about my business in front of your coworkers."

"I'm not in-"

"Yo Reid! Time to go."

"Uh huh. Goodbye love." I turned the shower on.

"Please go."

"I will. Now get to work. They're not paying you to watch after me." I heard the sound of a car door shut meaning he was now in close proximity with other people.

"Nobody has to pay me to watch after you." I wasn't sure what to say to that.

"I Love you, I'll see you when you Get back."

"Love you too." I hung up and tossed it onto the counter. I caught a glimpse of myself in the mirror. The first thing that I saw were the large scars that ran down my side. They were still angry looking and I almost always winced when I saw them. They were more then just scars, it was a reminder of my old life and what I left behind. The ones that went down my back were the ones that really made me…go back. Right underneath the sports bra I was currently wearing was a very large tattoo.

It was the Winchester 1876 Centennial. Sam's name was carved into the handle. My father's name was the trigger the letters in cursive as if they were piece of metal that would send bullet flying through the air. The chamber had Dean's, and last but not least, my mother's name was on the barrel. Each name had been placed in it's spot for a reason and I was very happy with how it turned out. The artistry in that one tattoo kind of overshadowed the other one over my heart. But the anti-possession symbol was more for protection then it was to look good.

I had a few small dots scattered on my arm from when my life was a little bit darker, I didn't like thinking about those either. Spencer has done a pretty good job of pulling me out of that hole I somehow fell into as a preteen. I don't know how he did it and what made him want to but whatever he saw in me, I really hope never goes away.

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I swung my legs back and forth underneath the chair of mass pain and destruction as I waited on the doctor to come back inside. She had me change into a paper gown and stepped out while I did it. I'm not sure about anyone else but getting felt up by a doctor when you feel you don't need it, isn't the best experience.

She came back inside and smiled warmly at me. She moved across the room and took a seat in the stool that sat in front of me.

"So, Miss. Winchester."

"Addison please. Miss Winchester sounds like I'm in trouble." She chuckled and nodded.

"Okay Addison. So this is your first appointment and I understand that it can make you nervous but their isn't anything to be embarrassed about and there are no bad questions." She started. I just nodded, knowing that if I had any questions I could just ask my resident genius. "Do you have any questions before we begin?" I shook my head. "Okay."

The first thing she did was a general physical exam. Took about fifteen minutes of her feeling my abdomen, weighing me, checking my blood pressure, and asking me questions. I could tell that something she found was bothering her but it seemed like she would be waiting till the end to share with the class.

"Okay so two things."

"Good or bad?" I crossed my arms over my chest, that she just finished messing with, and continued to move my feel back and forth.

"Well first of all, your blood pressure was more then abnormally high. Especially with how much effort you put into you physical health."

"Okay, and the other thing?"

"Your uterus is swollen. It could mean a number of things: pregnancy, uterine fibroids, and a few other benign conditions..."

"I hear a but coming on."

"But there is also the possibility of cancer that we also need to keep in mind. Though before we get worked up, lets rule the other things out first." She spent another half an hour asking more questions. She took a blood sample for a pregnancy test, and took more samples from far more invading places and promised to get back to me.

The only good thing I had to say was the fact I scheduled this appointment, well Spencer did, after classes so I didn't have to worry about facing a bunch of other people right after hearing that I could possibly have cancer. I didn't feel sick, in fact I felt really good.

The high blood pressure was also a bit unnerving but at the same time I had a lot of stress problems. My nightmares always messed with my stress levels and made me feel like everything would go to hell. It always took me about two days to fully recover from one.

She told to call my main doctor and have him check me out. I decided I wanted to talk to Spencer about it before I made any appointments. I'd honestly rather have Spencer with me then going alone. He always knew what questions to ask and understood what they said better then I did. Not to mention I didn't have a regular doctor much to Spencer's displeasure.

I couldn't say that I wasn't a little but scared about what could be happening. Everything she said that could be causing it made my skin crawl. The thought of having a baby at 18 made me want to throw up.

I got home at the same time as our lovely neighbor, a pissy miserable women who felt the need to criticize my tattoo. The one that keep demons from using my body as their own. I didn't even humor her today, I wasn't in the mood. Normally I would go back and forth with her, each time spinning new stories of how the symbol could translate into Christianity.

The second I walked through the door my phone started ringing. Spencer's name was in bold on the screen.

"Hey."

"What's wrong?" I rolled my eyes, even when he's not in front of me, he can tell when something's wrong.

"I haven't even said anything yet."

"You sound off. Was everything alright with the doctor?"

"Yeah, we can talk about it when you get home." He didn't like my answer.

"We finished the case, I should be home before you go to sleep tonight."

"That a challenge?" He huffed and I laughed.

"The jet is taking off in ten so I'll see you soon."

"Okay...on your way home can you pick up a new alarm clock? I kind of broke ours."

Time skip

I was laying upside down on the couch when Spencer came home. I had exchanged my jeans and shirt for one of Spencer's work shirts. He tossed his bag down next to me and looked over my bent legs, he tilted his head to the side.

"What are you doing?" I shrugged and pushed my bare foot against the side of his face in a loving way. He frowned and pushed my foot away.

"Let me love you!" I exclaimed, watching him as he walked around the couch and pushed his bag to the side so he could sit. "How was work?"

"We found the unsub without anymore bodies. So it ended well. The DA won't have any problems building an air tight case."

"That's great." I sat up and readjusted myself so my upper body was on Spencer's lap.

"How did your appointment go?"

"Apparently I have high blood pressure."

"How high?"

"160/100. She told me to call my doctor but I don't have one. She also said that if I felt even a little bit off to go to the hospital."

"That's called hypertension." His hand was suddenly in my hair. He was quiet for a second after that. "Which doesn't make any sense because you of all people shouldn't have high blood pressure. Did she find anything else abnormal?" I could hear the tension in his voice and felt it in his body. "This is why you go to the doctors even when you don't feel sick."

"Shut the fuck up." I sat up and started pushing myself off of him. He locked his arm over my chest so I couldn't get up. Either he wasn't trying that hard or I was just that much stronger then him.

"You're just mad because I'm right."

"You're always right."

"Must be why you're always mad." The second my foot touched the ground the walls started moving.

Suddenly Spencer was in front of me. I grabbed onto his shoulder and had him steady me for a second. "Addison."

"I'm fine." I said as I tried to take deep breaths.

"Get dressed." He slowly led me into the bedroom and pushed me gently onto the bed. My vision cleared and I looked up at Spencer who was digging through my dresser. He came back with a pair of shorts. "Put them on."

"Spencer, what are you doing?" I asked but did as he said.

"We're going to the emergency room." He said shortly. He got up and grabbed my shoes from in front of the closet.

"I'm fine, I just stood up to fast. It happens all the time." It almost seemed like he ignored me as he pushed the flats onto my feet.

"It's not up for debate." He pulled me back up onto my feet and button closed the open portion on his shirt I was wearing. It wasn't five minuets that he had me in the car and we were on our way to the place I hate the most.