Hey everyone, here is the next chapter for you all. I apologise for the delay and I'm very sorry for keeping you all waiting. I had a very bad seizure two and a half weeks ago and spent a week on my couch recovering from it and it has since been causing some issues with my memory and my concentration. My writing might not be at its best but I hope you all still enjoy it. I'm doing okay and writing helps keeps me going. If there are delays in my updates, it's due to my health and I hope you all can understand that they might take a little longer but I always try to update as soon as I can. I was hoping to have a longer chapter but I hope this is okay for now. I promise longer updates in the future. Enjoy and I look forward to hearing from you all.

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A few days later

Fran sat patiently as she waited for Spencer to finish the science work she had given to him. He was completing the work at lightening speed and seemed completely absorbed with the work. She ticked science off their lesson plan for the day and decided it would be good for him to have a break. They had already had an hour of maths and an hour of English which they had completed. Fran frowned when she noticed Spencer leaning in close to read one of the questions. She had noticed that he struggled to Reid things from far away. She let him finish the work.

"I'm done, Grammy," he smiled as he put down his pen and pushed the work over to her.

"I'll mark this after we've had some lunch," Fran said as she put away the work in a folder. "Spencer, do you have trouble reading things when they are far away?"

Spencer bit his lip. "A little. I'm sorry I didn't tell you. Some things are a little blurry when they are far away. I didn't want you to send me away."

"Why would you think we would send you away?" Fran asked.

"I already have scars and nightmares. I thought if you found out, you wouldn't want me any more and I'd have to go away. I like it here and I don't want to go to a foster home. I hid it from you."

Fran rose up and walked over to him. She knelt in front him and stroked some of his hair behind his ears. "We will never send you away. We love you and we care about you. Never be afraid to tell me about things like this. We just need to make you an appointment to have your eyes tested. I think you need glasses."

"I'm sorry I lied, Grammy."

"It's okay," she assured him. "Just remember that I'm always here and you can tell me anything. You have to tell me the truth when it comes to your health."

"I will," Spencer nodded.

Fran brought up her hands and cradled Spencer's face. "The world is going to be very lucky to have you, Spencer, and I just know you're going to make a big difference in it. Don't let anyone tell you that you are anything but special. Now, how about we get some lunch?"

"Grammy, what's going to happen to me when my mommy is better?"

"Spencer, that is something that will have to be decided when the time comes. Just know this. I always will be here for you. Derek too. Your mother has some time before she's able to start living her life again. No-one will force you to do anything that you don't want to do. Derek loves you very much and he loves spending time with you too. He thinks about your future. He wants to make sure that you get all the help in life that you'll ever need. You have a wonderful and brilliant mind. You can be whatever you want to be."

"My daddy said that I would be nothing but a failure," Spencer said quietly before biting his lip again. "He said I was already a failure because I wasn't normal."

Fran shuffled forward and wrapped her arms around him as he began to shake. "Spencer, your father is a terrible and evil man. He couldn't understand how wonderful you truly are. You aren't normal. You're extraordinary."

Spencer leaned in further to Fran causing her to kiss the top of his head. "You're extraordinary too, Grammy."

A week later

"Oh, look how you cute you look in your glasses," Garcia squealed with joy as she brushed Spencer's hair behind his ears. She adored his new blue, thick rimmed glasses. She knew he had picked them out himself and loved how they looked on him. "I love your new glasses."

"Thank you," Spencer grinned. Morgan had brought him into the BAU for an hour after Cruz had called him in for a meeting and Fran was running a few errands. Garcia noticed that Spencer leaned against Morgan and hid slightly behind him as Cruz walked over. Morgan gave Spencer's hand a comforting squeeze.

"Hello, Morgan," Cruz greeted. "I'm sorry about having to call you in but I need you to fill out some paperwork and discuss some things. Is this Spencer?"

"It is," Morgan said before looking to Spencer. "Spencer, it's okay. He's a good man. You don't have to be worried. Sorry, Cruz. He's shy around new people."

"I understand," Cruz said before looking to Spencer. "It's a pleasure to meet you, Spencer."

"It's a pleasure to meet you too, sir," Spencer said shyly before letting go of Morgan's hand and rushing to Garcia's side. She held his hand and gave him a comforting smile.

"Well, I'll let you two go on with your meeting," Garcia smiled. "Spencer and I are going to go and see what candy I have in my draw."

Morgan watched as Spencer held Garcia's hand and walked with her into her office. He noticed Cruz giving him a smile. "What?"

"I think caring for Spencer is good for you," Cruz said. "You seem calmer than usual and happier."

"Spencer has that affect on you," Morgan shrugged with a smile.

Two days later

Spencer wanted to run through the hospital to his mother's room but Morgan had told him to stay close. Morgan had told him that his mother was finally starting to wake up properly and had been for over two days. He didn't care about the other people around him. All he cared about was seeing his mother. He had only seen her a few times since seeing her the first time he had come to the hospital. They came to the door but Morgan didn't open it immediately. He knelt down and looked into Spencer's eyes. "You ready?"

"I really want to see her," Spencer nodded quickly.

Morgan gave him a gentle smile and opened the door. Spencer kept hold of Morgan's hand as they walked over to the bed. Diana seemed to be sleeping as Morgan lifted his young charge up onto the bed. Spencer reached out and gently stroked her hair. "Hi, Mommy. It's Spencer. I came to see you. Papa Morgan told me that you woke up."

Diana didn't move for a moment before letting out a small moan. Her eyes opened up slowly and wandered the room for a moment. Her eyes soon settled on her son. Tears welled up in her eyes as she took in the sight of her son smiling. "S-Spencer," she cried gently. "Y-You're here."

Spencer let out a sob. "I'm here, mommy. Daddy can't hurt us any more."

Diana reached out with her good hand and cradled his cheek. "I've been dreaming about you. Oh, my little boy is safe."

"Papa Morgan and Grammy kept me safe," Spencer told her. "Grammy is Papa Morgan's mommy."

Morgan walked to the bed and softly smiled at Diana. "William is in prison and will be for the rest of his life. You're safe and Spencer is too. You're one hell of a fighter, Diana."

"Thank you," Diana cried gently before reaching out for Morgan's hand. He held her hand with care. "Thank you for taking care of my little boy. He looks so happy. Y-You kept your promise."

"I did," Morgan assured her. "I'm his temporary guardian. He's been living with me. My whole team adores him and he's been a very good boy. You're in Virginia. We transferred you from another hospital so you could recover and be close to your son."

"Papa Morgan is awesome," Spencer grinned. "He takes me to the park and got me new glasses. Do you like them?"

"I love them," Diana said as let go of Morgan's hand and wrapped her arm as far as she could around her son. He leaned down and snuggled under arm. Diana kissed the top of his head and held him close. She cried gently as she realised her son was finally happy and safe. William had not managed to take him away from her. The doctors had explained how long she had been in a coma and her condition but she didn't care about her broken bones or bruises. All she cared about was that her son was in her arms.

Morgan pointed to the bedside table. "Spencer brought you a book of poetry and he filled a notebook full of Bob Dylan songs. He also put a picture here and he also got you this," Morgan said as he gently placed the 'Best Mummy' bear on the bed. "Your son is an amazing little boy."

"I know," Diana nodded gently. Spencer wrapped his small arms around her as far as he could and gave a contented sigh.

"I love you, mommy."

"I love you too, Spencer. Mommy will always love you."

Morgan sat in the corner of the room silently as he watched Spencer sleep on Diana's chest and Diana sleep with her arm cradling her son. They had fallen asleep together over two hours ago and Morgan didn't want to disturb them. Spencer had not twitched or called out once during the time he had been sleeping next to his mother. Reuniting mother and son warmed his heart but it also made his heart hurt. He had grown close to Spencer, had enjoyed being a father figure to him and was afraid of the time when he was going to lose that. He would never keep Spencer from his mother but the worries about his care still plagued him. Spencer had suffered so much in six years of his childhood and deserved to spend the rest of it doing what made him happy and not having to worry about caring for his mother at such a young age.

It wouldn't be easy when the time came to leave Spencer with his mother and he knew he had to face the pain when that day came if the child protection service gave custody back to Diana.

A day he wasn't looking forward to.

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