MY COMPUTER CRASHED . Therefore it's been sitting in the school Laptop room waiting to be fixed, and I've been stuck with a really annoying loaner that wouldn't let me upload anything. I tried from the Library Computers, but it didn't work either, and I've been going crazy because I have all these ideas floating around my head, and I couldn't upload them. BUT FEAR NOT; My good old laptop is Back and Better. Than. EVER. :) So updates should be coming MUCH more frequently.
This is a more angstier Fic, because everything I've been writing lately is fluffy and happy, and then I came home one night and wasn't feeling that great, and this was the product of my sad mood. Hope everyone enjoys my creative way of venting. It's clear that Spencer is sick in this fiction, but I don't really note what illness he has, so it's left up to you guys; I'm not a Doctor, so give me a little leeway here, I did the best I could.
Here it is, I hope you all enjoy it, and have a wonderful Super Bowl Sunday :)
V is for Voices
There were too many voices, so much noise and confusion. It startled Dr. Spencer Reid that a place that once held so much information, so much organization, could be so loud and boisterous, so cluttered and disarrayed. It was like slow suffocation, and he didn't like it one bit.
Look, over there. He hears one voice say, and not knowing to whom the voice was speaking, Spencer looks in the direction it floated away to. They all know you're crazy. No, those were people he knew, people he trusted; They didn't think he was crazy... Did they?
"No." His own voice argued back. He felt his hands come up to his head, rubbing his temples, the gazes of the others boring into his back. That's the team. They know I'm not… "No."
Are you sure? Another, higher, voice answered. Look again. And he does. There are the people he knew, the people that, only moments ago, appeared to be looking at him with curious, concerned eyes. Now the same faces had taken on new expressions; sneering, taunting, laughing, all at him.
Spencer snapped his head back down towards his desk, the sudden movement throwing his mind into shambles. The voices called out in protest, words flying around, pounding against his temples. Somewhere off in reality, he felt his pen drop onto the desk, the tip making a small, indelible mark on the paperwork he'd been attempting to finish.
They're still watching you. Another voice called out, and Reid turned his head, more slowly this time, to where the team had just been. He saw blurs moving away in different directions, and dizziness overtook him as he felt his equilibrium leave. They're still there, you just can't see them. A voice taunted. He spun around, looking for the cause of the buzzing voices. It was all getting too loud, he couldn't take it anymore.
You should run.
No, you should just look away.
They're all taunting you, you can't just run away from that.
That's all you do, run from your problems. You're weak.
There's nothing you can do, noth-
"Spencer!" A voice, the only real voice Reid had heard all day, startled him, and then there was silence as all the noise that was once around him was suctioned away, slowly and peacefully.
"Reid," Spencer spun around in his chair and came face to face with Morgan. "C'mon, Pretty Boy," Derek put a hand around his waist and another interlaced with his own. Reid sniffed and realized, through the silence, that he was crying.
Immediately he saw his team looking at him. They weren't curious or concerned anymore, they were scared. Scared for him. A wash of pain brushed over him, flying with tones of guilt and nervousness through his veins.
The peace was gone, and then came the terror; what was going on, what was happening to him? Logic tried to play a role in his mind, some sense of normality coming back to him from a small cave in the back of his head, where it had been cowering, afraid. What had just happened? What would he do to keep it from happening again? Fear came back. Could he do anything to stop it…?
Spencer's breath hitched, and then he felt Derek's arms around him, leading him out the door of the BAU, and Spencer Reid felt alright, if only for a moment, as he clung to his lover, his last thread of reality.
I know, I know, this is really weird, and I'm not all that sure if I like it, but I'll let you guys decide on that. There will be more uploads coming, I promise :) Reviews make me happy. Have a great day, everyone!