See Him Again
By: AndiKaneUnderwood
Written as a tag for Season 11, Episode 6: "Derek"
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Morgan nearly went insane just by the pain alone. He couldn't handle it and slipped back into his trance to recent his mind from shutting his body down. The pain lessened and dissolved completely as he opened his eyes to see his father once again standing beside him and the open field they were walking in. His father smiled as he helped Morgan up and they began to walk through the field once again. "Good thing you know someone with a Ph.D. in Chemistry," he told Morgan.
Morgan smiled as he remembered the sleepless nights he'd spend with his lover as Reid spent countless hours looking for a way to alleviate the pain. "A couple of years back, when our troops encountered white phosphorus in Iraq, Reid took it upon himself to find a cure. The kid wouldn't shut up about copper sulfate," he replied. His father smiled at him and Morgan knew his Pop approved of his younger lover.
Any doubts about his father's approval vanished with the smile Morgan received. "Well, maybe you should thank him the next time you see him," his Pop said, stopping and turning towards Morgan.
Morgan thought about that, remembering all the long nights they'd spent working cases, all the morning after they'd made love, all the times he'd helped Reid with his migraines, and every time he'd stayed home to take care of him. In flashes, he got varying memories.
"Hey, Pretty Boy!" Morgan called as Spencer stood from his desk.
Said male looked up first in confusion, then in surprise as his coat landed in his arms.
"Five twenty-seven, Spencer. Time for me to make good on the promise for dinner." Morgan grinned and Spencer gave his same shy smile right back.
~CM~
"Reid!" Morgan yelled, combing through the woods and the cornfield looking for his missing friend.
"Reid!" He heard Prentiss and Gideon shout about sixty yards off.
No! No, no, no! He'll never get to tell him! He won't see him again! His eyes fill with tears he blinks back quicker than they can form. He shouts. He screams. He begs for Reid to come to them. When he doesn't and they've spent hours looking, Morgan falls to his knees in defeat. They'd failed him.
"Spencer!" he yelled into the open sky. One last desperate plea for him to find them. His call goes unanswered and he leans over, bent double at the waist. "No," he whispers.
~CM~
"Spencer?" Morgan asked as he steps into the man's house. They'd just recently lost someone Reid had personally connected with. Maeve Donovan, killed by Diane Turner, had died when Reid couldn't put enough into his performance that he "loved" Diane because he didn't love Diane and he certainly didn't love Maeve. But Diane hadn't understood that and the only way to free Maeve was to play the part of bisexual and pretend. It didn't work and Reid was severely torn up about it.
"Spencer?" Derek asked, coming in. He stopped when he felt something under his foot. He looked down and saw it to be a book. The same book Reid had received from Maeve after Reid had explained his nervousness with Derek. Maeve had given Reid this book as her advice. The Narrative of John Smith was laying in the room open with a few pages crinkled and the spine cracked, but nothing else visibly wrong.
"Spence?" Morgan asked, picking up the book and smoothing out the ruffled page. He closed it and set it on the coffee table as he moved towards the bedroom. He heard the soft sobs and pushes the door open.
Spencer sat curled up on his bed with his face in his hands and his body heaving with sobs. "D-Derek," he gasps.
"Oh, Spencer." Derek murmured, sitting next to the younger man and pulling him close. Once Spencer had cried himself out, Derek took the time to assuage his fears and insecurities. They fell asleep still clothed and tangled together.
Derek looked at his father. "Am I ever gonna see him again?" He asked, a bit worried and slightly tense. He didn't like the idea.
His father shrugged. "Well, that's up to you," he replied and Morgan made up his mind that he had to survive this.
To see Reid again, he will.