chapter7
Spencer reached Derek as the man stopped in front of a door. So far Spencer had seen the living room, kitchen, dining room and bathroom. Which he had to use before he would be able to follow Derek around the house again.
When he was done, he found the dark agent in front of a door a few feet away.
Derek opened the room door. "This is my room."
Spencer stared at Derek before turning and walking into the room. He smiled. It was a big room. But simple. Light green walls. a small table with a lamp and a...
"What's that?" Spencer pointed.
"It's a California King Bed." Derek answered.
"Thats a bed?" Spencer asked. At Dereks nod. Spencer said. "But... it looks like a sofa."
Derek smiled. "Come on. Your room is right here."
Spencer turned to see Derek was already out of the room.
He followed.
Derek opened a room door next to his own. "This... is your room."
Spencer stared into the room, afraid to even move. He turned back to the dark agent, then back to the room. Spencer gulped before entering.
A smile apeared on his face.
This room was lighter than baby blue. There was a full size bed, with lots of pillows and a red blanket that had squares. On each side of the bed was a samll and simple white lamp.
Spencer walked up to the bed and ran a hand over the blanket, then pressed down on the matress. The bed was soft.
"My mother made that for me when I was ten." Derek said.
Spencer turned to him.
"I thought you could use it. It always comforted me when I was young. So... I thought you would need it."
Spencer smiled. "Thank you. But... isn't this room bigger then yours?"
"Only by a couple of feet. But, thats because the extra feet in 'my' room is my closet."
Spencer nodded, then looked around the room. He quickly turned back to Derek. "I have a closet too." He try to playfully scowl, but his voice came out shaky when he thought about the conseqences for bad mouthing his Master. He bit his bottom lip and prayed that Derek wouldn't notice.
"Can you blame me for trying." Derek smiled. "I want you to be comfortable."
Just then, the his cell rang, Derek pulled it out and read the ID.
"I'll be back. I'm just going to take this."
Spencer nodded.
When Derek left, Spencer stared around the room. He walked over to the closet and slid open the door. The closet was empty. He closed the closet, then turned back to the bed.
Spencer looked at the door and bit his bottom lip.
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Derek spoke on the phone. "What are we going to do?"
Waiting...
"Well, no. I can't leave now. Spencer just came home.. I don't want to leave him alone."
Waiting...
I know it's a couple of hours, but...You didn't see him at the hospital when he thought I left without him."
Waiting...
"I'll see what I can do." He hung up and sighed.
'Damn.' He thought. 'Just when he thought he could spend the day with Spencer, his damn job had to call in.' Spencer was like a little child. Derek couldn't leave him alone the first day home.
Derek walked back up the stairs. His brows narrowed when he heard something sqeaking and... bouncing?
Derek slowly walked back up the stairs. He walked up to Spencers room where he heard the noice coming from and peaked inside. Dereks mouth opened. Aparently, Spencer being reborn as a child was an understatment.
Derek quickly walked back downstairs and dialed a number on his phone.
The phone rang twice before the person picked up.
Derek didn't give the person a chance to answer. "I can't do it." He said. "I can't leave Spencer alone on the first day home."
Waiting...
"He's just a kid. Inside and out." Derek stared up the stairs.
Wiating...
"I don't care how old he is. Have you ever seen a 19 year old jump up and down on a bed?"
Waiting...
"Because thats what he's doing."
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