"Morgan..." Derek heard a whisper from his doorway break him from his sleep. He glanced over and saw Spencer in the doorway. Man he was getting big fast now. He noticed that Spencer had whiped blood off his lips and his eyebrows were scrunched together in pain.

"How many?"

"Two..." Spencer went and crawled into Derek's bed. "I'm s-sorry about this. I don't normally seek affection l-like this but th-this child's body seems to seek and desire comfort when in distress. The t-teeth- My mouth is h-hurting, Morgan."

"Hey- Hey, it's alright, man, if it as me I'd probably want some comfort to." Derek patted the top of Spencer's head and let the child press himself against him. "Look... it's still pretty early but how about we get up and go some place for breakfast? Say... IHOP?"

"IHOP...?" Spencer looked up at him with hopeful eyes.

"Yeah, kiddo, we can get some pancakes, bacon, juice, what do you say?"

"What if another tooth falls out... Someone could-"

"Screw that, you need a good meal. You're hurting and even as a kid you were scrawny, you need a nice big breakfast. I'm talking big mickey mouse head shaped chocolate chip pancakes."

"I will agree to the chocolate chips but I draw a line at the silly shape."

"Kill joy."

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"Enjoying yourself?" Morgan grinned as he watched Spencer dig into his chocolate chip pancakes.

"Emmensely." Spencer said through his pancakes.

"It's good to see a scrawny kid like you eat." Morgan smirked, poking him in the shoulder with his fork.

"Just wait intill I'm a teenager, you'll wish I wasn't eating."

"Now I doubt that." Morgan rolled his eyes,

"No, seriously, it's true. When I was fifteen I hit my first real growth spurt, which inturn fueled a rather large appitiete. Now most of my professors didn't mind food but the vast majority of them ended up banding me from eating in the classroom because the frequency and quantity in which I was eating some days was distracting the other students."

"No way."

"Way." Spencer nodded. "One time when I went to visit my mother and she thought that goverment had implanted some sort of super parasite in me."

"U-um... sirs?" They heard a vioce and turned to see the waiter, looking at Spencer with wide eyes. "Do, um, either of you want me to, um, refresh your drinks?"

"No, sir." Spencer smiled innocently at the waiter.

"I would like another coffee, please, I'm almost out."

"Yes, sir." The waiter skittered away and Derek laughed.

"I don't think the kid has ever heard a kid say anything like that. You may have scared him for life."

"Nah, but he was definetly perturbed. Good thing it's so early, the resturant is relitively empty. Though that couple from earlier- they were scaried."

"Hell yeah, they were. I would be to! You really need to put a lid on the grown up talk, kid."

"But I don't LIKE talking like an imbicile! It's embarrassing for someone of my intellence to have to do!"

"Okay, kid, calm down, just... try a little harder, okay kid?"

"Okay, but later, I want to see how badly we can scare the waiter."

"Ohhh, being seven brings out your dark side. I like it."

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"I got it!" Spencer screeched, tumbling down the hall towards the door. He opened it up with a grin and looked up to Garcia, who was also grinning with her Star Trek DVDs in hand.

"Hey there, miny man! Where is Derek?" Garcia asked, stepping in.

"He is getting ready to go out with Savannah." Spencer said before rolling his eyes slightly.

"Oh really?" Garcia smiled as she closed the door before looking at Spencer with cocern. "How are you doing, kiddo?"

"Morgan told you about the teeth thing, huh?" Spencer smiled smally at her.

"Of course, now answer the question, sugar butt."

"I'm okay... My mouth is a little sore. I just finishd lossing and gaining a tooth."

"You poor little baby." Garcia cooed and grabbed both sides of Spencer's face, making him blush.

"'m fi'e."

"What was that, baby cakes?" Garcia asked, letting go of his face.

"I'm fine."

"Your so brave." Gracia cooed and basicly flew into the living room, Spencer trotting behind her. "You ready for hours of space adventures, ice cream, carbonated drinks that will surely rot our teeth?"

"Bring it on." Spencer grinned, jumping on and sitting on the couch.

"You two try not to tear up my house to bad." Morgan said, strolling into the living room.

"Ohhh, looking good, Chocolate Thunder, got a hot date?"

"Very funny, Baby Girl, I'm sure Reid already told you about my plans."

"Yiks! Caught red handed!" Garcia put her hands up sarcasticly. "But yeah, he did. Have fun with Savannah."

"Oh I assure you I will." Morgan smirked slightly and swiftly left house. Garcia looked to Spencer and grinned.

"It's just me and you, baby boo."

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"This is my favorite part-" Garcia smiled joyfully at the screen before looking over at Spencer, who was whimpering and grabbing at his mouth. She scrunched her eyebrows together. She was confused, Spencer had spit out his last baby tooth an hour ago. "Baby Boy? Spencer, what's wrong?"

"M-mouth!"

"I gathered that, sweetie, what with you grabbing at your mouth. What's WRONG with your mouth?"

"My molars!" Spencer wimpered, a tear rolling painfully down his face.

"What are you talking about-" Garcia widened. "OH, right, I read this- this somewhere. First molars of the perminant set come in between the ages of seven and eight. Is that?"

"No, I'm just crying and clenching my mouth for the hell of it!" Spencer snapped sarcasticly.

"No need to be snappy, let me take a looksy, yeah?" Garcia asked and Spencer obeyed and low and behold, his first molars were trying the force their way up to the surface. His gums were starting to split and bleed.

"It hurts." Spencer whimpered, shutting his mouth.

"I know, sweetie heart, I know." Garcia cooed and rapped her arms around Spencer. He didn't pull away nor did he pull back, he just let him lay there.

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"Hey, Baby Girl, how was he?" Derek asked softly, seeing the child conked out in his PJ's on his couch.

"The poor baby, it hurt him so much when his molars started busting through. It was hell for him but we made through with the aid of ice cream and Star Trek." Garcia smiled.

"That great. At least it's over for now. Tomorrow I'm taking him to the Zoo with JJ and Henry." Derek smiled and strolled over before plopping down. "He is really out of it huh?"

"This whole tooth business has him pooped." Garcia sighed and shook her head.

"I don't blame him." Derek grinned and shook his head as well. "Can you come over and cut his hair tomorrow, he really needs it." He gestured at the slumbering child.

"Sure I can." Garcia nodded.

"You better get going, Baby Girl, it's getiing late."

"Alriiigghhhtt. Good night, Chocolate Thunder."

"Good night, Baby Girl."

AUTHOR'S NOTE:

THIS CHAPTER IS SHORT AND LAME AND I'M SORRY.

I wasn't very inspired. In fact, I'm lucky I got this done in all honesty. The response for the last chapter was EXTREMELY EXTREMELY VERY underwelming... which is disheartening. This prompted me to check the stories stats and... while better then all my stories... has been become less and less read as I add more chapters. Which completely heart crushing because... I'm clearly doing something wrong... My guess it's an issue in the humor, I'm not a naturally funny person so I guess I sort of saw it coming. I'm open to advice, though. So please, review if you can, I'm no mind reader, I don't know what you think if I'm not told! R&R