I am still in awe of Deathly Hallows Part 1! I thought it was AMAZING! Part 2 can't come fast enough; I really wanna see it now! :D
And because some people have been asking so nicely, I'm posting a timeline: Basically, the last victim is discovered around sunrise on the beach. Hotch sends Reid to interview the family at about 8:30-9:00. He spends 25 minutes getting there, and an hour with the family, finishing at 10:00-10:30. When Reid leaves the hotel, the UnSub grabs him. It takes the UnSub a few minutes to get Reid into the Peter Pan clothes, and a couple hours to get him out of Orlando, onto the ship, and into the ocean. So by the time Reid wakes up, it's about 2:30 in the afternoon.
Did I mention that I swear I JUST saw a picture of MGG dressed as a pirate? Honest... He had an eyepatch and everything! Even an earring! It was COOL! :D
I don't own... Anything! Except my OC (Who is male, BTW... Although I may introduce a female OC (or two) into the mix). :D
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The pen is mightier than the sword. ~Benjamin Franklin
Reid had always been adamant that a gunshot to the leg was one of the most painful experiences a person could go through. When it first happened, you'd be in so much pain, that all you could do was try your best not to scream. He could also tell you that one of the hardest fights you could fight was a drug addiction. The cravings were unbearable, and going against the urge to get high was a daily struggle that he went through almost daily.
How very wrong he was. On both counts, he was oh so very wrong.
Now, the most painful experience he could think of was that of a delusional man slashing through a thin cotton tee shirt with a sharpened hook into Reid's own unprotected chest, the razor-sharp metal cutting the young man's pale flesh like butter. And the hardest fight he could think of was the fact that, on this ship, he wasn't SSA Dr. Spencer Reid, FBI agent, BAU Profiler. To the people on this ship, he was a fictional character from a novel, a boy who could never grow up.
I bet Peter Pan never had to worry about this sort of thing, the young profiler thought grimly. He knew who he was; there wasn't anyone thinking he was someone he wasn't.
A second later, the cool cloth, which by now had warmed to the temperature of his skin, was removed; there was the sound of someone dipping something into a pale, followed by the sounds of water ringing from a cloth, and it was reapplied a moment later. Again, Reid gasped in surprise as he felt loose drops of water ran down the side of Reid's chest; not only was the water cold, but it stung his wound, like salt.
"It's co- …Ow!" Reid hissed. "It stings!"
"I'm sorry about that," a voice replied fearfully. "I know it must sting, but saltwater is really all we have; all the clear water is used for drinking; but it'll keep the wound clean, so you won't have to worry about infections."
Reid blearily opened his eyes to see the speaker; a young man, only a few years younger than Spencer himself, patiently watched over him, the concern in his voice echoed by the concern in his clear blue eyes. There was a fringe of short, untidy dark brown, almost black hair sticking out from his forehead, and a similar shadow of hair lightly dusted his lip and chin. His face was thin, and the shape of his body beneath the tee shirt and denim shorts reflected that. Like Reid, he too was barefoot, and his skin was pale, like he hadn't seen the sun in ages….
"Who are you?" Reid whispered.
The boy lifted Reid's head up with one hand, and presented a bottle of water to him with the other. "I'm Johnny," the boy answered. "Drink. You're going to need your strength."
Reid took a sip, and refreshing clear water cascaded down his throat; he hadn't realized how parched he was. "I'm Spencer," he said, coming up for air.
Johnny nodded. "I heard you, when you were trying to talk him down."
"Hook, you mean." Reid stated.
Johnny scoffed, tipping the water bottle back toward Reid's moth as he spoke. "Yeah, that's what he calls himself. But he's really my uncle James. He and his wife Angela took me and my brother Daniel in after our parents died in a fire. He was really into the whole story of Peter Pan; it was the story he told my brother and me when we were growing up."
"Hook's Christian name, according to Barrie's novel, was James," Reid intoned, his hand weakly pushing the water bottle away. "The only reason he changed it to Hook was because Peter Pan chopped off his left hand and fed it to a crocodile, which later ate Hook's alarm clock, and went around the fictional island of NeverLand, ticking out a warning that Hook heard and trembled from. The crocodile was the only thing he feared."
"And Peter and the Lost Boys were the only things he hated, and would always try to find them and their hideout, and do them in." Johnny added, taking the water bottle and tucking it under his arm.
Johnny placed Reid's head back on the floor, setting the bottle aside. "But a few years ago, my brother and aunt were out driving, and they were hit by a drunk driver head-on." Johnny paused, throwing Reid a hang-dog look. "They both died at the scene. The driver of the other car held on for a week before his family shut him down."
"What about your uncle?" Reid asked.
Johnny shrugged. "He sunk deeper into the story of Peter Pan. He bought period style clothes and would wear them proudly around the house. He got a large settlement from the accident, and bought, renovated and restored a real 18th century pirate ship. I was away at college when he was doing this. I kept taking classes so I wouldn't have to go home; I thought he was handling it better than I thought he was."
Reid winced; he thought of his mother, who had hidden in her mind while he had been away at school. She hadn't been grieving the loss of any beloved family member, but she had done things when he hadn't been around to help her. Reid felt that he could relate to Johnny when it came to his story. "How did you get on this ship?" he asked.
Johnny sighed, folding his arms around his body as he spoke. "I came back after graduation intent on writing a book similar to the story of Peter Pan, but I saw all this, and watched him cut his hand off. I couldn't let it go on, so I put my uncle in a home. I was planning on selling off his things; the clothes and other period items would go to costume shops, secondhand stores and some would even go to a museum, and then I'd sell the boat for scrap."
"But…" Reid began.
Johnny nodded. "But then my uncle escaped from the home with some patients, with help from some of his old friends, and they took over the ship. They kidnapped me and hid me under here. I spent about two weeks alone before the first guy dressed like you appeared," Johnny added miserably, gesturing at the wall Spencer was leaning on; there were marks in the wood, counting off days. "Now I just sit here, and tend to the injuries my uncle inflicts on you guys, and lose more hope with each victim."
Reid leaned away from the wall, his eyes quickly darting across it. "There's 42 days ticked off here," Reid pointed out as he glanced at the marked boards.
Johnny nodded, turning to look at the wall himself. "And my uncle always sticks to the same pattern. In seven days, you'll be gone and the count will be 49. And Spencer," Reid turned to look at Johnny, who seemed to have tears in his eyes. "I don't want you to be number five."
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Always be a little kinder than necessary. ~James M. Barrie
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A/N: ...Do you want more? The blue button down there didn't get popcorn at the theatre on Thursday night; some reviews might cheer it up.
Thanks to all my awesome reviewers! PinkHimeLacus, lolyncut, Noel Ardnek, 68luvcarter, danicalif80, amomentintime3, zannabanana, SayidRocks, cmsp, SSAFunbar and The-Vampire-Act
And a reply for cmsp, since I can't PM you: Hotch can talk a room into silence, apparently haha... And Morgan always seems to speak wisdom when it comes to Reid. As for what will happen next... You'll have to wait and see. But I promise it'll be fun! :D
Next few chapters: Hold onto your hats, JJ fans! Our favorite Media Liasion makes an appearance! Plus the return of Hook, more on Johnny, Reid whump, and Garcia holds a press conference!
And... Can you all guess where I got 'Johnny' from? Chocolate brownies for those who guess correctly. (I'm also posting a picture of 'Johnny' on my profile, if you want to see it. And Hook; I have a perfect actor for Hook!)
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