AN: Sorry for the long long wait guys. I was seriously struggling with a wicked case of writer's block on this one. This chapter is a bit of a filler; I didn't really wanna go back through the details of what happened again. I'm working on chapter thirteen right now. Let me know what you think and please, let me know what you want to see happen and I'll try to fit it in!

Chapter Twelve

"Hey." JJ smiled as she pushed opened the door to Derek's dorm room hours after they returned from the hospital.

"Hey." He grinned, looking up from the book he was reading.

Clad in only a pair of pajama shorts and a tank top, she quickly crossed the room and crawled into his bed next to him.

"How are you?" He asked, tossing his textbook onto the floor and looking down at her. "I haven't seen you all day."

JJ nodded, snuggling further into his pillow. "I had a lot to do. I'm sorry."

"Hey." He slid down to lay beside her and face her. "What's up?"

"I need to talk to you." JJ sighed. "I just don't know how."

"Just say what's on your mind, babe." Derek told her, taking her hands in his as best as he could with her cast. He knew this was the big talk she'd been alluding to for a while now. "Take your time."

"It was the end of summer break. We were all out having one last party before we left for college. I was, uh, still dating Doug at the time. I was stupid and thought he'd changed." She started.

"I'm sure you're not stupid, JJ." He whispered.

"But I was." She sniffled, feeling tears start falling down her face. "He hurt me, more than once. I should have ended it after the first time."

"Did he abuse you?" Derek asked as he shifted closer to her.

JJ took a deep breath before continuing. "He raped me. A lot." She told him, finally breaking down and sobbing into his pillow. She felt him pull his hands from hers and automatically thought the worst. Sobbing even harder at the prospect that he wanted nothing to do with her now, she tried to remove herself from his bed. "I'm sorry." She cried. "I'm so sorry."

"JJ. Hey, JJ." He reached for her. "Stop, babe, calm down. Talk to me."

"I'm damaged goods." She admitted.

"Hey." He tried once more to meet her gaze. "You're not damaged goods. You survived and you're moving forward. That's a good thing, JJ. You're a survivor."

"I don't feel like one." She sniffled.

"Shh…" Derek tried to comfort her. He pulled her into his arms and held her tightly.

"We reported it." She told her. "Today. We're p-pressing charges. Should have done it before, when he – they, first did it. B-but I was scared, ashamed… I didn't want my parents to find out. They'd be s-so disappointed."

Not entirely sure what to say, Derek just squeezed her tightly and pressed a kiss to her forehead. "I'm sure they wouldn't be disappointed in you, JJ. This wasn't your fault."

"I should've known." She whispered. "Do, do you want to know?"

"Only if you want to tell me, babe." He replied quietly. "You don't have to tell me anything you don't want to."

JJ nodded. "Can, uh, I'm goin' to get Emily and Spence. Th-there are still some…some of it's fuzzy and Emily can… explain." She explained, more to herself than to her boyfriend. "Spence deserves to know, too."

"Okay." Derek nodded. "I'll be here."

Moments later, JJ re-entered the room, Emily and Spencer following close behind. Quickly making themselves as comfortable as possible, a thick silence hung in the air. Once everything was settled, JJ took a deep breath. "Okay…"