I had trouble on this chapter. I don't feel like it's a really good one but it's something right? Tell me what you think and well Enjoy!
The young man stared at him but his eyes held no emotion. Derek dropped his hand and went out to meet the doctor in the hall. It was already late around one in the morning in Europe. He stopped the doctor and held his stare.
"What the hell?" Derek shouted.
"I'm sorry sir but there's nothing we can do," the doctor apologized.
"How long?" he asked.
"…it's hard to say…Maybe a few hours, days, weeks, months-"
"Years!" Derek's eyes widen in fear.
"It's temporary amnesia but we don't exactly know how long it'll last," The doctor nodded sadly.
"We have a six month old at home waiting for him!" Derek cried.
"We understand but the bat did quite a bit of damage," the doctor said.
"Oh my god," he whispered.
"Sir?"
"What?" he snapped.
"If you want to speed up the process maybe you should try talking to him about the past. Showing him certain things or take him to certain places," the doctor advised.
"Can he fly?" Derek asked slumping down into a chair.
"Yes but make sure he takes it easy. It was a miracle his skull wasn't shattered when the bat impacted," the doctor informed.
"Okay thank you," Derek said weakly.
Derek got up and entered the silent room. He saw Spencer looking up at him. He took a deep breath and walked over to his bedside.
"Hey," he managed to say.
"Hi," Spencer replied with a small wave.
"We're going to go home tomorrow," Derek announced.
"…so I'm not Italian?" Spencer asked.
"No but you sure know how to speak it," Derek chuckled.
Spencer smiled at Derek's laugh. He didn't know why but he loved the man's laugh. He felt like he knew him from somewhere but he didn't and couldn't remember. He looked at his hands again and remembered that he was going to ask him a question…or a few.
"Umm…we know each other right?" he began.
"Yea we're like best friends," Derek smiled sadly.
"…then you must know that I'm married," Spencer lifted his hand for Derek to see.
Derek nodded.
"So who is she?" he asked.
Derek felt like he was about to breakdown. Spencer noticed the man's discomfort and switched the topic.
"Why don't you tell me about my family instead," Spencer said.
"Well let's see. The BAU team is like family. You consider it your only family," Derek smiled.
"BAU? You mean as in the FBI Behavioral Analysis Unit?" Spencer asked wide eyed.
"Yeah you're actually one of the youngest team members," Derek grinned.
"Seriously?"
"Yes Pretty boy," Derek chuckled.
"Pretty boy?" Spencer questioned.
"…It's a nickname I came up with for you," Derek explained.
"…I-I like it," Spencer blushed.
"I'm glad," Derek said.
"What about my real family?"
"Your dad…abandoned you and your schizophrenic mom when you were ten…at eighteen you couldn't take care of her anymore and sent her to a sanatorium. You have a Ph. D in mathematics, chemistry, and engineering. You also have B.A's in psychology and sociology," Derek informed.
"How old am I?" was all Spencer can say.
"Thirty," Derek smiled.
"Wow," Spencer breathed.
"Let's not forget Payton," Derek added.
"Who's Payton?" Spencer asked.
That was probably the last straw that snapped in Derek. Spencer couldn't even remember his own daughter. He had carried her for almost nine months and he couldn't remember. He didn't remember the last six months or their wedding! Tears started to fall down his cheeks. Spencer felt terribly sorry. He had tried to remember but he just couldn't. Before he could apologize or say anything else Derek spoke.
"I have to go pack up and get our flight ready. The doctors will clear you to fly and I'll come back to pick you up," Derek wiped away his tears.
And like that he was out the door. He walked out the hospital and ran. He didn't wait for a taxi or any sort of transportation. He needed to blow off steam. He wasn't mad at Spencer. He was mad at himself. He still blamed himself for everything. He couldn't take it anymore.
As he neared the hotel they were staying at he slowed down. He was exhausted but continued to push himself. He entered the cold empty room and slid down the door as it closed. He sobbed silently for a few minutes before pulling himself together. He didn't know how he was going to do it anymore. It was only an hour or two but he couldn't do it anymore.
He started packing and was already tired by the end of it all. He checked the time it was already three. He went into the bathroom and turned on the shower to cold. He didn't even take his clothes off. He went under the freezing cascade and stood there letting the water fall on his skin and clothes. After five minutes he turned it off and got out. He shivered a bit and decided to change throwing on some grey sweats and a black hoodie. He grabbed their bags and left the room.