I was about to cry in this chapter. So depressing, I do hope Spencer gets better though, enjoy.

"Are you sure he's ready to come back?" Hotch asked.
"Yeah..." Derek answered.
"How're you holding up?" he questioned.
"Not well...Hotch he's not the same. He can't even remember Payton," Derek sighed.
"There's still a chance he'll remember right?"
"Yes but when?"
"Only time will tell," Hotch said.
"I know, thanks anyway and sorry for waking you," Derek apologized.
"Don't worry about it," Hotch said before the call ended.

"...D-Derek?" Spencer called.
"Hey Pretty boy," Derek smiled.
"Can we buy coffee?" he asked quietly.
"I can see you remember your love for caffeine," Derek chuckled.
"I seem to remember useless facts, my love for coffee, and my hate for hospitals," he mumbled.
"Those facts aren't useless; they help the team when capturing the UnSubs and at least its progress right?" Derek said.
"...unknown subjects... I usually end up hurt right?" Spencer wonders.
"Why would you think that?" Derek's brow furrows.
"Well why else would I hate hospitals?"
Derek laughed at Spencer's comment.
"You have no idea," Derek said trying to control himself.
"Great," Spencer muttered.
"Let's go our flight is going to leave without us," Derek joked.
"Ok," Spencer agreed.
The flight was rather uneventful. It was quiet and awkward for the most part. Spencer took a glimpse of Derek from time to time. He felt something for the man but he couldn't quite get it. Fragments of memories returned and he tried to grasp on to them but they always left. It frustrated him because he was really trying. It was just impossible. Maybe he had to make new memories and move on from the old. He hated that idea but it was the only other option left. Derek awoke as their flight landed. They grabbed their belongings and headed to what Spencer assumed was home.
Derek opened the door; it was late morning around eleven-thirty when they arrived. They spotted a woman sitting in the couch with a babbling Payton. Spencer's eyes grew when he saw the beautiful baby girl. Her caramel skin was perfect with her hazel eyes. The locks of hair were loose and fell down her small fine face. Derek saw his reaction and made introductions.
"Spencer this is my momma and this Payton," Derek motioned. Fran gasped as she stood. Derek had warned everyone about Spencer's amnesia before returning. JJ broke down when she heard the story along with Garcia and Emily. Hotch and Rossi were stunned. Fran sounded like it was the end of the world.
"Baby, want me to stay? I can cancel my flight," she offered.
"No, you have to go back to Chicago," Derek replied.
"Will you boys be fine?" she asked not taking her eyes off of Spencer.
"We'll be fine. Hotch is going to take you to the airport at twelve," Derek informed.
"Oh...okay," Fran said slowly before disappearing up the stairs.
"She seems nice," Spencer broke the silence.
"She is," Derek smiled sadly.
"Dada!" Payton squealed.
"Hey Pretty girl," Derek smiled.
"Papa!" she yelled asking for Derek to pick her up.
"She's beautiful," Spencer smiled.
"She is. Do you want to carry her?" he asked.
"Could I?"
"Of course! You are her dad after all," Derek grinned.
Spencer stared at him confused and surprised. Derek completely forgot not to give too many details all at once. He regretted saying anything but it was too late now to backtrack.
"She's...my daughter?" Spencer asked still shocked.
"Y-yeah," Derek nodded.
"...I...how?" Spencer was perplexed.
Derek sighed and put Payton down to crawl around. He drew closer to Spencer and carefully lifted his shirt up. Spencer looked up at Derek and then down. His warm hand traced a scar on his lower abdomen. Then it hit him.
"You mean I had her?"
Derek simply nodded again. Spencer was just so overwhelmed.
"Then who's the...uh...other...dad?" Spencer wondered.
"Might as well since I let it slip right?" Derek laughed nervously.
Spencer cocked his eyebrow.
"You and I created Payton. You and I got married and we were on our honeymoon when a guy hit you on the head which lead to your amnesia," Derek explained.

Spencer loved the man in front of him. They got married and had a beautiful child and yet he couldn't remember. He was so lost and broken now. He gently picked up Payton and started to cry. He held on to her wishing he could remember. Derek stood there and Fran walked down and saw the silent moment. She had tears in her eyes but wiped them away. They heard a car honk outside.

"I called Hotch to pick me up early," she informed her son.

"Thanks momma," Derek replied.

"Call okay?"

"I will, bye momma," Derek hugged her tight.

"Spencer get better soon," she then hugged the lithe man holding her granddaughter.

"Thank you," he said wiping away his own tears.

"Bye princess," she kissed Payton on the forehead.

Payton giggled in response.

Fran walked out the door and closed it behind her. Derek went back to look at Spencer. He raised his gaze and stared at Derek.

"JJ is going to take care of her for a few days. If no change happens then we'll bring her back and well…start new memories," Derek whispered.

"…I'm sorry," was all he could say.

"Go upstairs, the room on the end of the hall is the master bedroom. I'll stay in the couch, it's too much work setting up the guest room," Derek informed.

"Okay thank you," Spencer nodded.

"Come to Papa," Derek smiled.

Spencer cautiously handed Payton over to Derek and grabbed his bag to head upstairs. The doorbell rang and Derek got it. He looked at the blond with sad eyes. She nodded her understanding and grabbed Payton and her own little bag.

"Thanks JJ," Derek smiled weakly handing her Payton.

"Tell him everyone loves him and we'll wait for him," JJ said.

"I will."

"Say bye bye to Papa," JJ cooed.

The little girl waved at her dad as she left.