Spencer's P.O.V
"You should take it easy," Derek whispered.
"They're just a few stitches I'll be fine," Spencer assured.
"Stubborn as always I see," Derek smiled.
"…Derek? Are you mad?"
"No Pretty boy," Derek said.
"…Ok…thanks again," Spencer blushed in the dark.
"Goodnight," Derek spoke softly as he left the room.
"'Night," Spencer replied a bit too late.
He stood awake in the darkness. He thought of the events of that day. Prior to what happened when he first arrived. When he first laid eyes on his daughter when he found out he had a daughter. And then when he found his supposedly best friend was his husband. This day held too much sadness. He had to try to get better for the first week if not…new memories do have to be made. He wants his old life. He doesn't want to fall in love all over again when he already loved that man downstairs.
He remained awake for the beginning of the night. The bed felt so big, empty, and cold. He got up and made his way over to the closed door. He opened slightly but closed it again. As far as he was concerned that man was a stranger. But he wouldn't lie about Payton…right? He returned to be and fell asleep with tears streaming down. He felt so lonely. So broken.
When he woke up again he saw daylight break through the window. He got up and made his way downstairs. He heard the padding of bare feet on the cold floor. He walked ever so slowly into the kitchen. He saw Derek shuffling about making breakfast. Spencer smiled remembering the many times someone did that for him. Was it Derek?
"Hey Pretty boy," Derek smiled interrupting his thoughts.
"Morning," Spencer smiled back.
"I have to go into the BAU today and talk to Strauss about our little problem. I'll be back for lunch," Derek informed.
"Oh…ok," Spencer answered slowly. He didn't want to be without Derek. Not in a big strange house alone.
"Don't worry it'll be alright," Derek said.
"Okay," Spencer nodded.
He noticed Derek's tie was crooked. He lifted an eyebrow and moved closer. He fixed Derek's tie like it was the most natural thing in the world. Being so close to him. Feeling his warmth sent Spencer goose bumps.
"Thanks," Derek grinned.
"Y-you're w-welcome," Spencer stuttered and took a step back.
"Breakfast is served. I already ate so I'll be heading out now," Derek announced.
"Ok see you soon," Spencer waved.
"Bye pretty boy."
Spencer sighed and ate contently his meal. It was delicious. He wondered if he knew how to cook. He decided that he'd find out late. He went back upstairs after finishing and washing the dishes. He placed his coffee mug down and started to undress. He slipped into the bathroom and started the shower. He walked under the warm water. He relaxed and all the tension left his body. He had two days of being amnesiac and he hated it.
He grabbed one of the bottles of shampoo. He squirted some into his palm and started to massage it into his scalp. The scent sent him back in time.
Morgan picked up Reid and carried him into his bedroom pinning him to the bed. Morgan unbuckled his pants and slid them down doing the same to Reid. All the while he kissed Reid's pale body illuminated by the moonlight that crept in the room through the window. Morgan arrived at Reid's neck and started nipping and sucking. A small moan escaped Reid's lips.
The flashback ended abruptly. He closed his eyes; he was too flustered to continue with the sudden memory. Derek's scent when he was on top of him was too intoxicating. He finished washing away all the bubbles and turned off the water. He got out the shower and quickly changed into clean clothes. He threw on a pale blue dress shirt and a purple sweater vest.
Before he even realized the time a car pulled up in the driveway. He was anxious to see Derek again. He ran down the stairs to greet him but decided to control himself. He wasn't sure if he should tell Derek about the memory. Maybe it would be too awkward. He chose to keep it to himself.
"Are you ready for lunch?" Derek asked as he walked in.
"Yeah," Spencer smiled.
"Great I know this awesome place," Derek grinned.
"No Chinese!" Spencer said quickly.
Derek looked at him.
"I can't eat with chopsticks. At least that's what I remember," Spencer explained.
"Ok no Chinese," Derek agreed.
Spencer smiled relieved. Derek grabbed his hand and took him out the door. He got in the car and Spencer sat in the passenger side. The ride was quiet but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence anymore. It was a good silence something they both enjoyed. Derek pulled up in a parking lot and smiled. It was a small tidy restaurant. They walked in and got seated. They made small talk when they waited at first.
"How was your day?" Derek asked.
"It was…uneventful," Spencer lied.
Derek sighed and then smiled. He knew it would take time.
"How was your day?" Spencer asked in return.
"Boring," Derek chuckled.
The waiter came back with their food and they started to munch away.
"How was work?" Spencer questioned curiously.
"It was full of paperwork," Derek sighed again.
It was clear the older man was tired.
"I bet since you don't have anyone to sneak them to," Spencer laughed.
Derek stared at him.
"I uh…I remember someone always put extra files into my pile," Spencer began.
Derek just sat silent.
"I umm also remember I did it for them without complain. I don't really know why though. I…that's all I could remember," Spencer continued.
"It's alright…you're remembering slowly," Derek finally spoke.
"It's too slow for my liking," Spencer scrunched up his nose trying to make the situation light again.
"It'll get better," Derek smiled slightly.
"I know," Spencer said.
They ate and talked and then went home. To another sleepless night according to Spencer.