The following day was normal. As normal as it could get that is. Spencer didn't get any of his memories back that day. He was a bit disappointed but he had no control. Nothing seemed to trigger the memories.

On the fourth day, however, he was going to change that without realizing it. It was dark outside and Derek had promised he'd be back by five but it was now six-thirty and no sign of him. Spencer paced the living room floor worriedly.

What if he got tired of me?

What if he can't deal with an amnesiac anymore?

What if he left and will never come back?

Spencer questioned himself and the doubts just managed to get into his thoughts. The door swung open wide and Derek came in. Spencer looked at the darker man and smiled. His smile didn't last long as it faded just as fast as it appeared. The older man was shivering despite the warmth in the house.

"Are you okay?" Spencer asked concerned.

"I think I caught Rossi's cold," Derek shrugged.

He sat down on the couch and took off his shoes.

"Do you want soup or coffee?" Spencer offered.

"No thanks," Derek smiled weakly.

"You don't like too well," Spencer said matter-of-factly.

"I'm sick that's all," Derek reassured the lithe man.

Spencer walked over to his side and placed a cool hand to his forehead. He bit his lip in the way he always did before when he got nervous.

"What?" Derek asked.

"You have a fever," Spencer responded.

Derek sighed as he saw Spencer pull out his phone.

"Spencer give me my phone…who are you calling?" Derek wondered.

"Shh," Spencer scolded.

"Hello Agent Hotchner," A man answered.

"Hi agent Hotchner Derek won't be able to show up for work tomorrow," Spencer said calmly.

Derek gaped at him.

"Spencer? Is something wrong?" Hotch asked worried.

"He got sick. He has a high fever and I doubt he'll be able to go in tomorrow," Spencer said.

"Oh ok tell him to get better…thank you Spencer," Hotch sighed.

"You're welcome," Spencer smiled as he hung up the phone.

"I remembered numbers too," Spencer turned to see Derek.

"Wow," Derek smiled.

"Here," Spencer held out his hand.

"What?"

"Come here," Spencer repeated.

Derek took his hand as Spencer dragged him up the stairs into their room.

"Uhh Spencer you don't have to," Derek began.

"You're sick and you've taken care of me. Let me return the favor," Spencer cut him off.

"Alright thanks," Derek said as he slid in the bed next to Spencer.

He drifted off to sleep feeling the exhaustion of work catching up to him. Spencer smiled slightly and moved closer to him. He felt the heat radiate off of him. It was warm. He closed his eyes and fell asleep. For the first time he felt at home.

A few hours later he felt Derek stir. He opened his eyes and tried to shake the sleeping man. He was obviously having a nightmare.

"Derek wake up," Spencer said as he shook him.

"Derek," he said again.

Derek pushed Spencer off the bed and he landed with a loud thud. Derek shot up and saw Spencer on the floor. He turned on the bedside lamp and scurried next to him.

"Sorry Spence," Derek apologized.

"It's ok," Spencer groaned.

"You sure?" Derek asked uncertain.

Spencer rolled his eyes. He checked and saw that Derek's fever only went up.

"You're burning up," Spencer muttered sleepily.

"I'm fine what about you?"

"Derek," Spencer began.

"I'm so sorry," Derek ignored him.

Spencer sighed and got closer to Derek. He hugged the older man and buried his face in the crook of Derek' neck. Derek was now paralyzed. He didn't have any words to stammer over. He gently wrapped his arms around the younger man's waist.

"I'm sorry I can't remember. I'm sorry I'm causing your nightmares. I'm sorry I don't remember our wedding or our precious daughter. I'm sorry for everything," Spencer cried.

Derek held onto him tighter. He tried to ease the burden Spencer felt from the beginning but apparently it hadn't worked.

"It's okay Pretty boy," Derek whispered.

Spencer didn't reply. They just sat on the cold ground in each other's arms for about an hour. Spencer finally fell back to sleep in Derek arms. Derek carried him and gently placed him on the bed.

"I'm sorry for not understanding," Derek cried softly.