A/N - I'm getting really pissed off with the grammar situation like quotation marks and such darn you fan fiction for taking them away!

Derek POV

"Kid!" I screamed holding his now lifeless body in my hands "Kid please answer me!"

Nothing.

He lied to me, I had a feeling that he was lying but I didn't think that this would kill him. "God why did you lie to me?" I asked my voice thick with grief. I gently moved my thumb over his pale side and he slumped forward onto his stomach and I noticed something that made my heart sink more. Blood running down his back from two long nasty looking gashes that I had caused from pulling his wings free. It had been so easy like ripping paper it had been so easy to just end his life, my fingertip touched the wound slightly.

A deafening scream filled the room as Argentum's tiny form sprung back up into a kneeling position his abnormally large eyes becoming the main feature on his face widening unnaturally. In my shock that he was actually alive I jumped and my hands parted so that he slipped through them like water. He fell to my knees landing on his back and his shriek of pain intensified as his hands ripped his hair.

"Shit kid you're alive!" I wasn't sure if I sounded happy or horrified but I picked him up again with one hand and grabbed the handkerchief I'd used for his blanket in the other. I bunched it into a messy ball as blood began to seep over the palm that Argentum lay on twitching his screaming turning to a soft whimpering. I gently manoeuvred him onto the handkerchief and wrapped it round him to keep him warm and try stop the bleeding. As I delicately placed him back on my pillow he rolled onto his stomach again and his moaning grew louder into the material he shaking becoming worse.

Not sure how to comfort him I leaned down and whispered to the messy handkerchief "you're going to be alright Argentum I'll look after you!" I vowed to which a soft moan responded. I got off the bed and began to pace I wasn't sure how long this would take but I wasn't going anywhere.

The night came quickly and the early morning brought the sun but nothing much changed with the tiny patient tangled in the handkerchief. Every now and then he would turn over onto his injured back, moan in pain and turn over again before whimpering into nothing. I decided that I could leave him for a moment to get myself a strong coffee since I'd been up all night with basically nothing to eat or drink.

As I stirred my drink absentmindedly thinking about how long it would take for him to get better there was a pained yell from the next room. It sounded deeper louder than his original scream and I ran back to my room coffee forgotten. "Kid -" I shouted as I ran "- Argentum!"

I stopped myself short at the open bedroom door because the sight I saw left me completely stiff and motionless. The handkerchief was ripping as limped large and small tried to free themselves from it. A long slender leg was reaching half way down the bed while the over was left helplessly behind reaching only just past the pillow. Both arms where growing at the normal rate but the torso was still as small as it had ever been. I gagged at the horrific deformity and tried hard not to bring up the little that lay in my stomach. Another moan brought my back to my senses and my commitment I had made to him.

On unsteady feet I moved towards him as his limbs thrashed desperately in despair "Kid can you hear me?" my voice was as shaky as my movement. A gasp and heavy breathing answers me then a horrific cracking noise fills the room followed by an unnatural shriek. I covered my ears from the noise feeling like they might bleed just as my bedroom window cracks and shatters.

Tiny glass fragments cascade down onto the bed just as Argentum stops screaming going back to panting his chest now stretching out painfully the cracking noise being his bones breaking and reforming. He thrashes his head which is in proportion with his body now except his eyes which seem to be slow to shrink. They still large like some sort of insect but they were still beautiful still a soft hazel colour.

He seems to see me then and moans pathetically, I could be disgusted at his transformation but all I see all I care about is that he's in pain. Screw my hold ups with this process it's not me that has to go through it the last person I want to see hurt right now is and I need to be strong. So I just sit on the edge of the bed making sure I'm not sitting on glass first and then process to make him more comfortable.

After I pick up the shards of glass I can find I pull my comforter right back so that any stray glass wont go onto the mattress then I awkwardly move him under the covers. Once I've pulled them back I look back into his eyes to see they have decreased in size but they're still large enough to hold the doe like quality. His other legs seems to have stretched out as well because there are now two lumps where I presume his feet should be.

I stroke his hair which has become a tangled greasy mess until I watch his eyes flutter shut and his laboured breathing easies. My mind is still reeling at what's just happened so I sit by him silently trying not to relive what I saw or thing too much about his pain because I've got a feeling we'll never talk of it.

An eternity seems to go by and I've still not moved when I hear my doorbell ringing, in the silence it makes me jump and Argentum whimpers in his sleep at the movement. I rub my hand of my face "Jesus!" is all I can muster weakly before I stand.

"Wow what the hell happened to you?" It was Garcia but of course who else would it be at 1pm because who else do I know that would take her hour lunch break to drive down and see me if I'm not at work. "You look like hell" she adds as she walks past me into the hall.

"Sure why not come on in" I say trying (and failing) to keep the sarcasm out my voice.

The tech analyst frowns at me with her best 'Penelope does not approve' face and says "Ok someone woke up on the wrong side of the bed today."

"I've not been to bed" is my flat reply as I stalk past her to the kitchen "do you wanna a coffee?"

"Yes please my stud muffin" she enters after me waving a brown paper bag "I brought doughnuts you're favourite kind" she said in a sing song voice "cause I figured if you're not well this might cheer you at to hell with grapes right?"

"I doubt doughnuts will improve my mood Baby Girl -" I look at her and seeing her crest-fallen face makes me sigh "- but I appreciate the thought."

She takes a seat at my table "Good I was just starting to think you didn't want me here" her voice thick with emotion. That's my Garcia always full of emotion good and bad it actually brings a smile to my face.

"Now come on Sweetness you know a visit from you always makes me feel better" I say as I walk to her and give her an awkward standing hug from her seat. "I'm- I've had a rough night" I said simply with another sigh and move back to the counter.

My mug from earlier is still sitting there with a stone cold coffee resting inside so I empty it and retrieve another mug for Garcia before turning the maker on again. Garcia fills me in with everything I've missed in the last two days which isn't much but the distraction is nice it takes me mind of the Kid. "So apart from not sleeping last night why are you off?"

I turned with two mugs of coffee and leaned over to place Garcia's on the table then took a sip of my own mulling over an excuse "Cold" was my crappy reply.

The tech goddess raised an eyebrow at me before laughing "You can't be serious?" she giggled "Big strong Derek Morgan is out of action because of the sniffles?"

"That's my story and I'm sticking to it" I said defiantly taking another gulp of my coffee. We sat in a comfortable silence for a moment but then it was broken by a soft moan. My insides clenched and my eyes widened with worry, he's awake already?

Garcia turned her head "What was -" then she whipped back round to grin at me "- Derek you naughty boy are you hiding someone in your room?"

"No- Garcia wait!" but she's out her seat and running to my room. Now in all honesty I could easily tackle her before she gets anywhere near my room but I don't think our friendship would last much longer if I did that and broke a bone somewhere.

She swings my bedroom door open and stops short at the scene of my broken window and the mysterious man asleep in my bed. I peer over her shoulder trying to see her expression but I can't and I don't get a chance to say anything either. Another groan this time followed by a weak "Derek?" well his voice is different not soft and alluring more nails on a chalkboard now.

But I don't care at the moment as I squeeze past Garcia and head to the bed "Hey Kid how'ya feeling?" I ask in a soothing tone as I pull the covers back slightly to reveal his tired face. My eyes widen as he gazes up at me, the most gorgeous creature is staring at me and all I can do is gape! His soft hazel eyes are filled with an innocence that I never thought I'd see again and his high cheekbones give him the look of a model that an actual one would kill for. His pale skin doesn't seem to glow anymore but it holds a ghostly charm that seems even better and as I stroke his face I notice that he skin is no longer unnaturally warm. He's so human but so much more at the same time and as he places his hand over mine closes his eyes and sighs I melt.

"Umm...is everything alright?" Garcia says from behind us and I turn to look at her in confusion because for a second I can't remember when she entered my apartment.

"Derek -" his voice is scratchy and he actually winces at the sound "- who is this?" and I hear an almost bitter twist hiding under the roughness.

A/N - Oh dear it appears that little Spencer may be jealous of Garcia. Thanks for being patient...Danni