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Preggers!Spencer Round Robin

Hey!  So if I did this right, which I'm sure I am, you and I are the only ones able to see this post!  *Mauwahaaaa!*  Some rules apply.  No more than three posts a turn, if you can't get it out by three comment space's worth, then cut something down.  Any POV goes, so if it pleases you or me, we can play the doves or one of the supporting characters.  If you have a comment on the story, we can talk it out during a message on LJ.  And no pressure on when to respond, just do it when you can.  *g*  Hehe!  So...let the madness begin!


Spencer groaned after he finished throwing his guts up for the fourth morning in a round.  He grimaced and managed to raise himself to his knees.  He rested his knees on his small sink and turned on the water, cupping one of his hands to swoop water into his mouth.  Standing slowly, he flushed the toilet and left his bathroom.  He plopped down on his bed and studied the clock.  8 a.m.  Derek was supposed to be back from Chicago today.  He had to go there when one of his sisters, Desiree, got into a car accident.  They had tried to dissuade him from coming, Desiree saying that her leg was just broken, that she was fine, but Derek, ever the caring brother, refused to hear any arguments.  Said care even extended to Spencer, Derek noticing his nauseousness of late.  Before he rushed out the door, he kissed Spencer and said, "We're taking you to the doctor when I get back.  Can't have my pretty boy sick on my watch."

Spencer worried his bottom lip as his brain worked against him.  There was a perfectly logical yet illogical reason
to why he was feeling the way he had lately, but he didn't want to even enknowledge that ideaHe and Derek had only been together for six months.  Spencer closed his eyes as they blurred with tears.  What if this scares Derek away? his mind unhelpfully supplied. 

"No," Spencer spoke aloud softly.  "He was there for me when I went through detox with
Dilaudid when we first got together.  If he was there for that, then surely-"

His ringing phone jerked him from his slowly-growing panic.  Without looking at the ID, he answered shortly, "Spencer Reid."

"Hey Spencer!" Penelope
responded brightly.  "What's with the stiff greeting?"

Spencer wiped at his eyes quickly, as though she were standing right in front of him, and said, "It's nothing, Gar-Penelope.  Sorry.  So what's going on?"

He could practically hear the gears turning in her head.  Worry colored her voice as she asked, "You sound strange.  Is it because of this little stomach bug you've had lately?  Derek's been really worried about you."

Tears flooded his eyes again, and he fell back on the bed, his free hand unconsciously moving to stroke his stomach.  He swallowed hard against the large lump growing in his throat and replied in a choked voice, "I d-don't think it's a stomach bug, Penelope."

Her end was silent for a second before she gasped and said quickly, "I'll be right over!"


"Did you know that there are about 25,000 cases of male pregnancy each year in the US alone?"

Spencer looked at his friend, who studied him with the same worried expression she had had since she arrived.  They sat in his small living room, and he had been avoiding looking down at his small coffee, where they had placed the five different pregnancy tests.  He looked at his black TV screen and recited, "Of those cases, around 70% are successful.  Failures are mostly the results of miscarriages or abor-"

"Reid!"  Penelope exclaimed, causing him to jump.  She took one of his hands, tugging it softly, and he looked at her.  Her eyes were glittering and she asked softly, "Are you even a little bit happy about this?  This isn't something you can explain away or profile.  You can't hide behind your wall of numbers and creepy little facts."

He felt his chin tremble as he cried, "How can I, when there are so many odds against me?  My body type isn't ideal for carrying a baby, not to mention the sheer amount of stress my job puts me through on a day to day basis."  

Penelope pulled him into her arms and he let her, crying into the soft juncture between her neck and shoulder.  She rubbed his back in a soothing pattern and pace, murmuring, "Oh, my baby genius, you have to have faith.  You have to believe this will work itself out.  You can talk to Hotch and make arrangements, staying behind in the local offices when you travel.  And when you get into your third trimester, you can hang back with me.  Don't forget, you have an entire team and one protective baby daddy that will move heaven and earth for you and your little one."

Spencer couldn't help but smile as she spoke.  He sniffed and chuckled, "How is it you seem to have all the answers to life?"

He felt her press a kiss onto the top of his head.  "You forget, my dove, I am the goddess of all things worth knowing.  It's my duty to know these things."

The egg timer dinged and pulled them from their tender moment.  Spencer pulled away from Penelope's warm hug and picked up one of the tests, seeing her follow suit from the corner of his eye.  Studying the tiny stripe, he made out the definitive answer: a tiny pink plus sign.  He looked over to Penelope and asked, "Positive?"

She nodded and they looked down at the remaining tests, all saying the same thing.  Spencer placed his hands, one still holding a test, on his stomach and murmured, "Hello in there."

Your turn!  Remember: no pressure on when to respond.  Hope I gave you some food for thought!


Apr. 23rd, 2010 12:39 am (UTC)
Derek had dropped Spencer off at the airport, unable to shake the feeling that something was going on, and unable to shake the bruised ego that accompanied it.
"Are you sure you're okay?" He asked again, flipping up his shades as they stood beside his black SUV, illegally parked in the drop off zone. He reached out and took Spencer's arms, sliding down from his skinny biceps to his wrists before covering his cold delicate fingers. It was a movement that was meant to be comforting and bring him closer, trying to cross the physical and emotional rift between them.
Spencer hid behind the veil of his hair and nodded. "Yeah."
"That was...so convincing." Derek said, a frown on his face. "Spencer...did I do something?" He asked, his concern outweighing his self consciousness as Spencer shook his head. "Look, if it's about your shoes, I'll buy you a new pair." He said, not knowing what else he could have done wrong.
Spencer shook his head again, sniffling softly. "No, no. I just...I need some time. My...mother, she isn't doing so well." He lied, flipping his hands around to give Derek's a squeeze.
Morgan sighed softly and stroked his thumb against the side of Spencer's hand. "I'm sorry...I just...I don't know what to do for you." He smiled weakly and looked down at their hands. "I'm not used to not being able to help, you know it's my thing." He said as Spencer laughed softly, though there was no real humor in it.
"I know, you're a fixer." He leaned into him, letting Derek give him a rather platonic hug, subtly kissing his temple.
"Call me when you get there, okay? Call me if you need anything." He let him go reluctantly, helping Spencer with his bag.
"I will." He said, as Derek found himself touching him again.
"Promise. Hey...I gotta go...I need to get going, I need to get through security and all..." He said, shifting his bag on his shoulder.
"Okay...Okay." Derek said, finally nodding. "I'll talk to you when you land. I'll miss you." He added softly as Spencer gave a small wave and stepped backwards towards the doors.


Spencer made it through security easily enough, but staying on the cleared side was a struggle. He paced back and forth at the rows of seats by the terminal, his stomach fluttering uneasily with a mixture of nerves, shame, anxiety and morning sickness. He kept pacing and continually racing through all of the possibilities.
"Flight 321 to New Orleans will be boarding momentarily..."
And his stomach did an even bigger flip.


New Orleans was just as he remembered it, wonderfully dirty, muggy, loud, busy and full of smells that no longer were appetizing. He'd spoken to Ethan in the cab and was told to meet him at the bar to wait for him to finish work.
He made his way into the dark, smoky bar, his stomach continuing to turn.
He looked around and sat down in the chairs that he'd once shared with Gideon. He felt a sudden pang of regret and loss. He met Ethan's eyes from across the room after he finished his song and received a small smile, and suddenly, Spencer wondered if he was doing the right thing.
Apr. 23rd, 2010 01:03 am (UTC)
Morgan was tense all day, feeling like he was hitting brick walls wherever he turned. He'd spoken to Spencer when he landed, a short conversation that had gotten cut short. But something just didn't feel right. He hated that he was profiling him, but...the noises around him didn't sound like Vegas. I'm imagining things... He told himself and got up to see Garcia about running some background on a lead for the consult.

"Yes, my love?" She cooed, not looking over her shoulder as the door opened.
"Hey, can you look this up for me?" He said as she spun around slowly, pushing her glasses up her nose.
"Derek...are you okay?"
"Yeah, fine." He said, handing her the file. "It's hilighted."
"Honey...Did...you and Spencer?" She asked, as he frowned.
"Did we what? He's gone to see his Mom."
"Oh, okay." She said as he arched a brow.
"Nothing, you just...look...sad." She said, choosing her words very carefully.
"Babygirl...is there..." He sighed and shook his head. "Is there something Spencer's not telling me?"
"Angelfish...no. I think he just needs some time, you know? Just trust him, okay?"


Despite Penelope's reassurance, he was still in an awful mood, and felt like shit. At the end of the day Emily stopped at his desk, giving his arm a gentle nudge.
"Hey. You look like you could use a drink...or three." She smiled sympathetically as he sighed.
"You have no idea." He leaned back and looked up at her.

A Little More About Me

Random Girl and her Beast
Comedy is simply a funny way of being serious.

Let me tell you a riddle...

You're waiting for a train, a train that will take you far away.
You know where you hope this train will take you, but you don't know for sure.
But it doesn't matter.
How can it not matter to you where that train will take you?

Because you'll be together.


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