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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. 24th, 2010 05:30 am (UTC)
Spencer leaned back in the small chair, hands resting on his stomach, and sighed, "It doesn't feel so miraculous."

He looked up at Ethan, who had taken a bite of his BLT and was studying him with an irritated stare. He took a moment to swallow before saying, "Well, then get an abortion."

"What?!" Spencer exclaimed, his voice jumping up two or three octaves.

"If it is such an inconvenience, then get an abortion," Ethan snapped. He ran his fingers through his dark brown curls, continuing with, "You really piss me off, Spencer. You spend all your time dwelling on the negative of a situation that you obliterate the positive!"

Spencer stood sharply, causing his chair to fall backwards, and growled, "Well, excuse me for trying to be logical about this! No nevermind about my job, I'm not even sure Derek wants this baby! He hasn't even told his family about us!"

"God damn it, Spencer!" Ethan yelled, standing as well. "Can logic for once in your life! Go out on a limb of faith! Tell Derek, your boyfriend, the father of your child! He might surprise you and be over then moon about this. If he's by your side, everything else will work itself out!"

Spencer stormed away, almost tripping over his chair, and headed toward the door to the apartment's small balcony. He took deep breaths in an attempt to calm himself down. He knew that getting himself so worked up wasn't good for the baby. Sitting down in the wicker chair adorning the balcony, he decided to check his messages. He called his voicemail, typing in his security code when prompted, and listened.

Message one: Saturday, 8:31 AM- Hey, pretty boy. Just wanted to say good morning, hope you got a good night's sleep. Call me okay? I love you.

He deleted it, bile rising in his throat and tears flooding his eyes.

Message two: Saturday, 11:04 AM- Hey, Reid, it's Prentiss. Morgan's really worried about you. So whatever is actually going on with you, you need to clue him in. He deserves that much. Bye.

Guess we weren't as good at keeping this a secret as we thought,
Spencer thought dryly as he deleted Prentiss's message. He ended the call and then checked his text messages. The two from Derek asked why he hadn't called yet and was he okay. He opened Penelope's and hissed, "Shit!"

Why the hell r u in NO??? CALL ME!


Penelope was relaxing on her couch, watching The Breakfast Club when Weird Al's White and Nerdy started blaring. She snatched her cellphone from the cushion next to her and answered shortly, "You are in so much trouble, Spencer Reid."

"Please don't tell Derek!" Spencer pleaded. "I just needed to get away, so that I could really process what this means."

Penelope growled, "You're not the only one with a say in this, Spencer! Why the hell didn't you tell Derek? He could help you, be there for you!"

"Because Derek is a part of what I need to process!" he cried. Penelope bit her lip as she listened to him break down into light sobs on the other end. A part of her wanted to comfort him, but the other part wouldn't because of Derek. Penelope sighed, "Your secrets are making Derek feel like shit, Spencer. You two should be together, giddy over creating a little baby. But instead you're hiding out in New Orleans."

"It's not that simple," Spencer replied brokenly.

"It is that simple," Penelope snapped. "You've got one week to tell Derek or I will. I'm sorry, Spencer."


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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