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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 06:41 am (UTC)
He heard the line connect with purr. "Hello, my sweet Chocolate God."
"Garcia..." He said, unable to recollect his thoughts before the dam broke. "What the fuck!?" He said firmly. "Don't tell me you knew about this."
"Knew about what?" She asked, her voice cracking a little, trying to feign innocence.
"Are you seriously going to give me that shit, Penelope? You knew Spencer was cheating on me and you didn't say anything? I know you're stuck in the fucking middle here, but for God's sake!" He shouted, trying to keep his temper in check.
"What?" Was all she could choke out.
"Well, don't worry, your guilty conscience is clean now. I just got a call from JJ, apparently she saw Spencer in New Orleans cuddling up with some guy." He snapped as she tried to gather herself.
"I can't fucking believe you didn't tell me, Garcia." He sighed angrily, Clooney whimpering at his displays.
"Derek, let me explain--"
"No, really, it's okay. It's not your place to explain for him." He told her, angrily flipping the phone shut, before he said something he'd horribly regret, knowing he was burning bridges left and right.

He balled his hands into fists and paced some more before dialing Spencer.


Spencer lifted his face up from the crook of Ethan's neck, feeling the brush of silky dark curls and the scratchiness of his beard. The hands rubbing soothing shapes across his back slowed as he moved away, utterly cried out and exhausted. He could hear his phone ringing in the kitchen where he'd dropped it and stayed put.
"You can't keep ducking him forever, Spencer." Ethan said, leaning back to look at him. "I'm not going to lie; I know you're scared as hell, but you're not doing yourself any favors by being here." He told him as the ringing stopped for a moment before starting again. "Move it." He said, nudging him off the couch gently as he watched him rub at his damp eyes.


Derek kept dialing, fueled by embarrassment and anger, not skipping a beat when he heard the line pick up.
"H-hello?" Spencer answered, his voice small and shaking, but Derek was too upset to care.
"Where are you." He demanded. It was not a question.
"Don't fucking lie to me, Spencer." He said, his voice low and firm.
"I just need some time--"
"And I need to not be getting calls telling me you're in New Orleans, dammit!" He snapped, sitting down again heavily, gripping at the arm of the couch. "Who is he." Again, a demand, not a question.
"Derek, it's not what you think--Please, let me explain."
"What? Explain why you lied and said you were going to see your mom, when you were really going to visit your other boyfriend?!" Derek's voice had remained firm until now, sighing shakily. "How could you do this, Reid?" Distance, he was no longer Spencer. "I trusted you, I would do anything for you, and this is what I get?" His voice was lower, sounding tired and defeated.
"Derek..." Spencer tried to speak but his throat tightened painfully, eyes pricking with unshed tears. "I'm sorry--"
"Sorry doesn't cut it, kid." He said, shaking his head slowly. He sighed again and leaned his head back against the back of the couch, staring up at the ceiling. "I just hope he makes you happy, really." He said quietly, swallowing the lump in his throat. "Enjoy the rest of your trip." He added, bitterly before hanging up.

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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