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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 07:55 am (UTC)
Spencer could feel tears tumbling down his cheeks, but he couldn't bring himself to care. He felt shell-shocked, like a bomb had just gone off and he was trying to recover. He felt his phone slip from his fingers and his knees buckling, his body crumpling to the ground. He heard Ethan shout his name and rush toward him. As he gathered Spencer in his arms, Spencer sobbed, "I have to go!"

He let Ethan help him back up but then pulled away, his tears blurring his vision. Ethan followed him, asking, "What are you talking about? Was that Derek? What did he say?"

Spencer scrambled for pants, a shirt, trying to gather everything back into his bags. As he frantically packed, he cried, "Derek thinks I'm cheating on him! God, I'm so stupid, I need to get back to DC, I need to talk to him, need to explain!"

He felt Ethan try to stop him, to calm him down, but Spencer pulled away, demanding, "Call the airline! My wallet is on the bedside table. Purchase the next flight to DC!"

He saw that Ethan was debating on arguing with him but instead moved to grab the aforementioned item. Spencer changed out of his sleeping clothes quickly into the clothes he gathered. After he finished dressing himself, he jammed his feet into his shoes, without socks, but that detail meant little to him at the moment. He dialed Derek's number, stupidly hoping that maybe he would answer. When he got Derek's voicemail, he cried, "Derek, please, you don't understand! I've been so stupid, but it's not what you think! God, please, believe me! I would never cheat on you! I'm coming back to DC, I'll explain everything, please let me explain!"

He snapped the phone shut and stuffed it in his pocket. He was gathering his things as Ethan re-entered the room. Spencer looked at him expectantly and Ethan said, "The next flight to DC leaves at eleven-"

"Let's go, then," Spencer replied, taking his wallet from Ethan. "I'm sorry I dragged you into this, Ethan."

Ethan frowned, "Spencer, maybe you should wait here, the flight doesn't leave for-"

"No!" Spencer snapped. "I want to be the first person on that plane if I can. I can't afford any delays. This is too important!"

Tears blurred his eyes again and his throat felt choked, but he managed to say, "Pl-please, Ethan? I've messed this up, so I have to be the one to fix it."

Ethan worried his bottom lip for a moment before caving and saying, "Fine, but I'm waiting with you."


Spencer felt exhausted. Even the flight was relatively short, there was a delay in New Orleans for two hours. Something concerning the pilot, but Spencer was too panicked to pay attention. After calling Derek at Ethan's apartment, he called three more times, leaving voicemails each time, and sent five text messages. His battery died halfway into the flight. By the time that he reached DC, it was only six o'clock in the morning. Then he spent another hour, trying to find his luggage. He would have left them there if it weren't for the simple fact that Spencer had packed most of his nice clothes going to New Orleans.

It felt like an eternity before he reached Derek's apartment complex. He gave the driver sixty dollars, distractedly telling him to keep the change. He dropped his bags as soon as he reached Derek's door, banging on it and crying, "Derek! Derek, please open the door!"

A few minutes later, a very sleepy and very pissed off Derek answered the door, snapping, "What the fuck are you doing here?"

He opened his mouth to answer, but everything that had happened in the past twelve hours hit him all at once. Then...there was darkness.


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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