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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 04:43 pm (UTC)

Spencer came to slowly from his deep slumber to a splitting pain in his head, a dull cacophony of beeps, blips and intercoms, as well as the occasional melodic chime of "twinkle twinkle little star". He opened his eyes slowly, adjusting to the light, which was far too bright for his liking, and caught sight of a blurry dark shape in the chair. He blinked a few times and saw the familiar shape of his glasses on the bedside table and put them on, letting the blob transform into a person. Derek... He thought to himself, a pang of guilt and heartbreak hitting him as he watched him doze uncomfortably in the chair. He struggled to sit up, not entirely sure where the controls for the bed were and looked around at the sparse hospital room. He was in a small private room, with a window overlooking the parking lot. Outside the door he could see a small nurse's outpost that was unoccupied. He shifted again, feeling sore from the stress, the airplane and the collapse and yelped as he bumped his head against the back of the bed.
Ever vigilant, Derek snapped to attention, looking around quickly before settling on Spencer. The alarm on his face gradually softened into an expression he couldn't read. Flat, was the best description he could give to it; lips pressed into a thin line, his eyes dark and hard set, jaw tight.
"Derek..." He whispered, his mouth dry and voice hoarse. He watched him get up and move to the other side of the bed, where one of those little ice-chests sat on the tray-table. He shook some into the plastic cup and sat on the edge of the bed, handing it to him without words.
Spencer slowly picked a chip of ice up between delicate fingers and popped it in his mouth, grateful for the cold wetness that brought relief to his parched mouth. He sucked on the ice until it melted, trying to gather what to say. But Derek spoke first.
"Why didn't you tell me?" His voice was soft and sounded wounded; he was staring down at a loose thread on the bedsheets.
"I..." Spencer tried, swallowing the last of the ice, the coldness of the cup burning his fingers. "I was scared." He whispered as Derek frowned and looked at his hands, clutching the cup tightly. He took it back and placed it on the nearby table and took his chilled hands.
"Did...didn't you think that this was something for us to deal with together?" He asked, shaking his head. "Did you think I wouldn't want this?" He looked up, brows knitted in confusion. "Am I not what you wanted? Or...or is this not what you wanted?"
Spencer's eyes filled with tears and he looked away, hiding behind the veil of his hair. "I don't know what I want, Derek...I'm scared. I didn't want to pressure you into something you may not have wanted, I didn't want to possibly ruin your career, or mine...God, Derek, the last thing I want to do is mess this up, but ever since Penelope and I found out, it's all I've been doing." He sniffled and shook his head in defeat.
"Penelope knew?" He asked, feeling like an utter heel as Spencer nodded.
"God...I'm so hormonal." Spencer sighed, extracting one hand from Derek's grip to wipe his eyes. "I feel like I'm going crazy. For a minute...I thought I might be ending up like my mother." He laughed, but there was really no humor in it. "God, Derek, what if I pass it along? Schizophrenia has genetic links...I've been worried my whole life about it popping up in me, and now all I can think about is what if I doom this thing too?" He looked at his belly and Derek sighed and kissed the hand he still held onto.
"Spencer...I love you, no matter what." Derek said before moving off the bed to sit in the other chair, pulling it close. "I'm in this with you, no matter what you choose." He reclaimed his hand and stroked his knuckles. "I won't lie: I'm confused, I'm scared, I'm exhausted, I'm hurt that you wouldn't tell me...but God, Spencer..." He sighed and looked to his stomach, moving one hand to rest under his belly button, rubbing gently. "God...I've never been happier than I am right now." He smiled and leaned over, nuzzling his belly gently before resting his cheek against the flat plane.

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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