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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. 25th, 2010 07:08 am (UTC)
Monday morning, Derek did not want to go to work, but unfortunately, he had to. He left Spencer with an arsenal of food that just needed reheating, and the remote, a pile of old books to entertain him (if only for a few minutes).
He promised to call and check in on him whenever he could and was met with sighs, smiles and weary protests of I'm fine, I'll be fine.

Emily was sitting on his desk when he arrived, stunning as always in her tailored black suit, pressed white dress shirt, her face framed by the veil of her dark hair. A warm smile lingered on her lips as she procured a cellophane wrapped cigar with a gilded crest on it from her breast pocket.
"Congrats, Papa Bear." She said, voice low, tilting the cigar in his direction as he tried to hide his grin, taking the offered item.
"Garcia?" He questioned as she nodded and echoed him.
"Garcia. But, she really tried to hold out." Emily scooted off his desk and put a hand on his arm. "I'm not going to tell anyone, I promise. That's your business." She said as Derek nodded, eyes scanning the room for onlookers, pleased to see there were none. "So, how is he?"
"Better, still tired as hell, but he's perking up more and more each day." He smiled softly and twirled the cigar between his fingers idly.
"Well, Kid's gonna go through hell, you know, biology most certainly isn't on his side."


After a long day of consultations, discreet phone calls to check up on Spencer, and a quick lunch out with Penelope and Emily, he was on his way home at a decent hour, after Emily had tapped him on the shoulder and taken the remaining files from his desk. "Go." Was all she said, tilting her head towards the door. "You'll pay me back later." She smiled and went back to her desk.

On the way home, Derek stopped at a drugstore, wandering aimlessly, still so wholly male that he could not ask directions, nor could he read the aisle labels to find what he was looking for. After browsing what seemed like the entire pharmacy section he spotted what he was looking for--prenatal vitamins, something suggested in their pamphlets and packets. Unfortunately, there were at least four or five different brands, and he couldn't tell the difference. After a lengthy staring contest he plucked up one of each and stood self consciously in front of the consultation window at the Pharmacy counter.
"Be right with you." Said the older man in the white coat, with a graying beard and a half-moon of head-hair. Derek couldn't help but muse that he almost looked like Santa Claus. He'd lined the different boxes of vitamins up in a row and waited patiently, checking his cell phone periodically to see if there were any messages. He'd texted Spencer when he'd gotten in the car that he was making a stop on the way home, and had just received a request for Orange Soda and Doritos. A smile broke out as he read it, the pharmacist coming over.
"How may I help you?" He asked, smiling jovially.
"Uh, stupid question, but...which one's best?" He asked, making a sweeping gesture over the row.
The older man laughed softly and nodded. "Your first, I presume?"
"You have no idea," He admitted, laughing with him.


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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