Fic ~ Never Alone ~ Slash
Title: Never Alone
Author: Shining Zephyr
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRT
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Hotch, ghost!Foyet, mentionings of H/R
Summary: Funny how when Spencer wasn't around, Foyet was like the devil. And how for once, he wasn't afraid.
Author Notes: I think I need to work on my writing a little. Ugh. Sorry. Written when I was sleep-derped.
Two lives, two hearts joined together in friendship united forever in love.
Source Unknown
All he had wanted to do was to get undressed and go back out into the kitchen. A simple task that any normal FBI profiler would be able to do within a couple of minutes.
But for Aaron, he was hardly normal now.
He had entered his bedroom, telling Spencer he’d be right back. He’d needed to change into something more comfortable for that night. There had been a simple request to come over, and within twenty minutes, it had become something a lot more than that. There were movies, dinner, and soon cuddles to be had. At least, if he could escape Spencer’s argument about the idea of an alternate universe and two Spocks. He’d barely gotten lucky.
And even now, he would have rather heard the genius’s ramblings involving the Enterprise than the voice he could hear in his mind. Only in his.
Just his luck.
<>
He’d only just finished taking off his shirt before he stopped moving and looked up from the bed. He was standing right behind him, the grin in his voice and the teasing evident. Aaron gritted his teeth and turned around. Sure enough, there he was.
George Foyet stood in the room, one hand on his hip and his head tilted to him. Well, not exactly the Boston Reaper himself, but it was close enough. The spirit of Hotch’s greatest threat had been haunting him since Haley’s demise, giving him serious sleeping problems and hallucinations. Everyone else thought he was having moments, but Spencer knew better. He understood that his past was following him around, unwilling to let go. And god be damned, Spencer was hellbent on keeping Aaron from being defeated by a ghost he wasn’t able to see. Not yet, anyway.
Aaron didn’t budge; just glaring at the spirit he knew he could see. “What do you want now?”
<> Foyet teased, walking away from the wall and towards the dresser.>
Normally, when he brought up Reid, there would be butterflies. Bad ones-the kind that would make him feel sick to his stomach and nearly make him sit down. Give him a puppy dog look on his face. Not like he could help it. After Haley’s murder, he felt like Foyet really could come back and do something terrible to the people he loved. That he wouldn’t be able to save them all from him. But for once, instead of those wicked wing flaps of doom in that pit of his stomach, it brought on something else.
It brought on that little spark of protective, possessive anger. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”
>
“Is it too much to ask for you to fuck off?” he muttered, turning around and now slipping off his slacks as well. Not like he was undressing in front of Spencer of all people. Nope, just a ghost who had nothing better to do. The son-of-a-bitch was going to get it someday, hopefully soon. With a t-shirt on, Aaron turned to Foyet with narrowed eyes. “No really. Go away. Any time.”
With a slight itch of his nose, Foyet grinned. <>
Aaron growled softly. “I’m not falling for it tonight.”
That grin was fading slowly now. The Reaper looked down a moment and back up before folding his arms and frowning. <>
His hand was clenching up, and those eyes flashed dangerously as he just glared at the ghost on the other end. Sure, Spencer was in the other room, but that was only fueling his desire to keep him safe from Foyet.
With a very soft sigh, Foyet watched the profiler clench up and leaned against the wall. <>
“I swear to god, if you-“
<> he snorted. <> Foyet grinned softly again, relishing in that hate he was seeing from the man’s features. <>
Aaron was almost hissing, having slipped on sweats a moment before and staring at the ghost in front of him. “Don’t you touch him!”
<>
And with that, Foyet disappeared and left a seething Hotch in his wake. He laughed softly, his voice still ringing in the agent’s ears.
With a very soft sigh, he walked back out into the living room area and saw Spencer standing and turning to him.
“…what happened? I heard arguing.”
Aaron tiredly shook his head. “Just Foyet. Again.”
“Son of a bitch doesn’t like to show his face when I’m around now, does he?”
“With good reason. He knows you’ll do something about it.” With a slight yawn, Aaron sat on the couch with Spencer right in tow. The younger profiler wrapped his arms around the unit chief protectively, and the older man smiled slightly, giving an equal gesture in the form of one arm going around him.
Spencer’s voice was quiet. “He’s going to pay for all he did to you. I’ll make sure of it.”
A kiss was placed on his forehead, and he was tugged closer. Quiet words followed this gesture. “…I know.”
Author: Shining Zephyr
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: FRT
Genre: Romance/Hurt/Comfort
Pairing: Hotch, ghost!Foyet, mentionings of H/R
Summary: Funny how when Spencer wasn't around, Foyet was like the devil. And how for once, he wasn't afraid.
Author Notes: I think I need to work on my writing a little. Ugh. Sorry. Written when I was sleep-derped.
Two lives, two hearts joined together in friendship united forever in love.
Source Unknown
All he had wanted to do was to get undressed and go back out into the kitchen. A simple task that any normal FBI profiler would be able to do within a couple of minutes.
But for Aaron, he was hardly normal now.
He had entered his bedroom, telling Spencer he’d be right back. He’d needed to change into something more comfortable for that night. There had been a simple request to come over, and within twenty minutes, it had become something a lot more than that. There were movies, dinner, and soon cuddles to be had. At least, if he could escape Spencer’s argument about the idea of an alternate universe and two Spocks. He’d barely gotten lucky.
And even now, he would have rather heard the genius’s ramblings involving the Enterprise than the voice he could hear in his mind. Only in his.
Just his luck.
<>
He’d only just finished taking off his shirt before he stopped moving and looked up from the bed. He was standing right behind him, the grin in his voice and the teasing evident. Aaron gritted his teeth and turned around. Sure enough, there he was.
George Foyet stood in the room, one hand on his hip and his head tilted to him. Well, not exactly the Boston Reaper himself, but it was close enough. The spirit of Hotch’s greatest threat had been haunting him since Haley’s demise, giving him serious sleeping problems and hallucinations. Everyone else thought he was having moments, but Spencer knew better. He understood that his past was following him around, unwilling to let go. And god be damned, Spencer was hellbent on keeping Aaron from being defeated by a ghost he wasn’t able to see. Not yet, anyway.
Aaron didn’t budge; just glaring at the spirit he knew he could see. “What do you want now?”
<> Foyet teased, walking away from the wall and towards the dresser.
Normally, when he brought up Reid, there would be butterflies. Bad ones-the kind that would make him feel sick to his stomach and nearly make him sit down. Give him a puppy dog look on his face. Not like he could help it. After Haley’s murder, he felt like Foyet really could come back and do something terrible to the people he loved. That he wouldn’t be able to save them all from him. But for once, instead of those wicked wing flaps of doom in that pit of his stomach, it brought on something else.
It brought on that little spark of protective, possessive anger. “I’m not in the mood tonight.”
“Is it too much to ask for you to fuck off?” he muttered, turning around and now slipping off his slacks as well. Not like he was undressing in front of Spencer of all people. Nope, just a ghost who had nothing better to do. The son-of-a-bitch was going to get it someday, hopefully soon. With a t-shirt on, Aaron turned to Foyet with narrowed eyes. “No really. Go away. Any time.”
With a slight itch of his nose, Foyet grinned. <>
Aaron growled softly. “I’m not falling for it tonight.”
That grin was fading slowly now. The Reaper looked down a moment and back up before folding his arms and frowning. <>
His hand was clenching up, and those eyes flashed dangerously as he just glared at the ghost on the other end. Sure, Spencer was in the other room, but that was only fueling his desire to keep him safe from Foyet.
With a very soft sigh, Foyet watched the profiler clench up and leaned against the wall. <>
“I swear to god, if you-“
<> he snorted. <> Foyet grinned softly again, relishing in that hate he was seeing from the man’s features. <>
Aaron was almost hissing, having slipped on sweats a moment before and staring at the ghost in front of him. “Don’t you touch him!”
<>
And with that, Foyet disappeared and left a seething Hotch in his wake. He laughed softly, his voice still ringing in the agent’s ears.
With a very soft sigh, he walked back out into the living room area and saw Spencer standing and turning to him.
“…what happened? I heard arguing.”
Aaron tiredly shook his head. “Just Foyet. Again.”
“Son of a bitch doesn’t like to show his face when I’m around now, does he?”
“With good reason. He knows you’ll do something about it.” With a slight yawn, Aaron sat on the couch with Spencer right in tow. The younger profiler wrapped his arms around the unit chief protectively, and the older man smiled slightly, giving an equal gesture in the form of one arm going around him.
Spencer’s voice was quiet. “He’s going to pay for all he did to you. I’ll make sure of it.”
A kiss was placed on his forehead, and he was tugged closer. Quiet words followed this gesture. “…I know.”