Drabble Meme Results, Post 2
Because I apparently fail at making these drabbles. Wordy characters. :)
Both of these are set within the universe of other fics I've written, and contain major spoilers for both fics. They may not make sense if you haven't read them.
1. lerabird asked for "hotch/reid... could you write a sequel to 'blaze with the glory'? or something in that univerese"
Regained Through Fire, Hotch/Reid, Spoilers for the ep "Minimal Loss" and my fic Blaze With the Glory, 680 words
Aaron made no pretense of going back to his house when they got back to Virginia from La Plata County. He'd headed for Spencer's apartment, knowing Dave would probably be there as well. This hadn't been an easy case for either of the senior profilers, professionally and personally. Having team members in hostage situations was always nerve wracking, but one of the hostages this time was Dave's son and Aaron's lover. That made everything different, made it harder to maintain impartiality, harder for Dave to walk into that compound and walk out again alone, harder for Aaron to sit and listen to Spencer turn down the opportunity to leave.
Aaron let himself into the apartment. Dave was in the kitchen, cooking, the stereo playing one of Spencer's jazz CDs. "Where's Spence?" Aaron asked. He hadn't been in the living room when Aaron entered.
"Bedroom. Said he was going to take a shower." Dave looked over his shoulder. "You should go check on him. Dinner will be waiting when you get out. Whenever that is," he added under his breath. When Aaron glanced at him, Dave shook the spoon at him. "No details. Just go." He turned back to the stove and turned up the volume on the stereo.
Aaron chuckled and headed for the bedroom. He heard the shower running, so he shut the door and stripped off his clothing before entering the bathroom. "Spence?"
A hand stuck up from above the shower curtain, and Aaron approached, pulling the curtain back and getting into the tub. Spencer was leaning against the side wall, hair slicked back from the water, bruises from the butt of Cyrus' gun marring his skin. Aaron reached out, sliding his fingers down Spencer's cheek to his neck. Spencer opened his eyes and looked at Aaron, the fear and despair of the last few days reflected in his eyes, along with the pain of knowing that Prentiss chose to take a beating to protect Spencer's cover.
Aaron swallowed his own fear and pulled Spencer into a tight embrace. "I've got you," he whispered as Spencer buried his face into Aaron's neck. If some of the water on his face and shoulder was too warm, too salty, to be from the shower, they both ignored that in favor of holding onto each other.
When they finally emerged from the bedroom, dry and dressed, hair still damp, and Aaron's arm securely around Spencer's shoulders, Dave was sitting on Spencer's couch, reading a book. He looked up and set the book down. "Good thing I didn't make something that would spoil," he said lightly as he got up, but his eyes were on Spencer's face.
"If you cooked, it might be spoiled already," Spencer said with a weak grin at his father.
"Hey, watch it," Dave said, reaching out and ruffling Spencer's hair. Spencer scowled at Dave and Aaron couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. He slid his arm from Spencer's shoulders as Spencer moved forward to hug his father. "Thank God you're safe," Aaron heard Dave murmur.
"I knew you'd get us out of there," Spencer murmured back. "Both of you." He pulled away and leaned against Aaron, who pressed a kiss into Spencer's hair.
"No details," Dave groaned. "Dinner's ready."
"That wasn't details, Dad. This is details." Spencer turned and pulled Aaron into a deep kiss, pressing against him. Aaron slid his hands around Spencer's waist, holding him tightly.
"New rule. No details, and no making out in front of each other." Aaron heard Dave leave the room, grumbling.
Aaron smiled into the kiss. "I think we've embarrassed your father," he murmured against Spencer's lips.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed. "Turnabout's fair play."
Aaron chuckled, pulling back and lifting a hand to stroke Spencer's hair. "I love you," he whispered.
"Love you too," Spencer whispered back.
"Love you both, but dinner's getting cold!" Dave shouted from the kitchen.
Aaron and Spencer chuckled, and Aaron pressed another kiss into Spencer's hair before they joined Dave in the kitchen for dinner, enjoying having Spencer safe and back in his arms.
2. rositamia said "A continuation of "A Different Kind of Solitude" would be wonderful!"
"Solitary Picture", Hotch/Reid, set somewhere between Part 14 and Part 15 of "A Different Kind of Solitude", 537 words.
Movement out of the corner of his eye had Derek look up, and he blinked at the sight before him. He nudged Prentiss with an elbow, getting a distracted questioning noise from her. He nudged her again, reaching out with a foot to get JJ's attention where she sat across from him on the plane. JJ looked up from the file she was reading and Derek jerked his head toward the plane's couch.
Beside him, Prentiss made a noise that Derek usually only heard when Garcia got her hands on new pictures of baby animals. JJ made the same noise, and Derek shook his head. The sight was amusing, but he wasn't about to coo and giggle over it.
Hotch was on the end of the couch, head leaning against the top, eyes closed. Reid was stretched out on the couch under a blanket, apparently asleep, but his head was in Hotch's lap. Reid's face was more peaceful than Derek would have expected after a tough case like the one they'd finished. Of course, that expression could be because Hotch had one hand resting on Reid's arm, the other idly stroking Reid's hair. There was a small smile on Hotch's lips.
Derek wondered how often they'd sat like that during their month-long captivity in the underground residence Miranda Adams Harrison had trapped them in. The relationship they'd started during that time was not a secret to the team, and Derek was happy for them so long as they weren't making him watch (there were some things involving Reid that he just didn't need to see). But still, knowing of their relationship and watching them cuddling on the couch on the plane were two different things.
A soft click behind him made Derek turn to see Rossi standing there, his phone held up, taking pictures. He had a smirk on this face as he put his phone away. He looked at the group. "I didn't promise not to take pictures for Garcia," he said softly. "It's not like Hotch can reassign me to Montana."
"No, but I can have JJ send you alone on consults to places without four star hotels or room service, just you in a little no-tell motel without even good pay per view," Hotch said without opening his eyes.
"I'll just retire again."
"Then Reid will send Gideon to stalk all your public appearances and question all your conclusions." Hotch's hand was still stroking Reid's hair, Reid apparently still asleep.
"You're an evil man, Aaron Hotchner," Rossi replied.
"Evil genius and evil boss, we're a good match," Reid replied, stretching and pushing into Hotch's hand before settling down again.
"Which one is Pinky and which one is the Brain?" JJ asked in a low voice.
"Narf," Hotch replied.
"I really don't want to know, do I?" Rossi asked as JJ and Emily dissolved into giggles.
Derek shook his head. "You really don't," he told Rossi. Looking over, Derek saw the Reid had turned and was looking up at Hotch. The look on his face was something Derek remembered from his childhood, when his parents would look at each other. Derek looked away, not drawing attention to it, letting Hotch and Reid have their moment.
Both of these are set within the universe of other fics I've written, and contain major spoilers for both fics. They may not make sense if you haven't read them.
1. lerabird asked for "hotch/reid... could you write a sequel to 'blaze with the glory'? or something in that univerese"
Regained Through Fire, Hotch/Reid, Spoilers for the ep "Minimal Loss" and my fic Blaze With the Glory, 680 words
Aaron made no pretense of going back to his house when they got back to Virginia from La Plata County. He'd headed for Spencer's apartment, knowing Dave would probably be there as well. This hadn't been an easy case for either of the senior profilers, professionally and personally. Having team members in hostage situations was always nerve wracking, but one of the hostages this time was Dave's son and Aaron's lover. That made everything different, made it harder to maintain impartiality, harder for Dave to walk into that compound and walk out again alone, harder for Aaron to sit and listen to Spencer turn down the opportunity to leave.
Aaron let himself into the apartment. Dave was in the kitchen, cooking, the stereo playing one of Spencer's jazz CDs. "Where's Spence?" Aaron asked. He hadn't been in the living room when Aaron entered.
"Bedroom. Said he was going to take a shower." Dave looked over his shoulder. "You should go check on him. Dinner will be waiting when you get out. Whenever that is," he added under his breath. When Aaron glanced at him, Dave shook the spoon at him. "No details. Just go." He turned back to the stove and turned up the volume on the stereo.
Aaron chuckled and headed for the bedroom. He heard the shower running, so he shut the door and stripped off his clothing before entering the bathroom. "Spence?"
A hand stuck up from above the shower curtain, and Aaron approached, pulling the curtain back and getting into the tub. Spencer was leaning against the side wall, hair slicked back from the water, bruises from the butt of Cyrus' gun marring his skin. Aaron reached out, sliding his fingers down Spencer's cheek to his neck. Spencer opened his eyes and looked at Aaron, the fear and despair of the last few days reflected in his eyes, along with the pain of knowing that Prentiss chose to take a beating to protect Spencer's cover.
Aaron swallowed his own fear and pulled Spencer into a tight embrace. "I've got you," he whispered as Spencer buried his face into Aaron's neck. If some of the water on his face and shoulder was too warm, too salty, to be from the shower, they both ignored that in favor of holding onto each other.
When they finally emerged from the bedroom, dry and dressed, hair still damp, and Aaron's arm securely around Spencer's shoulders, Dave was sitting on Spencer's couch, reading a book. He looked up and set the book down. "Good thing I didn't make something that would spoil," he said lightly as he got up, but his eyes were on Spencer's face.
"If you cooked, it might be spoiled already," Spencer said with a weak grin at his father.
"Hey, watch it," Dave said, reaching out and ruffling Spencer's hair. Spencer scowled at Dave and Aaron couldn't help the smile that crossed his face. He slid his arm from Spencer's shoulders as Spencer moved forward to hug his father. "Thank God you're safe," Aaron heard Dave murmur.
"I knew you'd get us out of there," Spencer murmured back. "Both of you." He pulled away and leaned against Aaron, who pressed a kiss into Spencer's hair.
"No details," Dave groaned. "Dinner's ready."
"That wasn't details, Dad. This is details." Spencer turned and pulled Aaron into a deep kiss, pressing against him. Aaron slid his hands around Spencer's waist, holding him tightly.
"New rule. No details, and no making out in front of each other." Aaron heard Dave leave the room, grumbling.
Aaron smiled into the kiss. "I think we've embarrassed your father," he murmured against Spencer's lips.
"Mmm," Spencer hummed. "Turnabout's fair play."
Aaron chuckled, pulling back and lifting a hand to stroke Spencer's hair. "I love you," he whispered.
"Love you too," Spencer whispered back.
"Love you both, but dinner's getting cold!" Dave shouted from the kitchen.
Aaron and Spencer chuckled, and Aaron pressed another kiss into Spencer's hair before they joined Dave in the kitchen for dinner, enjoying having Spencer safe and back in his arms.
2. rositamia said "A continuation of "A Different Kind of Solitude" would be wonderful!"
"Solitary Picture", Hotch/Reid, set somewhere between Part 14 and Part 15 of "A Different Kind of Solitude", 537 words.
Movement out of the corner of his eye had Derek look up, and he blinked at the sight before him. He nudged Prentiss with an elbow, getting a distracted questioning noise from her. He nudged her again, reaching out with a foot to get JJ's attention where she sat across from him on the plane. JJ looked up from the file she was reading and Derek jerked his head toward the plane's couch.
Beside him, Prentiss made a noise that Derek usually only heard when Garcia got her hands on new pictures of baby animals. JJ made the same noise, and Derek shook his head. The sight was amusing, but he wasn't about to coo and giggle over it.
Hotch was on the end of the couch, head leaning against the top, eyes closed. Reid was stretched out on the couch under a blanket, apparently asleep, but his head was in Hotch's lap. Reid's face was more peaceful than Derek would have expected after a tough case like the one they'd finished. Of course, that expression could be because Hotch had one hand resting on Reid's arm, the other idly stroking Reid's hair. There was a small smile on Hotch's lips.
Derek wondered how often they'd sat like that during their month-long captivity in the underground residence Miranda Adams Harrison had trapped them in. The relationship they'd started during that time was not a secret to the team, and Derek was happy for them so long as they weren't making him watch (there were some things involving Reid that he just didn't need to see). But still, knowing of their relationship and watching them cuddling on the couch on the plane were two different things.
A soft click behind him made Derek turn to see Rossi standing there, his phone held up, taking pictures. He had a smirk on this face as he put his phone away. He looked at the group. "I didn't promise not to take pictures for Garcia," he said softly. "It's not like Hotch can reassign me to Montana."
"No, but I can have JJ send you alone on consults to places without four star hotels or room service, just you in a little no-tell motel without even good pay per view," Hotch said without opening his eyes.
"I'll just retire again."
"Then Reid will send Gideon to stalk all your public appearances and question all your conclusions." Hotch's hand was still stroking Reid's hair, Reid apparently still asleep.
"You're an evil man, Aaron Hotchner," Rossi replied.
"Evil genius and evil boss, we're a good match," Reid replied, stretching and pushing into Hotch's hand before settling down again.
"Which one is Pinky and which one is the Brain?" JJ asked in a low voice.
"Narf," Hotch replied.
"I really don't want to know, do I?" Rossi asked as JJ and Emily dissolved into giggles.
Derek shook his head. "You really don't," he told Rossi. Looking over, Derek saw the Reid had turned and was looking up at Hotch. The look on his face was something Derek remembered from his childhood, when his parents would look at each other. Derek looked away, not drawing attention to it, letting Hotch and Reid have their moment.