FIC: Reclamation 8/?
Title: Reclamation 8/?
Author: Gothabilly13
Pairing: Morgan/Girl!Reid
Rating NC 17
Warning: AU, gender switch, violence, language, graphic sex, no con, torture, angst, and anything else I can come up with.
Summery: Sasha Reid is there for Derek when he needs her, can he get past his own demons to be there for her when she needs him?
Status: WIP
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
A/N: Moving through the stages of healing. Derek's patience and love is tested. Thank you to for all her support and brainstorming.
Feedback is wanted like you read about.....:P
Chapter 7
Derek sat in his truck and ran his hands over his face. Glancing at the building outside his window, he wondered what Sasha's mood was going to be tonight.
It had been just over a month since the abduction and assault. His beautiful broken genius had been through the gamut of emotions and stages of healing.
He had known the anger and rage were coming. He knew only too well how this went. But he hadn't been prepared for how fast it came on.
They had been sitting in her living-room watching TV with Aris on their laps. It was early evening and Derek liked that she was comfortable enough to lean against him.
The show they were watching ended and Derek sat forward to stretch. He gave a little yawn and turned to smile at Sasha.
"Want to order a pizz---Sasha, what's wrong?" he asked suddenly seeing the dark expression on the young woman's face. She slowly struggled to her feet and crossed her arms over her torso. Shaking her head, she limped painfully to the window and gave him her back.
Derek was lost, he slowly got up and walked toward her. Her narrow back tensed and she turned around, her golden eyes dark with rage.
"Where were you?!?!?! Why did it take you so long???" she screamed and swatted his hand as he reached to touch her shoulder.
"Sweetheart, what are you talking about?" he asked, trying to get her to look at him. She pushed his chest with both hands.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU GET TO ME IN TIME!!" she shouted and the cat scampered into the bedroom to hide under the bed. Derek felt his blood chill and he stepped back.
"Sasha, I wanted more than anything to get to you. I didn't know where he took you." he said softly, knowing that nothing he said would be the right answer. She shook her head violently.
"You failed me." she snapped. "That evil bastard raped me and you weren't there to stop him." she seethed. Derek had to note it was the first time she used the word rape. He stepped to her and nodded his head, despite the hurt her words gave him.
"I did fail you, Baby. I will regret that for the rest of my life." His voice shook as he spoke. Sasha looked at him, her angry face melting into tears as she fell against him.
"I'm s-s-sorry." she cried, gripping his shirt and nearing incoherent. "I d-d-din't m-mean it." Derek's arms wrapped around her and he sighed into her hair.
"I know, Pretty Girl. Let it out." He rocked her side to side as she vented. Whispering soft words of love and comfort to her.
Then there was the day he took her to a check up her doctor was insisting on. She was more nervous than she had been the first visit. He reached out to take her hand and she hissed, pulling away and looking at him with huge forsaken eyes.
"Don't touch me." she said, turning away and staring out the window. No tears, no explanation. She was cold and distant.
He let it go, he knew the doctor always made her nervous and upset. The last visit had given the thankful news that she hadn't contracted anything deadly or chronic from the assault. Still she hated the exams and the questions. He didn't blame her.
Then there was another explosion of anger when Derek has expressed excitement at how quickly she was healing. She was moving around without the crutches and her foot could take most of the normal weight.
"Yeah, I bet you just can't wait for me to be healed so you can leave me in the fucking dust!" she hissed at him when they got back to her place. She picked up a glass from the counter and hurled it at his head.
"GO! GET OUT!" she shrieked and grabbed a book. "Leave like every man does!" She was in a dark cycle. She hadn't been violent like this yet. Morgan didn't want to try and restrain her in fear she would hurt herself struggling.
He ducked the objects she threw and tried to get her to calm down. She screamed obscenities and threw everything she got her hands on.
It was when one of her thrown items, a glass paper weight hit true that she finally stopped. The heavy round glass object caught him in the shoulder and made him cry out at the pain.
Dropping the mug she had snatched up, Sasha hobble to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She sobbed and begged him to forgive her. He was hurt and bruised but he knew she really hadn't mean to hurt him.
Now sitting in his truck, he wondered if she would be depressed or enraged or simply not-there, when he went up the stairs. He was afraid of the not-there option the most.
When she stared and didn't respond or react. Just empty and blank. It froze his heart and made him fear the effects of the trauma on her psyche.
Gathering his wits, he climbed out of the truck. He knew this was all part of the process and he loved her enough to weather it's storms.
He climbed the narrow stairs and knock on the door before fishing his key out. She had given him one just after they got back from Georgia. Just in case something happened and he needed to get in.
The handle turned as he tried to put the key in. He looked up as it opened and saw Sasha with a wide smile on her lips.
"Thought I heard the downstairs door." she said and stepped back to let him in. She was dressed in her over sized black silk pajamas. She must have just gotten out of the shower. He mused to himself as he caught the scent of citrus from the damp locks she had tied up on her head.
Feeling a little impressed with her warm demeanor, Derek walked into the living room, He was greeted by the friendly little black cat.
"Hey little man." he said petting the animal and then reaching into his jacket to pull out a small paper bag.
"I got him a toy." he said, smiling sheepishly. Reid chuckled and stepped up close to him. She reached for his jacket to hang it up.
"I'm sure he will love it, he thinks you're his play mate." she snickered and hung the coat on a hook. Padding her way back, she motioned for him to sit.
"I made cocoa." she said and he gave her a bright smile. She slipped into the kitchen as he unwrapped the catnip mouse for Aristotle. When she returned, limping only a little, she had two mugs. Derek was laughing at the cat's antics with the toy.
Sitting down next to him, she offered a mug. Morgan took it and thanked her for the drink. Reid curled her legs under her, leaving the still injured foot sticking out. She leaned against his shoulder and sipped from the cup.
"MMmm, I am so glad I got the good cocoa. It's a treat." her voice was smooth and silky. Derek felt the back of his neck tingle a little and he stopped playing with the cat.
He smiled and sipped from his own mug. She was right, it was delicious and he let her know it.
There was something bothering him. he couldn't put his finger on it but something was off, somehow.
"You feeling ok, Pretty Girl?" he asked after drink most of his mug. She smiled a bright smile and shook her head.
"I'm feeling wonderful." she said and shifted a little closer to him. "Thought we could just spend a little time together, you and me." she added and looked at him with wide eyes. Derek raised a brow but nodded.
"Whatever you want, Baby." he said and slipped his arm along her shoulders. He did it slowly, knowing she was still jumpy about being touched. She didn't flinch but snuggled more closely into his embrace.
They finished their drinks and Sasha kept pressing closer to the warmth of Derek's body. He was starting to understand what was making him feel off.
He knew this stage. He had hoped that she wouldn't go through it, and if she did, it wouldn't be long. Now faced with the possibility, he was trying to deal with her delicately.
Sasha let her hand fall to his leg and she stroked slowly while staring at the TV. They were watching an old movie but Reid was doing her best to distract him from it.
By the next commercial, Reid was nuzzling his neck and inching her hand higher on his thigh. Bracing for a fight, Derek caught her hand and stilled it's movement.
"Baby, are you bored with the movie?" he asked, trying to stay neutral. Reid leaned back and looked a little wary.
"I like it well enough. I just like you better." she said and smiled crookedly. God, how that smile made his insides melt. But he knew she wasn't ready yet. This was an attempt to pretend that nothing had happened and she was fine.
Sasha pressed a kiss to his lips as her slim body climbed into his lap. Her kiss deepened and her hands clung to his shoulders with more force than needed.
She was trying to keep the shaking of her hands from showing. She was terrified but she just wanted to get past the fear. Before Hankle, she had wanted Derek like this. She had craved it. She wanted that again.
She wanted to be Sasha Reid again.
Derek eased out of the kiss and held her face in his hands. He looked at her and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Sasha, Baby. I don't think you really want this." he spoke in his most tender tone as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
Sasha felt like she had been punched in the gut. Stiffening, she pulled away.
"I'm sorry." she said in a cold tone and struggled to get off his lap. He tried to slow her, to keep her from falling in her haste.
"Let me go." she said in a broken tone. He did as she asked and hoped she wasn't going to get angry. She stumbled a little and stepped away from him with a pained look.
"I shouldn't have done that." she said and slipped to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest.
Derek crossed the room and crouched down in front of her. He lifted her chin and was wounded by the pain in her face.
"Sash, I didn't mean anything bad about it. I love you. I want you. But I want it to be something you feel, not an attempt to pretend nothing happened to you." he said and held her chin. His eyes grew wet and he leaned in, kissing her softly.
"You are my girl, nothing can change that. When the time is right, when you really feel it. You can give me what you want to. And I will love you no less between then and now." he vowed. "You said you wanted to give me your virginity, and Baby, that is something only you can give. Don't throw away that moment just to pretend."
Sasha was stunned by his words and she bit her bottom lip hard. Her heart thumped her chest like a rapid.
"I-I was scared but I just want--" she sighed dejectedly. "I just want to be the way we used to be." she looked up at him with a soul deep need in her eyes. "I don't want to lose that." she whispered and looked away. Derek helped her to stand back up.
"You won't lose it, Baby." he said softly and tucked a lose lock of hair back and took her hand. "How about we order a pizza and make some more of that cocoa?" he suggested. Sasha smiled a little and nodded her head.
"Kay, but no pineapple this time." she said scrunching her nose in distaste. Derek chuckled and pulled her in for a quick hug.
"Ok, Pretty Girl. No pineapple, you got it." he said and pulled out his cell. Sasha got their cups and went back to the kitchen, Aristotle trotting behind her.
TBC..
xposted
Author: Gothabilly13
Pairing: Morgan/Girl!Reid
Rating NC 17
Warning: AU, gender switch, violence, language, graphic sex, no con, torture, angst, and anything else I can come up with.
Summery: Sasha Reid is there for Derek when he needs her, can he get past his own demons to be there for her when she needs him?
Status: WIP
Disclaimer: All publicly recognizable characters, settings, etc. are the property of their respective owners. The original characters and plot are the property of the author. The author is in no way associated with the owners, creators, or producers of any media franchise. No copyright infringement is intended
A/N: Moving through the stages of healing. Derek's patience and love is tested. Thank you to for all her support and brainstorming.
Feedback is wanted like you read about.....:P
Chapter 7
Derek sat in his truck and ran his hands over his face. Glancing at the building outside his window, he wondered what Sasha's mood was going to be tonight.
It had been just over a month since the abduction and assault. His beautiful broken genius had been through the gamut of emotions and stages of healing.
He had known the anger and rage were coming. He knew only too well how this went. But he hadn't been prepared for how fast it came on.
They had been sitting in her living-room watching TV with Aris on their laps. It was early evening and Derek liked that she was comfortable enough to lean against him.
The show they were watching ended and Derek sat forward to stretch. He gave a little yawn and turned to smile at Sasha.
"Want to order a pizz---Sasha, what's wrong?" he asked suddenly seeing the dark expression on the young woman's face. She slowly struggled to her feet and crossed her arms over her torso. Shaking her head, she limped painfully to the window and gave him her back.
Derek was lost, he slowly got up and walked toward her. Her narrow back tensed and she turned around, her golden eyes dark with rage.
"Where were you?!?!?! Why did it take you so long???" she screamed and swatted his hand as he reached to touch her shoulder.
"Sweetheart, what are you talking about?" he asked, trying to get her to look at him. She pushed his chest with both hands.
"WHY DIDN'T YOU GET TO ME IN TIME!!" she shouted and the cat scampered into the bedroom to hide under the bed. Derek felt his blood chill and he stepped back.
"Sasha, I wanted more than anything to get to you. I didn't know where he took you." he said softly, knowing that nothing he said would be the right answer. She shook her head violently.
"You failed me." she snapped. "That evil bastard raped me and you weren't there to stop him." she seethed. Derek had to note it was the first time she used the word rape. He stepped to her and nodded his head, despite the hurt her words gave him.
"I did fail you, Baby. I will regret that for the rest of my life." His voice shook as he spoke. Sasha looked at him, her angry face melting into tears as she fell against him.
"I'm s-s-sorry." she cried, gripping his shirt and nearing incoherent. "I d-d-din't m-mean it." Derek's arms wrapped around her and he sighed into her hair.
"I know, Pretty Girl. Let it out." He rocked her side to side as she vented. Whispering soft words of love and comfort to her.
Then there was the day he took her to a check up her doctor was insisting on. She was more nervous than she had been the first visit. He reached out to take her hand and she hissed, pulling away and looking at him with huge forsaken eyes.
"Don't touch me." she said, turning away and staring out the window. No tears, no explanation. She was cold and distant.
He let it go, he knew the doctor always made her nervous and upset. The last visit had given the thankful news that she hadn't contracted anything deadly or chronic from the assault. Still she hated the exams and the questions. He didn't blame her.
Then there was another explosion of anger when Derek has expressed excitement at how quickly she was healing. She was moving around without the crutches and her foot could take most of the normal weight.
"Yeah, I bet you just can't wait for me to be healed so you can leave me in the fucking dust!" she hissed at him when they got back to her place. She picked up a glass from the counter and hurled it at his head.
"GO! GET OUT!" she shrieked and grabbed a book. "Leave like every man does!" She was in a dark cycle. She hadn't been violent like this yet. Morgan didn't want to try and restrain her in fear she would hurt herself struggling.
He ducked the objects she threw and tried to get her to calm down. She screamed obscenities and threw everything she got her hands on.
It was when one of her thrown items, a glass paper weight hit true that she finally stopped. The heavy round glass object caught him in the shoulder and made him cry out at the pain.
Dropping the mug she had snatched up, Sasha hobble to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. She sobbed and begged him to forgive her. He was hurt and bruised but he knew she really hadn't mean to hurt him.
Now sitting in his truck, he wondered if she would be depressed or enraged or simply not-there, when he went up the stairs. He was afraid of the not-there option the most.
When she stared and didn't respond or react. Just empty and blank. It froze his heart and made him fear the effects of the trauma on her psyche.
Gathering his wits, he climbed out of the truck. He knew this was all part of the process and he loved her enough to weather it's storms.
He climbed the narrow stairs and knock on the door before fishing his key out. She had given him one just after they got back from Georgia. Just in case something happened and he needed to get in.
The handle turned as he tried to put the key in. He looked up as it opened and saw Sasha with a wide smile on her lips.
"Thought I heard the downstairs door." she said and stepped back to let him in. She was dressed in her over sized black silk pajamas. She must have just gotten out of the shower. He mused to himself as he caught the scent of citrus from the damp locks she had tied up on her head.
Feeling a little impressed with her warm demeanor, Derek walked into the living room, He was greeted by the friendly little black cat.
"Hey little man." he said petting the animal and then reaching into his jacket to pull out a small paper bag.
"I got him a toy." he said, smiling sheepishly. Reid chuckled and stepped up close to him. She reached for his jacket to hang it up.
"I'm sure he will love it, he thinks you're his play mate." she snickered and hung the coat on a hook. Padding her way back, she motioned for him to sit.
"I made cocoa." she said and he gave her a bright smile. She slipped into the kitchen as he unwrapped the catnip mouse for Aristotle. When she returned, limping only a little, she had two mugs. Derek was laughing at the cat's antics with the toy.
Sitting down next to him, she offered a mug. Morgan took it and thanked her for the drink. Reid curled her legs under her, leaving the still injured foot sticking out. She leaned against his shoulder and sipped from the cup.
"MMmm, I am so glad I got the good cocoa. It's a treat." her voice was smooth and silky. Derek felt the back of his neck tingle a little and he stopped playing with the cat.
He smiled and sipped from his own mug. She was right, it was delicious and he let her know it.
There was something bothering him. he couldn't put his finger on it but something was off, somehow.
"You feeling ok, Pretty Girl?" he asked after drink most of his mug. She smiled a bright smile and shook her head.
"I'm feeling wonderful." she said and shifted a little closer to him. "Thought we could just spend a little time together, you and me." she added and looked at him with wide eyes. Derek raised a brow but nodded.
"Whatever you want, Baby." he said and slipped his arm along her shoulders. He did it slowly, knowing she was still jumpy about being touched. She didn't flinch but snuggled more closely into his embrace.
They finished their drinks and Sasha kept pressing closer to the warmth of Derek's body. He was starting to understand what was making him feel off.
He knew this stage. He had hoped that she wouldn't go through it, and if she did, it wouldn't be long. Now faced with the possibility, he was trying to deal with her delicately.
Sasha let her hand fall to his leg and she stroked slowly while staring at the TV. They were watching an old movie but Reid was doing her best to distract him from it.
By the next commercial, Reid was nuzzling his neck and inching her hand higher on his thigh. Bracing for a fight, Derek caught her hand and stilled it's movement.
"Baby, are you bored with the movie?" he asked, trying to stay neutral. Reid leaned back and looked a little wary.
"I like it well enough. I just like you better." she said and smiled crookedly. God, how that smile made his insides melt. But he knew she wasn't ready yet. This was an attempt to pretend that nothing had happened and she was fine.
Sasha pressed a kiss to his lips as her slim body climbed into his lap. Her kiss deepened and her hands clung to his shoulders with more force than needed.
She was trying to keep the shaking of her hands from showing. She was terrified but she just wanted to get past the fear. Before Hankle, she had wanted Derek like this. She had craved it. She wanted that again.
She wanted to be Sasha Reid again.
Derek eased out of the kiss and held her face in his hands. He looked at her and pressed his forehead to hers.
"Sasha, Baby. I don't think you really want this." he spoke in his most tender tone as he stroked her cheek with his thumb.
Sasha felt like she had been punched in the gut. Stiffening, she pulled away.
"I'm sorry." she said in a cold tone and struggled to get off his lap. He tried to slow her, to keep her from falling in her haste.
"Let me go." she said in a broken tone. He did as she asked and hoped she wasn't going to get angry. She stumbled a little and stepped away from him with a pained look.
"I shouldn't have done that." she said and slipped to the floor, pulling her knees up to her chest.
Derek crossed the room and crouched down in front of her. He lifted her chin and was wounded by the pain in her face.
"Sash, I didn't mean anything bad about it. I love you. I want you. But I want it to be something you feel, not an attempt to pretend nothing happened to you." he said and held her chin. His eyes grew wet and he leaned in, kissing her softly.
"You are my girl, nothing can change that. When the time is right, when you really feel it. You can give me what you want to. And I will love you no less between then and now." he vowed. "You said you wanted to give me your virginity, and Baby, that is something only you can give. Don't throw away that moment just to pretend."
Sasha was stunned by his words and she bit her bottom lip hard. Her heart thumped her chest like a rapid.
"I-I was scared but I just want--" she sighed dejectedly. "I just want to be the way we used to be." she looked up at him with a soul deep need in her eyes. "I don't want to lose that." she whispered and looked away. Derek helped her to stand back up.
"You won't lose it, Baby." he said softly and tucked a lose lock of hair back and took her hand. "How about we order a pizza and make some more of that cocoa?" he suggested. Sasha smiled a little and nodded her head.
"Kay, but no pineapple this time." she said scrunching her nose in distaste. Derek chuckled and pulled her in for a quick hug.
"Ok, Pretty Girl. No pineapple, you got it." he said and pulled out his cell. Sasha got their cups and went back to the kitchen, Aristotle trotting behind her.
TBC..
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