Best Rivals Forever [FanFic]
Title: Best Rivals Forever
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Reid/Ethan
Rating: FRT
Summary: One of the ways Spencer Reid and his friend, Ethan, could have bonded in school.
Notes: This just jumped up in my head this morning...I have a few others stewing in my head as well so might write them at some point too. It's set around 1990 or so and so Reid's about 10 and Ethan, I decided, is about 15. Rating's mostly for language, there's a little h/c angle working here too but it's not heavy. How the pairing is read (slash or gen) is up to you but I'm tagging as slash cause that was the idea. Oh and I gave Ethan a last name, it'll be the same no matter the story I write. :-)
Ethan Bellamy didn’t mind Spencer Reid like the other kids did, at least now he finally felt challenged instead of bored out of his mind. The truth was the ten-year-old probably kept him in class more than anything else, made him make an actual effort more than anything else. Also something about the kid’s odd and fussy ways amused Ethan terribly.
The fact that Spencer was M.I.A. in American Lit was what got Ethan decide to skip it too. He already knew everything they were being taught anyway so he might as well use the time for a smoke break. He wanted a drink too but he’d already been caught intoxicated on school grounds earlier in the year and didn’t want to push it.
Seeing a teacher on hall-patrol got Ethan to turn into the hall with the foreign language filled with lockers and labs…the ones where the kids went in to wear the funky headphones and repeat French and Spanish aloud. He was halfway to the exit when he heard a knock on the locker.
“Fuck.” Caught by the teacher.
Ethan turned but saw nothing. Strange.
More knocks, louder, and some soft pleas for help. The teen debated a moment, then sighed. It could be his good deed for the year.
“Keep knockin’,” he said as he began to narrow his search before the sight of the metal door shaking pinpointed the captive.
“Help! Please.” The voice was soft, sad, and trying hard not to be terrified. It was also young.
Freshman Initiation Ethan guessed. He’d been jumped last year himself, only he beat the Senior’s ass and no one bothered him after that. “Just hold on, alright,” he smiled a little at whoever was inside, “I’ll get ya out. Ya know the combo?”
“N-No.”
“Alright then, new tactic,” Ethan muttered some to himself as he dropped his bag from his shoulder to the floor and pulled off a Greenday pin to pick the lock with. In the end he used that and a safety pin.
Poor little Spencer Reid came tumbling out into Ethan complete with a pointed tinfoil hat on his head. His face was red, blotched, and had tear streaks over it. He hugged his savoir. “Thank you, thank you!”
Ethan wasn’t physically moved by the boy falling onto him, but he stiffened some at the hug. He wasn’t exactly a fan of being hugged, physical affection like that made him uncomfortable. “Uh…welcome.”
Reid looked up and backed away when he saw who it was. His nemesis. Not that Ethan ever beat him up or called him names. Actually Ethan was pretty nice to him compared to most, but Ethan and he had a rivalry and it was Spencer’s very first one. Spencer didn’t take it too well that he was no longer, hands down, the smartest kid in the room.
“So, uh, you okay?” Ethan asked as he stepped back a little so he wouldn’t risk getting hugged again.
“I guess so.”
“Well you need to go to the nurse or somethin’?”
Spencer shook his head.
Ethan started to smile some, “You gonna take off your hat?”
“Oh,” Spencer had forgotten and slowly, embarrassed, pulled it off his head. “They put it on before I went in. I couldn’t get it off.”
“They?”
“Matt, John, and Kevin.”
Ethan nodded. Their classmates and known football players. “Why? I mean,” the older boy smiled a little as he took the hat and examined it, “was it a commentary on your other-worldliness or was this all they could figure out how to make in their combined, but still very limited, intelligence.”
Spencer breathed out a slight laugh. Then he remembered why and frowned, looked down at the floor. “Cause my mom has schizophrenia and they said I’m crazy like she is. Tinfoil hats are commonly associated with paranoids so they made the technically invalid connection.”
“Ah, well…” Ethan crumbled the foil into a ball and tossed it into the locker, “fuck ‘em, they’re assholes. In another ten years they’ll pumpin’ the gas of our Bentleys.”
“I’m not sure I’d want a Bentley.”
Ethan laughed a little at the younger boy’s very serious response. “Ferraris then.” He started to walk towards the exit once more.
Spencer followed along even knowing they should be going the other way; towards class, not away. "Ethan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you believe that rivals can be friends too?"
"My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me."
"Henry Ford," young Reid gave the source without second thought, "but that didn't answer my question."
"It didn't?"
"No."
Ethan smirked down at the other boy. "Think harder, you'll get it."
Spencer Reid did. Then he smiled wide.
"Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?" ~ Abraham Lincoln
Author: Tooks
Pairing: Reid/Ethan
Rating: FRT
Summary: One of the ways Spencer Reid and his friend, Ethan, could have bonded in school.
Notes: This just jumped up in my head this morning...I have a few others stewing in my head as well so might write them at some point too. It's set around 1990 or so and so Reid's about 10 and Ethan, I decided, is about 15. Rating's mostly for language, there's a little h/c angle working here too but it's not heavy. How the pairing is read (slash or gen) is up to you but I'm tagging as slash cause that was the idea. Oh and I gave Ethan a last name, it'll be the same no matter the story I write. :-)
Ethan Bellamy didn’t mind Spencer Reid like the other kids did, at least now he finally felt challenged instead of bored out of his mind. The truth was the ten-year-old probably kept him in class more than anything else, made him make an actual effort more than anything else. Also something about the kid’s odd and fussy ways amused Ethan terribly.
The fact that Spencer was M.I.A. in American Lit was what got Ethan decide to skip it too. He already knew everything they were being taught anyway so he might as well use the time for a smoke break. He wanted a drink too but he’d already been caught intoxicated on school grounds earlier in the year and didn’t want to push it.
Seeing a teacher on hall-patrol got Ethan to turn into the hall with the foreign language filled with lockers and labs…the ones where the kids went in to wear the funky headphones and repeat French and Spanish aloud. He was halfway to the exit when he heard a knock on the locker.
“Fuck.” Caught by the teacher.
Ethan turned but saw nothing. Strange.
More knocks, louder, and some soft pleas for help. The teen debated a moment, then sighed. It could be his good deed for the year.
“Keep knockin’,” he said as he began to narrow his search before the sight of the metal door shaking pinpointed the captive.
“Help! Please.” The voice was soft, sad, and trying hard not to be terrified. It was also young.
Freshman Initiation Ethan guessed. He’d been jumped last year himself, only he beat the Senior’s ass and no one bothered him after that. “Just hold on, alright,” he smiled a little at whoever was inside, “I’ll get ya out. Ya know the combo?”
“N-No.”
“Alright then, new tactic,” Ethan muttered some to himself as he dropped his bag from his shoulder to the floor and pulled off a Greenday pin to pick the lock with. In the end he used that and a safety pin.
Poor little Spencer Reid came tumbling out into Ethan complete with a pointed tinfoil hat on his head. His face was red, blotched, and had tear streaks over it. He hugged his savoir. “Thank you, thank you!”
Ethan wasn’t physically moved by the boy falling onto him, but he stiffened some at the hug. He wasn’t exactly a fan of being hugged, physical affection like that made him uncomfortable. “Uh…welcome.”
Reid looked up and backed away when he saw who it was. His nemesis. Not that Ethan ever beat him up or called him names. Actually Ethan was pretty nice to him compared to most, but Ethan and he had a rivalry and it was Spencer’s very first one. Spencer didn’t take it too well that he was no longer, hands down, the smartest kid in the room.
“So, uh, you okay?” Ethan asked as he stepped back a little so he wouldn’t risk getting hugged again.
“I guess so.”
“Well you need to go to the nurse or somethin’?”
Spencer shook his head.
Ethan started to smile some, “You gonna take off your hat?”
“Oh,” Spencer had forgotten and slowly, embarrassed, pulled it off his head. “They put it on before I went in. I couldn’t get it off.”
“They?”
“Matt, John, and Kevin.”
Ethan nodded. Their classmates and known football players. “Why? I mean,” the older boy smiled a little as he took the hat and examined it, “was it a commentary on your other-worldliness or was this all they could figure out how to make in their combined, but still very limited, intelligence.”
Spencer breathed out a slight laugh. Then he remembered why and frowned, looked down at the floor. “Cause my mom has schizophrenia and they said I’m crazy like she is. Tinfoil hats are commonly associated with paranoids so they made the technically invalid connection.”
“Ah, well…” Ethan crumbled the foil into a ball and tossed it into the locker, “fuck ‘em, they’re assholes. In another ten years they’ll pumpin’ the gas of our Bentleys.”
“I’m not sure I’d want a Bentley.”
Ethan laughed a little at the younger boy’s very serious response. “Ferraris then.” He started to walk towards the exit once more.
Spencer followed along even knowing they should be going the other way; towards class, not away. "Ethan?"
"Yeah?"
"Do you believe that rivals can be friends too?"
"My best friend is the one who brings out the best in me."
"Henry Ford," young Reid gave the source without second thought, "but that didn't answer my question."
"It didn't?"
"No."
Ethan smirked down at the other boy. "Think harder, you'll get it."
Spencer Reid did. Then he smiled wide.
"Am I not destroying my enemies when I make friends of them?" ~ Abraham Lincoln