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Title: Two Princes
Part 8
Summary: Another take on those fics where the team is in high school. Will be Reid-centric and include him meeting two guys who seem interested in him. Featuring Hotch as a prep, Morgan as a gang member, Emily as a goth and Gideon as a concerned dad.
Pairing: M/R + H+R
Rating: PG-13
After a moment Spencer let the boy pull him further down the street, telling himself that he was being ridiculous. No one would jump them. He would bring Sammy home as promised.
No sooner had he strengthened his resolve than he suddenly heard steps coming towards them from behind, and then a voice that was shockingly familiar.
"Hey Sammy boy, what's this, got yourself a new friend?"
Spencer spun around, eyes widening in recognition of the person suddenly standing in front of them. He felt his breath catch, heart skipping a beat.
Damnit, he should have listened to Jason.
Spencer stood frozen as he stared at no other than Derek Morgan, unable to believe that of all the streets in the city he should have come across the one where he'd run into a potentially dangerous gang member unprotected.
Correction, a potentially dangerous gang member who was currently walking his definitely huge dog.
"Hey, Spencer," His pulse quickened when Morgan walked up to them, hands casually buried in the pockets of his leather jacket as he smiled down at him, barely trying to hide his amusement. "Get lost, did you?"
His tone was light, in contrast to the intensity of dark eyes that took in his whole frame only to return to his face, measuring him up.
Spencer tensed under his gaze, knowing deep down that if Morgan wanted to do something he now had an easy game. He shuddered, suddenly very much aware of just how alone and chanceless he really was.
"Morgan," he said tensely, his mind reeling as he weighed his options, "Wh-what are you doing here?"
He was pretty sure he didn't want to hear the answer. If he was already wary of the guy in broad daylight and with hundreds of other students around, their current situation didn't exactly make things more comfortable.
The thought of simply running was quickly dismissed though when he felt Sammy pull at his hand, stepping towards Morgan. Spencer tightened his grip instinctively, pulling the boy behind him. Sammy made a noise of protest but Spencer was too busy watching Morgan to react.
The young man had paused in his steps at his reaction, a frown marring his face as he took in his defensive posture and distressed expression.
"I live around here," he eventually answered with a shrug, quickly back to looking unconcerned, "Right next to my man Sammy here, isn't that right?"
He turned away to wink at the boy, and before Spencer could do anything Sammy's little hand had slipped out of his and he had crossed the distance between them and Morgan, happily bumping his small fist against Morgan's large one when he offered. Spencer watched their exchange in bafflement.
"Hey Derek," the boy beamed, completely oblivious, "this is Spencer. He's making sure I get home safe."
He didn't seem at all worried, more like he actually knew Derek. He happily petted the dog as he talked to the older man. Spencer hesitated as he watched them interact, still wary.
Morgan nodded his head, seemingly thoughtful as he answered, "That's awfully nice of him what with it getting dark and all. But who's going to make sure that Spencer gets home safe?"
Spencer felt his stomach turn at the tone he said it in; it was as far from actual concern as it could get. In fact he still sounded somewhere between amused and threatening, it was hard to tell.
Clueless of course, Sammy frowned briefly, before his face lightened up again, "You're strong! You could take him home safe."
Morgan smirked, clearly having banked on that answer. One eyebrow raised suggestively, he glanced at Spencer who remained still and tightlipped.
"Ah, I would Sammy, but I don't think Spencer likes me very much."
"Huh?" the boy blinked, looking back at Spencer with big, confused eyes, "Why not?"
Spencer ground his teeth inaudibly, internally cursing Morgan for playing the kid like that. What was his problem anyway? If he wanted to beat him up, surely he wouldn't have scruples doing it in front of a child, would he?
So what was this? Was he just dragging it out…or was he possibly really not as bad as originally thought? But then, why didn't he just leave him alone?
Despite his bad feeling, he finally made himself shake his head, trying to at least seem relaxed in front of Sammy. He might not be able to get them out of this predicament but he could at least try, right? "Uh, no- I don't don't like him. But I can get home by myself."
"Are you sure?" Morgan asked, the picture of innocence though he was clearly enjoying his game, "This isn't the best neighborhood. What if you run into trouble?"
Spencer glared at him as viciously as he possibly could while keeping his voice level, "I'll take my chances."
It was probably the stupidest thing to do but he was quickly getting very fed up with the mockery and he wanted to let Morgan know he wasn't fooled by his act. He expected a scowl if not a physical reaction in response, something like Kyle's when he'd been provoked.
To his surprise though Morgan merely shrugged, seemingly unimpressed, "If you insist. Go by yourself. Sammy and I will find home alone, wont we?"
Spencer who for a moment had actually thought he might get out of this relatively easy after all, stopped dead in his tracks when Morgan mentioned Sammy. His worry returned immediately, this time for the child. Even if he seemed to like Morgan, he couldn't just let him walk off with the guy not even knowing if he could be trusted. No, definitely not.
"No," he heard himself say before he could think his words through, "I'll see him there. Come on, Sammy."
He squared his shoulders as he walked up to the other two and held a hand out for Sammy, trying to ignore Morgan's close proximity. Luckily, Sammy didn't have to be asked twice; he happily took his hand and pulled Spencer further down the street without another word.
For a second Spencer was relief even if he was surprised why the child hadn't even said goodbye to someone he apparently liked so much until he felt a presence right beside him. Sure enough, when he turned his head, Morgan was walking next to him, easily matching his strides with long legs.
"Same house," he said nonchalantly when he noticed Spencer staring at him.
Spencer ground his teeth, suddenly feeling the urge to scream while his pulse shot up again. He could already feel old familiar nausea resurfacing, dread weighing him down like lead.
It looked like he wouldn't get out of this after all.
Grasping onto Sammy's hand more tightly, he bit his lip, weighing his options. Clearly Morgan wouldn't leave them alone anytime soon. Maybe he did live in the same house and he was just overreacting. Or maybe he was just waiting to get him alone.
Spencer took a deep breath, knowing that there was nothing he could do as long as he wanted to make sure Sammy was alright. So he eventually gave up, and decided to take things as they came. For now all he could do was make sure not to turn his back on the other and tell himself it would be of any use.
They walked down the street with Sammy happily chatting with both of them, still oblivious to the strained tension between them, or the way Spencer flinched away nervously several times when the distance between them decreased or Derek made a sudden movement.
Spencer for his part really tried to focus on what the child was saying but the truth was he kept noticing things like how tall and broad Derek was in comparison to him, or how big the dog was…
The longer they walked though without an incident and the more he saw Morgan interacting with Sammy the more doubtful he became. Watching him now, he looked nothing but friendly and trustworthy if one could ignore the outfit and their surroundings. He laughed and joked with Sammy in a way that seemed genuinely familiar, absentmindedly petting his dog's head once in a while.
By the time they finally arrived at Sammy's building and had climbed up the five stories to his parents' apartment, Spencer wasn't sure of anything anymore. Except for the fact that he would likely know what was going on for sure as soon as he had delivered Sammy. He took the last stair case, almost relieved to know it was almost over. Soon he would know and that had to be better than waiting.
Once on the right floor, Morgan surprised him by actually getting out a key and opening the door to the neighboring apartment. He waved at Sammy and told him goodbye as he ushered his dog inside.
Spencer stared in disbelief for a whole three seconds before Sammy tugged at his sleeve, diverting his attention. They rung the door bell and Spencer couldn't help but breathe out in relief when he heard a door clap shut behind them. It seemed he had worried too much after all. Apparently it had been enough for Morgan to unnerve him a bit.
Just then the door opened and a middle aged woman opened, she eyed him a little suspiciously as she ushered her child into the apartment but thanked him nonetheless. Sammy waved him goodbye cheerily and then the door closed leaving him in the sparse light of the hallway.
Spencer breathed out slowly, running a hand through his hair as he tried to will himself to calm down already. Boy, that had been close. Apparently this was his lucky day.
With a sigh he turned around, so ready to go home - only to almost jump out of his skin when he walked right into someone standing right behind him.
He yelped in shock, stumbling backwards only to be caught by his arm. With wide eyes he stared up into Derek Morgan's face, trying to figure out where he had suddenly come from.
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Part 8
Summary: Another take on those fics where the team is in high school. Will be Reid-centric and include him meeting two guys who seem interested in him. Featuring Hotch as a prep, Morgan as a gang member, Emily as a goth and Gideon as a concerned dad.
Pairing: M/R + H+R
Rating: PG-13
After a moment Spencer let the boy pull him further down the street, telling himself that he was being ridiculous. No one would jump them. He would bring Sammy home as promised.
No sooner had he strengthened his resolve than he suddenly heard steps coming towards them from behind, and then a voice that was shockingly familiar.
"Hey Sammy boy, what's this, got yourself a new friend?"
Spencer spun around, eyes widening in recognition of the person suddenly standing in front of them. He felt his breath catch, heart skipping a beat.
Damnit, he should have listened to Jason.
Spencer stood frozen as he stared at no other than Derek Morgan, unable to believe that of all the streets in the city he should have come across the one where he'd run into a potentially dangerous gang member unprotected.
Correction, a potentially dangerous gang member who was currently walking his definitely huge dog.
"Hey, Spencer," His pulse quickened when Morgan walked up to them, hands casually buried in the pockets of his leather jacket as he smiled down at him, barely trying to hide his amusement. "Get lost, did you?"
His tone was light, in contrast to the intensity of dark eyes that took in his whole frame only to return to his face, measuring him up.
Spencer tensed under his gaze, knowing deep down that if Morgan wanted to do something he now had an easy game. He shuddered, suddenly very much aware of just how alone and chanceless he really was.
"Morgan," he said tensely, his mind reeling as he weighed his options, "Wh-what are you doing here?"
He was pretty sure he didn't want to hear the answer. If he was already wary of the guy in broad daylight and with hundreds of other students around, their current situation didn't exactly make things more comfortable.
The thought of simply running was quickly dismissed though when he felt Sammy pull at his hand, stepping towards Morgan. Spencer tightened his grip instinctively, pulling the boy behind him. Sammy made a noise of protest but Spencer was too busy watching Morgan to react.
The young man had paused in his steps at his reaction, a frown marring his face as he took in his defensive posture and distressed expression.
"I live around here," he eventually answered with a shrug, quickly back to looking unconcerned, "Right next to my man Sammy here, isn't that right?"
He turned away to wink at the boy, and before Spencer could do anything Sammy's little hand had slipped out of his and he had crossed the distance between them and Morgan, happily bumping his small fist against Morgan's large one when he offered. Spencer watched their exchange in bafflement.
"Hey Derek," the boy beamed, completely oblivious, "this is Spencer. He's making sure I get home safe."
He didn't seem at all worried, more like he actually knew Derek. He happily petted the dog as he talked to the older man. Spencer hesitated as he watched them interact, still wary.
Morgan nodded his head, seemingly thoughtful as he answered, "That's awfully nice of him what with it getting dark and all. But who's going to make sure that Spencer gets home safe?"
Spencer felt his stomach turn at the tone he said it in; it was as far from actual concern as it could get. In fact he still sounded somewhere between amused and threatening, it was hard to tell.
Clueless of course, Sammy frowned briefly, before his face lightened up again, "You're strong! You could take him home safe."
Morgan smirked, clearly having banked on that answer. One eyebrow raised suggestively, he glanced at Spencer who remained still and tightlipped.
"Ah, I would Sammy, but I don't think Spencer likes me very much."
"Huh?" the boy blinked, looking back at Spencer with big, confused eyes, "Why not?"
Spencer ground his teeth inaudibly, internally cursing Morgan for playing the kid like that. What was his problem anyway? If he wanted to beat him up, surely he wouldn't have scruples doing it in front of a child, would he?
So what was this? Was he just dragging it out…or was he possibly really not as bad as originally thought? But then, why didn't he just leave him alone?
Despite his bad feeling, he finally made himself shake his head, trying to at least seem relaxed in front of Sammy. He might not be able to get them out of this predicament but he could at least try, right? "Uh, no- I don't don't like him. But I can get home by myself."
"Are you sure?" Morgan asked, the picture of innocence though he was clearly enjoying his game, "This isn't the best neighborhood. What if you run into trouble?"
Spencer glared at him as viciously as he possibly could while keeping his voice level, "I'll take my chances."
It was probably the stupidest thing to do but he was quickly getting very fed up with the mockery and he wanted to let Morgan know he wasn't fooled by his act. He expected a scowl if not a physical reaction in response, something like Kyle's when he'd been provoked.
To his surprise though Morgan merely shrugged, seemingly unimpressed, "If you insist. Go by yourself. Sammy and I will find home alone, wont we?"
Spencer who for a moment had actually thought he might get out of this relatively easy after all, stopped dead in his tracks when Morgan mentioned Sammy. His worry returned immediately, this time for the child. Even if he seemed to like Morgan, he couldn't just let him walk off with the guy not even knowing if he could be trusted. No, definitely not.
"No," he heard himself say before he could think his words through, "I'll see him there. Come on, Sammy."
He squared his shoulders as he walked up to the other two and held a hand out for Sammy, trying to ignore Morgan's close proximity. Luckily, Sammy didn't have to be asked twice; he happily took his hand and pulled Spencer further down the street without another word.
For a second Spencer was relief even if he was surprised why the child hadn't even said goodbye to someone he apparently liked so much until he felt a presence right beside him. Sure enough, when he turned his head, Morgan was walking next to him, easily matching his strides with long legs.
"Same house," he said nonchalantly when he noticed Spencer staring at him.
Spencer ground his teeth, suddenly feeling the urge to scream while his pulse shot up again. He could already feel old familiar nausea resurfacing, dread weighing him down like lead.
It looked like he wouldn't get out of this after all.
Grasping onto Sammy's hand more tightly, he bit his lip, weighing his options. Clearly Morgan wouldn't leave them alone anytime soon. Maybe he did live in the same house and he was just overreacting. Or maybe he was just waiting to get him alone.
Spencer took a deep breath, knowing that there was nothing he could do as long as he wanted to make sure Sammy was alright. So he eventually gave up, and decided to take things as they came. For now all he could do was make sure not to turn his back on the other and tell himself it would be of any use.
They walked down the street with Sammy happily chatting with both of them, still oblivious to the strained tension between them, or the way Spencer flinched away nervously several times when the distance between them decreased or Derek made a sudden movement.
Spencer for his part really tried to focus on what the child was saying but the truth was he kept noticing things like how tall and broad Derek was in comparison to him, or how big the dog was…
The longer they walked though without an incident and the more he saw Morgan interacting with Sammy the more doubtful he became. Watching him now, he looked nothing but friendly and trustworthy if one could ignore the outfit and their surroundings. He laughed and joked with Sammy in a way that seemed genuinely familiar, absentmindedly petting his dog's head once in a while.
By the time they finally arrived at Sammy's building and had climbed up the five stories to his parents' apartment, Spencer wasn't sure of anything anymore. Except for the fact that he would likely know what was going on for sure as soon as he had delivered Sammy. He took the last stair case, almost relieved to know it was almost over. Soon he would know and that had to be better than waiting.
Once on the right floor, Morgan surprised him by actually getting out a key and opening the door to the neighboring apartment. He waved at Sammy and told him goodbye as he ushered his dog inside.
Spencer stared in disbelief for a whole three seconds before Sammy tugged at his sleeve, diverting his attention. They rung the door bell and Spencer couldn't help but breathe out in relief when he heard a door clap shut behind them. It seemed he had worried too much after all. Apparently it had been enough for Morgan to unnerve him a bit.
Just then the door opened and a middle aged woman opened, she eyed him a little suspiciously as she ushered her child into the apartment but thanked him nonetheless. Sammy waved him goodbye cheerily and then the door closed leaving him in the sparse light of the hallway.
Spencer breathed out slowly, running a hand through his hair as he tried to will himself to calm down already. Boy, that had been close. Apparently this was his lucky day.
With a sigh he turned around, so ready to go home - only to almost jump out of his skin when he walked right into someone standing right behind him.
He yelped in shock, stumbling backwards only to be caught by his arm. With wide eyes he stared up into Derek Morgan's face, trying to figure out where he had suddenly come from.
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