The following ficlet and drabble are responses to
criminal_prompt's prompt:
you are beautiful.
Title: You Are Beautiful (1 and 2)
Author:
ar_poePairing/Characters: Morgan/Reid
Rating: PG
Warnings: Established Morgan/Reid relationship; it's all fluff. The first story has some angst and vague references to drug use and recovery.
Disclaimer: I do not own Criminal Minds.
Story 1
Derek sat down next to Spencer on the hospital bed and looked down to the floor, copying Spencer's actions to make things a little less uncomfortable. Spencer sat there, slightly hunched over with his hands on his knees, fingers gently pulling at the material. It felt like ages since Spencer had worn denim and one of his sweaters, and it seemed almost foreign between his fingers now that he was out of the hospital clothing.
Derek looked up and noticed Spencer slowly shaking his head back and forth, almost unconsciously and deep in thought. He placed his hand on Spencer's shoulder firmly and waited for him to speak.
“I'm sorry I messed everything up...” That definitely wasn't what Morgan had expected to hear.
“What do you think you messed up?”
“Everything. Us... everything we worked for...” Spencer bit his lip and gripped his knees, looking for something, anything to take his mind off of this.
“You didn't mess up anything, Spence. You've been through hell, kid, and this is just a minor setback. We'll get through this. Your therapist has already got you scheduled back in Beltway Clean Cops, and Hotch has given us plenty of time off to get everything settled... I even took the liberty of re-alphabetizing your bookshelves for when you come back home.”
Spencer snorted then in an attempt to laugh and the corner of his mouth twitched upwards. “I'm not worth all that.” Spencer whispered, finally looking up to Derek.
“You're crazy, kid. You're worth everything.”
Spencer looked back down and slightly nodded, placing his hands on the bed and leaning into the position.
“You are beautiful, Spence. You're a beautiful person, and I don't know what I'd do without you.” Derek placed his hand on the back of Spencer's neck and gave a gentle squeeze. “And I love you.”
Spencer abruptly stood up then and Derek following his lead. “Is Clooney waiting for me at home?”
Derek gave a lopsided grin and picked up Spencer's bags from the end of the bed. “He sure is. He even bathed for the occasion and everything.” Spencer smiled and grabbed one of his bags and grabbed Derek's hand before taking one last look around his rehabilitation room.
Story 2
Spencer stumbled into the bathroom half asleep with half lidded eyes, and flicked the light switch on as he closed the door all in one motion. He blinked, trying to once again grow accustomed to the bright light that was searing his eyes, and cautiously looked around.
Finally, after placing his hands on the counter to steady himself, he looked up and into the mirror only to find a note left by Derek in shaving creme before his morning run.
You are beautiful.