Monster

In my book

As they waited in the waiting room, Spencer laid his head on Derek's shoulder, sighing. Derek let his hand run through his locks. Shutting his eyes, Spencer began to hum, blood was still dripping from his hand, but he didn't mind. He just wanted Derek to hold him, he wanted the comfort.

"I love you," Spencer whispered. Half hoping that Derek heard it and half hoping he didn't. He didn't know how these things worked. He wasn't a relationship person. Hell, he wasn't a people person. If you ask Emily he wasn't even a person! He didn't know if he was saying it too soon. Too soon, he chuckled, too soon to tell your best friend of 12 years that you love them. He went to prison, and yet this scares him more than that. Maybe he really did have abandonment issues, though he would never admit to it.

"I love you too, Pretty Boy." Derek smiled, kissing the top of his head. "What's so funny? I hope you know that after we get that hand wrapped, I intend to ask you out properly and take you on a proper date." He smiled against Spencer's mop of curls.

"Doctor Reid... Derek Morgan is that you?" A short Hispanic nurse asked, caring her clipboard on her hip. Spencer rolled his eyes and Derek fumbled with her name, "If you will come with me we'll get your hand taken care. Derek if you will, please wait in the waiting room." She smiled, pointing to an oaken door. Spencer hated how casually she just called him "Derek," as if they were the best of friends.

Spencer let out a little huff as he walked to the door, holding his hand. He looked back to see the nurse following suit, Derek staring at him and surprisingly not the woman's ass. Spencer smiled softly to himself.

"Actually, since me and Spencer are engaged can I come in with him?" Spencer noticed how he said engaged. Noting that if they were married it would be on record, but engaged would not.

"I guess, but it's just a quick procedure." She shrugged holding the door for the couple.

She was right, the procedure was quick, well for everyone but Spencer who was getting shards out of his hand. He had stiches and staples in place and they wrapped it for him. They were nervous that he would tear it so he had to come back once a week to see how it was healing.

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When they got back to Reid's apartment, Derek was greeted by the mess that both men has neglected to clean. Pactolus was laying on one of Spencer's books that were laying out on the coffee table. The book looked giant compared to the tiny cat.

"You go sit down, I'll go clean this up, then I'm going to shave that shit off of your face." Derek smiled, kissing Spencer on the nose.

With mock surprise, Spencer smiled, "Sir, I actually like it. Yeah, no your right it needs to go, It bothers my face to much. It itches."

Derek began to clean up the broken coffee cup, throwing it into Reid's trash bin. Sighing as he looking around the mans living room. He had book shelves that were crooked and looked like they were going to break at any minute. His coffee table was on cinder blocks, since two of its legs broke. One of doors, that Derek assumed was a closet or a den, was missing a door knob. The window nearest to the couch, which looked like something straight out of the 70s, had a large crack Duc tapped. Derek sighed, he knew he was going to have to fix this place up to make it unhazarded to the clumsy man. He wondered how he even survived this far.

"Remind me to fix up your place!" Derek called, smiling as her heard shuffling in the bathroom.

"No, no, no. It's okay. You don't have to. I like it the way it is." Spencer called back. Derek smiled, he knew he was going to say that. He hated when people did favors for him, but this wasn't a favor. Derek didn't mind making his home livable.

"Dammit!" Spencer cursed from the bathroom and Derrek came jogging in. He found Spencer with the razor trying, yes trying was the key word, to shave what scruff he had on his face.

"I told you to wait for me sweetheart. Now sit on the toilet, and I'll shave this off of you, okay?" Spencer obeyed. Sitting on the toilet, as Derek began to shave his face. Spencer closed his eyes and leaned into his touch.

"Is this a bad time to ask you to be my boyfriend?" Spencer asked, squirming a little on the seat.

"Stop squirming unless you want me to nick you, and no. You are already my boyfriend in my book."