Spencer Reid | Oneshots

Intentions ☁️ (PG)

Summary: Spencer's teenage daughter wants to have a conversation with you about your intentions with her father.

Rating: PG

Content Warnings: Cursing, arguing, step-parents

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The last thing I wanted to do on a Wednesday afternoon was to drive out to the school at 6pm to pick up my boyfriend's daughter from detention. But there I was, with a pissed off teenager in my passenger's seat.

Spencer had been out of town for a few days, so naturally it had been the perfect time for Aurelia to get into a heated debate with her teacher and land herself in the principal's office.

I hadn't expected much different. It was to be expected that she would be at least a little bit sassy with her father being who he was, but I was starting to think I'd been rubbing off on her myself.

Although, I guess I'd never really met her mother, so I couldn't tell how much of it was genetically determined, either. All I knew was that the sixteen year old propping her face up on her elbow as she stared intently out the window definitely didn't want to talk to me about what was going on.

So, naturally, fulfilling my role as the awkward, out-of-place girlfriend of her father, I asked, "Do you want to talk about it?"

We'd been treading on thin ice for weeks at that point. About two months prior, she had been particularly on edge around me. I wasn't entirely sure why, but I had a feeling there was something going on between her and her father.

The kind of thing that apparently only real step-moms got to know about.

"Not with you," she grumbled.

I rolled my eyes at the way she'd said the words like they would hurt. Opting not to give her a lesson on the boy who cried wolf, and how things start to lose meaning the more often you say them, I tried to drum up some empathy for the girl who hadn't been able to provide me with any.

It was to be expected. She was still just a little girl. A little girl who missed her father.

"I'm sorry your father couldn't make it. His flight should be landing soon. In fact, he might even beat us home."

That made her stance change a bit, although I could still feel the anger rolling off of her. I tried to think of anything to talk about, anything that might make it even a tiny bit less uncomfortable.

"So-"

I didn't get very far before she cut me off.

"Do you actually even love my dad?"

Completely caught off guard by the question, I nearly crashed the car as I shouted back, "What?!"

"Jesus Christ!" Aurelia yelled, grabbing hold of the door as she looked at me like I was the crazy person. "Are you trying to kill us, you psycho?!"

"Am I trying to— Okay, that's it."

Flicking on my hazards, and against her strong, unintelligible protests, I abruptly pulled off onto the shoulder.

"Don't pull over!" she whined before dramatically sinking into her chair and groaning.

I didn't care about those theatrics, however. Putting the car in park, I turned to face the girl who had really just decided to randomly question my two year long relationship with her dad.

"God, you're so embarrassing," she muttered, picking at her fingernails just like her father did when he was agitated.

"What has gotten into you? Why the third degree all of a sudden?"