Gold Blood (Criminal Minds, Derek Morgan x OC Fanfiction)

Golden Blood

[Trigger Warning: Thoughts of suicide. Reader’s discretion advised.]

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[Third Person’s Point of View]

“Miss Dawson.”

Dr. Hopper was a middle aged man, with glasses and slightly grey hair framing the kind features of his face. The good doctor shook Elizabeth’s hand, offering her a benevolent smile. Elizabeth couldn’t help but think that this must be the smile the doctor give every time he’s about to deliver a bad news:

This is it. You have cancer. You’re dying. There is no cure. I’m very sorry, Miss Dawson.

“Yeah,” the red head put a polite smile on her face, ignoring the words floating about her head as she shook the doctor’s hand.

“Thank you for coming in so quickly. There are some findings in your blood work that are time sensitive,” Dr. Hopper added.

Hearing those words felt like a death sentence. Elizabeth never fear death itself; in fact, she had it all planned out. But this was too soon–too goddamn soon. She didn’t know if her soul could ever rest knowing that she will never be able to live long enough to complete her list.

Despite the invisible thick shadow that had settled over her head and shoulders, Elizabeth’s expression remained neutral; perhaps the FBI did manage to teach her a thing or two about being stoic.

She caught the doctor looking at Morgan next to her, and she was quick to clear him.

“He's good. You can speak freely and directly. No need to sugarcoat,” she told him, getting a nod from the doctor.

“Please,” the doctor motioned to the chairs for Liz and Derek to sit. “Have you ever heard of rhesus disease?”

“Uh,” Lizzie and Derek exchanged glances at each other before she shook her head. “No. How bad is it?”

“It’s terrible. Fatal, in most cases.”

At her peripheral vision, Elizabeth noticed how Derek had broken his poker face and moved to rest his forehead on his hand. Having seen the sign of distress on the black agent too, the doctor immediately supplied his statement further in a way that made her feel kind of dizzy.

“But you don't have it,” Dr. Hopper added quickly. “It only effects pregnant women and their fetuses.”

“I'm-I'm sorry,” Liz glanced at Derek, and found that her handsome lover was just as lost as she was, “I don't understand.”

“There are some 4,000 cases of rhesus in newborns each year. You are almost an identical match to a man in Australia named James Harrison. For decades, his donated blood saved the lives of more than two million children,” Dr. Hopper explained with a bright smile, “They call him the man with the golden blood. Now, it seems you have one, too.”

Before, Derek had been trying very hard to mentally prepare for whatever bad news they thought they were going to hear. But this? Derek had to fight himself from laughing out loud–partly in relieve that his baby doll was more than okay; another part was because of the obvious irony–she wanted to end her life, but now? This would put a stop to that, because if he knew Elizabeth at all, she was not selfish.

She’d live. His girl had no choice but to live. And if Derek didn’t believe in God before–now he did.

“If you would fill this out,” the doctor produced some forms, handing them to Elizabeth, “We would love to get you into our rare donor's program as soon as possible. We could set up regular donations. There are babies at this very moment who need you.”