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Things Unsaid (Criminal Minds ficlet)
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karaokegirl's Come as you aren't party, being held all this week. The index of stories can be found here
Title: Things Unsaid
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters or Pairing: Spencer Reid
Rating/warnings/spoilers: G/none/for 'Derailed' and 'The Fisher King'
Word Count: ~250
Summary: There are things Reid doesn't want to talk about. (episode tag for 'Derailed')
Things Unsaid
You said the sky would fall on you fall on you fall on you
Through all the pain your eyes stayed Blue they stayed Blue Baby Blue
Reid's able to hold it together until they get back to the motel. He even manages something resembling a conversation when Morgan speaks to him, berating him for removing his vest but grinning at him for a job well done. The doctors seem satisfied that neither he nor Elle needed an overnight stay, and Hotch drives them all for some well-earned rest before flying out the next morning.
He'd stopped by Doctor Bryer's room on the way back to hospital reception, gazing in at the man as he slept. Reid hadn't been sure what he was looking for, what he expected to find. What he'd seen was a heavy, middle aged man, eyes closed and face relaxed. Everyone looks peaceful under heavy sedation.
At the motel, he turns down the offer of a drink with the others, retreating to his room and the shower, trying to rinse the heat and dust and memories of the day from his skin. But every time he closes his eyes, he sees his mother's face, blue eyes staring into his, blank and unseeing. Or her face, so animated and alive, speaking of things that only she could understand. He'd told Elle the truth, that he was just playing into the man's fantasies. He didn't say how he learned to do that, to manage the unmanageable and ride out the delusions. That isn't something he wants to talk about, not now and not ever.
His hair still dripping, he sits down at the tiny desk and pulls out his notebook and a pen. And he starts to write.
Dear Mom,
karaokegirl's Come as you aren't party, being held all this week. The index of stories can be found hereTitle: Things Unsaid
Fandom: Criminal Minds
Characters or Pairing: Spencer Reid
Rating/warnings/spoilers: G/none/for 'Derailed' and 'The Fisher King'
Word Count: ~250
Summary: There are things Reid doesn't want to talk about. (episode tag for 'Derailed')
Things Unsaid
You said the sky would fall on you fall on you fall on you
Through all the pain your eyes stayed Blue they stayed Blue Baby Blue
Reid's able to hold it together until they get back to the motel. He even manages something resembling a conversation when Morgan speaks to him, berating him for removing his vest but grinning at him for a job well done. The doctors seem satisfied that neither he nor Elle needed an overnight stay, and Hotch drives them all for some well-earned rest before flying out the next morning.
He'd stopped by Doctor Bryer's room on the way back to hospital reception, gazing in at the man as he slept. Reid hadn't been sure what he was looking for, what he expected to find. What he'd seen was a heavy, middle aged man, eyes closed and face relaxed. Everyone looks peaceful under heavy sedation.
At the motel, he turns down the offer of a drink with the others, retreating to his room and the shower, trying to rinse the heat and dust and memories of the day from his skin. But every time he closes his eyes, he sees his mother's face, blue eyes staring into his, blank and unseeing. Or her face, so animated and alive, speaking of things that only she could understand. He'd told Elle the truth, that he was just playing into the man's fantasies. He didn't say how he learned to do that, to manage the unmanageable and ride out the delusions. That isn't something he wants to talk about, not now and not ever.
His hair still dripping, he sits down at the tiny desk and pulls out his notebook and a pen. And he starts to write.
Dear Mom,