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I wrote a thing(pt. 2)

The next day, Spencer was kinda quiet. He did give Aaron a few smiles but they didn’t reach his eyes like they usually did. When they talked, Spencer’s replies where short and to the point. Luckily they didn’t have a case but Aaron was worried.

When Aaron finally asked what was wrong, all he got was a small smile and “Oh I’m fine. I’m just tired.”

Aaron didn’t pry….. yet…. But he didn’t believe that for a second. He knew that excuse. Hell, he used it himself many times. Hopefully Spencer would open up.

The quietness lasted a week before Aaron decided to do something about it. He got home an hour after Spencer, like always and found him curled up on the couch reading. Aaron sits on the other end of the couch and watches for a few minutes.

“Spencer, love,” Aaron starts. Spencer looks up from his book for a moment.

“Yes?” He looks so adorable, curled up in an oversized t-shirt and a pair of shorts. He had swapped his contact for glasses and his hair was a little messy.

“Are…..Are you hurting yourself?”

There was the sound of the book snapping shut and then hitting the floor. Spencer jerked into a sitting position

“Excuse me?” The younger man’s voice was dark with anger and hurt.

“I just...just need to know. I’m worried-”

“Why in hell would you think that?” Spencer demands angrily. “Do you think I’m that weak?”

“No. Of cou-”

“No. You listen here Aaron Hotchner. I can handle whatever it is that you think is going on. -Which is nothing by the way-” Spencer was standing now and glaring at him. “And besides, if I was, where would I do it? You’ve seen my naked countless times! Hell, last week even. The only scars I have are from cases. Or do you wanna assume those are self inflicted too?”

Aaron instantly regretted bringing this up. He falls backwards on the couch and rubs a hand over his face.

“I’m sorry Spencer. I didn’t mean to accuse you of anything. I wasn't thinking.” “Damn straight you weren’t thinking!”

Aaron opened his mouth to apologize again when his phone went off. He sighs and answered it.

“Hotchner….Alright. Thank you. We’ll be there soon.”

Spencer looks over as he listens. Before Aaron even hung up, Spencer left the room to go get dressed.

Aaron hangs up and makes his way to the bedroom. He pauses at the door.

“Spencer-”

“You should get dressed. We have work to do.” Spencer didn’t even look at him and it broke Aaron’s heart. He sighs and moves the closet, pulling out a suit and digging a tie out of the dresser. He dresses quickly before grabbing his guns from the case and laying Spencer’s revolver on the table. He had to fix this before he went crazy.

Aaron quietly makes his way to the car and waits for Spencer. The other man came out less than five minutes later and tosses his messenger bag in the back with their go bags. He sits in the back with the bags.

When they got to Quantico, Spencer grabs his bags and makes his way upstairs without a word. Aaron follows slowly. Rossi pulls him aside as soon as Aaron steps off the elevator.

“What the hell did you do?”

Aaron visibly deflated.

“I fucked up. Majorly.”

“Aaron what the hell did you do to him?”

“I asked him if he was hurting himself.” Aaron couldn’t meet the other man’s stare.

“What in hell made you do something idiotic like that?”

“I don’t know!” Aaron explodes. “I was worried about him and he kept saying he was fine and he was just tired but I know what he’s like when he’s tired and that isn’t it.” Aaron rubs his hand over his face. “What do I do?”

“I think you can either talk to him or let this pass. It’s up to you.”

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Spencer gets upstairs before Aaron did and goes straight to the conference room. The only one there so far was Derek. Spencer sits down and looks at him.

“Do I seem suicidal to you?”

Derek looks up from his phone with furrowed eyebrows.

“Excuse me?”

“Do I seem suicidal to you?” Spencer asked again, slowly. He doesn’t make eye contact, just stares at the table.

“What brought this on?”

“Just answer the question please?”

“No. Of course not.” Derek sets his phone down. “Are you?”  The concern was obvious in the other man’s voice.

“No. God no.”

“Then why ask?”

“Because Aaron asked if I was hurting myself. On purpose.”

“Why would he ask something like that?” “It’s probably my fault.” Spencer sighs. “I’ve been distant lately. He likely got the wrong idea.”

Now Spencer felt horrible for blowing up at him. He only cared. Damnit. He messed this up like he did every other relationship he’d ever been in. Before he could say anything, the rest of the team filed into the room and Garcia started to deliver a briefing on the case.

After the debriefing, Aaron stands, closing his file.

“Get ready. Wheels up in thirty.” He nods stiffly, boss mode frimley engaged.

Spencer bites his lip thoughtfully and takes a breath, readjusting the bag on his shoulder. He walks slowly over to Aaron and takes his hand, dragging him out of the room and down the hall. He comes to a stop at a storage room. He opens the door and shoves Aaron in, following him and locking the door.

“Spencer.” Aaron sounded stressed and tired. “We don’t have time for another fight and I hate fighting with you anyway.” He sounded close to breaking. “I know I shouldn’t have said what I did and I’m sorry but-”

“Aaron stop talking.” Spencer says in a gentle but commanding tone, and to his surprise, it worked. “I’m not here to yell at you again.”

“Then why are we here?”

“Because I wanted to apologize. I shouldn’t have blown up like I did.”

“I understand why you did. I shouldn’t have assumed. It was wrong of me.”

“It’s my fault that you did. I’ve been distant lately and I’m sorry I worried you. But i swear to you, I’m not hurting myself.”

Aaron was silent for moment. Spencer panicked.

“Aaron?” He whispers.

“Then what is going on, really? Please tell me. I need to know.”

“Please don’t leave me.” Spencer says, his voice thick with emotion.

“Why in god’s name would I do that?”

“Because I fuck up every relationship I’ve ever been in.” Which wasn’t a lot but that’s not the point.

“Spencer. I love you. You know that. I’m not going anywhere.”

“Why not? I know you can do better. Like with Emily or-”

“Yeah I’m going to stop you right there.” Aaron says, putting his hand over Spencer’s mouth and searched for his eyes in the dimly lit room. “If I wanted better, do you think I would have married you after being in love with you for six years?”

“People do stupid things all the time.” Came the muffled mutter.

“Do you really think I regret marrying you?” Aaron dropped his hand away from Spencer’s mouth. He felt his heart break even more.

“Maybe not yet but you will. Everyone always regrets any relationship with me outside of business or friendship. I’m a relationship repellent.”

Aaron puts his hand on Spencer’s shoulder and feels the thinner man’s body tremble with unshed tears.

“Is this why you tried to burn the marriage license?”

“I just….figured if I destroyed it you could be free and could pretend that you weren’t stuck with me. Or we could divorce-” Spencer knew full well that wasn’t how marriages worked but his emotions were clouding his mind at the moment.

“No.” Aaron said sternly. “Being with you is the best thing that’s ever happened to me. Ever.”

“You mean it?” Spencer whispers, sounding unsure.

"I promise to love and care for you, and I will try in every way to be worthy of your love. I will always be honest with you, kind, patient and forgiving. I promise to try to be on time. But most of all, I promise to be a true and loyal friend to you. I love you." Aaron recites, looking into the hazel eyes in front of him. "You are my lover and my teacher. You are my model and my accomplice. And you are my true counterpart. I will love you, hold you and honor you. I will respect you, encourage you and cherish you, In health and sickness. Through sorrow and success. For all the days of my life.In sickness and in health: I promise to take care of you, even when you've over-indulged the night before. For richer or for poorer: I promise not to spend all our money at Nordstrom."

Spencer stares at him before speaking softly. "I promise to encourage your compassion, Because that is what makes you unique and wonderful. I promise to nurture your dreams, Because through them your soul shines. I promise to help shoulder our challenges, For there is nothing we cannot face if we stand together. I promise to be your partner in all things, Not possessing you, but working with you as a part of the whole. Lastly, I promise to you perfect love and perfect trust, For one lifetime with you could never be enough. This is my sacred vow to you, my equal in all things. You have been my best friend, mentor, playmate, confidant and my greatest challenge. But most importantly, you are the love of my life and you make me happier than I could ever imagine and more loved than I ever thought possible... You have made me a better person, as our love for one another is reflected in the way I live my life. So I am truly blessed to be a part of your life, which as of today becomes our life together. I remember once how I told you I did not believe in soul mates. I will never forget your reaction. Shocked and a little hurt that I did not think we were. But as time went by, your love made me believe."

“I meant those words when I said them three years ago and I’ll mean them still, sixty years down the road. I love you Spencer. Don’t you ever forget that.”

“I won’t. I can’t.” Spencer points out. Perks of being a genius with eidetic memory. “I love you too.”

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Life Changes (Ch 2)

Peter looked at the napkin in his hand in shock. He couldn’t believe Tony Stark had given him his number. Of course it could be fake. But what if if it wasn’t? But then again, why would Tony Stark, world famous brain surgeon, be interested in him of all people? He sighs softly and carefully folds it before putting in his pocket. He looks up as Ned came towards him.

“Did you just get flowers and hit on by Tony Stark?” He gaped.

“I...think so? I don’t know.’ “You’re gonna see him again right?”

“I don’t know! Maybe?”

“Dude you have to! No one gets flowers from Tony Stark. You should call him.”

Peter flushes brightly. “You think so?”

“Duh! Come on, maybe he wants a private performance?” Ned waggles his eyebrows.

“I-” Peter snapped his eyes up from the flower he had been looking at. “You think so? But why?”

“Dude just call him.”

“Well I can’t tonight. He just left. I think something happened at the hospital. He got paged.” Peter shrugged. “He’s got more important things to do than hang around me.”

“Don’t talk down on yourself like that. I’ll smack you.” Ned says, slight thumping the side of Peter’s head. Peter swats his hand away.

“Sorry sorry. It won’t happen again.”

“Damn right it won't happen again.” Ned nods. “Now come on. Director wants a team meeting.”

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Tony sighs softly, leaning against the wall. He was exhausted. His patient hard coded and needed emergency surgery. This is what happens when he missed work. Thankfully they managed to save the man, but the surgery took four hours and Tony was running on half an hour of sleep and a Red Bull. He musters a smile as he makes his way to the patient’s family.

“Doctor Stark.” A frazzled looking black haired woman calls. “How is he? Jermey? Is he okay?”

“Jeremy is just fine. He is sleeping now. We had quite the scare with internal bleeding but we caught it and fixed it.” Tony smile is a little more real now as the woman’s face broke into tears of relief.

“Thank you. Thank you so much.” She moves forward and hugs him. Tony, used to this reaction, hugs her back.

“It’s my pleasure.” He whispers. He lets her hug him until she lets go and he pats her arm. “Have a good night.” He smiles once more before heading to an oncall room and collapsing on one of the beds. He pulls out his phone and checks his messages.

Received Unknown Number: Hi. This is Peter. I’m not sure if this is really your number or not and if it’s not, I completely understand. It’s not a good idea to give your number to random strangers at fancy parties…….Anyway. I just wanted to say thank you for the flowers, they are beautiful and I’m glad you enjoyed the show.

Tony couldn’t help but chuckle at that. He looks at the time. Half past three AM.

Sent Unknown Number: I’m glad you liked them. Beautiful flowers for a beautiful person. I hope to see you again soon. Either on stage or in a more private setting.

After sending the text, Tony saved the number to his contacts. He didn't expect an answer, as it was so late. He instead pulls up youtube and puts Peter’s name in the search bar. A list of videos popped up and he clicked the first one. It looked like an audition video. Peter was dancing around with a huge smile on his face and singing “Lay Your Love on Me”. He was dancing around with a girl who was pretty cute, with a pixie like face. The whole performance screamed sexy. But that was the nature of the song after all. The video was interrupted by his phone buzzing with a new text message.

Received Peter: That would be nice. I’m free tomorrow...well today technically, if you are.

Tony reads the message with a smile. He pauses the video and switches over.

Sent Peter: What are you still doing up young man?

The reply came less than a minute later.

Received Peter: I couldn’t sleep and I am getting ready for my next audition. And besides, I’m 25. I’m not a ‘young man’. What are you doing up?

Tony laughs, laying on his back.

Sent Peter: You care a kid compared to me. I just got out of a surgery. What are you working on?

Received Peter: How old are you? The same one that made you leave earlier?

Sent Peter: I’m 50. And yes. It was a pretty long surgery. What are you working on? Can I hear?

Received Peter: Do you really want to? Don’t you need sleep?

Sent Peter: I’m fine. Don’t you?

Received Peter: Sleep isn’t coming again.

Tony smiled sympathetically. He got that.

Sent Peter: Can I hear what you’re working on?

Received Peter: Sure but can I call you? The recording doesn’t do it justice. Neither does over the phone but it is better than an mp3.

Instead of answering, Tony called him. Peter answers on the first ring.

“Hello again.” Tony smiles.

“You sound dead on your feet.”

“It’s nice to hear you too.” Tony couldn’t help laugh. “I’m not on my feet if that makes you feel better. I’m laying down in an oncall room.”

“Are you on call?”

“Not any more. Don’t worry. So what are you working on?”

“Well I'm trying to figure what song to audition with in two days.”

“Well tell me about the part you’re going for and maybe we can figure it out together.”

“Well I was looking at playing William Shakespeare in Something Rotten”

“Shakespeare?”

“Yeah. See the musical is a parody of sorts. It’s about this guy, Nick Bottom who is writing the first ever musical and he and Shakespeare are rivals.”

“Alright. Tell me about this Shakespeare character.”

“In a few words, he’s a cocky asshole.” Peter says bluntly. Tony laughs at this.

 Tony’s laugh sounds musical to Peter’s ears. He smiles and tucks his legs under him as he settles on his bed.

“It’s true!” Peter laughs himself. “I need a song that shows that I’m better than everyone.”

“What about “Vehicle” by Ides of March?”

“Hm...maybe.”

“Well let me hear one of Shakespeare’s songs and we can compare it.”

“Okay hold on.” Peter gets up and goes to his laptop, pulling up the karoke of the song ‘Hard to Be The Bard’ and starting it. He dances around a little as he waits his entrance.

“My days are so busy it's making me dizzy There's so much I gotta do There's lunches and meetings and poetry readings And endless interviews Gotta pose for a portrait and how I deplore Sitting there for eternity Then it's off to the inn where my innkeeper friend Wants to name a drink after me Then it's back to my room, where I resume My attempt to write a hit Just me and my beer and the terrible fear That I might be losing it And it's hard It's hard It's really, really hard So very very hard I make it look easy but honey, believe me It's hard It's hard It's so Incredibly hard So inconceivably, unbelievably hard It's hard to be the bard] Honestly, I don't know how I do it. There's only so much of me to go around I've got so many fans with so many demands I can hardly go take a piss Be it theater freak or the autograph-seeker They all want a piece of this It's a cross that I bear, I'm like Jesus, I swear It's a burden but I suffer through it It's all part of the game, the trappings of fame But somebody's gotta do it And I know, I know, I gotta go And get back to my pen and ink Oh don't make me do it Don't make me go through it Can somebody get me a drink? 'Cause it's hard Cause it's hard It's hard It's really really hard It's sexy but it's hard This bar that I'm raising To be this amazing! It's hard It's hard It's so Annoyingly hard So unavoidably, un-enjoyably hard It's hard to be the bard, baby Ugh. I know writing made me famous, but being famous is just so much more fun. You see... What people just don't understand Is that writing's demanding It's mentally challenging and it's a bore It's such a chore To sit in a room by yourself Oh my god, I just hate it! And you're trying to find an opening line Or a brilliant idea and you're pacing the floor And hoping for just a bit of divine intervention That one little nugget, that one little spark Then Eureka! You find it, you're ready to start So now you can write, right? Wrong! You're not even close, you remember that damn it Your play's gotta be in iambic pentameter! So you write down a word but it's not the right word So you try a new word but you hate the new word And you need a good word but you can't find the word Oh where is it, what is it, what is it, where is it? Blah-blah-blah, ha ha, ah-ah -UGHHHHHHH!-” Peter stops to take a breath and hears Tony cracking up.

“That is amazing!” Tony takes a breath. “The song. Its beautiful. I already love the character.”

Peter smiles widely. “Yeah?”

“I definitely need to go see this now. I really hope you get this part.”

Peter feels a little swell of pride.

“Can you do ‘Vehicle’ next? I’m sure it’s perfect I just want to hear it in your voice.”

Peter flushes a little. “Yeah sure. Hold on.” He types into the search bar and spins around in his chair as he waits. He nearly falls off his chair when the trumpet line blares through the speakers.

“You okay?”

“Yeah I’m good. Just a little spooked-” He cuts off as the words start and he starts to sing along.

“God damn kind. You’re voice is angelic.” Tony says with a groan.

Peter blushes brightly again and looks down at the phone in his hand.

“Thank you Dr. Stark."

“Tony.”

“What?”

“My name is Tony.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“I get off at six. Wanna grab dinner?”

“That sounds like fun.”

“Great. I’ll see you there.”

“I can’t wait.”

“Can I make one more request?”

“Sure.” Peter says, stretching out and popping his joints.

“Sing me to sleep?”

Peter nearly dropped his phone. Tony Stark wanted him to sing him to sleep?!?

“You don’t have to if you don’t want to. I know it’s a weird request-”

“I’d love to sing you to sleep.” Peter smiles and makes his way back to his own bed. He thinks for a moment before starting to sing ‘A Lullaby for a Stormy Night’. It didn’t take long for Tony to fall asleep and Peter was out soon after.

Monster of Frankenstein by Mary Shelley: “Accursed creator! Why did you form a monster so hideous that even you turned from me in disgust? God, in pity, made man beautiful and alluring, after his own image; but my form is a filthy type of yours, more horrid even from the very resemblance. Satan had his companions, fellow-devils, to admire and encourage him; but I am solitary and abhorred.”

Monster of Frankenstein in pop culture: (unintelligible moaning)

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