AN: Hey All, I promise you I haven't given up on any of my stories. I've just been very very busy. Not only that, I don't watch the show anymore. So it is a tad harder to get back into the headspace I need to be in to write. That being said, I will try and do better and getting these updates out. I'm genuinely sorry for it being so long between updates. I really really promise to try and do better.

Thank you for always sticking by me and reading these stories. It means a lot.


Derek woke with Penelope wrapped around his body. It was still dark in the cabin.

He wasn't sure if it was night, or if the storm was still realigning its ugly head. But, with Penelope in his arms, he didn't really care.

Feeling her move, he glanced down at her. She was sleeping soundly with her arms tightly around his waist. She clung to him almost as if her life depended on it. He'd be lying if he said he didn't like it.

Peeling his eyes from her, Derek looked to the ceiling and did his best to make sense of the events that had transpired. If anyone had told him a week ago he'd be in bed with Penelope Garcia after not only hearing her past but also spilling his own he would have laughed in their face and then probably punched them.

Yet, here he was.

And somehow, in all the years since everything had happened, he'd never felt more at peace than he did right now.

"Mornin'," Penelope said as she blinked her eyes. "Wait, is it morning?"

"I don't know," Derek answered honestly.

Penelope starched along his body causing heat to rise inside of him. When she looked into his eyes, she looked dazed. "I don't think I have ever slept so soundly before."

Funny. He felt the same way.

Penelope pushed herself to the seated position, even in the dark of the room, he could see her cheeks heat. "I'm sure you'd rather be back in your own room. If you just leave me some candles, I'll be okay." She turned away from him.

"I don't think so." No way. Not after what they had shared. He wasn't ready to fully go into it, but he was damn sure he wasn't going back to whatever they were before.

Instead, Derek let his body take over. He reached for her, pulling Penelope to him before kissing her.

Pulling away her eyes held surprise. "Wh-what now are we kissing buddies?" she asked.

He shrugged. "Maybe."

Penelope moved out of his grasp. "I don't think that's wise."

When she looked into her eyes, it was as if he was punched in the gut. There was so much hurt confusion and vulnerability there. "Pen…"

She turned away. "We were ruled by our emotions before."

He stared at her. Her face was turned, the way she let her hair hid her features. Even in the low light of the candle, he could see her wringing her hands together. He saw the shame in her. That's when he put two and two together. "I'm not him. Nor will I ever be him. Penelope, last night I told you things about me I never tell anyone. I imagine you did the same with me. Yes, our emotions were high, but I can guarantee you I don't do anything without meaning it." He watched her as his brain started working overtime. "You don't trust me."

She snapped her head towards his.

XXXX

"It's not that I don't trust you, Morgan." Penelope straightened her back. God what was wrong with her. When she woke up in Derek's arms, she hadn't known what had come over her. It was all too new and too fast. Just yesterday she was ready to murder him. But now… Now she was stopping herself from kissing him.

Kissing Derek.

Derek freakin' Morgan.

That would have never registered in her mind, even for a millisecond before, but yet….. She closed her eyes trying to make sense of everything.

"They why are you pulling away from me?"

She stilled, pushing his words away.

With her eyes closed, she was transported back to the accident. The smell of blood filled her nose. The sound of the broken cars echoed through her head. She mindlessly reached for her arm holding it to her body as the pain slowly seeped into her all over. This happened from time to time. Especially after a power outage. It usually would take her hours to register it was all in her mind.

She felt herself being moved. When she felt a thumb brush against her cheek, her eyes opened. It only too her a few seconds to realize where she was.

She was back in Derek's lap.

"We don't have to talk about it," he whispered. He pulled her arm away from her body before lowering his head to kiss it.

Penelope watched as Derek brought his head back to hers and stared into his eyes. She'd never had someone so caring about her past. And the fact that it was Derek Morgan still blew her mind. Then there was his horrible past.

She never knew the person she despised the most could be just like her.

She scolded herself. Here she was falling apart from her tragic past, all the while his was just as bad. If not worse. Not only did he see his father murdered, he was abused.

Derek didn't have an irrational fear of the dark, no. Instead, he took what happened to him and chose to fight evil.

AS she fought herself to regain her composure. She felt more tears slip down her cheeks.

"I'm broken," she whispered into the still of the room.

Derek cupper her chin in his hands. "I'm broken too."


AN: Once again I am so sorry it's been so long. I promise to be better at updates. A lot of things have happened in my life, and I'm still trying to make sense of everything. I have not given up. There will be more.