A/N: Woohoo! Sequel! YAY! Thanks so much for all of the wonderful reviews for "Meet the Family" guys! I hope you enjoy this one too!
This is… Part four in my Morgan/Reid series… the first part being "Even a Small Degree of Hope" the 2nd "Across the Sky in Stars" and the 3rd "Meet the Family" If you guys want the list in order, it's on my profile page, just scroll down and look for it.
This one will be more angsty than the previous stories, just to let you know, and yes, Reid's father will be intrinsical to the plot… I'm giving you fair warning: he does not come out smelling like a rose, guys. I hate Reid's dad and it shows…
WARNING: Morgan/Reid slash; maybe some language; some mild/moderate violence
"Everyone who has ever built anywhere a "new heaven" first found the power thereto in his own hell."
- Friedrich Nietzsche
Ch. 1: Spencer, I Said I Was Sorry
"Spencer, it was just a question!" Morgan argued, his eyes blazing angrily. It had been three months since he and Reid had gotten together and they'd avoided any sort of real argument in that time. He supposed it was bound to happen eventually…
"How could you possibly think that, Derek?" Reid almost shouted, looking hurt. "You know I wouldn't do that!"
"Well then tell me what's going on. You've been acting very secretive lately, Spencer. I just want to know that you're ok."
Reid scowled, "So secretive automatically means I'm using drugs?" He half growled. "Derek, you might be my boyfriend but I am entitled to some privacy!"
"I didn't say that you weren't, I just worry about you -"
"Well don't!" Reid snapped. "I'm fine. Incase you're not aware of this, I happen to be an adult. I can make my own decisions without any input from you."
"Spencer!" Morgan clenched his fist, biting down hard on his lip. "I never said that you couldn't. I was just worried about you. You've been acting weird for a couple of weeks and I just -"
"Just what? Assumed that because I had a problem before, I'd be stupid enough to do it again?" Reid interrupted. "Don't you trust me?"
"Of course I do, Spencer! I just want to -"
"Obviously not." Reid snapped, on the verge of tears now. He hated arguing with people. Especially with Morgan, but … to have his addiction thrown back in his face like that hurt more than he was willing to admit. "If you trusted me you wouldn't have accused me of doing drugs again!"
"I didn't!" Morgan insisted. "I just asked if -"
"You asked if I had been using. You might as well have accused me of it."
"Well how else would I know if you didn't tell me?" Morgan demanded. "You haven't been telling me much of anything lately. What's going on?"
"Nothing is going on, Derek." Reid snapped. "I'm not keeping things from you and I'm certainly not using again. You want me to be tested to prove it?"
Morgan sighed, "No, Spencer, I just want to know what's wrong -"
"I keep telling you that nothing is wrong!" Reid snapped. "I'm fine. You're the one who seems to have the problem, assuming that there's something wrong because I spent a few nights at home. News flash, Derek, I have a life apart from you!"
"I never said you didn't!" Morgan protested. "I -"
"I trust you," Reid continued, glaring at him, grabbing his bag and throwing it over his shoulder. "Why can't you trust me?"
"Spencer!" Morgan ran after the younger man as he flung open the apartment door and walked briskly to his car. "Spencer, wait!"
"Just leave me alone!" Reid snapped when Morgan caught his arm at the car. "I don't want to talk to you right now, Derek."
"I said leave me alone, Derek." Reid snapped.
Morgan sighed and let his hand drop from Reid's arm. "Fine… I'll call you later."
"Don't bother." Reid muttered, climbing into the car and driving away. Morgan stood there for a few minutes, watching until the rickety old VW was out of his sight, then he turned and walked back to his apartment angrily. He wasn't sure if he was more angry at himself or at Reid…
He felt like a terrible person for bringing up drugs again, but Reid had been acting weird for a about a week and a half now and he was starting to get worried. He didn't know what to think and he'd talked to Garcia about it, but she didn't know and Prentiss didn't know either. No one else at the office knew about their relationship so he wasn't sure where else to turn…
He sat down on the couch and closed his eyes, pinching the bridge of his nose. "Damn it." he muttered to himself. He was an ass…
He opened his eyes and they fell on a framed picture of him and Reid that had been taken a month earlier at his mother's house on Christmas day, after they'd opened their presents. The frame had been a gift from his mother, the words "Together Forever" etched around the sides with smaller words reading "Live, love, laugh" intermixed.
Reid looked so happy, holding his collectors' edition of the Lord of the Rings Trilogy set… and he glanced down at the watch around his wrist… Reid had gotten it engraved with their initials and the words "I love you" were underneath it in twisting cursive. He sighed again and shook his head. He hoped he hadn't messed things up too terribly this time. Maybe Reid would forgive him… Eventually…
Reid slammed the door to his apartment and threw his bag down on the floor, not even bothering to put it in the closet where he usually left it. He could feel angry tears burning his eyes and tried to tell himself it was because he was mad at Morgan, but that wasn't true. He was mad at himself for lying to him.
He hadn't been using, of course, and it had hurt when Morgan asked him if he had been… but that wasn't the problem. The problem was him. He had been acting different. Ever since he'd gotten the phone call from his father almost two weeks ago…
"Spencer, hey… It's… it's your father."
"Dad? What do you want?"
"I… I want to see you, Spencer. It's been a long time and … I've got some things to make up for." William paused, "I want to apologize. Can I come see you?"
"Why can't you just apologize on the phone?" Reid wasn't all too eager to see his father again.
"Son, I'm serious. I… I know I screwed up, but I'd like a second chance. Can't you give me that much? Please?"
Reid closed his eyes and thought about Morgan, about the one secret he still hadn't shared with the man… If his father came, he would surely find out the truth. "I … Dad I'm busy."
"Just for a few days, Spencer." William insisted. "I want to get to know you."
"So talk to Mom. She knows me." Reid hadn't really meant to sound so angry, and he instantly regretted that. His mother shouldn't have to deal with William's pestering either…
"Son, please." William said, "I won't stay long. I'll even stay at a hotel if you don't want me at your apartment I just… I want another chance to do what's right."
Reid almost snorted. His father never did what was right… "What brought this on?" he asked.
"A father can't just want to be closer to his son?"
William sighed heavily, "Alright… there's an annual Father-Son camping expedition at the firm and… it was yesterday. I saw all of the other father's with their kids and … I just wished I had gotten to do that with you."
"I wouldn't have wanted to."
"Spencer, I … I know I was… pushy sometimes when you were a kid, but I only did it because -"
"Because you loved me?" Reid snapped. "Pushy isn't the word I'd use either."
"Spencer," His father sounded angry then. He took a deep breath and sighed, "Look, I really want to … to attempt to make up for all the pain I put you through. Please, son."
Reid closed his eyes, "Fine. You can stay for a few days."
"Great… I've got a few days off the week after next. I'll call you then, Spencer."
"Yeah, great…" Reid muttered, already wishing he hadn't agreed to let him come…
Why hadn't he just told Morgan that his father was coming? Why hadn't he just told his father no? He didn't want to see the man. Not ever again. He sighed and looked down at the coffee table, a card sitting there on top of it. Morgan had given it to him a few weeks ago for their three month anniversary. He sighed, feeling guilty again.
Maybe if he told him now, it would still be alright. He picked up his cell phone and started to call him when he realized he had a voice mail. Biting his lip, he listened as his father's voice started talking through the speakers.
"Spencer, it's your father. It's about 10 in the morning. I tried to call you at home but you didn't answer. I'm on the plane now. Uh… If you're not there to pick me up, I do have the right address, right? The plane should be landing in a couple of hours… I'll see you soon."
Reid groaned. He glanced at the clock and realized it was almost one thirty now. The plane had probably landed by now. He sighed and started dialing his number, before he was interrupted by a knock at his door.
Sitting the phone down he hurried to the door and pulled it open, half expecting to see Morgan and disappointed to see his father standing there instead. "Spencer!" William smiled, an awkward, forced smile, and hesitantly reached out to hug his son. He quickly corrected himself, however, and held his hand out instead.
Reid stared at it, chewing the inside of his cheek before turning and holding the door wider, motioning for him to enter. William sighed, shaking his head and walking inside, lugging his suitcase behind him. "This is nice…" he commented, following him into the living room.
"I suppose…" Reid agreed. "The guest room is down that hall," he nodded, "I'll show you later."
William nodded and sat the bag down, "I tried calling you but -"
"I wasn't at home and my phone was on vibrate." Reid interrupted, pressing his lips together.
"Ah…" William nodded again, his eyes casting around the room. "You always did love to read…"
"Yeah, I did." Reid said, sighing. "Dad, what are you doing here? Really?"
"I told you, Spencer. I want to make up for -"
"For what? Ruining my entire childhood?"
"Spencer," William's voice hardened. "I know I made some mistakes, but -"
"Mistakes?" Reid's voice raised slightly in pitch. "Dad … mistakes can be fixed. You can't fix what you did."
"Son, please, I just want to… to be the father I should've been."
Reid stared at the man, "You weren't much of a father before you left, how can you be one now?" he asked.
William blinked, "That's not true!" He snapped. "I did the best I could, Spencer. Your mother was sick and you… I never understood you. You didn't want to do anything normal kids did. I didn't know what to do, what I did wrong that made you -"
"Are you saying there's something wrong with me?" Reid snapped, angry now.
"No! I just…" William sighed, his fists clenched. He close his eyes and took a deep breath. Reid studied him warily, remembering things that should've been forgotten. "I said I wasn't going to do this…"
"Do what? Get angry? Dad, you're always angry about something." Reid said, "At least… you were when I was younger."
William stared at him, shaking his head. "Spencer, I'm sorry. I know I … I let my temper get the better of me sometimes, but I didn't mean to -"
"To what?" Reid demanded. "To hurt me?"
William closed his eyes, "I shouldn't have done those things, Spencer. I didn't… I didn't know what else to do -"
Reid's voice cracked, "So you beat me?" he whispered.
"I… Spencer, I said I was sorry."
"What if sorry isn't good enough?"
E/N: BANG! Yes, William's a child abusing jerk.
This isn't over yet guys… Morgan and Reid still have to make up and … William's got to "make up" for what he did…
Also… I'm considering writing a sequel for "Haunted" If any of you read that and would like for me to write one, let me know! These stories just don't want to be over yet, I guess. They keep nagging me for more, lol.
(BTW, I won't be able to update until AT LEAST January 3rd! The 17th is my last day of school and then I'll have no access to a computer unless a miricle happens! I'm gonna try to update again tomorrow and Friday if I can! Super sorry guys!)
Don't forget to review! Sorry for cutting you guys off there, the rest of the conversation will be in chapter two!