A/N: Another winner of my still open poll! (grins)

This one's ALMOST seen daylight a million times, ya know? But until now it always lost the poll with one of two votes. Now it's FINALLY time! (smirks)

WARNINGS: SLASH, language, some adult themes (but as you can see from the rating nothing too graphic)… Ya know, for one of my stories that's a rather short list! I'm not growing soft, am I? (frowns with worry)

DISLACIMER: Why, oh WHY, are you forcing me to type these words again and again? (cries openly) I still don't own a damn thing. Dot. Now excuse me as I go and bawl my eyes out…

Awkay… (shivers) This is always nerve wrecking for me, so let's get to it. I REALLY hope that you'll enjoy this one!

The Summer with Matthew

The Crash

June 7th, 2013

Everything was so very loud that Derek Morgan groaned, squeezing his eyes as tightly shut as he possibly could. Voices talking, clattering… What the hell was going on? He just wanted to sleep, damnit!

"Sir!" That male voice… Was it talking to him? Who…? "Sir, I need you to open your eyes. Look at me."

Derek sure as hell wanted to see who'd sneaked into his bedroom in the middle of the night. That's why he forced his eyelids to inch ever so slightly although it made him feel like someone had plunged a knife through his skull. He shuddered and hissed, almost closing his eyes in an instant. Where did that storm of pain come from to his head and eyes?

Whatever he expected to find, it most definitely wasn't a medic of his age with shortcut, unruly dark hair and blue eyes staring back at him. There was a grim look on the man's face. "Sir, Derek, stay awake. You hit your head quite badly. We'll be taking you and your friend to a hospital as soon as we've made sure that his condition is stable."

Derek's eyes widened at that, defying the massive wave of pain such a dramatic gesture caused. If he hadn't been laying down he would've most definitely fallen. His head felt like it'd been swelling and about to explode.

A… friend? What…?

And then he remembered.

He and Dr. Spencer Reid had left work together, just like they did almost every day. They didn't exactly have to hide the true nature of their relationship any longer. They'd been a couple for almost two years under the eyes of extremely skilled profilers – of course their team had found out. None of them had seemed surprised when the truth came out. Although Derek still wished that it'd been under different circumstances. It'd happened with him giving Spencer a jealous, extremely drunken kiss during David Rossi's Christmas party after seeing a tender moment between the genius and Jennifer Jareau. To his credit, he had the decency to apologize to both of them when he'd finally sobered up.

Derek frowned upon noticing how difficult it was to keep his head on track. Did… that guy just say that he hit his head? What had he been trying to focus on before his thoughts strayed…?

The medic's expression was that of worry. He felt a very unwanted hand on his shoulder that snapped his head right back into focus. "Derek, you were involved in a car crash and you've got a concussion. You need to stay awake for a little while, alright?"

Derek's breathing turned slightly more rapid while panic began to take over. His eyes widened once more while more pieces slid to place. The puzzle was almost complete, now.

Spencer… He'd been in the car with Spencer. They'd been arguing over which one's apartment they should stay in for the night – it was the about hundreth time they fought over the matter. Derek came to the conclusion that there didn't have to be such arguments any longer. And that's why he finally made the question he'd been so damn afraid of.

/ "Spence… What if we'd only have any place to stay in?

Spencer's mouth hung open for a moment as the man stared at him with wide, disbelieving eyes. At the moment it was easy to remember why he called the man his pretty boy. "Are you… asking me to move in with you?"

Derek never got the chance to reply. Because just then Spencer screamed, and he turned his head just in time to see a tree trunk that'd fallen directly to the road, blocking their path. With a yell he attempted to hit the breaks but never made it. There was a crash before everything turned black. /

Derek began to hyperventilate without even noticing it. Tears of terror and crushing guilt filled his eyes. At the moment only the medic's stone hard hold kept him still.

Spencer…! What the hell happened to Spencer? Where was he? Was he alright?

/ "We'll be taking you and your friend to a hospital as soon as we've made sure that his condition is stable." /

NO! No, no, no…!

All of a sudden there was movement. Apparently he lay on a stretcher because he was elevated and wheeled away. The medic looked directly at him, trying to give him a tiny smile. He probably should've been worried by the fact that he heard only bits and pieces of what the man said. "… hospital, now… alright… don't worry…"

Derek felt tears of frustration and pain on his cheeks. He would've spoken if his lips would've co-operated with him. His fingers squirmed restlessly.

Didn't that guy understand that he didn't want to go into a fucking hospital when Spencer was still missing? He needed to see Spencer! He needed Spencer!

But no one understood that. And soon he was already in the ambulance. Seeing his distress and clearly misunderstanding the cause the medic took something and injected it to him before he could do a thing to protest.

"… help with the pain…"

That was the last thing Derek heard before all became black once more.

All that fit into his aching head, however, was Spencer.

"That's it, Mr. Morgan. Open your eyes for me."

Derek frowned, not entirely sure if he was still dreaming. The female voice… Whose was it? Where the hell was he?

And then he recognized the sterile reek. That seemed to activate his memory. His heart began to race while his eyes flew open, so fast that he startled the nurse who'd been talking to him. "Spencer…", was all he managed.

The nurse, a young woman with lively green eyes and long black hair that'd been pulled to a ponytail, was a true beauty. She looked even prettier when she smiled. 'Susan', her nametag revealed. "You got a concussion and a quite nasty bruise from the seatbelt but you'll be fine. Unless any complications occur we'll only keep you here overnight for observation. Your partner's concussion is slightly more severe. He also sustained a broken wrist and a blow to his stomach that worried us for a moment. There's no significant damage but we'd like to keep him here for a couple of days, just to make sure. You two are both very, very lucky." Perhaps it was the concussion talking or just pure relief, but Derek almost chuckled at Spencer being called lucky. If only the nurse knew… She nodded to the left. "I think he's just waking up."

Far more eagerly than his head approved of Derek looked towards the gestured direction. In a couple of seconds a smile found its way to his lips. A stone fell from his chest.

Spencer was sleeping right there, only a couple of steps away. It hurt to see the bruises on the man's face and the injured wrist, but at least his pretty boy was there. Alive, only sleeping.

"I'm giving you two some time alone", Susan announced, then cast a pointed look towards him. "Take it easy, understood? No getting off the bed." With that warning she left the room. Obviously she didn't know Derek Morgan at all.

As soon as she was out of the picture Derek pushed his aching body up, wincing and hissing at the waves of headache and dizziness that came over him. As soon as he'd recovered a little bit he turned cautiously, throwing his legs out of the bed. He took a couple of deep breaths when the world spun violently.

Get a grip, Derek, he hissed mentally. It's only a couple of steps.

He looked towards Spencer and needed no further coaxing. His legs were pitiably weak but eventually he reached his goal. He took Spencer's good hand and squeezed tightly, desperately.

Derek liked to think that Spencer felt him, because in a matter of seconds the man's eyelids fluttered. He winced when the younger man moaned in pain, his forehead wrinkling with obvious agony. He squeezed Spencer's hand just a little bit more tightly. "I know that it hurts, baby. But you need to open your eyes, okay? You've been sleeping long enough."

Spencer obeyed although the eyes opened only barely. At first the glassy look in them scared Derek but most of the haze disappeared after a couple of blinks. Spencer frowned again, licking his lips. The man's eyes examined him. "Are you… okay?"

Derek nodded with a smile. Typical. "Just banged my head. Don't worry about me, okay?"

Spencer's frown deepened. "You… don't look like… you're fine."

Derek snorted, rolling his eyes. His thumb rubbed soothing circles to the back of Spencer's hand. "How the hell am I supposed to be okay when you're laying there?"

Ignoring his words or perhaps not even hearing him, Spencer sank into his thoughts for a moment. Then the genius' eyes widened, filled with anxiety and guilt. "What… What time is it?"

Derek frowned, throughoutly confused. Why was Spencer so worried about the time all of a sudden? He glanced towards the clock on the room's wall. "It's… almost eight p.m. My guess is that it's a Saturday evening." They'd definitely slept for a while. He was glad that it was weekend and none of their friends had most likely been called. They would've just been startled.

The panic in Spencer's eyes grew. The man tried to get up but pain pushed him right back down. "I… I have to get my cell phone, Derek. Please. I need my cell phone. Mattie… He always calls at eight on Saturdays and Tuesdays. Please…"

Cold filled Derek's whole body while those words sank in and his mouth went completely dry. He let go of Spencer's hand without even noticing it. NO, he tried to tell himself. There was no way in hell Spencer could…! It took ages before he managed to gather enough air to force the words out. "Spencer… Who the hell is Mattie?"

Tears filled Spencer's eyes that were suddenly clouded with something beyond terror. The words that came were the last ones Derek had expected. "My… My son." The agent took a deep breath, like a drowning man, then tried again. "He's my son."

TBC, OR NOT?

A/N: Talking 'bout a shocker, huh? (sweatdrops) Hands up if you think that Morgan will take this well. (looks around) Uh… No one…?

Oh boy… It's scary to start a new fic. PLEASE, leave a review! Let me know if this is worth continuing at all. I want to know what you think before I dare to let myself fall in love with this 'lil thing. (gives puppy's eyes)

Whatever your thoughts are, thank you so much for a reading this far!

Take care!