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Fandom: Criminal Minds
Rating: PG
Summary: "Nothing says romance like sending your boyfriend into anaphylactic shock."
Disclaimer: I don't own Criminal Minds or any of its characters.
Pairing/Characters: Morgan/Reid established relationship
A/N: Written very quickly as part of the M/R Valentine's Day Challenge over at
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Happy Valentine's Day!
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"The flowers were nice."
"Don't."
Reid cocked his head innocently. "Don't what?"
Morgan sighed, leaning forward heavily, his forearms resting on his knees. "Don't try to make me feel better about all this, baby boy. I messed up."
"How could you have known?" Spencer asked, his mouth twisting down slightly as he spoke. "I never told you I was allergic to strawberries. Only Hotch and Garcia know, and that's just because it's in my records."
Derek's expression turned somewhat bitter at the mention of the tech goddess, a small flare of jealousy at the thought of the romantic evening she and Kevin were no doubt enjoying at that very moment. He shook his head, watching as the nurse checked Reid's chart. Someone had strung colourful paper hearts around the walls of the hospital room, cheerfully beckoning in the holiday. Morgan couldn't help but feel like they were mocking him.
"I should have told you what was in that sauce before I fed it to you." He'd spent hours preparing that sauce, and the accompanying panna cotta, as a special dessert for their homemade dinner. He'd wanted everything to be perfect for their first Valentine's Day together.
In retrospect, he should have known something like this would happen; nothing about their relationship had been perfect, or even typical. Their first kiss had awkwardly taken place across the front seats of a Bureau SUV following Morgan's close encounter with a gun-wielding hostage-taker. Their first real date had almost resulted in the burning down of Morgan's house when Reid insisted on helping with the cooking. And their six-month anniversary had been marked by Spencer nursing two cracked ribs from a fall down a flight of stairs at a raid. From Derek's perspective, rushing his young lover to the hospital in the midst of a romance-induced allergy attack seemed like a pretty fitting Valentine's Day for them.
That didn't make him feel any less guilty about it, though. He sighed again, reaching out to grasp Spencer's hand on the bed. "I'm sorry, pretty boy. I really screwed up. I wanted to make tonight special for you."
"It was special," Reid insisted, the corner of his mouth quirking slightly. "I'll never forget it."
Derek raised an eyebrow. "Even without an eidetic memory, I doubt many people would forget being driven by ambulance to the hospital on Valentine's Day."
Spencer shrugged, conceding his point.
Morgan glanced up at the door just in time to see a man dressed as Cupid being rushed down the hallway on a gurney. The nurse had told them they weren't the only case of Valentine's-mishaps in the ER that day. Somehow, being lumped together with a drunken singing-telegram and two cases of food poisoning didn't make Derek feel any better.
"It was still pretty romantic," Reid commented after a moment, his voice soft.
The older profiler huffed a laugh. "Yeah. Nothing says romance like sending your boyfriend into anaphylactic shock."
"Histamines have to be released into the blood stream for Type 1 allergy-induced anaphylactic shock to occur," Spencer informed him, his voice taking on that familiar scholarly tone, even if it was a bit scratchy. "In my case, it was only mild respiratory distress and contact dermatitis - I'm still not sure it required a trip to the hospital."
"That's not what the paramedics said."
"They were being cautious." Spencer dismissed, leaning back against the pillow, his smile small and thoughtful. "Still the best Valentine's Day I've ever had."
Derek shook his head affectionately. "I guess we'll have to fix that next year," he said.
Reid's smile widened considerably at this remark, no small feat considering the minor swelling that still remained around his throat and lips. Derek couldn't get over how tiny he looked in the hospital gown - like a little kid trying on his dad's clothes.
"It's just a shame all that food had to go to waste," the genius commented, still looking quite pleased.
"Yeah," Morgan sighed, preferring not to think about it. "I guess Clooney'll be eating well tomorrow."
"But not the chocolate," Spencer insisted eagerly, a grin breaking over his face again. "He can't eat the chocolate, so we still have that."
Morgan shook his head, smiling in disbelief. Despite the fact that Derek was the reason he’d spent the last two hours being poked and prodded by paramedics and doctors alike, the younger profiler had managed to maintain a relatively optimistic - if not eager - attitude about the whole event. He’d been nothing but cheerful ever since he’d arrived home to find the surprise dinner waiting for him. Morgan thought back on all of the women he’d dated over the years – how big of a deal they’d made about having the ‘perfect’ Valentine’s Day, how upset they’d been when things hadn’t gone according to plan. And now, here Morgan was, fussing over the details, when Spencer couldn’t have been happier with the simple gesture of an evening at home and a romantic dinner for two, however disastrously it had all turned out. How did he ever get so lucky?
"You are something else, you know that, kid?"
Reid gave a lopsided smile. "But you love me."
Derek nodded, reaching over to give the younger man's hand a squeeze. "Yeah, I do."
Fin.
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Date: 2009-02-13 05:32 pm (UTC):D
Thanks for the fun fic!
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Date: 2009-02-13 05:32 pm (UTC)I have to admit I'd be a bit miffed about having to go to the hospital ;)
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Date: 2009-02-13 05:37 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 05:38 pm (UTC)Thanks for reading!
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Date: 2009-02-13 05:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 06:12 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 06:39 pm (UTC)Loved the boys characterizations and somehow I can just see them being dysfunctionaly functional. *sighs*
Lovely fic. And I have strawberry cravings now, hmmm.
P.S I admire anyone who can write fluff. For me it inevitably ends up cliched in the worst possible way *facepalm*
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Date: 2009-02-13 06:43 pm (UTC)Gotta run or I'll be late for class, but I'm eagerly looking forward to reading this, okay? And I'll have more to say when I do!
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Date: 2009-02-13 07:05 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 07:17 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 07:21 pm (UTC)It reminded me my best friend's wedding - she got food poisening and spend her honey moon at the hospital with an old night gown and vomiting like crazy. There were some other guests (not me, luckily) but she was worth because she only ate the cake that had the foul cream. I guess Reid and Morgan would have something like that too on their weeding, lol.
I loved this sweet fic.
:D
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Date: 2009-02-13 07:46 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 07:47 pm (UTC)Thank you, though. I'm glad you enjoyed it!
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Date: 2009-02-13 07:47 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 07:49 pm (UTC)I'm glad you liked it! Thank you! *g*
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Date: 2009-02-13 08:04 pm (UTC)I LOVE that you have Morgan call Reid "baby boy". Why this isn't happening on the show is beyond me.
Also, Reid so would be allergic to strawberries, their Valentine's Day would be like this, and Reid so WOULD be cheerful throughout.
Really, this was just entirely perfect -- the plot, the dialogue, the characterizations, all of it. Lovely, lovely, lovely. AND I'M GOING TO SQUEE ABOUT IT TO MYSELF ALL NIGHT AT WORK, SO MANY, MANY THANK YOUS FOR THAT.
♥♥♥
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Date: 2009-02-13 08:10 pm (UTC)Thanks again! I now return to packing with a smile on my face!
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Date: 2009-02-13 08:15 pm (UTC)OMG you have NO cause for anxiety. NONE. You're a Slash Master, as far as I'm concerned. For srs. This was entirely believable, and both boys were entirely in character, and OMG IT'S THE HIGHLIGHT OF MY DAY. Unless I happen to win the lottery on the way to work, or Shemar Moore & Gubler show up at my door & insist on cleaning the house, half-naked, and feeding me chocolate-covered cherries. IT COULD HAPPEN, YOU KNOW.
And... you know, I am by no means a canon expert, so maybe Morgan really has been calling Reid this and I've just been missing it. Either way, SOUNDS TO ME LIKE A GOOD ENOUGH REASON TO REWATCH ALL OF CM FOR RESEARCH PURPOSES. XD
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Date: 2009-02-13 08:17 pm (UTC)Best.Day.EVER!
(and also, *blush* thank you again. *You're* the hilight of my day, srsly).
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Date: 2009-02-13 08:21 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 09:18 pm (UTC)Have no fear, hon, you owned this slash, seriously.
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Date: 2009-02-13 09:35 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 09:46 pm (UTC)Eh, class was class. A bit dull, not too bad. Having this to look forward to sure made it go by faster, though! ^_^
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Date: 2009-02-13 09:56 pm (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-02-13 10:35 pm (UTC)