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Broken Homes Fix Broken Hearts

Chapter 37

Seeing the hate in her eyes nearly broke him in his tracks, but he couldn’t stop to comprehend anything. He had to get away from her to keep her out of danger, no matter how much it was killing him inside.

Without thinking, he drove. He let his mind go blank and somehow, 15 minutes later, he was at Spencer’s door. “Hey kid, can I stay here for a couple days?”

“Yes, of course,” Spencer replied, opening the door and stepping back to let him in. “Shouldn’t you be with Juliet? What happened?” Spencer wasn’t great with relationships, but Derek looked miserable. Something was wrong.

“I-I can’t talk about it. Can I just stay here while I figure things out?”

“Again, sure.” The psychologist in him begged his brain to prod Derek for answers, but his friend was in pain. “Make yourself at home.”

That was two days ago. He’d walked into the apartment, taken a seat on Spencer’s couch and stared off into the distance trying to figure out what to do. He’d barely moved.

But the universe took this inopportune moment to send another complication Derek’s way. His phone rang. It was Garcia. They had a case.

He heard Spencer pick up in the other room and quickly inform Penelope that he was on his way in. Derek just lay there, letting the phone continue to ring. The idea of picking it up, of going to work seemed...unimaginable.

In part he just wanted to wallow, to be allowed to sit in his own sorrows without the rest of the world creeping in. But, in his heart of hearts, Derek also knew he would be a detriment and not an asset if he went back to work now. As much as that hurt, knowing he couldn’t do his job, it was nothing compared to the suffering settling into his head and heart in the wake of losing her.

He hadn’t slept. Every time he tried to close his eyes, the look on her face as she’d walked away kept him awake.

Everything reminded him of Juliet.

The stack of books on the coffee table. The sound of running water as he washed his hands. His own face in the mirror.

She was everywhere and nowhere and in that, he was lost.

“You staying here?” Spencer asked as he hung up with Garcia.

All Derek could do was nod. “I’m no good to you right now.”

Spencer could see that. It was fairly obvious. “I know, but,” he hesitated, grabbing his go bag and slinging it over his shoulder. “I hope you know that whatever it is that’s going on, you can tell me. I won’t tell a soul if that helps.”

The corner of Derek’s lip twitched up. He couldn’t risk it. He didn’t want to put his kid brother in danger too. This was bad enough as it was without bringing the team into this mess. “I know, kid. Go save the world. I’ll be back soon.”

Spencer swallowed hard against the lingering uncertainty and closed the door behind him. For a profiler, he was having a very difficult time figuring out what was going on in his friend’s mind.

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“Miss Juliet?” Jefferson piped up from the other side of the desk. She looked up, only then realizing she’d stamped the same book three times.

“I’m sorry Jefferson. Now you’re book has extra stamps, for good luck.” Juliet gave a smile that didn’t reach her eyes and handed over the book. Jefferson waddled off to the children’s section once again to start reading his new lucky book. She stirred herself from the fog that had taken hold as best she could and went back to work, checking the book requests currently on file.

Her little ones hadn’t noticed yet but Juliet was a sight for sore eyes in the view of any adult. Dark circles hung under her eyes. They were bloodshot. And her nose still felt stuffy from crying. After finding resolve to get to the bottom of what was going on with Derek, she had jumped in head first with calls and texts and emails. At one point she even stuffed a letter in the mailbox at the post office.

Nothing.

Just silence and a growing sense of dread.

While the kids had their quiet time, she headed back through the fog and toward the computer, checking to see what books she had to pull from the shelves and for whom. A few of her regulars were going to be coming in soon for their weekly book - man, did she wish she had more time to read - but there was one patron coming in whose name was a surprise - Spencer.

Considering Derek didn’t have an apartment anymore since he’d moved in with her, in all likelihood, he was staying with Spencer. He wasn’t responding to any of her messages, but if she could slip something into the book Spencer was taking out maybe he could get it to Derek. It was her only chance. Something was very wrong, and she wasn’t about to give up on him. What he claimed just wasn’t him anymore.

Quickly, she took her phone out and snapped a picture of the book title, checking online for a copy of it; she would need to destroy the book and the book-lover in her couldn’t do it to one already on file in the library.

If Derek didn’t answer her this time, she wasn’t sure he ever would.

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8pm rolled around at an alarmingly slow pace but finally Juliet was out the door and headed home.

It didn’t really feel right to even call it that in the absence of the man who had transformed it into one many moons ago. But there was no time to waste on waxing poetic, she had to destroy some ancient poetry to preserve her own verse of potential happily ever after.

For the second time that day Juliet did something she’d never thought possible; she walked into a massive chain bookstore and willingly bought a volume of poetry that was available just blocks away at a free, community-oriented, public library. It made her shiver. In her line of work, corporate bookstores were evil, but she also couldn’t destroy a library book if it wasn’t necessary, so she relented and hoped she wouldn’t burst into flames upon entry. Under any other circumstances she wouldn’t have even set foot inside, but desperate times called for even more desperate measures.

Surprisingly that was the most difficult phase of her totally impromptu mission. Mission Impossible movies wanted everyone to believe that the only people in need of burner phones were the unfairly attractive super-spies and their nemeses. While Derek Morgan was built like a Greek god, this was no globe-trotting Bond adventure and Juliet was sure as hell no one’s Pussy Galore. It was less sleek, sexy action movie sequence and more a perilous hail-mary with no gorgeous sports car in sight. Rotten Tomatoes would not have scored it highly.

Surprisingly all it took was a wad full of cash and some small-talk with a convenience store owner named Earl and Juliet was walking out of the MiniMart with a nondescript burner, no gold-plated spy ID necessary.

Unfortunately, she wasn’t the Road Runner so she couldn’t get back to her house in the blink of an eye, but she did the best she could, slamming the door behind her so she could participate in the sacrilegious act of defiling a book in the confines of her own home. It made her physically ill to think about, but living without Derek or living with regret was even worse.

With the utility blade from Derek’s toolbox, she dug into the pages, hollowing out enough to safely bury the phone inside. Her previous determination to do anything to save her relationship faded into a hollowness that settled into the middle of her chest when she realized what she was using. The man she loved pervaded every aspect of this house. House - not home. Not as long as he was absent. She allowed herself to wallow for a moment before banishing all doubt and sadness from existence. Juliet had learned from the best personal superhero around so it was time to become her own.

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“Hey Morgan? I got this book out of the library. It’s a book of pieces by Ovid, the Roman poet.” Spencer explained from his spot in the kitchen.

Derek didn’t look up, just continued staring into the couch cushions. “That’s nice kid.” He sighed.

“Well, yes, it would be. If it wasn’t defaced. Pages have been cut out and...there’s a phone it in. Along with a message. This looks like Juliet’s handwriting actually. She must have seen the request in the inter-library loan system and gotten this to me. I think it’s for you.”

Just hearing her name hurt. All the things he’d said. All the tears they’d both shed. He couldn’t get her face out of his head. “What?” He reached out for the book, taking it tentatively from Spencer’s hand as if it were a ticking bomb that might explode at any moment. “This is her handwriting.”

Most of the book had been hollowed out, but a section at the top of one page was highlighted, her handwriting scrawled underneath.

Fortune and love favor the brave. The passage read, before her words covered up the rest.

I think Ovid might have been right. So this is me trying to be brave, for the both of us. I don’t know what happened but I know something must be wrong, because you promised I would be stuck with you forever. And Derek Morgan is a man of his word. If you’re reading this, call me. Please. Whatever it is we can figure it out as long as we’re together. Be brave my love.

-Juliet

Without a word, Derek swallowed against the lump in his throat. Spencer had already left the room, wanting to give him the privacy he so obviously needed right now. As he pressed the button to dial, his heart raced.

One ring.

Two-

A third ring didn’t come, but silence did. “Juliet?”

A sob wrenched through her body when she heard his voice. She knew he was lying. She knew he wouldn’t do that to her. She’d been right. “Derek?”

“I’m here,” he breathed. “I’m so sorry, I-” His voice started to shake, the look on her face when he’d broken things off burning into his brain. Honestly, he wasn’t sure he’d ever forget it.

Juliet stopped him in his tracks. “What happened? Why did you walk away? I know you were lying, but why?”

Leaning back into the couch, a tear fell from his eye. “Someone is threatening me. When my mom got sick? That was him. I thought it was a prank or something, but it wasn’t. And then I got another call saying I had to break it off with you and if I let anyone know, you, the Bureau, my family, anyone...he said he’d kill you. Baby, I had to walk away. I had to-”

“I know,” she breathed. The sense of relief she felt was akin to feeling the weight of the world leap off her shoulders.  The tears kept coming as she tried to speak. “It’s okay. Everything is going to be okay. We will fix this, Derek. We have to. God I just- I just miss you so much.” Juliet broke off, a sob taking over for words.

Derek felt himself beginning to weep. He hadn’t let himself feel it in so long for fear of losing himself to it forever. But she was here. He could hear her voice. And it was all too much.

They both just stayed there like that. Listening to the other cry on the other end of the line, knowing that their love was there. That this was real.

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Nicknames :: None really at the moment- unless you count ‘asshole’ as a nickname lol

Gender :: Male

Sexuality :: Straight

A Song I Associate With Them :: Call Me Devil; Friends in Tokyo

3 Important Relationships :: Lauren Kinley (friends briefly then things take a bad turn); Kasey Kersey (I guess you can say they have a complicated past); Sweet Pea (straight up enemies- they totally hate each other)

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Kevin Tran

You met Kevin when you met up with the Winchesters in their newly acquired bunker. Being around his age, you made easy conversation with him. He quickly explained how he knew the Winchesters and how he used to be in Advanced Placement. You chuckled, stating your love of science and history. At that, his eyes lit up. In an odd way, you two started the nerdiest conversation you had in months. Dean and Sam entered the kitchen to this. Dean was confused as anything while Sam cleared his throat. Grinning, you teased the two on keeping a new friend from you. Dean teased saying that you two in a room would lead to a back alley doomsday device. Given how both you and Kevin slyly grinned at each other, you proved his point. You gave the boys a hunt and asked if you could do some R&R in the bunker. They agreed. Within the hour, the brothers were heading out on the hunt. You turned back to Kevin with a smirk, where you launched into another nerdy conversation. Kevin was a bit relieved, feeling a bit normal again. You stayed at the bunker for two weeks. For the most part, it was just you and Kevin. Needless to say, you grew to know each other even more. He’d catch you reading books within a single day. When he saw you reading Harry Potter, he asked what house you were in. “Gryffindor!” you called in your attempt to mock the Sorting Hat. “Ravenclaw,” he stated plainly. After your little vacation, you made it a point to call Kevin when you could. A couple times, you ran into the Winchesters where Kevin would be with them. You’d hug the brothers before winking at Kevin. Both Sam and Dean found you two adorable together, so refrained from teasing. If someone could be happy while being a hunter, well who were they to take that away?

Spencer Reid

Derek always seemed to groan when you and Spencer were together. The two of you on the same case created fun facts galore. A couple times, Derek teased saying how you two could be your own unit. Of course, this earned him two cheeky grins. Aaron would always thrown in his support as well, calling you a dream team. Outside of work, you two would hang out as often as you could. You’d sleep over sometimes and he’d do the same. There were lower energy days where you’d both be reading something. Of course, by the time you were done with one, he was done with five or six. He was also the only person who you were completely open about with your anxiety/depression. You assured him it didn’t overly affect your work, but that only strengthened his resolve to check in with you. Unlike people from the past, it wasn’t a pity check. He really wanted to make sure you were doing alright. He knew the job well enough that everyone had their nightmares. You were sure to do the same for him. For safety reasons, you kept it quiet that you were dating (outside of your team). Strauss didn’t even know. That way, you both figured, it’d be harder for any unsub to get at the other through the one. You did, however, enjoy going to the Harry Potter convention together. You both had invited Penelope as well but she ‘forgot’ when it was. (of course she was giving you both some alone time) Regardless, you took pictures for her and bought her a fancy themed mug. It was definitely one of the best dates the two of you had.

Draco Malfoy

He found you singing quietly in the corridors. It was one of those nights where you couldn’t sleep. So, instead of being completely rambunctious, you sang a lullaby to the paintings you passed. Draco, as you passed their common room, heard you singing as you walked by. He was immediately enthralled with the sound. What he didn’t see were your little theater movements you had been improvising. When your voice faded, he snuck from the dorm and kept a good distance behind you. He just wanted to hear you sing some more. Eventually, he had to give up because he couldn’t hear you anymore. The next day, however, he paid slightly more attention to you. He made eye contact several times, greeting you with a head nod. During a study period, you plopped down next to him with a questioning face. “Why the sudden interest in me?” “You must be imagining things.” “Oh, so you didn’t follow me around last night?” “…’course not.” You chuckled, knowing he was lying. You formally introduced yourself, explaining that you liked to sing when you couldn’t sleep. The two of you got to know each other a bit more. Surprising even himself, he found you incredibly fascinating. He enjoyed how your eyes lit up when you spoke of something you loved doing. Within a short period of time, you two were close friends. You often met in the Room of Requirements to let Draco ease up (he was always so tense). You’d read, or sing, or do little theater dances. You got to see an entirely different side to Draco. He wasn’t mean or teasing anyway. He didn’t even mention anything about bloodlines. He was himself. That was something you’d treasure forever.

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Broken Homes Fix Broken Hearts

Chapter 35

After having a few much needed drinks over at Rossi’s place, Derek and Juliet got an uber back to their house and fell asleep. When they’d first arrived, the sinister call weighed on him, but as the night wore on and he consumed more and more alcohol, he figured he was probably just overreacting and it was a prank call or something.

His mother and sisters had come into town on short notice to celebrate their engagement, so after getting an uber back to Rossi’s place to pick up the car, they would head to the hotel to eat at the restaurant downstairs. “Ready?” He called out toward the bathroom.

Juliet emerged wearing a deep purple t-shirt, black blazer and jeans. It didn’t matter what she wore, she always looked stunning. “I’m ready.” She noticed the dreamy look in his eyes and blushed. “See something you like?”

“Always,” he chuckled. “Let’s get going. Mom’s going to lose her mind when she sees you with the ring up close and in the flesh.”

They headed downtown to the Hamilton, one of Juliet’s favorite spots. His sisters and mother were waiting by the front door. For the second time in very recent memory, she found herself crushed into a hug.

���Sarah, Desiree, Fran. It’s so good to see you all!” Juliet exclaimed, smiling.

Fran shook her head. “Oh please, you can call me Mom. You’re family now.”

Juliet blushed, ducking her head shyly. “Not officially yet.”

Derek’s arm snaked around her waist. “Are you planning on being a runaway bride?” He teased

She shook her head emphatically, eyes dead serious as she stared at him. “Not a chance. You promised I was stuck with you, Derek Morgan.”

His sisters awwed before stealing Juliet away to begin discussing the wedding. As they walked inside, Derek fell into step behind them with his mother. She was beaming and holding back tears.

Derek nodded, sighing softly. “I know. I wish he was here too.”

After they all shed a few tears, they asked for a table and were quickly seated in the corner of the restaurant. With the excitement of the engagement and of course the talk of the upcoming wedding, they all built up quite an appetite, so they ordered some appetizers to split, and a couple drinks to keep them occupied while they waited for their entrees.

“Oh my god,” Sarah mumbled. “These are so good. I want to eat five of these servings for a meal.”

Juliet laughed. “That’s why I love it here. All of the food is amazing.”

“And speak of the devil,” Fran laughed. “Our entrees are here.”

With the plates placed in front of them, the conversation died down, allowing for full mouths and yummy noises instead. Just 10 minutes into the meal, Derek noticed his mother wiping her brow. “You okay, mama?”

“Yes,” she said, pushing her plate away. “Just a little stomach bug, I guess. I’ll be right back.” Juliet rose as well “I’ll come with, I could use a bathroom.” She shot Derek a quick look before following Fran.

The older woman only made it a few steps before staggering. Juliet stabilized Fran with her arm while Derek and his sisters rushed over.

“Mama!” He exclaimed, looking down to see her face starting to turn a dark red. “Someone call 911!” Derek yelled out across the restaurant, hands shaking as he held his mother’s face in his hands.

The next few moments went so quickly, and so slowly, that Derek felt as if he was seeing the same scene in slow motion and fast forward at the exact same time. All that registered was a pair of paramedics, the wail of sirens, and Juliet’s hand in his. Somehow they arrived at the hospital and immediately his mother was rolled away behind a set of heavy wooden doors on a gurney.

Gone.

Just like that.

When he felt a hand on his back, he spun around quickly, tears in eyes. “Sorry,” he said, wiping his eyes with the back of his hand. “Sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” she replied. “I’m here.”

He wrapped his arms around her and took a deep breath, trying to steady out his thoughts.

“You don’t have to be strong, Derek. It’s okay to let go.”

As he thought about what was happening to his mother on the other side of those doors, a sob escaped him, only muffled by the soft waves of Juliet’s hair.

The minutes passed into over an hour, during which time Derek, Sarah and Desiree were pacing the halls wondering what the hell was going on. Juliet did her best to stay strong for the family, but she couldn’t get anyone to give her information on Fran’s condition.

Finally, a doctor emerged from the doors where Fran had disappeared just 60 minutes earlier. “Fran Morgan?” The three of them ran over, peppering him with questions before Juliet told everyone to breathe so the doctor could talk. “I’m Dr. Goldstein. Your mother is okay. Although her diagnosis is puzzling.”

The three Morgan children breathed a sigh of relief before asking the obvious. “What happened to her?” Sarah asked.

Dr. Goldstein looked at the charts, as if double checking his information. “Your mother had cyanide in her system.”

“What?” Desiree exclaimed.

Sarah began a barrage of questions. Where could it have come from? Why would someone poison their mother? None of it made sense, but it immediately clicked in Derek’s mind. Whoever had been on the other side of that phone call hadn’t been kidding.

And just like some sick twisted clockwork, his phone started to ring. Taking a step back while his sisters and Juliet continued speaking with the doctor, Derek picked up the phone.

“You son of a bitch.” He growled.

The voice on the other end chuckled. “What’s the matter Agent Morgan? Did you not like mommy’s welcoming present? I thought it was quite impressive.”

“I’m going to kill you.”

“Well that seems a bit extreme. I did give you fair warning. There was a way to keep all of this from happening. And you ignored me. Poor listening skills really ought to be listed on your performance review alongside Unit Chief Hotchner’s glowing assessment of your adaptability in the field Agent Morgan.”

Derek froze. This wasn’t some random guy sitting in his house. This person knew details that the general public didn’t have access to, he could specify points from his performance review. He had inside knowledge related to the BAU.

“Helloooo?” The voice trilled mockingly “Anyone home? If so, please deliver this message: I’m giving you one more chance Agent Morgan. End things with your pretty little fiance or more bodies start dropping, including hers. And they won’t get off as easily as dear old mom.

He could feel his blood start to run cold at the words. All he could see was his mother laying there strapped to a gurney looking like a broken ragdoll. His sisters, his team, the love of his life in that same spot over and over and over again.

His jaw tightened as he spoke. “You will get what you want for now, but make no mistake...I will make you pay.”

Immediately, he hung up the phone, not wanting to hear another damn word out of his mouth. With his head swimming in possibilities, he walked back over to his fiancee and sisters.

“So, our mother will be able to leave in a few hours?” Desiree asked. They were still confused, but above all else they were just glad she was okay.

“Yes. Once we figured out what was wrong, we had her inhale a dose of amyl nitrate and right now she has an IV of sodium nitrate. One of my nurses will probably be switching the IV over to sodium thiosulfate next and the combination of the three of them will clear any of the poison out of her system.” A doctor’s work was never done, but at the relieved smiles of the women in front of him, he returned it and left them to take in everything he’d just said.

Juliet hugged Sarah and Desiree, who’d practically collapsed into her shoulders in relief. “Thank god she’s going to be okay.”

“Of course,” Sarah breathed, her voice shaky, “But how did this happen? Did it happen at the restaurant?”

Derek knew the answer and he couldn’t say anything. If he did, he’d risk their lives. “She’s gonna be okay. We’ll figure it out.”

Juliet was still holding his sisters. With a sad smile, he stepped toward them and gathered them all into him. He looked down at Juliet and tried desperately not to start sobbing. How was he supposed to do this to her? How was he supposed to look the love of his life in the eyes and call things off?

Desiree sighed heavily but nodded. “Dr. Goldstein said we can see her now. But only two at a time.”

“You and Sarah go ahead. Juliet and I will wait outside, see if there’s any more news.”

His sisters faded away down the hall while Derek braced himself to say the words he had never imagined crossing his lips.

Right now he wished he was the one in that hospital bed, or worse. If only to save her from this.

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for anyone you want (: ☾ - sleep headcanon ■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon ♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon ♒ - cooking/food headcanon

I’m gonna do this for Darvannah since I’ve got them on the brain right now. 

☾ - sleep headcanon:

So ever since they met, Sav and Daryl have shared a tent. They share a room at the CDC, share the truck bed on the road. But they never touch, it isn’t until it starts to get cold on the farm that they actually make contact in their sleep. Daryl doesn’t notice, but it means the world to Sav, and she tries to play if off like it’s whatever. (bonus: Glenn and Rick wrestle it out of her and tease her when she gushes about it.)

 ■ - Bedroom/house/living quarters headcanon 

Going back to the above, Sav and Daryl have always been in a space that was theirs, but gave them their own room. So as their relationship progresses, the need for separation starts to dwindle, and they end up sharing more and more space together. 

♦ - quirks/hobbies headcanon 

Sav likes to force Daryl to read. She’ll find all her favorite books as a kid and grab them on scavaging missions, and he’ll be able to understand her mind just a little better. (The first one is The Princess Bride, btw.) 

♒ - cooking/food headcanon

Daryl hates Sav’s cooking, but she tends to purposely mess things up because she likes watching him as he skins and cooks meat from their hunts. His attention to detail and the ebb and flow of his arm muscles always mesmerize her. 

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[sgtbuckyybarnes]

Because you're adorable and kind and a lil'ray of sunshine who I love talking to

Aaaahhh ilysm!!! And right back at you lovely ❤️

[jewishbarbies]

35, 40, 45?

Thank you!!

35. average time you fall asleep?

I can't tell if this is how fast I fall asleep or how long I stay asleep so i'm gonna say both: it takes me like 1-2 hours to fall asleep and I average about 6-8 hours of sleep a night

40. weirdest thing to ever happen at your school?

I was homeschooled lol so the weirdest thing to happen was probably my chair breaking and hitting the floor while I was in it

45. which genre: sci-fi, fantasy or superhero?

usually I gravitate more toward superhero!

weird asks

[literallyprentissstwin]

so this year i´m gonna be really cheesy ahahahhahahahhahah