Aftermath

Notes: So this was finished. I kinda got this idea and I wanted to right it. I thought about posting it as a new story but since it is a direct continuation of this one I didn't. Perhaps I'll remove the chapter later and post it as a new story. I am going to change this to in progress because I think I want to write another chapter. If I change my mind well then I will change it to complete, although I kind of left the end open. We'll see. Maybe if the reviews are good I'll be motivated.

"Breanna." He waited and still not response. "Breanna."

"Hm."

"You need to wake up."

"My head hurts." The aching became more painful as her mind began to clear and she began damning him for waking her.

"I know." At this point he'd had enough of waiting for her to wake and pulled her up by her shoulders. "Sit up."

The sudden movement brought a wave of nausea over her and she struggled not to lose her stomach. "Reid stop." She dropped her head into her hands and squeezed her eyes shut in an attempt too block out the light. It wasn't until she felt his fingers move her hair did she open them. From her bent position her eyes met his bare stomach. Then his fingers brushed over her scalp and she winced. "That hurt."

"I know. You're bleeding." Reid grabbed the towel and pressed it to her head and straitened up. "Your head wasn't this bad. What happened?"

"It was healing." Breanna put her hand over the towel and winced at the pressure. When he let go and stepped back she looked up at him. "Before, I had a tendency to heal rather fast. Now…." Breanna sighed. "I don't."

"Do you need to go to the hospital?" When she shook her head he spoke again. "I would probably agree. But considering waking you up was like trying to wake the dead I might be open to the idea."

"Right. So I fell? And then what about the huge gash on my chest that is also hurting like hell now?"

"For the love of…" Reid kneeled down in front of her again. "Lift up your shirt."

"No!" Her own voice was too much for her head and she couldn't help but wince.

"Trust me, I don't get turned on by half naked girls with blood and possible concussions." She glared at him but he didn't care. "Now let me see your chest."

"Asshole." Breanna mumbled but did as he requested. He'd only seen her naked onceof times and it was in the past couple of days. She still was uncomfortable around him. With one hand it was difficult to lift up her shirt so when he sighed and grabbed the hem to pull it up she tensed. But his eyes didn't seem to be fixated on her breasts.

"It isn't too bad." Reid dropped her shirt and thought about making a comment about her breasts to lighten the mood, but after the reminder of the wound on her head and the deep gash he couldn't bring himself to. Although the force that wounded her chest had been invisible it looked like someone had taken a knife to it. "Your head. What did it hit?"

"Just the wall I think." Breanna lowered the towel from her head and looked. There was only a little blood which brought her some relief.

"What about your lip?"

Breanna brought her fingers to her lip. It didn't feel very bad but she remembered the taste of blood. "Oh." He raised his eyebrows expectantly, waiting. "He slapped me." He didn't say anything and just stared at her. She expected a little concern, but not the steel blank look. She was about to question him when the mirror in the room shattered. She jumped and looked at the falling glass. The sound of more breaking glass made her turn her head to find the lamp in pieces. When she looked back at him his eyes flashed and the TV followed. "Stop!"

Reid stood up and sighed. He felt a little better after blowing up some stuff, but it didn't relieve the guilt.

"Thank you. It's just a little unnerving. I mean I know you can, but to see it…." She shook her head. That last thing she wanted to do was sit there and dwell on what he could do. "Are you okay?" She winced slightly as she questioned. Considering that she still wasn't comfortable with where she stood with him and his most recent outburst she was a little unsure about questioning him.

"Fine. Your Tylenol?" She pointed towards the bathroom. He dug it out of the cabinet and when he came back she was already holding a bottle of water. "Here." She took it from his handed and preceded to open the bottle. When she was through he took both bottles from her and set them aside. "Why don't you lay back down. I'll clean this up." Reid looked around and frowned. "I'll replace it."

Just as he turned away she called after him. "We can get it later. Will you just come lay with me."

Reid stopped and turned around. "I didn't really feel like picking up glass anyway." She smiled at him and went to stand only to sway on her feet before stumbling. He reached out with an invisible force to steady her before he was able to grab her with his own hands. "Whoa, where do you think you're going?"

"Did you do that?" Breanna shook her head, trying to rid herself of the dizziness. "Grab me before you even moved." He frowned and she knew he had. "You've got to stop Reid. You can't keep-."

"Anyway…sit back down." The last conversation he really wanted to have was her nagging him about the use of his powers.

"I just wanted to see how bad I looked." He frowned again at her. It was a look that she was getting really tired of. When they first met he was full of smirks and sarcasm. Of course she understood they all came pretty close to dying, but she still missed the old Reid.

"Your fine." Reid brought his hands up and brushed her hair behind her ears and smoothed down a few errant strands.

"That was actually kind of sweet."

"I'm not always an asshole."

"No." She said softly. His hands fell away from her hair but settled on her waste. When he pulled her hips against his own her breath came out shakily. "Maybe a little snarky though." One hand slid under her shirt and rested on her back. Breanna rested her hands on his bare chest and slid her hands up. She could feel his muscles tensing under his skin at her touch. Their first time had been somewhat of a blur. She couldn't remember just one thing from there time together. All thoughts of that night disappeared when his lips pressed against hers. She closed her eyes and for a minute she thought she would have fallen as another wave of dizziness took over her. But his arms were tight around her and she didn't even think he realized it. The hand on her hip slid under her shirt, over her ribs and to her bare breast. She arched into him and as she did so the dizziness hit her again, followed by a sharp pain in her head. She gasped aloud and grabbed onto his shoulders as her knees gave out.

Reid tightened his arm around her falling body. "Hey." Her forehead was resting again his chest and he could hear her breathing heavily. "Breanna." She still hadn't made a move to stand on her own. He brought his other hand to the back of her head and tilted it back. Her eyes fluttered open and she looked at him through hooded eyes.

"I'm okay." Breanna straitened out her legs but held her onto his arms just in case.

"And I guess I can't be credited with making your knees go out."

She laughed despite the situation they were in.

"Come on." Reid helped her back to the bed and sat her down. "Maybe later…when you aren't passing out on me."

"Yea." Breanna lay down and curled on her side. "Don't leave."

"I'm not." There was a certain amount of fear in her eyes then. He had noticed the first time when she asked him to lay with him. He wanted to believe that it wasn't Chase she still feared but he couldn't. "He's gone Breanna."

"I know." She looked away from him and closed her eyes, but somehow she couldn't convince herself of that.

"NO!" Breanna sat up and kicked at them. Her body itched all over. "Get off!" She screamed and tried to brush them off of her body. She couldn't see them, but she could feel them crawling all over her.

"Breanna!" Reid grabbed her arms when she started clawing at her arms. She didn't see him though, and struggled against him.

They moved over her skin and then he was on top of her and she couldn't get away. "Get them off!"

She grabbed at his arms and dug her nails into his skin. He grabbed her wrists and brought them together in front of her to stop her from attacking him. Her feet kicked and for a minute he thought she would be able to throw him off. "Dammit." Reid straddled her waste and held her wrists in one hand. "Breanna." Her body bucked up against him but she couldn't move.

"Please don't." She cried out to him. But he held her down. There was no getting away from him. "No."

The fight in her body was giving out and instead she just cried. "Breanna." But she only sobbed louder. He leaned over her and brushed her cheek gently. "Breanna I'm not Chase."

His breath brushed against her face and his hands touched her cheek. "No, no, no." She tried scrambling up the bed but he held her down. "Let go!" She yanked at her hands hard, but his grip tightened.

"Chase is dead. We're in your room remember?" She turned her face away from him and sobbed harder.

"Don't touch me. Please."

"Hey." He brushed her hair out of her face. "Listen to me. I'm Reid, not Chase. There are no spiders Breanna." But nothing he said made a difference. "Look at me." Her eyes were shut tight though. "Look at me!" Her body was still and it took him a few moments to realize he'd done that. "Now calm down." Her breath was shaky and her body shook underneath him, but at least she seemed to be settling down. He wanted to believe it was just a dream but it felt like more than that. It wasn't someone using, but the left over's of a really strong spell. It probably started out as a dream but it turned into so much more. He hated to use on her but it was the only way. "Open your eyes Breanna." Her eyes opened, but her pupils were dilated and he could tell that she really didn't see him. "Now listen. There are no spiders and I'm not Chase." She whimpered and shrunk beneath him. "Uh uh. Calm down." Her breathing slowed again and this time he pushed harder.

The darkness in front of her and the faceless man on top of her wavered for a moment. Was it a dream, or was Chase putting images in her head. Her world blurred again and then seemed to fade away into brightness. She winced at the light at first but when her eyes began to adjust she focused. "Reid?" It was him above her the whole time, not Chase, holding her down while she kicked, screamed, and clawed at him. "Oh no."

Then she was crying again. Reid didn't like crying in the first place, but he'd had his fill of it to last a lifetime. "It's not what you think Breanna. He IS dead. I'd know if someone was using. It was a spell. It was weak and broken. Probably just remnants of the other times he used on you."

She wanted to believe him, but it would take her a long time before she wouldn't look over her shoulder and jump at shadows. "Your eyes. Can you-. Can you change them back?" As much as she hated to admit it, it reminded her to much of Chase. The blackness faded away and she found blue eyes staring down at her.

"Sorry." He released her hands and moved off of her body. "But breaking that spell wasn't easy." Reid threw his legs over the side of the bed, stood up, and turned to her. "Why don't you get dressed then will go over to my room. Tyler's mother, she's some kind of doctor at the hospital. I want to bring you over to see her." She opened her mouth to speak but he held his hand up. "I don't want to hear it. She knows what we are, so there it can't hurt to have her check you out." He walked around the bed and grabbed her hand. "Come on."

Breanna stood up slowly and stood there. He waited expectantly, ready to grab her if she fell. "I'm fine."

"You sure?" When she nodded he released her hand. "Do you need help?"

"I'm fine!" Breanna exclaimed and walked to her dresser. Her head throbbed with the movement but her vision never blurred. After she pulled a few pieces of clothing out she turned to him and was met by a moody glare. "What?"

"I'm going to get dressed. I'll be right back." He grabbed his shirt off the floor and pulled it over his head.

Breanna groaned. "I'm sorry. But you don't have to hover."

At first he wasn't going to say anything and just sat on her bed to pull his shoes on. When he stood up and looked back at her expectant expressions he broke. "Your bleeding from your head, I know it still hurts, you have a knife size gash on your chest, you're passing out, and you're still being effected by Chase's spell and your fine?!?"

"Sorry." She meant it but she was reluctant to say so. As much as she hated it he was right. She was a mess.

"Stop pouting and go get dressed." She glared at him, but didn't respond, and headed to the bathroom.