Warning: Mild sexual content.

Derek was so nervous his body was practically vibrating. He tried to act casual, leaning against the car with his arms across his chest, but really he was just trying to keep himself as still as possible and hold his excitement in.

It had been 104 days since he had last seen Spencer, and that was about 103 days too long. After the early morning call he had received, the kid had only called him 3 more times. The last of which, at 10 am this very morning, had been a request to come pick him up.

The doctor was signing off on a clean bill of health, and Spencer was finally being sent home.

Derek was there – just as he promised he would be. But it had been over 3 months since he and Spencer had last seen each other, and they had spoken less than a handful of times. Yes, they had both made their feelings clear, but Spencer was better now. Did that mean his feelings for Derek had changed as well? Did the kid only rely on him as a form of security? This was one of the reasons Spencer had decided to go to West Virginia, Derek knew. He had to find out if he could stand on his own two feet.

Derek was proud of him. He wanted that for him. But if Spencer now had the strength to walk away from him, and chose to do so, he knew his heart would break.

The glint of the sun on the sliding glass doors blocked his view and every time someone walked out of the building Derek's heart would leap into his throat, and then settle back down into his chest once more in disappointment. He clenched and unclenched his hands around his arms. He couldn't remember the last time he had been this nervous – about anything.

Finally, finally, the doors opened and a tall, thin young man in jeans and a blue button down walked out, a duffle bag slung over his shoulder and eyes hidden by dark glasses. Spencer's hair was longer than Derek remembered, chestnut curls falling almost to his shoulders. Derek didn't have a question in his mind that his feelings toward Spencer would remain the same while he was away, but now that the kid was in front of him he realized just how much he had truly missed him.

He pushed himself off the car and began walking toward Spencer slowly, tentatively, not able to keep the smile off his face. Spencer saw him approaching and a hint of a grin tugged at his lips.

Then, suddenly, the younger man was running toward him, and Derek couldn't help but follow suit. They met at the curb and Spencer had barely dropped his bag to the pavement before he pounced into Derek's arms, straddling his waist and winding his arms around the agent's neck.

Their lips met without a word spoken between them, and Derek felt relief rush over him. He held the younger man close, returning his embrace and his kisses with fervor.

Spencer began to slip from his arms and Derek lowered him gently back down to the ground, his hands seeking purchase in the soft curls of his hair. He was aware that there were a few people passing by, but he didn't pay them any mind. No one else in the world mattered.

When they finally pulled apart, Derek reached up and removed Spencer's glasses, meeting his hazel brown eyes. "I missed you, kid," he murmured.

Spencer smiled, and it was no longer tinged with hidden pain or fear but was genuine, and it made his whole face light up the way that Derek always pictured him. "I missed you too."

"Are you ready to go home, pretty boy?" Derek asked. They both knew that home had entirely different meaning now. It was no longer a place; it was each other.

"Yes," Spencer breathed, leaning in close for another kiss. "Oh, yes."

End