Before they were One
These chapters will be switching in-between characters and the events won't be any chronological order. The years will vary and by the end (I'm kind of thinking that this will be like a 20 odd chapter story, all of them will come together). Enjoy : - )
Disclaimer: I do not own Scorpion or any of its characters. I'm just a massive fan that likes to write!
6 years before Scorpion
The wind smacked her on the bike helmet harder than ever before. Racing through the streets of Los Angeles always calmed her nerves. She begun to apply more pressure on the gas pedal to get away from all her worries as fast as she possibly could. The satisfying thrill of the speed building up was stopped when she noticed the flashing red and blue lights and herd the impatient screams of police officers demanding her to slow down.
"Not good!" was all she said but she didn't slow down.
Gallons of adrenaline pumped through her body faster than the speed of her motorbike. Her brilliant mind swiftly begun to analyse the fastest route back to her buddy's workshop. The active machine swayed in multiple directions and her knuckles were turning as white as paper from the constant force that was pressured on them. Her simple escapism has now turned into a local car chase with sounds of backup sirens echoing in her ears. She turned her bike to enter a silent alley which allowed her to slip away from the vehicles that were nearly closing in on her. The alleyway brought her some time and allowed her to reach her destination quicker. Riding out onto the open road from the darkness of the alley, the sunlight blinded her and once her eyes adjusted she saw the rusty building and firmly tried to halt her machine. The tires screeched horribly and the force of the breaking threw her forward, making her hit her stomach violently. She ignored the sudden burst of pain and thudded her bleeding knuckles onto the large metal door of the old workshop. The door opened almost immediately and the dark figure let her in before helping her haul the bike behind her. The mysterious man dressed in a dull hood locked the door behind the Asian woman who had now taken off her helmet and stood in complete silence. The sound of booming sirens came closer but after a few minutes faded into the background as the cops continued looking for the reckless driver on the Yamaha motorcycle. The neighbourhood once again fell almost silent.
"This is the fifth time this month Happy!" screamed the angered man as he pushed the girl's machine onto the hard floor.
"I know, I know chief. But it won't happen again I swear" replied Happy, yearning for forgiveness.
"You say that all the time Hap. You're putting this whole place in danger coz when the cops find ya… I'll have to pay the price too. You know I can't afford that with this place barely making enough to feed the dogs, let alone us."
Happy begun to feel agitated and hating this new emotion that she couldn't control, she begun fussing over her precious motorcycle. The garage that she was in belonged to her friend Jordan but know to all as Chief. He was a mechanic who she met whilst being in care. Ever since they met, Jordan had been allowing Happy to help him out in the garage that he claimed after his dad passed away and had no other family. Once Happy had turned eighteen and was finally able to leave care, and not be hunted down each step that she took, he took her on as a full time worker in exchange for accommodation, food and a bit of money on the days that paid more. She was thankful for his support as so far he was the only caring human being in her life. He was the only one that has never let her down and she was forever in his debt for that.
She begun to scrabble through her tool box and set about moderating her prized possession, which she once found in a junk yard, so that it would be ready for another speedy runaway. The tattoo dressed man circled around her and thought deeply about what to say next until he coughed to get her attention and begun to speak.
"Listen Happy. You know that you've been a great help and everything these past few years and I couldn't have done it without ya…honest. It's just that with you getting a bad reputation with the cops and all and the neighbourhood getting more mechanic shops built. Well. To put it straight. I'm gonna have to let ya go… It's nothing personal. I just can't handle supporting ya anymore."
His words struck her like a million bullets that pierced through all of her hard work that had gone into creating a bullet shield to protect her from any more pain. She turned around from her oily hands to look at yet another traitor that brought her hopes up and smashed them against the ground. He saw the disappointment in her eyes and was preparing himself from her blast. He knew her too well. It came.
"What the hell are you talking about? Problems with the cops? Should I remind you who was in prison three times and served community service countless times? I have worked by ass of for you and now you just want to forget about that and send me on the streets with barely any money? Are you kidding me?"
Her anger poured out of her body like blood from a fresh wound. Each hard metal in sight was used as a javelin. Screwdrivers, nuts and bolts flew across the already messy workshop but none were aimed at Jordan. She didn't harm people. Although they always harmed her.
"Chill Happy. This ain't gonna be easy for me either. Look the shop is gonna be closed soon so I won't have money or a job. I can fix you up with some of ma mates that could get you started and as for cash…I…I'll give you all I've got in the cash register. Please Hap I never wanted this to happen this way. You're gonna be able to find a job in mechanics in no time with your skills. I mean you're a mechanical prodigy so who wouldn't want to take you on? Don't take it in a wrong way. Think of it as a fresh start" he smiled trying to calm the woman who had momentarily stopped letting out her anger to listen to what he had to say.
Happy was definitely not an expert in positive thinking so that didn't calm her worries. The black haired woman agreed to take the offered money that turned out to total only $56 and 18 cents. Jordan laughed uncomfortably and begun digging into pockets of unwashed overalls and denim jackets to find any more coins or forgotten dollars. The mechanical prodigy didn't want to wait. She left her friend silently grabbing her tool box, satchel contain all of her belongings that she never bothered to unpack and her leather jacket. Mounting her Yamaha and placing on her helmet, she took one last glance of the garage that had served her as her home for the past two years. Having minimum emotion she rode out of the shop without taking a single other glance in that direction.
This was kind of short I know but I have a week of school so the next chapter will be up soon. I will return to Happy's story after doing the other four team members (I'm probably not doing Cabe unless you can convince me otherwise). Review and wait for the next chapter which will probably be Paige as I can't wait to write her one!