This was prompted to me on Tumblr by multifangirltoomuchfandoms.

The lyric bits are from the song 'Map Of Your Head' by Muse.

Hope you guys enjoy.


I'm sick of feeding my soul

To people who'll never know

As soon as the door closed behind her, Hope asked, "You're sure you don't remember anything?"

"Sorry," Scott shook his head. "But if I do remember anything, you'll be the first one to know."

Hope stared down at her feet, avoiding looking at him, "Thanks."

His brown eyes conveyed so many emotions – sympathy, honesty, sweetness – that she couldn't handle. Scott held her wrists and slowly ran his hands up her arms. Hope looked up at him when she felt him rubbing slow circles on her arms.

"We'll find her, Hope," he offered a small smile. "You deserve to be reunited again and she needs to see the incredible woman you are."

She felt her heart thumping wildly against her ribcage, a sudden heat wave washing over her body, "Scott –"

"It's true," his face got closer to hers. "You are incredible."

Silence floated around them, everything frozen in mid-air, and they stayed like that for split of a second, gazing into each other's eyes. He leaned in and Hope's eyes lulled shut, anticipation descending down as his moisty breath tickled her lips, getting closer and closer. She breathed in sharply when his lips touched hers, her whole body completely frozen under his grip.

She was thankful for the fact that he was still holding her because when he gently nibbled on her lower lip, Hope's legs quivered just a little and her heart painfully tightened out of a desperate craving, making her almost moan into his mouth.

And then they heard the door creaking open.

Hope's brain changed into auto-pilot mode and she pulled her lips away from Scott's, her eyes immediately meeting the floor, and then the ceiling. Dear Lord, she hadn't yet mended things with Hank and he had already caught her red-handed kissing Scott.

"When did this happen?"

"Nothing's happening," she immediately said, her eyes shutting close out of embarrassment.

"Whoa, hold on," Scott shot Hank a suggestive look, as if the man would ever be pleased with having seen him sticking his tongue down his daughter's throat, "Something is kind of happening."

Shut up Scott! Hope's glare screamed.

"Well, if that's the case, shoot me again."

Hope can barely hold her smirk.

"Yeah, I don't know whatcha doin', grabbing me and kissing me like that. I'm – I'm a little surprised myself."

Seriously? She looked at him, her expression of pure disbelief. Like he'd ever believe it!

"I have to get somewhere. I see you later, Hank." He looked at her, shaking his head, "Really, Hope?"

Now she didn't know if she'd bite her lip and feel shy or if she'd punch him in the face.

"Scott?" Hank called in a raspy voice.

"Yah?" he responded, continuing to walk down the stairs. Stopping or walking back weren't options on the table – Hank, or Hope, could punch him.

"You're full of shit."

"Oh yeah!"

God, I hate him! Hope thought. She hated that she was starting to like him.

I saw a liquid control

That gives life to a soul