"Don't work to late, Walter." Paige said over her shoulder as she and Ralph exited the garage. Walter paused in his work as he watched the Mother and son close the garage door. He wanted to say something to Paige's retreating figure but didn't couldn't bring himself to say anything.
Recently he had been administrating feelings towards the young Mom and he wasn't sure what they were, let alone how to express them. Toby would call them feelings of attraction but Walter didn't feel emotions. Or at least he thought he didn't. Recently he was beginning to doubt this. After Megan's recent passing his thoughts had gone to her last words. 'Don't be afraid to love', she had said but how could he love when he still wasn't sure what it meant. Frowning, Walter debated on asking Toby about this but immediately eliminated it. His feelings weren't something he felt comfortable discussing with the physiatrist.
A message beeped across Walter's phone, once more distracting him from the work on his laptop. Paige, a small smile stretched over the genius' lips. I mean it, Walter. Walter could feel his smile widen and thought about the softness of Paige's hands in his own. She used lavender hand cream, stinking up the van as Toby put it.
He had told Paige he would try to fight his nature, try to follow through with what Megan had asked him to do. And holding Paige's hand had been the first step, watching the rocket fly away with his sister's ashes. Looking at his laptop, he found the screen as blank as it had been when he started. Maybe Paige was right. It had been a long day for all of them and Walter was tired. More tired than he had been in so long.
Switching the laptop off, Walter glanced around the loft, satisfied with the state of things. Nodding to himself as he saw the mess Toby had left, a motorbike engine sitting on Happy's desk and Sylvester's organised one. Maybe it was the tiredness switching his EQ on or maybe he was finally learning. Either way, Walter walked upstairs to the lift with a smile on his face that night. Something he didn't think could be possible after his sister's passing.
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A loud bang woke Walter from his sleep. Rubbing his eyes, the genius glanced around finding darkness greeting him. Frowning, Walter glanced at his phone. No missed calls or texts. Getting out of the bed, Walter walked to the door that separated his own apartment with the garage. Another bang froze Walter in place as his brain whirled with questions about who was downstairs. If it was of the team, they would have phoned or at least text and Walter was positive none of them would make this much noise. Even Toby was considerate when coming in late at night.
A burglar then. Walter might be able to scare the burglar off but he had left his equipment in the garage and Walter wasn't exactly intimidating. The most efficient solution would be to call Cabe and wait for the federal agent.
That might have worked if not in that moment a gunshot resounded in the garage. The burglar, who Walter was starting to realise wasn't a burglar had blown the lock on the garage door. Thinking quickly, Walter threw the only thing he had within reach at the man now entering the apartment. His phone.
The attacker jumped, most likely not anticipating an attack and Walter took a chance and ran. What he had not anticipated was the quick recovery of the man. As he passed, an arm wrapped around his left arm, twisting painfully and causing Walter to turn at just the right angle to send him tumbling down the stairs.
Blinking blearily, Walter struggled to his feet, ignoring the sharp pain that ran up his ankle. He must have sprained it while falling down the stairs. Glancing behind him, Walter didn't see the intruder but he knew that didn't man he was gone. The garage was dark and Walter could barely see 2 feet in front of him.
Moving quickly Walter went towards the front door, wishing he hadn't thrown his phone at the attacker. But hindsight was useless, Walter knew this.
Noise didn't alert Walter to the intruder behind him but the sharp pain in his skull did. A solid object, the gun most likely, had collided with his head and Walter felt himself loose his footing. Black spots appeared in his vision as he lost unconsciousness, unaware at how much worse his situation was about to get.
I know this is short but just wanted to try it out. My first ever Scorpion fanfic so I hope the voice is right for it
Please review and thanks for reading.
