So things have been hectic lately. My school messed up my paperwork for my college applications and it's been hell tying to fix that so o haven't written much. But I finally got time to write so here it is the sequel to When The Bomb (Finally) Explodes. Shout out to my amazing beta, PasoFinoLove! I am completely ignoring everything with Happy not being pregnant and Walter getting his citizenship. Also in this fic, Tim left Scorpion after 3x01. Hope you enjoy guys.


Walter sat near the lake Megan and him had often come to when they were young. Walter had come to the lake to get some peace and quiet so that he could think while Megan had often come with him to get away from their parents and their constant worrying over her sickness. Now, Walter sat at the lake alone, his sister long gone. He felt a deep uneasiness...or was it loneliness? He never used to feel this way when he was alone. He was okay with being alone, preferred it even. But now, three days after leaving Los Angeles, he missed being around people. For some reason, he especially missed the noises. From the sound of Sylvester scrawling calculations onto the blackboard to the sound of Happy banging on metal. He even missed the sound of Toby babbling about his latest analysis on Paige and his nonexistent relationship. He gulped. Paige...The thought of her brought an ever bigger pang to his chest. He shook his head and shut his thoughts away and started contemplating what to do next. There was no way he could form another Scorpion. There weren't enough geniuses in Ireland to do so. And even if he could find enough, it would never feel the same. He could go back to being a forensic analyst for banks but he would no doubt hate every second of it. Any plan he created inevitably reached a dead end. He sighed. It would've been so much easier if Megan or Paige or even Toby were here to tell him what to do. But Megan was dead and Paige and Toby were miles and miles away from him. He picked up a stone and threw it at the water. It was what he used to do whenever he was stuck. The calculations in order to make rocks skip more than five times would keep his mind off of whatever he was stuck on and afterwards, he would have a clearer mind. He had been on his fifth rock when he heard a voice from behind him saying,

"Whatcha doing there, 197?"