Hello, Waige fans! This is my first fanfiction for Scorpion. I've had the idea to write a Waige fic for a while after watching the show (and covering it for TVOvermind) but never really got around to it till recently. Hope y'all enjoy. Reviews are welcome; flames can stay away! Note: This first chapter of the story has also been previously published on my writing blog under different character names.
He knew that they're just colleagues. He's her employer, and she's his employee. He can't seem to get this feeling of possessiveness out of him. He watched as she danced with Jacque Labeaux, wishing that it was him. That brief moment when he held her in his arms as they waltzed around the room sparked something in him that he can't quite place. A warmth surrounded him like a tight hug as he immersed himself in the intimate act of dance, forgetting the world around him. "It's completely illogical. Romance is nothing but junk science and hypocrisy." He tried to convince himself, but his heart says otherwise.
"Paige belongs to me! I should be the one dancing with her, not some rich millionaire buffoon!" Walter raged in his mind. "At least you slipped in the cloning device into her dress so the download process can continue. It's for the good of the mission." Walter's mind chimed in. "Besides, you're the one who says that love is junk science, right?" Walter's brain chimed in again. The genius' heart was torn. He knew that his mind was right, it's his mind after all. He can't shake the fact that he is attracted to the team liaison in more ways than one.
From the moment that he saw her wearing the Jersey Gathered-Neck Back-Drape Gown by Halston Heritage at Hetty's boathouse before heading to Labeaux's party, Walter O'Brien's mind went into overdrive as he gazed lustfully at the woman standing before him, asking if the dress looked alright. Hetty applauded the look and Walter, after coming down from Cloud 9, quickly blurted out a loud "Yes!", earning the genius a mumbled, "You silver-tongued devil you." from Toby.
As Hetty proceeded to shoo everyone out before she starts to regret loaning them her things, Walter made a mental note to himself to stop thinking about Paige and focus on the mission. Somewhere, a small voice in his mind said, "Yeah, good luck with that, Walter-boy. You can't stop thinking about Paige, and you know it!" The genius closed his eyes as he took a deep breath and thought, "This is going to be a long night."
The next chapter will be posted soon. Maybe sometime tonight or tomorrow if I have time. Thanks for reading!