Hi guys! This is my first one- shot, which hopefully I'll be able to do more. I'm new her and I've spent a lot of time reading stories that inspired me to create my own. Please let me know what you think, and hopefully I'll create more soon.

I don't own Scorpion, or any of its characters. I only own the plot.

I would rate this as a K+. Real waige feels.

It was usually sunny in California, but today was one of those stormy days and it left the streets slippery, and dangerous.

Paige had planned to go home originally, but as usual, Walter was scared of her leaving the garage, so he told her to stay until the weather got better.

"Not used to this kind of weather huh?" Paige glanced at Walter for a second before walking towards the kitchen.

"Well, not exactly. See the weather here in California is usually... Hot. In fact, historically, there's been a drought around here for a while" He replied, with a tight grin. He continued to stare out of the small window that the garage possessed.

He turned around to see Paige not in proximity, and he turned to find her.

He found her making something in a pan over low heat.

"Chicken soup for the soul, as they say" Paige said with a smile. "Wish Ralph were here; he's been waiting for it to storm here", she said with a chuckle.

"Well it's probably raining there in Portland. Let me check." Walter took out his phone and checked the weather in Portland.

"Yep, they've got it worse there," Walter said with a first-concerning look. He looked at Paige continuing to stir her soup, and smiled.

It felt good to know that she was safe. Every time she wasn't around him, he felt a level of concern. Even though she was an independent woman, who had a child, who she was able to tend to so perfectly, he felt like it was his job to protect her, and make her feel at home. But if he thought about it, it was really her caring for him. She made sure he felt at home around all the geniuses, and it was her that stole his heart. He looked up again and found Paige ranting about Maine.

"It's funny. That I was going to make the decision to leave all of my best friends, and move somewhere that would separate Ralph and I from you guys. From you." She looked at Walter and gave him a smile.

"Guess you were right, Portland is-

"Cold and wet," both of them said in sync.

Walter continued to stare, while Paige laughed out loud.

"Well it's done," she presented her chicken soup masterpiece, and pointed at it with jazz hands.

Walter said, "You should probably let it simmer, right? I'm good at chemistry but I'd be a train wreck at cooking," he said while scratching his head.

"You know, that's a good idea," Paige said. "Wait I have a great idea!"

She looked out of the window and grinned almost like never before. A different smile. Mischievous.

Before Walter could stop her, she ran out of the garage, and into the pouring rain. It was still storming like cats and dogs, as Cabe would say it.

Walter was extremely confused at once. Being in the rain was extremely inefficient! The chance of catching a nasal congestion would sky rocket, not to mention she didn't have a pair of extra clothes.

"Paige! You don't have any extra clothing to wear if you get soaked!" He immediately regretted saying that because she might find it awkward that he knew so much about her belongings.

"I do have clothes! They're in my desk drawer." She didn't seem bothered by the fact that Walter noticed. "Come join me Walter! This is your only opportunity to enjoy the rain here!"

"Extremely in-ef-fi-ci-ent! I'm staying here." Even though Walter's brain agreed that playing in the rain with Paige was nonsensical, his heart- something inside him was urging him to go and run into Paige's arms.

So he watched her. She danced, as her hair and clothes soaked. If it was him, he would be extremely uncomfortable staying wet. But she was able to enjoy the small things, the raindrops, as they reached her face. She looked beautiful, as usual. Walter memorized this memory of her in the rain. It was good he had a photographic memory for these things, he thought.

Suddenly, a crack of lightning reached over the surface of the earth, and thunder followed.

Paige fell backwards, and from what Walter could see, she held her head to stabilize herself.

Walter ran in a bolt, perhaps even faster than the lightning that just occurred.

"Paige, are you okay?!" She looked genuinely hurt, and it worried Walter. A lot. He immediately blamed himself on the fact that he didn't join Paige, and be there if she fell. He continued to stare at her while lightly cupping his hand around her head and face. Her face showed signs of distress, and she looked as if she wanted to go back inside. At least, that's what Walter hoped for. Suddenly, Paige looked up at Walter, and laughed. She laughed until she turned purple.

"Paige, are you okay?" Walter was beginning to know what Paige had just done.

"That doesn't matter! You're outside! My plan worked!"

Walter looked at her, first with a slight frown. Then, the sides of his mouth curled up into the smile he always had around her. She always had her way, didn't she. He continued to stare at her until she stopped laughing. She grabbed his hand and gave him an approachable hug. At first, Walter froze to the touch, but he soon grew accustomed to her soft skin, and her graceful hold on him. He hugged her back, and held her hair. He felt like kissing her forehead, like he would to Megan.

Megan. She had told him not to be afraid to love. Was this love? Would Megan approve of his decisions? She loved Paige, and always asked about her when he would visit her. Did she know that he was in lo- ? Did she know that Walter wanted more than a professional relationship with Paige?

Walter didn't want to let go of this moment. He just wanted to hold her for as long as possible. After Megan passed, Walter just wanted to curl up into a ball and escape the world. But Paige- she helped him through every step of his grief. She was the only one that confronted him about Megan, and when he said he was fine. He wasn't fine. Paige was the only one to truly understand how he felt even though he didn't tell him. When he broke down, she was there to hold him and make him feel better. She held his hand when he needed it. She supported him. She was his cliff notes.

It felt like what had been hours of holding one another in each other's arms, Paige let go of him gently, and looked at him with a bright smile.

"You forgot about your chicken soup." Walter said with raised eyebrows, and beam on his face from looking at Paige.

Paige suddenly had a surprised look on her face. "Oh that's true! How long has it been?"

"24 minutes and 18 seconds since you left the kitchen," Walter replied.

"Well then we should probably get inside, huh?"

"Sounds about efficient."

Paige grabbed Walter's elbow and they walked towards the garage hand-in hand, soaking wet.