Hello everyone! I've decided to venture into the world of Scorpion fic writing…here's my first attempt. Hopefully I'll stay true to the characters. This picks up right after the season 2 finale. It's not how I see things actually unfolding, but was just something I wanted to explore.
I'm writing this mostly for fun and a break from my main project, so it's not as polished as it could be, but I hope you enjoy it. Also, suggestions for an alternate title are more than welcome. Reviews are appreciated!
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Twelve hours.
It had been twelve hours since her world had shattered. Since she'd broken the heart of the only man she'd ever loved.
She'd tried to stop him, knowing if he proposed everything would come crashing down. But he'd insisted. And she'd had to watch his expression morph from anticipation to pain. Now she was parked in front of his apartment, trying to work up the courage to talk to him.
After she'd left, told him not to follow her, she'd driven around aimlessly for hours. She'd found herself in front of his apartment sometime in the middle of the night. Not long after she'd gotten there, a taxi had pulled up and he'd gotten out. Stumbled up the stairs and in the door, obviously drunk. Her fault.
The sun had risen ages ago. She knew she had to do something. Either go inside and talk to him or run away again. Sucking in a deep breath, she got out of the truck and made her way to the door. He'd given her a key just after they'd started dating. She wouldn't use it for his apartment. Not this time. But it gave her access to the building. It would be harder for him to ignore her if she was banging on his door.
"Toby! Please open the door!" she called when two minutes of incessant knocking hadn't produced any results. She fiddled with the key in her hand, debating whether or not she should use it. She was on the verge of giving in when the door swung open. He stood in front of her, rubbing a hand over his face and for all the world looking like he was trying to keep the contents of his stomach where they belonged.
"What do you want?" His voice was sharp and she recoiled.
"Can I come in?"
He didn't move. He studied her, and she couldn't help shrinking under his gaze. "You know, when you left last night, I would've given anything in the world to have you come back," he said. He still didn't move, and she had the sinking realization that nothing good was going to come of this conversation. "I wanted so badly for you to come back and explain everything. To tell me who you're married to and why you didn't tell me about him. But I've realized that there can't be a good explanation."
"Toby—,"
"There can't be a good explanation for not telling me," he continued. "We've known each other for years. I get why you didn't say anything then. It wasn't my business. But we've been dating for months. I pretty much told you I was going to propose, and you still didn't say a word."
"I didn't—"
He didn't give her a chance to say more. "No. I have always laid my entire heart bare for you, and you couldn't even tell me that you were already fucking married. There's no reason you can give me now that's going to make this okay."
The door closed in her face. She backed up, hit the wall, and covered her mouth as the first sob escaped her.