This is going to be my first major story and I'm still debating whether I should make it 5 or 10 chapters. May post on AO3. Rated T for language. Not new to actual Scorpion fandom, just new to the fanfiction version. The only reason I wrote this was to help cure my Sylvester and Toby brotherly bonding needs. I guess I'm writing this when Toby gets his second PhD, I don't know when it happened, but where was probably Harvard. Anyways, enjoy.


Summary: A story about how Toby and Sylvester met. Sylvester is only 16 and Toby is 27. I suck at summaries and titles.


Chapter 1: Meeting Sylvester

Dr. Tobias M Curtis sat in his Human Relations class, bored as hell. He knew he should be paying attention but he knew everything already, this was his second PhD. It would be easier if he could take a walk but he couldn't, he was stuck where he was. The doctor began tapping his pencil on the table in front of him. Tap. Tap. Tap. It wasn't curing his boredom, but it would have to do.

The girl sitting next to him, Pamela or Patricia, something like that, tapped his shoulder. "Can you please stop that? It's really annoying." She asked as politely as she could.

"I'm stressed. What else am I supposed to do that isn't annoying? Besides shouldn't you be worrying about your paper?"

"I'm trying to focus and all I hear is you tapping your damn pencil!" she hissed back "Shouldn't you be working on your paper as well?"

"I'm already done with it. Want to read it?" Toby asked as he took the pages out of a folder he had. "I usually help my friend with his project during this class, but yesterday he told me to just come here and that he could handle it."

She stared at the three pages, there was writing on the front and back of each page. "How long did it take you to do all of this?"

"Two hours, with four five minute breaks because I lose my focus when I write for too long."

"Excuse me, Dr. Curtis, Ms. Dineen, is there a problem between the two of you? Do you both have your assignments done?" the professor, Dr. Damon asked

"I do, sir." Toby responded

"I am just about done with mine, just have to finish a page and then I'm done." Paige –right, that was her name- added.

"Excuse me, sir, could I go see if my friend needs help with that project of his? He kinda has a deadline of next week." Toby asked

"I suppose, Dr. Curtis, since you've already taken my class."

"Ah, thank you." Toby left the room quickly, hoping his friend Walter O'Brien was at least taking a break.


The halls were quiet, thankfully, which made his thought process better. Noise clouded his thoughts. He didn't need that while he tried to think.

"Come on, rainman! What's two times two?"

There was a small whimper, and Toby looked up, realizing just where he was. In the middle of a fight. The kid wasn't fighting back, he just curled himself into a protective ball. Toby knew these assholes, Chad, Erik, and Brandon. They had done the same to him when he first came to Harvard. What was this kid doing here?

"Hey! What the hell do you think you're doing?"

"Well, well, well. If it isn't Toby Curtis? Or should I say Dr. Curtis? I keep forgetting." Chad laughed "We were just teaching rainman here a lesson."

"Call him that again and I swear to God I will find someone who will beat the shit out of you." Toby snapped "Leave him alone, he's just a kid."

"Yeah, a kid in a college." Erik snorted "Must be pretty damn smart in order to be here. Aren't ya?"

The kid looked up to Toby for assistance, his eyes wide with terror. "If I see you assholes messing around with him again I'm definitely getting someone I know who would kick your sorry asses better than I would."

"You can't even fight, Curtis." Brandon laughed

"Beat it." Toby spat

"Come on, the doctor isn't fun to mess with anymore." Chad said, and the three went back to whatever class they had, Toby didn't care. Just as long as they were out of sight, out of mind.

"You okay?" he asked the boy, crouching down next to him. This kid couldn't be older than fifteen or sixteen, give or take a year or two.

Toby held out his hand, but he seemed reluctant. "Hey, I'm not gonna hurt you. That's a promise."

The boy still looked confused and searched around for something. Picking up an unknown object, his eyes widened in horror at the sight of the object he was holding. Broken glasses. Toby sighed, and reached for them, but the boy moved back and his ID fell out of his pocket. Sylvester Dodd.

"Sylvester, huh?" That shocked him.

"How do you know?" Sylvester asked, his voice shaking.

Toby handed Sylvester his ID and helped him up. "You're not gonna hurt me, are you?"

"I promised I wouldn't."

"R-right." He adjusted the broken glasses on his face and Toby gave an amused chuckle. "What's so funny?"

"Nothing, just, nothing. I'll be able to fix those for you if you want." Toby said "I'm going to meet my friend, I'm sure he has plenty of tape."

Sylvester was trying to analyze him. He knew it by the way the kid was looking at him. "What're you doing?" he asked and the kid's head snapped up. "N-nothing."

"Right, you were trying to analyze me."

"I wasn't!" Sylvester protested

"Kiddo, I hate to tell you this, but I can see right through lies, it doesn't work with me." Toby chuckled "I may have been a doctor for two years, made my way from just a regular shrink to a world class shrink, I think I know a thing or two."

"Y-you're not mad?"

"Why would I be? I haven't meet a person I couldn't analyze." Toby opened the door to the lab. "Hey, Walt! Get over here!"

There was another college student on a ladder, doing calculus, Sylvester recognized the writing on the wall. He looked behind him and noticed him and Toby. Sylvester pressed himself closer to Toby, tense. The shrink caught this and rested a hand on Sylvester's back. "Relax, buddy. This is my friend Walter."

"Hello. Toby can I talk to you?" Walter asked, pulling the shrink farther back into the room. "What is he doing here?"

"Relax, Walt. The kid was in trouble so I had to save him." Toby replied, their voices were barely over whispers.

"He can't be here, this project is top secret!"

"Walter, listen to me. I think this kid is a genius."

"How can you be so sure?" Walter snapped

"See if he beats you in chess."

"Fine." Walter growled and they both walked over to where Sylvester was waiting.

He looked up, confused and now terrified at Walter's expression. What did it mean? Toby walked over to him and whispered, "Don't worry, I'll teach you how to analyze people later."

"Do you know how to play chess?" Walter asked. Sylvester nodded. "All right, Toby where did you put my chess set?"

"I didn't put it anywhere. That was you Mr. I always remember where I put my stuff."

"You and Happy used it last."

"Did not! That was you, Walter, yes you, and Happy! I was writing my paper that- thank God- I managed to finish."

"Just help me find it."


And done with chapter one! I figured Sylvester might've gone to college like Toby had when he was 15 or 16 after he had run away from his parents which was when he was 14. I can imagine a little Sylvester scared and confused as he walks around some city with no clue of what to do. His fears would drive him out of every little spot in the city because it was too dirty. I guess to Sylvester, Toby was as close to a brother even if he wasn't related to him. I bet Toby protected him if anybody messed with his little bro. If you haven't guessed by now, Sylvester is my favorite Scorpion. And just to mess with the feels, I'll throw in a flashback chapter of his life away from his parents. See you in the next chapter!