After Megan's death, Paige tries to help a self destructive Walter
POV; Paige
I'm Fine!
"Can I come in?"
Paige knocked again, despite knowing that getting a response was unlikely.
She sighed, "I hate to invade your privacy, but I asked Happy to pick your door open, so I'm coming in. I'm assuming you are fully dressed."
She slowly opened the door, and walking in. Her stomach seemed to shrink and all she could hear was her loud fast breaths. She mentally scolded herself for being so ridiculously afraid.
It was so dark inside that she had to use the flashlight on her phone to navigate around the broken liquor bottles and various wires. She yelped when a little white mice scampered across her feet.
Pretending like that never happened, she spotted a slightly moving ball of blankets next to the window and slowly made her way towards it.
"Hey" she squeaked, wondering if he heard her.
Walter made a noise then cleared his throat harshly, "Congratulations."
"What?" She frowned.
"You finally broke into my loft. Good job. Now leave." He replied monotonously still facing the window.
She sat down next to him, "Walter I know you hate yourself right now, but if you would let me take care.."
"I don't need that. I don't need you. I don't need anyone. Please go," his sunk further down into his ball of blankets becoming less audible.
"I just wanted to make sure you were alive in here," she reached out to touch him, but he immediately recoiled and looked her.
She finally saw him for the first time in three days. His eyes were wild and red with looming dark circles underneath. His breath reeked of alcohol and his hair seems to be stuck to his forehead from sweat.
He looked down.
Paige swallowed, "The whole team is downstairs. We want you to come eat some thanksgiving dinner with us."
He groaned and struggled to get on his feet, "What's the point?"
"Of eating?" She carefully started picking up large shards of a glass from the floor.
He clumsily made his way his fridge and pulled out an almost empty bottle of vodka.
"Of anything," he took a swig.
Paige threw the shards in the trash, "The point is to keep on living Walter. The point is the be with your friends who love you and worry for you. The point is to move on."
"Easy for you to say. Move on. Ok sure. I'll just do that." He scoffed.
"Take baby steps. I'm here for you. And I think a good first step would be to leave this black hole and come down stairs and just eat thanksgiving dinner with us."
"No thanks," Walter shook his vodka bottle, "I'll have a liquid dinner."
Paige stared at him, unsure what to do next.
Sorry for the abrupt ending, I thought I could fit everything in a one shot like I usually do but I'm make it a two chap story.
maybe even 3 chaps if I do one of everybody downstairs around thanksgiving dinner while Paige is talking to Walter… whatever y'all want.
But damn I didn't expect Megan's death to come so soon, much less for it to not be a finale episode. Which means something even bigger might go down. I really have no idea how the characters will grieve… probably by trying to ignore and keep busy.
So anyways, have a great Thank giving and expect to see more from me because Scorpion fanfics are just so much fun to write.