Author's Note: This dumb thing wouldn't leave till I wrote it. I anticipate more, in the meantime though, it's set an indeterminate amount of time after the S1 finale. Kudos if you notice the wordplay at the end. I own nada. R&R please. Enjoy!
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"Not that I'm in any way doubting your ability to drive off a cliff, but I was under the impression, obviously false, that you might be more likely to be able to handle that kind of car and not drive through the guardrail. But then again, what do I know?" To most it would have appeared Toby was engrossed in the rapidly flipping pages before him, however, an observant viewer might notice that his eyes were in fact analyzing the man working across the room from him.
Thus, when Walter's eyes flickered up from his way in a split second flash of embarrassment, maybe guilt, and an accompanying miniscule shoulder tense Toby caught it.
"Hm, do I detect more to the matter than you told the rest of us? Cat got your tongue?" At the unbroken silence he received, Toby leaned back, boots thumping on the desk, settling back into the chair with his hands behind his head; patience was required to get any of the Cyclone to confide in him. "Come now, you can tell me; I'm a doctor you know."
Another flickered glance, fingers pausing over keys before resuming. Then, a muttered "It wasn't exactly a cat…."
Eyes narrowed, the gears were almost visible as Toby processed his friend's words; abruptly sitting upright, boots slamming to the floor as he exclaimed, "Walter O'Brien! Mr. 197, are you telling me you drove through the guardrail for a mangy coyote!?"
"I did not do it on purpose; I saw movement on the road and responded accordingly. I don't like wild animals; they're unpredictable and dangerous."
"Case and point," Toby snickered, "Though now that you mention it, you could be talking about yourself; not that far off." Walter sputtered and tried to protest but Toby cut him off laughing. "All the stunts you pull and people you've pissed off it's a coyote that almost does the job!"
As the psychoanalyst sniggered about the irony, Walter finally recovered enough to protest, "It wasn't just the coyote, it was a conspiracy; the raven was in on it."