First, I would like to apologize to all the writers out there. I know that you're constantly updating your fics, but I've been going through some rough things around here - real life can truly be a f**king pain. I'm sorry if I'm not reviewing your fics like I should but I promise that as soon as everything gets better, I will leave a long review to each and every one of you.

Second, I'm so pissed at the show. For three years we watched how Walter improved with his EQ, only for the writers to treat him like this. And Paige, really? I expected so much more from you.

I'm feeling really angsty these days, so I decided to do something about it. Life is not a fairy tale like the show try to make us believe. Love cannot always conquer everything.

It'll be a multichapter fic and I already have the second chapter planned.

The title is from the song "take it back", by this wild life.

I don't own Scorpion *sighs*.

"You know," Toby sat at the corner of his desk, looking at Walter without any humor on his eyes, "You can stare at her desk all you want. You really fucked it up this time."

Letting a long exhale, Walter doesn't have the strength to reply him this time. He can't argue with facts and as much as he hates to admit it, Toby is right.

The shrink pats his shoulder in a failed attempt to comfort him and leaves him alone.

He should've known that something like that was going to happen. For all of his improvements during the past 4 years, he was still able to mess with the one good thing in his life.

And in reality, he can't really blame her, can he?

Walking over her desk, he pass his fingers over its surface. Her lavender smell is everywhere and he asks himself how a scent can hurt this much.

Lowering his head, he decides that there's not much that he can do today. Paige left, pulling Ralph along with her and he can't decide what hurts the most. Her eyes filled with tears or Ralph's eyes staring sadly at him.

He remembers vividly how the fight started and he's sure that it's not because of his eidetic memory.

He remembers everything. And what hurts the most are her last words before she left the garage (hopefully, only for the night).

I'm tired, Walter. I'm so tired of trying to make this work. I know that you're trying but for the first time, I feel like it's not enough.

When he tried to approach her, to hold her on his arms and never, ever let go, she took a step back and said with tears streaming down her face, I never thought I would say this, but I need some time from you.

She cleaned her face and came down the stairs and he was following her, unable to say anything. Along with his heart, it seemed like she took his tongue along with her. She grabbed Ralph by his shoulder and told him that they're leaving. The kid tried to argue but all it took was one look to his mother's face that he swallowed any complaint.

He never knew that a heartbreak could hurt this much. Sure, she had broken his heart before. But now he actually knows what is like to love and to be loved by someone right back. To have a family to call his own, to have some peace of mind.

Could this really be over? There has to be something he can do to change this outcome. Because he's not sure he'll be able to survive if he can't.

Looking one last time at her things, he climbs the stairs towards his loft, deciding that tomorrow he'll do something about it.

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