AN: Thanks for reading, This was something I just mixed up but have plans to do another chapter if you R&R!
Disclaimer-Guess what? I got the rights to Scorpion for Christmas! Just Kidding. I own nothing.
Chapter 1. Walter POV:
As Walter drifts into consciousness he feels his headache. Now, he wishes he had stayed unconscious. The past day's events came rushing back to him. Another successful mission. Everyone leaving the garage. Someone opening the door to the garage. And blackness. That is all he could remember. He feels binding on his hands, feet and waist. He knows Sly is better with numbers but he put himself at about a 86% chance of being kidnapped. He knows that the kidnapper must want something from him. And have a motive. With difficulty he cracks his eyes open and looks around. The walls are covered with post-it notes, CD's and other random things. It looks a exactly like Mark Collin's house. Walter is sitting in a metal chair with well tied rope. He isn't wearing the same thing as he was yesterday. Now he is wearing a white shirt and thick gray jacket. He hears footsteps down the hall and when a person comes around the corner Walter can't process who it is. He looks like Mark Collins. He moves like Mark Collins. He sounds like Mark Collins.
"Ah Walter, alas we meet again." He says. He remembers the time when he last saw Mark. In the jail cell. He always said he would get out. Walter didn't doubt him.
"Why am I here?" Walter asks though he knows that he won't get a direct answer. Not from Collins.
"Here as in, in this room? Or here as in why do I have you here?" Collins asks back. His favorite game is to only answer your questions with his own. His other is to go down the rabbit-hole.
"Both." Walter tells him. Mark walks around the room until he is in front of Walter. He pushes his glasses higher on his nose and stares Walter in the eye.
"You'll have to figure it out yourself." He says. Walter can see no sanity left in his eyes. Only determination, but for what?
"Mark, I know you didn't appreciate the fact that I don't want you on the team. But, why are you doing this?" Walter asks him. Mark walks back behind the camera and sets it up. Mark's composure cracks.
"I always hated your team. We could've done it by ourselves. We could've done great things, Walter!" Mark was yelling at the end and clenching his fists. Mark finishes setting up the cameras. Walter can't believe he didn't realize it before. He was going to film whatever he was doing and send it to the team.
"Stop. Whatever you are doing. Please, stop." Walter tries to catch Mark's eye but Mark turns away. Mark could do so many things with this. Trick his team into going into a trap to save him was his worst fear.
"It is the only way." Mark says and sounds almost a little sad."You're team won't continue when I finish." Walter notices the red light of the camera go on. Mark suddenly pulls a gun from his pocket. He is going to kill him. It will split the team apart.
"This is live by the way." Mark says and walks into the camera's view. "Any last words? Regrets?" Mark asks and Walter doesn't react. That is what Mark wants. Walter tries to calculate the possibility of him getting out of this situation. It is less than 1%. Walter has dealt with low statistics before but this was practically unavoidable.
"No? No last words to your team?" Mark says snapping Walter out of his daze. Walter just stares at Mark as he comes even closer to him. Walter sees his trigger finger stutter before a searing pain exploded in his arm and a ear-damaging bang erupt from the barrel of the gun. Walter can't help a scream of pain come from his mouth. The bullet hit a major artery. That wasn't good. He would bleed out in less than 30 minutes not counting how ever many shots Mark was going to take at him next.
"Come on, Walter. Think of your precious team. Give them something to remember you by." Mark says sneering at him. People's faces flash in his mind. Sly at the run-down motel. Toby at the gambling table about to be beaten up. Cabe in Ireland telling him it would be okay. Happy at the stand-in at the fabrication competition. Paige at the diner serving people with a smile. Ralph sitting at the counter playing chess. Megan. Always Megan. Being the best sister and person Walter had ever met. Without thinking about it he speaks his mind.
"I have always thought of you all as my family. And now that I surely will be gone in a while now-" Walter winces as his shoulder stings painfully. "I wanted you all to know that I cared deeply for you." He says and rethinks his words. He had always thought love wasn't real and the illusion of love was illogical. But looking back on his life he thinks of all the times that he had spent with his team and family. Maybe he just didn't recognize the feeling, but I guess what you could call what he had felt and was still feeling was love.
"That is very cute Walter." Mark says and Walter stares at him. He points the gun at Walter's chest. Walter can see the path of the bullet if he pulls the trigger will hit his heart. And he will die. 100% chance. He hopes that his team will recover from his death and move on, not split like Mark wants.
"I love you all." Walter looks at the camera and smiles at them before Mark pulls the trigger.
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Sylvester opens his email and finds a video from an anonymous person and it's addressed to the whole team.
"Hey, guys we have a video." Sly says and the rest of the team comes over to his desk from various places across the room. Walter would have to wait from coming back from his trip to the store. He clicks the play button.
AN: I hate cliffhangers myself so vote yes or no for chapter 2 and I'll post tomorrow! If 'no' wins I'll take the story down (no use if you don't like it). One, last thing... Walter may or may not have died. Don't assume. ;)