I do not own Scorpion.

They laid in their tent that night after the snowball fight, this time their bodies separated by his oversized Harvard hoodie and pajama pants on Happy and sweatpants and a T-shirt on Toby. Happy yawned and proceeded to curl up as close to the psychiatrist as she could. With her face pressed against his chest, his arms wrapped tightly around her, and their legs intertwined, Toby's smile got bigger as she sleepily explained her recent change in heart.

"If you're happy and you know it give me a kiss." He sang softly to the tune of If You're Happy and You Know It. She rolled her eyes and kissed him deeply.

"Those aren't the words Doc."

"But the got a positive outcome and all that positivity stuff you were talking about."

"All about the yes."

"Oh really? Hap you up for some hanky panky?" Happy laughed silently.

"Goodnight Toby."

"Goodnight Happy." She pressed her forehead into his chest and quickly fell asleep. He stayed up, listening to her quiet breathing and feeling her soft breaths against his chest. After a while, he kissed the top of her head and whispered, "I love you Happy Quinn."

As he drifted off to sleep, he thought he heard her respond,

"I love you too."

Happy and Toby slept well into the next day, both exhausted from their icy adventure in Antarctica. Around noon, Paige poked her head into their tent, smiled, and went back into the garage. Toby slept soundly with his head on Happy's chest, his arms wrapped protectively around her waist. Her eyes were closed, with her cheek resting on top of his head and her fingers lightly running through his short brown hair at the back of his neck. He murmured quietly in his sleep before his eyes shot open. "Happy?" he whispered, fearing his nightmare was reality.

"Right here." She responded. He buried his face in her chest and held her tighter.

"You were gone. And I couldn't save you. And they wouldn't let us bring your body home. And I couldn't leave you but they made me. They made me leave you all by yourself out there." The psychiatrist began to shake as he relived his nightmare, clutching her closer to him.

"Hey," she shushed him and slowly his breathing returned to normal. "Please look at me." He looked up at her through red rimmed eyes. "I am right here. This is where I belong. With you. You didn't lose me and aren't going to lose me. You. Make. Me. Happy." She enunciated the last words.

"Good. Because I intend to make you happy for the rest of our lives." She smiled faintly. "If you'll let me, that is." He quickly corrected, not wanting to push her away. She leaned down to peck his lips.

"We'll see Doc." He smiled and they soon fell back to sleep, warm and happy, together.

Author's Note: I'm starting to run out of ideas and I'm not sure how y'all are liking these. Comments would be lovely!