Hey guys! What's up? My life is totally fine...100%...totally fine. We played volleyball in gym, and I forgot I wasn't wearing kneepads and dove. So that basically took out my right knee. Then I fell over at volleyball and screwed up my elbow, and possibly infected the cut on my knee. Then my friend convinced me to do community service on Saturday. I didn't need it for my requirement because I already had like 24/10 hours, but I figured 'Hey, why not join her?' It was a bad move. We went to do trail maintenance, and I face planted. Which took out my other knee and completely destroyed my entire right arm. And also my toe seriously seriously hurts. But yeah, I feel like my broken and mangled body definitely resembles my quintis shipper heart. So, let me know what you think, and please send me your ideas,

-Aislin

"Are you looking for Paige? Because she isn't here," Walter said as he answered the door. Cabe stared at him from the doorway and shook his head.

"No, kid, I'm here for you," Cabe smiled anxiously. He gestured to the inside of Walter's new apartment.

"I'm not sure I want you to come in," Walter answered the unspoken question.

"I have some things to say," Cabe reasoned.

"They can be said out here," Walter crossed his arms over his chest.

"Well, then you'll be guarding the door for a while," Cabe chuckled. "I have a lot of things to say to you."

"What if I don't want to hear them?" Walter questioned.

"You'd hear them anyway," Cabe argued. "I'm not leaving here until you hear me out."

"I could just shut the door on you," Walter countered. Cabe gave Walter a long, meaningful look.

"Please, kid," Cabe asked again.

"Ok, come in," Walter gave in. He opened the door wide enough that Cabe could enter, and moved aside. Cabe strode into the Walter's medium-sized apartment confidently. "You can sit there." Walter gestured at a chair, and sat down in the one opposite it. "You can say what you came here to say."

"I wanted to tell you that I'm sorry for what I put you through when you were a kid," Cabe started. "I shouldn't have gotten you involved with that, and I shouldn't have lied about it.I know you've felt guilty over the years for designing the software for speed over accuracy, but that was my fault."

"I know," Walter interrupted.

"Yeah, well obviously you're smart enough to figure that out," Cabe smiled. "But, I always looked after you. You were like a son to me. And I'm on a better path now, and I think if you would forgive me-"

"I'm not working with you again, Cabe," Walter asserted.

"I know, and I'm not asking you to," Cabe promised.

"Then what do you want?" Walter pressed.

"I want you to give me another chance as a person."

"Last night I lay in bed so blue cuz I realized the truth: they can't love me like you," Toby sang to Happy loudly and out of key over the phone.

"Toby, you need to stop," Happy chuckled. It was late October now which meant that there was only a month until Toby would come home for Thanksgiving. Their group of friends had scraped together enough money to get him a flight home and back, so that he wouldn't have to spend another two days of his life driving. "I can only listen to you sing that oh so many times."

"But I like singing to you," He pouted.

"But that's a breakup song," Happy argued.

"I'll sing you love songs," Toby promised. "I'll sing you anything you want to hear, sweet pea."

"But you can't sing, baby," Happy smiled. He widened his eyes.

"Did you just call me baby?" He questioned.

"It just kind of came out," She defended herself. "Sorry."

"No, no, I kind of liked it," He waved off her apology. "So what's up, sweetheart? Anything interesting happen at school today? Did you beat up that kid who was bullying Sly? Is Sly doing ok? How are Walter and Paige? Are they Waige yet or are they still teetering on the edge of couplehood?"

"Whoa, whoa, slow down, cowboy," Happy grinned at him. "I can only handle so many questions at a time, and we both know I'm not a big talker."

"Once you talked at me for a solid 45 minutes," He pointed out.

"I did?" She wrinkled her eyebrows together trying to recall.

"Yeah, you were ranting about how nuts are the foundation of everything and will eventually be the only thing worth anything," He laughed.

"That felt like five minutes," She sighed happily. "In response to your questions, my life is normal, nothing interesting happened, yes I did beat up that bully, Sly is doing great, Walter and Paige are both physically fine, and no, they are not together right now."

"So, really everything is just the way it was when I left?" He smirked. "I guess you guys can't move forward without me."

"We really can't," She muttered.

"Aw, you love me," He teased.

"I do," She admitted.

"Did you just?" He squeaked.

"I did."

"Okay."

"Walter," Paige called as she opened his front door. He had given her the key because she often needed quick access into the apartment, and they had truly become close friends. "I just got back from the-" She trailed off when she saw both Walter and Cabe in the small apartment. "You're both here."

"Hey, kiddo," Cabe greeted with a smile on his face. "Walter and I were just catching up."

"Catching up?" She frowned. "I didn't think you knew each other."

"We used to," Walter grunted. "When I was much younger."

"What do you mean?" She questioned.

Cabe stood up and dusted off his jacket. He patted Walter on the shoulder and gave him a long look. "Walter, I'm going to head off. Whatever you want to say to her is fine by me. I'll see you two later."

"Bye, dad," Paige called hesitantly as he left. "What was all that about?" She sat down next to Walter.

"You're dad and I used to work together," Walter admitted. "But it ended badly. I was angry with him for a long long time."

"Is that why you refused to talk to him every time you saw him?" She asked.

"Yes," Walter sighed. Paige took one of his hands and squeezed it gently. He regarded her with a look of curiosity.

"I'm sorry," She gave him a reassuring smile.

"You had nothing to do with any of it," He shook his head. "You weren't even involved. How can you be sorry?"

"That's how normal people show they sympathize with you," She laughed. "It's how we connect."

"That's stupid," He wrinkled his nose in disgust. She giggled harder. "Why would you apologize for something you didn't do."

"It's more of an I'm sorry you had to go through that kind of thing," She smiled.

"You don't even know what happened," He laughed.

"Do you want to tell me?"

"Ok, but do you want a drink or something first?"

"Happy, what are you doing?" Sylvester asked quietly as he entered his big sister's room. She dropped a small hammer on her hand in shock.

"Shit," She cursed. She pushed her project aside, and grabbed for the small med kit that she kept under her bed. She started to treat her wounds without acknowledging Sylvester's question.

"I'm so sorry, Happy," He apologized. He sat down on her bed, and watched her gently place a bandaid on the small cut on her index finger.

"It's fine," She waved him off with her good hand. "I'm fine."

"What were you working on?" He repeated.

"Just a little project," She answered curtly.

"You're being secretive," He observed.

"I am not," She rolled her eyes. "Look, Sly, if there were anything worth showing you I would show it."

Sylvester frowned, "It's nothing dangerous for you, right?"

"Everything I do is dangerous," She laughed.

"I'm being serious," He whined. She gently planted a kiss on his head. She ruffled his hair a little before smiling at him.

"I thought I was supposed to be the big sister, Sylvester," She chuckled.

"Families protect each other," He argued.

"I promise I won't do anything that will get me hurt," She swore.

"You know pain can be emotional too," He pointed out.

"Oh, come on, Sly."

"I met Cabe when I was 11 years old and he worked for the FBI," Walter began, "I was arrested for hacking the NASA. I wanted their blueprints for my bedroom wall. They traced me back to where I lived in Ireland, and they found me, but Cabe made sure they didn't take me away.

"They held me for a couple of days, asked me to my story over and over again, and tested my abilities. But before Cabe fully released me back to my parents, he gave me a brand new computer, and my dad was furious because that was what got me in trouble in the first place, but Cabe insisted that I would be more careful, and that I had to stay in touch with him because he thought it would be a waste to only meet someone like me once."

"I..." He struggled to finish his sentence. He had never really admitted this whole thing out loud before. "I guess your dad kind of became a fatherly figure to me. I had never really connected with my real dad, and Cabe filled the void. He sent me complicated problems to solve and even taught me to stand up to bullies."

"But then one day, he asked me to help him with some software, and of course I did," Walter recalled. "I designed this beautiful program that would drop the military aid packages. But when I turned on the news..." He frowned at the memory. Paige took his hand briefly and squeezed. "Bombs were falling on Baghdad. Worse, I made the program to be quick as opposed to accurate. 2000 civilian casualties." He looked at the ground.

"I'm sorry, Walter," She squeezed his hand again.

"It's not like it was your fault," He shrugged. "Anyway, that's why things have been weird between Cabe and I."

"I'm sorry," She repeated.

"You already said that."

"I know, but I'm still sorry."

"Come on, Toby," Toby's roommate Michael coaxed. The two had been together since the beginning medical school. Michael was technically closer to a med school age than Toby, but at age 20 they were still the two youngest boys in the school.

"I don't wanna," Toby groaned. He was lying facedown on his bed. It was 9 pm on a Friday night.

"Come on!" Michael complained. "Last year's Toby would have been all over this party. There's even going to be poker. I know you love poker."

"I quit gambling, dipshit," He pointed out. "Besides, I have work to do."

"Then why aren't you doing your work?" Michael questioned.

"Because I'm sad," He whined.

"You're actually one of the world's best behaviorists, and the word you chose was 'sad'?" He laughed. Toby rolled over to glare at his friend. "Okay, okay, what's got you down?"

"I just miss home," He sighed.

"You've never missed home before, Tobes," Michael shook his head.

"Home is where Happy is," He smiled a little.

"So legitimately next to you actual house," Michael chuckled.

"If that's where she is, then yes," Toby sulked.

"Dude, chill. You get to see her in like three weeks," Michael assured him.

"It's not soon enough," He whined.

"You facetime her every single day," Michael assured Toby.

"It's not enough," He argued.

"She called you like four hours ago as soon as she finished with school," Michael scoffed. "You're being absurd."

"No, I think it's perfectly reasonable to miss the person you lo-"

"She's calling you now," Michael interrupted.

"Hand me my phone, and get out," Toby ordered.

"Why? You've talked to her while I've been in the room before," Michael pointed out.

"She never calls me twice in a day," Toby insisted. "It's something important, so scram."

"My choice in roommate continues to astound me," Michael muttered as he left the room.

Toby answered the call as soon as Michael was out of hearing distance, "Hey, sugar plum. What's up?"

She played with something in her hands as she tried to start her next sentence. "I...I...um...well."

"Is something wrong because I will get on a plane right now," He promised.

"No, I just talked to Sylvester today," She gritted her teeth.

"Unsurprising as he lives with you," TOby commented. SHe glared at him. "Right, right, I'm going to be serious."

"He told me I had to be careful about emotional pain," She started.

"I promise I will never hurt you ever."

"How did you-"

"Know you were going there? I just know you, sweetheart."