WriterFreak001:

I want it to be Monday, but then I don't want it to be Monday.

Title | Screw Drew

Fandom | Scorpion (CBS)

Description | Drew is jealous of the growing connection between Walter and Paige so he decides to remind Walter that Paige was his first by sending Walter some provocative pictures of Paige she had sent to him shortly after he left LA when Ralph was two years old. When Paige finds out about these pictures, will she be able to stop Walter from opening them in time? (request by kstarbear on TUMBLR)

Rating| This fanfiction will be rated T just to be safe.

POV | Limited Third Person

Disclaimer | While CBS owns Scorpion, I am the owner of this masterpiece.

Claimer | I am human; there are bound to be mistakes. If you feel like something should be changed, you have the power to send me a review/private message. I can't guarantee if I'll change it every time, but I do read all of my reviews and all of my private messages!

Screw Drew

Written by WriterFreak001

One Shot

~ SCORPION ~

Drew had been in town for a few days since his last gig in Portland and had told Paige about his coaching job offer; she seemed supportive of the position, but she didn't seem interested in leaving LA. While she claimed it was because of her job and because of the positive effects Scorpion had on Ralph, he knew there was another deeper reason as to why she wanted to stay in Los Angeles. She might not admit it out loud, but Drew recognized the way Paige looked at Walter; it was the same look she used to give him before he screwed things up by focusing on baseball rather than his family. And he saw the way Walter looked at her too, and even though that man claimed he was nothing more than a robot, Drew wasn't an idiot. Walter always had this puppy dog face whenever Drew watched the genius interact with his ex.

Like seriously; what did that genius have that Drew didn't? What did Paige see in the guy, really? Sure, he was smart and all, but what else? Drew didn't understand how Paige could go goo-goo eyes for a stiff like Walter. It didn't make sense. Perhaps she appreciated the man because of the "special connection" he had with Ralph, but appreciation wasn't the only feeling behind the eyes she gave the man. It was all mindboggling, and Drew wanted nothing more than to show Walter up. Then an idea popped in his mind, and he smirked. Sure…, it was a little dirty, but Walter needed to know his place, and he knew just how to remind the genius that Paige was his gal first.

All was fair in love and war.

~ SCORPION ~

Walter yawned and rubbed his eyes as he sauntered down from the loft to the lower level of the garage and made his way towards his desk. He turned on his computer and logged into his desktop before pulling up his email. Two new messages from an unknown sender. He clicked on the first one and opened the email where there were several attached photos but no message. He double-clicked on the first attachment file and immediately blanched at the content of the jpeg before quickly closing it. He didn't dare look at the other photos as he feared they were similar to the first one.

He only glanced at the photo for a split second, but the image was stained into his brain, and he doubted he would be able to get it out of his mind for a very long while. It was a very, very provocative picture of Paige – a much younger Paige – in revealing lingerie. Why someone would send him such a photo, he had no idea, but he was determined to find out who the sender was. He clicked on the second message out of curiosity and the only phrase written in the content box was: She was mine first.

Walter inhaled a deep breath of air and tried to control his anger. He didn't have to look up the sender's IP address to know where the pictures came from, but what purpose did it serve for Drew to send those photos to Walter in the first place? What was he trying to gain? Pride? A sense of ownership? Entertainment?

Hell if he ever knew, but he wasn't going to let Drew get away with what he did. Before Walter deleted both of the emails, he ensured the photos could never be seen by anybody else by importing an encryption onto each of the files, making it virtually impossible for either of the photos to be opened again. Out of spite, he sent Drew an anonymous email with a Trojan virus that would fry the man's hard drive once he opened it, hopefully forever deleting all copies of those photos the baseball player wannabe had on his computer.

~ SCORPION ~

After Paige dropped Ralph off at school, she hopped into her car, and her phone buzzed. She unlocked her phone and saw that she had received a text from Drew; she opened it and grew pale. Why would he still have that? To think her ex still held onto those provocative pictures she had sent to him so many years ago sickened her. What kind of sicko keeps suggestive images of his or her ex years after the relationship had been finished?

She immediately called him. She didn't give him time to say hello when he answered. "Drew, what the hell?!"

"So you got my message?"

"You have no right to keep those," Paige said as she pulled out of Ralph's school parking lot. "I want you to delete those photos."

"Why? They were what kept me going all these years." She could just see the smirk on his face.

"That's sick," Paige grimaced and merged onto the road. "Why send one to me?"

"I just wanted to give you a taste of the pictures I sent to Walter this morning." Drew chuckled.

Paige ended the call and sped to the garage, not wanting to hear Drew's twisted explanation as to why he would send Walter all of those pictures. When she arrived at the garage, she parked her car, locked it and scrambled inside to find Walter at his desk. No one else was in yet. "If you receive anything from anyone you don't know," Paige stammered as she tried to catch her breath, "don't open them."

"If you're talking about the pictures Drew sent, I already opened them." Walter glanced at her, and she blanched. "Don't worry, I've already sent his computer a Trojan so when he opens my reply, all files will be deleted, including any and all digital copies of those pictures."

Paige gulped. "D-did you see them?"

"Only one, but I closed it faster than I had opened it. I didn't look at the rest." Walter replied as she slowly approached his desk. "I don't know what Drew was trying to prove by sending another email, reminding me that you were his first, but he'll get his soon enough."

Paige's cheeks were very, very warm. "Drew can be a bit… testy… when he's jealous. He doesn't like losing." She pushed her hair back and crossed her arms in front of her. "I feel like I should explain those pictures."

"You don't need to." Walter answered quickly, but she could tell he was curious.

"It was shortly after Drew left LA for those seven long years when those pictures were taken. There was once a time when he and I were very much in love, and… back then, I was a very different person… so," she blushed, "sometimes to motivate him for his games, I sent him a picture… of me…. And, well, yeah; the pictures stopped when I realized he wasn't coming home…." She pushed her hair back, "Stupid, huh?" She felt embarrassed for sending those pictures to Drew in the first place.

"What happened between you and Drew isn't really my business," Walter said as she sat down at the corner of his desk.

"I know…, but I didn't want you to think… differently of me…." Now Paige was really blushing.

Walter blinked. "How would photos of your past affect my opinion of you – especially if they were from a time long before we met?"

Paige shrugged. "I guess I don't really know…." She curled a strand of hair behind her ear. "Anyway, could you, uh, do me a favor and find a way to hack into Drew's phone and delete those photos? He texted me one today so I assume he has copies on his phone too."

"Yeah, sure. No problem." Walter nodded and started tapping away on his computer. "It'll take a few minutes, though."

"Not a problem." Paige smiled. "Thanks."

"Yep." Walter caught her gaze and then returned to his computer. "And done."

"Just like that?" Paige raised her eyebrows.

He smiled. "Just like that."

Suddenly an idea popped into her mind. "I've got an idea as to how we can get back at him."

"How?" Walter raised an eyebrow. She grabbed his hand and pulled him away from his desk towards the loft. They entered his makeshift bedroom. "And I repeat…," Walter blinked, "How are we going to get back at Drew, and why does it concern my bedroom?"

"Well," Paige shrugged, "Assuming that the reason he sent those photos is because he's jealous and wanted you to have some reason to think of me differently, I think we should show him up by sending him a picture of us…," she glanced at his bed, "in your bed…, faking some… provocative things."

She heard the man in front of her gulp. "Say what?"

"You heard me," Paige bit her lip and then said, "Now take off your shirt."

Walter blinked. "You want me to what?"

"Take off your shirt," Paige pointed to his light blue collared shirt. "I'm not asking you to strip naked, Walter, so quit being a baby."

Walter mumbled something incoherent as he unbuttoned his shirt and peeled it off of him. She lost herself inside her mind as she stared at his chest; for a guy who wasn't very athletic, he was in very good shape. His abdomen was well-toned too. When Walter called out her name, she snapped herself out of her drool-worthy fantasies and ordered him to slide into the bed. He did as he was told, but his facial expression was evident that he was very, very confused. She then pulled off her own shirt.

"Uh, Paige…, what're you doing?"

"Just making things look a little bit more real," Paige replied as she slipped her arms out of her bra straps. She slipped into the bed next to him and held the covers against her chest as she rested the back of her head against Walter's shoulder. He was frozen next to her, and she couldn't help but smile in response to his frigid state. "Now…, to get back at Drew, he's…, um…, he's going to have to believe we've just got done having sex so…," Paige glanced at Walter who was still so very tense, "I need to get you loosened up a little bit before anything else." Paige turned around and hovered over him with the upper half of her body pressing against his torso. She was tempted to run her fingers through his hair, but she restrained herself and said, "To make things more real…, I'm going to have to… kiss you… so… think of all of this as a social experiment."

Walter's voice was dry and hoarse. "Okay."

Without warning, she pressed her lips against Walter's, telling herself she was only trying to get back at her ex, but as her lips interlocked with his, she found her fingers curling into Walter's hair and wanting a lot more than what she was giving him. She opened his mouth with hers and flicked her tongue against his. Something ignited inside of Walter, because the next thing she knew, his palms here cupping her cheeks, and he was kissing her as wet and as hard as she was kissing him. As their kiss deepened even more, Paige mindlessly climbed on top of Walter and rocked her pelvis against his. His hands had migrated from her cheeks to her shoulders to the small of her back and now they were touching her bottom, pressing her firmly against him.

And before she could stop herself, she said, "Screw Drew; I want you, Walter O'Brien." She dipped her fingers underneath the lip of his jeans and boxers and touched him. "Now."

~ SCORPION ~

Walter and Paige laid naked in the bed as both of them stared at the ceiling after the last few eventful hours of their life; it was now eleven, and Walter was surprised no one from the team had come in yet, but if they happened to be downstairs, he was grateful they didn't disturb him and Paige.

"We should probably… get downstairs…." Paige muttered as she rose forward and glanced towards the rest of the loft. "Before people get suspicious, that is."

"Okay," Walter nodded and pushed himself forward, "but don't you want to send a photo of us to Drew to get back at him for those photos?"

"Nah," Paige shook her head and then kissed him. "Let's just have us be our little secret for now."

"I'm okay with that," Walter mumbled and received another kiss.

"Drew can suck it for all I care," Paige shrugged and then smirked as she turned to face him. "But I on the other hand," she grinned wickedly and firmly wrapped her fingers around him, "would much rather suck something else right now."

Walter gulped. Oh God. He was dead.

And after Paige's comment, neither one of them left the loft for another few hours.

~ SCORPION ~

WriterFreak001:

Not sure about this one…? It seemed a little OOC for Paige to want to ever send provocative photos to Drew at any time in her life, but since it was a request, I rolled with it. I, personally, just don't see Paige being that type of person, but whatever. Beggars can't be choosers.