WriterFreak001:
Wrote this and posted it to Tumblr last night but forgot to post it to the Chronicles. Ooops! Hope you enjoy! :)
Warning: Walter & Paige miiiiight be a little OOC towards the end, but whatever. I like the ending. ;)
Title | Preparation
Fandom | Scorpion (CBS)
Description | "Can you write a longer version of your dream? But in the end Walter doesn't go to his date because..." (Prompt by nono015 on Tumblr)
Rating| This fanfiction will be rated M.
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!
Preparation
Written by WriterFreak001
One-Shot
~ SCORPION ~
"You want me to what?" Paige, who wasn't particularly on board with Walter's ludicrously insane idea, arced an eyebrow and frowned at her boss. Of all of the things he had ever asked her to do, why this? Why make her suffer even more?
"Please Paige?" Walter would gravel if he had to, "I know this is an odd request, and I know it's not fair for me to ask you to help me out with this, but… there's no one else…, and I would have asked Toby or anybody else to help if I could, but Toby, as you know, is still sick with the Flu, Cabe has his own date night, asking Happy would be suicide, and Sly is… well, he wouldn't be much help. I really need your help, Paige." He, for the first time in his life, dropped to his knees and gazed into her deep hazel eyes. "Please?"
She inhaled a deep breath and released it slowly. "Fine," she sighed in defeat. "You win." She pushed away from her desk and rose to her feet. "Let's get this over with."
~ SCORPION ~
"Okay, now that we've gone over the basics, let's…," Paige ran her hand through her wavy hair and bit her lip as she stepped closer to Walter, "…see if you're flirting skills have improved since the last time we did this. Since this is a date, you'll have to be prepared for whatever advances she throws your way. If you don't respond at all, she'll think you're uninterested, she'll feel embarrassed and will want to leave early. If you put off too much of a vibe, which… I'm sure won't happen…, but if you do, and if she's forward enough, you'll find her tonguing you before the restaurant serves dessert."
"I'm," he gulped, "sure that won't happen."
"It could."
"It won't."
"But what if it did?"
"If it did, I would push her away." Walter answered with a strange sort of confidence.
Paige stepped closer to him and smoothed out his tie. "And why would you do that?"
"Because," he swallowed the lump in his throat, his confidence wavering again. "it would be inappropriate."
Paige cocked her head and studied his eyes as she rested her palms over his chest and leaned in closer. "And why would it be inappropriate, Walter?"
"Because…," he couldn't find the strength to finish his thoughts as Paige strung her arms around his neck and brought herself even closer to him.
Paige gazed intensely into his eyes and bit her lip before daring herself to finish his thoughts for him. "Because she's not me?"
Walter pursed his lips and gulped. "B-Because she's not you," he confirmed as he found himself wrapping his arms around the woman's waist and pinning her to him. Before he could stop himself, he added, "I don't want to date her, I never wanted to date her, Paige. I want to date you. Only you."
She frowned and slid her arms down from his neck to his chest in an attempt to push herself away from him. "Then why did you say yes to her?"
He visibly looked away from her, unable to answer.
Paige ignored his silence and pressed him again. "Why did you say yes, Walter?" When his hands fell away from her waist, she lightly pushed him away from her. "Why did you say yes?"
Walter gulped and flexed his fingers. "It made more sense to me at the time…."
"How does wanting to date me and taking another woman out to dinner make any sense at all?!" Paige, furious with Walter, pushed him a little harder. "Just what the hell were you thinking?! Did you think that I would be okay with you dating other women?! I know we're not together, but… I thought… I thought we were getting there, but then you turn around and go on this speed dating spree. How the hell am I supposed to know you want to date me when you go off having dinner with other woman?!"
"I did it all for you!" Walter, finally tired of Paige yelling at him, threw his hands up and groaned with frustration. "The reason I went on those stupid speed dates and even planned a date with another woman tonight was all for you!"
"That hardly makes sense!" Paige exclaimed, daring him to explain himself.
"You're right," Walter ran his hands through his hair, "It doesn't make a whole lot of sense, but these dates, to me, were and are nothing more than experiments. I wanted to prove to myself I was the kind of man you want me to be…, and the only way I saw to do that was to have dinner with a woman who doesn't know who I am… who doesn't know I'm a genius… just to see if I can be normal for you."
Paige just stood there in silence and processed everything Walter was telling her. Eventually, she spoke. "Walter," Paige approached him slowly and took his hand in hers. "I don't want you to be anybody but yourself."
Walter raised his brow. Now he was greatly confused. "But a few months ago, you said you liked me being more human."
She shook her head. "You misunderstood me," she wrapped her arms around his neck again and gazed into his eyes. "It was never about being more human or being normal, Walter." She lightly threaded her fingers through his hair and gently rubbed his scalp. "I like seeing you happy, and yes, you being more human does make you happier in the long run, but being who you are now compared to the man you were when we first met didn't happen over night, Walter. You being happy is what really matters to me, Walter. Nothing else."
"So….," Walter was still confused. "You want me to be happy, but you don't want me to change in order to be worthy of what makes me the happiest?" Walter blinked. "Am I missing something/"
"Let me put it this way," Paige cupped his cheeks, "What makes you the happiest?"
"You," Walter said with absolute certainty. "You make me the happiest. Ralph too."
"Okay," Paige kept her composure and leaned closer. "So what's stopping you from having your happiness now?":
"Physically nothing," Walter gulped before adding, "but… I guess I, uh," he bit his lip and avoided the intensity of her gaze, "I don't feel worthy of happiness. Guys like me," he pursed his lips, "don't usually get happy endings."
"And yet," Paige strummed her thumb over his lips and smirked, "you have a woman currently in your arms, aching to kiss the hell out of you and give you that damn happy ending you're craving."
"That… seems about right," Walter mumbled quietly as she stepped up on her toes and touched her nose to his. "I can be such an idiot at times."
"A colossal, mega idiot," Paige whispered quietly as she leaned in slowly and gently pressed her lips against his. When she pulled away, she wrapped her arms around his torso and tightly embraced him. "I don't need you to change, Walter. I just need you here."
"Okay."
"And no more dates with other women after tonight," Paige pushed herself away from him and jabbed her finger into her chest.
He nodded swiftly. "Consider it done."
"Good," Paige softly smiled before pulling him down for another chaste kiss.
Walter, much to her delight, moved his mouth delicately with hers and hummed softly as he cupped her warm cheeks and held her face to his. Then, it suddenly hit him. "Wait," he pulled back slightly and lifted an eyebrow. "What did you mean by 'after tonight?'"
"It's time for you to face the consequences of your idiocy, Walter O'Brien." Paige smirked.
"What does that even mean?"
She repeatedly poked him hard in the chest. "You are going on that date tonight, and you are going to tell Linda the truth. Then you're going to apologize, and if I'm lucky, she'll slap you for me for playing with both of our emotions." Paige wiggled her way out of Walter's arms and headed quickly for the stairs.
"Wait, you can't be serious…" Walter immediately followed.
"As a peek frean." Paige sang playfully from the balcony, and when he caught up to her, she pushed him against the wall and surprised him with a hard, open-mouth kiss. (Not that he could complain.) "And when you return," Paige kissed him again before bringing her lips to the shell of his ear, "I'll be waiting," she sucked on his earlobe, "in your bed… wearing nothing but this tie," she whispered as she slowly slid his necktie off of him and glided it over her head.
Walter gulped and nervously laughed as his cheeks flared at the image Paige so graphically described for him. He then cleared his throat and asked, "C-Can't I just call her and cancel instead?"
"Nope," she shook her head and laughed. "Consider this payback for being such an idiot for saying yes to another woman." She kissed him deeply one more time before lightly pushing him away. "You better go. Don't want to keep Linda waiting."
"Believe me," he grunted as he absentmindedly (and instinctively?) grabbed Paige's ass and pushed her against his growing erection, "that's the least of my worries." Walter suddenly surprised Paige (and himself) when he spun her around and pinned her to the wall with his throbbing groin still pressing hard against her. He laced his fingers with hers and closed the distance between them with a hungry, wet kiss.
For some reason, he wanted her to have something to look forward to as well. (He couldn't be the only one aching for later.)
Paige moaned into his mouth as he rocked himself against her, and when she whimpered his name and begged not to stop, he abruptly pulled himself away from her and breathlessly mumbled, "I guess I should get going…. After all," he gazed intently into her dilated eyes and smirked, "I don't want to keep her waiting."
"Oh no you don't," Paige yanked him back to her, "You're not going anywhere after that."
"But you sai–"
"Forget what I said," Paige muttered as she slowly started undoing the buttons of his shirt. "Women get stood up all the time." She shrugged as she pushed his button-up over his shoulders and glided it off of him. "Now," she slid her hands underneath his white T-shirt and skimmed her fingers over the hairs of his chest, "let's go to your bedroom," she rubbed her thumbs over his hard nipples and kissed him gingerly, "and find that ultimate happiness we were talking about earlier."
"Gladly."
~ SCORPION ~
WriterFreak001:
Hope you enjoyed it!
PS. I feel like no one likes "The Scorpion" because of the lack of viewership & readers. (I take my stats very seriously because, depending on the numbers, they either encourage me or discourage me from continuing stories.)
:( Perhaps it wasn't a good idea after all.
