Okay, since I got told off by several people, I would like to clarify something. This is a crossover of the Scorpion TV show, which started off with the military pretty much breaking into Walter's house because he hacked NASA. I would seriously recommend it.

It had been nearly fifteen years since that day when Cabe had found him and Adrian, and a lot had changed.

Very little of it for the better.

First had been that stupid tournament the British had forced Adrian in against his will. Then they dragged him into a war he didn't even want to be a part of, much less be involved in. Then his software is used to drop bombs instead of aid packages.

To top it all off, he had been forced to flee Ireland with Megan after the so called "Good Guys" tried to use them in an effort to control Adrian. Megan agreed to develop a debilitating illness, so she could 'die' and come back with her real features later.

He still couldn't find Adrian.

Walter looked up from his 'office' in the loft to see...an owl? Feeling a bad sensation in his stomach, he cautiously let it in after hitting it with a dozen spells to remove any magic on it other than the standard postal owl magic.

He carefully removed the parchment...and three seconds later was about to start making travel plans, until he read the bottom.

'Dear Mr. O'Brien

We at St. Mungo's would like to offer you our sincere condolences in regards to the deteriorating condition of your brother Harry Potter. As there is little our staff can do at this time to bring him back from the trapped state he is currently in, we would like your consent to move Mr. Potter to our long term care ward. If, however, you wish to make alternate arrangements to provide for your brother at home, please reply no later than the twenty-seventh of September, otherwise we will be forced to release him.

Again our sincere condolences towards his condition.

Sincerely..."

Walter was many things, but he didn't forget that owl that had shown up along with Megan's letter with the wrong name.

He quickly wrote a reply, stating he would be waiting at the nearest international port key area. Thankfully there was one within driving distance.

One day later...

"I'm going to be gone for a day or two. Happy, you're in charge," said Walter.

"Got it."

"Walter, where are you going?" asked Sylvester nervously.

"It's just going to be for a few days. A few...migraine-worthy...days," said Walter.

"Okay, now I'm interested. What's going on?" asked Toby. Walter seemed happy about something, but at the same time vastly irritated and expectant.

"I have to deal with complete idiots while getting someone back after they've been missing a few years," said Walter, not wanting to give this surprise away.

He had created Scorpion to give Genii like himself a safe haven. A place where their talents and minds could be put to good use. But that wasn't the full reason he had done it.

He had primarily gathered them so he could use their help in getting Adrian back, once he found out where the wizards stashed him.

But it looked like now they'd be serving as a safe haven for Adrian to establish a baseline.

The collective geniuses of Scorpion (minus their boss) looked up when they heard someone talking emphatically in another language, and hearing someone who sounded almost like Walter replying in the same tongue. Except it wasn't in English.

So imagine their surprise when Walter walked in. And with a guest.

"Walt, who's this?" asked Toby.

"And what language are you speaking?" added Happy.

"You do know I'm Irish, right?" said Walter, looking openly amused. He immigrated to the USA because of the war, and they had pretty much opened the borders to all magically-born children trying to leave the country and live in America.

It had taken little work at all to get a green card for him and Megan.

"So who's your friend?"

The man next to Walter grinned. He had hair tied up in a ponytail, green eyes hidden behind thick frames, and a skinny build to put Toby to shame.

He also looked like he hadn't seen the sun in several years.

"This is Adrian O'Brien. My brother."

"You have a brother?" was the common consensus.

Adrian snorted, and said something in Irish with had Walter nodding in absolute agreement.

"I might not speak whatever language that is, but I know an insult when I hear one," said Happy in warning.

"He wasn't talking about any of you. Just the idiots who locked him up in the worst place possible. He has an extremely high EQ compared to my IQ," explained Walter.

Really, locking him in a hospital for close to five long, painful years after trying to break him into their personal weapon was the worst thing they could have done. Either Adrian kept the fact he was an empath secret, or they were deliberately trying to hurt him.

Walter was really hoping it was the former.

"I'm an empath," said Adrian bluntly, his accent very clearly Irish. "Means I pick up on emotions better than anyone else, but it also means I get overwhelmed in places like hospitals. Fortunately there are protocols in the place some idiots locked me up because I didn't agree to their stupidity, and they contacted Walter."

Seeing their skepticism, Walter avoided sighing.

"Adrian does better around people with low EQ and not around crowds. He's also good at coding," said Walter, hoping he wouldn't have to reveal magic to them...or the mess Adrian was quite literally dragged into.

"I still blame you for us nearly getting arrested for hacking NASA," said Adrian.

Walter glared at him.

"I'm liking him already," said Happy.

"So, brother O' mine, care to introduce us?" chirped Adrian.

"This is Happy, Toby and Sylvester," said Walter.

"I'm guessing mechanic," said Adrian, looking at the tools on Happy's desk. "You're a natural mathematician...and what are you?"

"Behavioral specialist," supplied Toby.

Adrian smirked. Walter knew that look.

"No playing poker against Toby...or helping him try to con people while playing," said Walter.

"You're no fun at all sometimes," pouted Adrian.

"No, I just don't want to hear you whining about getting your ass kicked because you went playing with Toby and he pissed someone off," corrected Walter.

"I only heard him say poker was off-limits," said Adrian to Toby, winking at him.

Toby perked up.

"I like the way you think."

And with that, Adrian quietly settled into Scorpion. He seemed to fit right in with the collective oddballs.

"What do you mean you released him to his brother?! He doesn't have a brother!" said an irate young woman.

"According to the records, he does. A brother and a sister. You know all files are double checked every five years, especially when the patient is scheduled to be sent to the long-term ward like he was. And his brother signed off as his guardian, seeing as how he's already caring for their sister," replied the healer calmly.

"Don't get smart with me, Malfoy. Where is he?"

"He was an absolute wreck and his condition was deteriorating rapidly the longer he was kept here. So the Chief Healer decided to move him to the long term ward since he didn't seem to be improving after the battle. That's when they found out he had a brother who happens to be the heir of a minor pure blood clan in Ireland. Naturally the rules say we have to contact any living family members in the event that the patient has to be moved to long term. He indicated he would rather keep Harry home than spend a large sum of money on people who haven't found out why he has so many panic attacks," stated Draco flatly. "And really Weaslette, if you actually cared about him you would have moved him years ago."

Ginny seethed.

"Coincidentally according to the Americans, any and all attempts to reclaim or otherwise harass Potter will result in being thrown in their magical jails...and they don't use dementors."

Ginny scoffed, and stormed out of the hospital. Malfoy watched her leave with dark amusement.

He alone had figured out Potter...no, O'Brien, was an empath. The moment he did, he started looking into any possible family.

For all of his snark and irritating attitude, O'Brien was the first to treat him with dignity and not immediately assume he was evil because he had been sorted into Slytherin. So it was a bit of a shock learning the Potter heir had been adopted into a minor pure blood clan in Ireland...and that someone had gone in and tried to wipe out their memories of him.

Fortunately, it looked like they had missed the son.

Which meant he could legally hand off O'Brien to his brother, who took the fact Draco had personally tracked him down and started the paperwork to alert him rather well.

Or, if he was reading the look this Walter was giving his brother, at least he wouldn't ruin him financially once Harry was well enough to function again. Walter looked pissed when he found out where Harry had vanished to. And that it had been his so-called 'friends' who deliberately dumped him and lost the initial paperwork.

Draco owed the current head of the Black family (following Sirius' death) his freedom.

"So you're working at an animal shelter?" said Walter.

"More animals than humans...and apparently the empathy thing makes them easier to adopt out."

"And animals have a limited range of emotions compared to humans," said Walter, rubbing his neck.

"I'll still be here to help, but at least this way I have something to do with my time other than acting as your personal linguist," said Adrian.

Adrian, in an effort to contribute to Scorpion as a whole and not feel left out, decided to become their personal translator. It didn't hurt that he cheated like crazy because he could. He didn't have to, but he needed something to do and feel useful.

"Plus, it doesn't hurt that I speak snake and happen to be able to turn into a bird," added Adrian.

"Say what now?"

"I'm a parselmouth, and my animal form is a bird," repeated Adrian.

"This I have to see."

One minute Adrian was there, the next a massive black bird with long tail feathers was sitting on his chair. It trilled in amusement before hopping onto Walter's arm. Walter had an evil idea.

Toby happened to be freaked by birds.

"How would you like to prank the others?"

Adrian trilled and bobbed his head. You could tell there was an evil glint in his eye.

Walter managed to hide his amusement as he walked into the garage with Adrian firmly on his shoulder like some sort of twisted parrot.

Toby yelped the second he saw him, and Walter was really, really trying not to laugh.

"What is that?" said Happy, eyeing Adrian warily.

"It's a bird."

"I can see that, but what kind is it?"

"I don't know, but he seems pretty friendly," said Walter. "He was on the car when I came in this morning."

"Walter, I am really uncomfortable having a bird that big in the garage," stated Sylvester nervously.

"I'll second that!" said Toby emphatically.

If only he could reveal magic to them. But to be honest he could use this as a reoccurring prank if he played his cards right.

"I'll go let him out upstairs. He might just fly off once I leave the window open."

Adrian grinned in his bird form, catching on to Walter's idea immediately. Pranks were in his blood, and this was a fairly harmless one.

Walter went upstairs with his brother and managed not to laugh the entire time. At least not until he got to the roof.

"That was hilarious."

"I know right? And next time tell them I'm a phoenix. Or I could give you the scientific name for it," said Adrian, snickering.

"Probably best to go with the scientific name," said Walter, grinning.

His EQ levels always started to elevate around Adrian, just like his brother's IQ went up a bit around Walter. They seemed to feed off each other.

"So if they're that freaked about a bird, what would happen around a dog?"

"Probably not. Though it would be funny if you brought a snake home or something. Or maybe an iguana," said Walter grinning.

"Or I could really freak them out with a large cat," said Adrian.

"Not like you couldn't afford it, and seeing people's reactions would be hysterical."

Walter had no issue with his brother bringing an animal into the garage. Adrian was very responsible, and they almost had a dog or a cat before he was suddenly kidnapped. It was supposed to act as a secondary shield against his ability in the event Walter wasn't around.

It would have been registered as a service animal, considering Adrian had trouble functioning in large crowds without being overwhelmed.