He had been trying to approach the subject from the moment they had gotten up, the memory had been weighing on him the whole night. 2 weeks had passed but he couldn't forget the look in her eyes when he had exposed something in Happy that was Painful and raw that she fell apart in his arms.
"Happy I've been trying to give you your space with it but...we still haven't spoken about the incident on the roof."
"Can't we just forget it"
"I know that it may be what you want,but I can't, I need to know what sparked such a reaction in you. I want to work through it with you."
"Does it have to be now?"
"No, but I need to know that I want to talk about it."
"That's great, but right now I'm trying to not get shot."
" ... Are you ok?"
"Doc!"
"Ok sorry! I'll let you focus"
"thank you!"
He was glad that he had gotten to hold her as she fell apart, she had previously, slowly been revealing little snippets as to the events of her traumatic childhood. She was often reliving moments as she told them and some nights where she couldn't sleep she would feel safe enough to express the thoughts that had been plaguing her, but she hadn't been open to divulging so much lately due to a previous reaction from Toby, he had realised it the moment he saw the look in her eyes as he lost his cool,he had let his control slip and reacted, not as a trained professional, but as a man who was angered and frustrated by the cruelty and neglect his girlfriend had had to suffer, which had in turn made her hesitant to be so honest again. She didn't want such things plaguing him too, he had his own damage to contend with. Maybe she had become so used to having him as a sounding board that when she had rebuilt her walls the pressure had become too much to handle alone once more.
So it surprised them both when she had mindlessly said one evening as they lay curled up the night previously. Happy had been dozing on his chest, as he stroked a gentle hand through her hair while also reading one of his many books, that the last time she had cried and fallen apart so violently when she was 15. his hand had frozen and was at a sudden loss as to how he should handle this sudden acquisition of information. She was opening up again and he had been so scared that once she had stopped opening up,she never would again.
He badly wanted to know what had happened then, just as much as what had happened 2 weeks previously up on that roof. The idea of Happy Quinn so vulnerable, alone in that state was horrifying to him. He never wanted to see her so hurt again. He felt guilty and responsible for the incident on the rooftop- for what he said, it was the truth but it was expelled in anger and frustration which as he as a psychiatrist knew was a recipe for disaster. But she had said no more on it and continued to doze. She had a thing for dropping bombs on him.
Both Walter,Paige and Happy were trapped behind a large warehouse having just handed off a large shipment of people to Cabe who had been working undercover and feeding information back to the team, they had manipulated the electronic communication's between the group so what was supposed to be a pick up, had Cabe driving off with a rather large shipment, only Paige was supposed to be with him however had been mistaken for shipment and Walter and Happy had to make a slight adjustment to the plan of rescuing those who were being kept at the warehouse, to include rescuing Paige from the hands of a gentleman who's plans for Paige were sure to be less than holy. Thus they were rumbled and now had a a group of human traffickers with guns out for blood. Their blood.
Toby's blood ran ice cold when that what heard was Walters cry of "stop" and a series of gunshots before the line cut and there was no response.
His heart was pounding, the rushing in his ears drowned out Slyvester's every word. Was the room spinning? He couldn't speak, his jaw had locked. His limbs felt to heavy, his head felt like it could off his shoulders, if he moved it so much as an inch.
His eyes found it hard to focus of the face in front of him. Dark hair. Darker eyes. Small hands waved in front of his face. He needed them to stop, with more precision than he expected from his clumbsy, heavy hands he pulled them to his lap. He was sitting. She was sitting.
It was barely a whisper and cracked and sounded like he had swallowed sandpaper.
"dear god, I thought you were dead. for sure. There was nothing. No sound. No phone call."
"actually dummy, there was. Cabe got us. He turned the lorry around when he head what had happened. You freaked and took your com out you idiot. He brought back up. Worst injury sustained is Paige, she hit the guy so hard she has broken her wrist. Other than that its cuts and bruises."
"I thought because I distracted you, they had gained the upper hand."
"not a chance. We are scorpion. Scorpion never loses"
"one day our luck will run out"
"shut up doc, we are going home. To talk"
"no, we are going home, ordering pizza. Going for a bath and i'm spooning you tonight. Talking is for tomorrow"
she gave a soft laugh.
"well, ok then"
she began to stand but he pulled her down onto himself, squeezing her tight.
"Just give me a minute"
