WriterFreak001:
God, I love this freaking show! I just want it to make new episodes forever! X) The hiatus is killing me! I hope there's not another one after the 16th episode because three weeks of waiting is just ridiculous!
Anyway, here's chapter 4!
As I said, this story will be slightly steamier and more suggestive. I won't be going into full out 50 Shades of Grey detail (don't read it; it'll burn your retinas…I read the first ten chapters and was like: NOPE! Never again!), but scenes between WAIGE will be just a tad more descriptive than usual. Anyway, read at your own discretion.
Hope you enjoy it! :D
Title | Mind Games
Fandom | Scorpion (CBS)
Description | Post-Deception. Four months passed since the ending of "Deception," and it seemed as though life, for the most part, returned to normal for Team Scorpion. Walter and Paige were given a chance to focus on their relationship in the midst of all of the cases that were assigned to the team. However, eventually, all great things must end, and once again, Team Scorpion will have to deal with an even bigger opponent than the Leviathan Mafia. Mark Collins is back for revenge and will have something big in store for Walter – something even the 197 IQ genius might not be able to see coming. And Collins's return just might cause a rift within the Scorpion family in the process, making it next to impossible for them to beat his ultimate game.
Rating| This fanfiction will be rated T for violence, obscene language, sexual themes as well as brain stuff and fluff.
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!
Mind Games
Sequel to Deception
Written by WriterFreak001
Chapter 4
~ SCORPION ~
"Registering for a gun?" Walter reiterated as his eyes popped open. He never considered himself wanting to ever wield a gun, but after recent events, the thought of owning a gun wasn't a bad idea – especially if it meant protecting Paige and Ralph from various threats. Or even protecting the rest of his team. Perhaps it wouldn't be such a bad idea if everyone registered for handguns.
"You heard me." Cabe folded his arms in front of him. "Of course you don't have to have an answer right away, but it might be a good idea for you to consider owning one. I can't always be here to protect all of your asses. Sylvester will shoot someone's eye out; Toby's not very good with his hands, and Happy would get too trigger-happy. Perhaps it would be something you could talk to Paige about. She might have an opinion on the matter."
"I'll…," Walter paused when he saw Paige and Ralph making their way down the steps, "think about it."
"Good." Cabe patted him on the back. As Paige and Ralph approached them, Ralph ran up to Cabe and smiled. Cabe bent down and ruffled his hair. "So, a little birdie tells me you're anxious about seeing the stars tonight."
"Yes, indeed." Ralph beamed. "I'd like that, very much."
"A kid with manners," Cabe chuckled as he winked at Paige. "is hard to come by these days."
"He learned from the best," Paige laughed and then handed Ralph his bag. "You be good for Cabe, okay?"
"Okay." Ralph nodded. "I'm determined to locate more constellations tonight!"
Walter walked away, scrawled something onto a piece of paper and then made his way back to the group. "When you get there," he handed the paper to Ralph, "be sure to check these coordinates out and tell me tomorrow what you find."
"Okay!" Ralph folded up the piece of paper hand pushed it into his pocket before taking Cabe's hand. "I'll see you tomorrow Mom. Bye Walter."
Paige bent down and kissed Ralph's forehead as Walter ruffled his hair. When Cabe and Ralph left the garage, Toby made his way over to Walter and Paige. "So," Toby slowly rocked himself back and forth as he folded his arms against his chest, "with Ralph gone for the night, are you two going upstairs to put the pleasure theory into practice?" Paige rolled her eyes as Walter gave Toby a distasteful look before the two of them walked away from the shrink and made their way towards Walter's desk. "What?! It was a fair question!"
"I don't know about you guys, but I'm going out to get some food. Feel free to join." Happy said as she pulled her hair up into a ponytail. "But be warned; I'm driving."
As Happy headed out of the garage, Toby smirked and tipped his hat towards Walter and Paige. "And that's my cue." Toby whirled around and headed for the door.
Sylvester quickly followed but stopped to add, "If the two of you decide to, you know, downstairs, please remember to disinfect any area you contaminate… Also, please stay away from my desk; I already cleaned it twice today." Before Walter and Paige could reply to Sylvester's comment, the human calculator raced out the door and called for Happy and Toby to wait for him.
It took a few minutes for both Walter and Paige to register Sylvester's statement as well as realize they were alone in the garage. "So," Walter clapped his hands together…. "Hungry?"
"Starving." Paige muttered before she planted a kiss on Walter's cheek. "Why don't you order some pizza and wait for it to arrive; then, once it has been delivered, meet me on the roof."
"The roof?" Walter raised an eyebrow. "Why the roof?"
"Just do it, okay?" Paige laughed and then pecked him on the lips. "I promise," she whispered into his ear, "It'll be very rewarding."
Walter's eyes shot open as he swallowed the lump in his throat. Shivers crawled up and down his spine. "Okay," he spoke quickly. She gave him a quick kiss on the lips, lightly tapped his cheek and then headed for the stairs. It took several minutes for Walter to remember the task Paige had given him as he thought about all of the possibilities of what Paige's words could have meant. As soon as he finished ordering two boxes of pizza, he looked towards the loft and then at his watch and then he looked at the loft again.
Waiting for the pizza was going to be the death of him.
~ SCORPION ~
"How the hell're you spotting all those damn constellations so fast?!" Cabe exclaimed as he looked through the telescope. Cabe could only spot The Big Dipper in the night sky – all of the other constellations look like nothing more than specks of light in the sky. He found the night sky beautiful, but the fact that he didn't have a great astronomic eye frustrated him to no end.
"It's easy," Ralph smiled as Cabe stepped away from the telescope. "As long as you know the celestial coordinates of any given star in a major constellation, like Betelgeuse within the belt of Orion, you can then locate the rest of the connecting stars within that constellation."
"Is there a simpler way to do all of this?" Cabe laughed as he ruffled Ralph's hair. "I may be smart, kid, but I'm not that smart."
Ralph pulled out a plastic chart out of his backpack and handed it to Cabe. "Here." Ralph smiled. "Walter helped me make it; it's a star chart for the Lost Angeles area. I have eleven others in my room; this one is just for March. I don't need it, but maybe it could help you locate more constellations than a portion of Ursa Major – aka The Big Dipper."
"Don't mind if I do." Cabe chuckled as he took the chart from Ralph and started studying it. "So," he lowered the chart down and looked at Ralph, "I don't know if anyone has ever asked you this, kiddo, but what do you feel about your mother and Walter dating?"
Ralph looked into the telescope as he answered Cabe. "Walter makes my mom happy, and Mom makes Walter happy too. Therefore, their relationship is absolute and warrants no other analysis on my part." Then, he returned to the telescope and looked into the sky.
"I'm sure they'd be glad to hear that from you sometime in the future." Cabe grinned; "I think you and your mother has been the best thing that has ever happened to Walter. It doesn't take a genius to know that Walter loves your mother. Your mother obviously loves Walter too."
"I know," Ralph smiled as he offered the telescope up to Cabe. "Mom told me several months ago that there was a possibility in which Walter could become my new dad. She would only say that if she wanted it to happen; otherwise, she wouldn't have said anything at all."
"That's a keen observation, son." Cabe patted Ralph's back. "You're definitely well beyond your years, kid."
"Thanks." Ralph replied and then looked at the sky. For the rest of their mini fieldtrip, Cabe and Ralph were silent and simply enjoyed the beauty around them as they admired the stars.
~ SCORPION ~
Once the pizza arrived, Walter paid the delivery man and then sprinted up the stairs towards the loft. Then he climbed up the stairs towards the roof; when he opened the door, he was not expecting to see a white table cloth draped over the picnic table nor the lit candle displayed as a centerpiece. He also saw an inflatable mattress with various blankets sitting on top of it. He was certainly curious as to what Paige Dineen was planning. He placed the pizza boxes on the table and was caught by surprise when a pair of soft hands covered his eyes from behind him.
"What is all of this?" He asked, knowing who was shielding his eyes.
"Just something I threw together last minute." Paige replied as she removed her palms from his eyes. He turned around, and she hooked her arms around him. "We haven't been out on a date in a long while so I thought this might suffice."
"It's definitely unexpected," Walter commented as he scanned the rooftop again. "Just wondering…," he looked at the makeshift bed again, "what is the bed for?"
"To watch the stars," Paige shrugged, laughed and then winked. "And, perhaps, anything else you'd be comfortable with." Before he could reply, she pulled him down for a slow kiss and then led him to the picnic table. "But first," she sat down; he sat down across from her, "let's eat. I'm famished."
For the next half hour, Walter and Paige eventually finished one of the two ordered boxes of pizza, discussed recent cases and mutually agreed not to talk about Mark Collins. The man had caused too much drama in their lives already, and they weren't going to give him the satisfaction of being the number one topic in their conversations. Once they were done with dinner, the migrated over to the inflated mattress and gazed at the stars.
Walter then turned to look at Paige. "What's your favorite constellation?"
"It's not out this time of year." Paige laughed as she continued to stare at the stars.
"I can disprove that theory," Walter replied quickly and then repeated his question. "Tell me, what's your favorite constellation?"
"You really want to know?" She finally looked at him, raising her eyebrow.
"I wouldn't have asked if I didn't." Walter said as his fingers grazed Paige's palm underneath the blankets.
"True," Paige smiled and then turned to look at the sky again. "It's Cygnus."
Paige's answer caught Walter's undivided attention. "Why Cygnus?" He wasn't trying to make fun of her favorite constellation; he was actually curious of how the constellation, Cygnus, became Paige's favorite one. Most people either choose Ursa Major or Orion – his was Scorpio for obvious reasons, and he was half-expecting her to have the same response. Cygnus was certainly not an answer he was expecting.
"I've always liked swans," Paige shrugged. "That's all."
"Okay," Walter nodded, accepting the challenge. He stared at the sky for a few minutes and then nodded. "Give me your hand."
"Okay?" Paige laughed as she placed her hand into Walter's palm. He used her pointer finger to connect various stars together. "While Cygnus isn't actually present this time of year, as you had said, you can still be able to create your own version of the constellation with the observable stars in the night sky. While this technique isn't an exact science, it's always interesting to see what your mind can come up with when you look at the sky."
"Since when were you a fan of imagination, Walter?" Paige raised an eyebrow.
"Since I saw the movie A Beautiful Mind." Walter deadpanned, causing Paige to laugh. "Anyway, northeast of the Moon is Jupiter." He glided her finger across the sky to a dim star. "Now, you are pointing at Aldebaran, a star that's part of the constellation, Taurus. Assume the angle from Jupiter to Aldebaran represents the body of Cygnus." Walter continued to trace a makeshift Cygnus with Paige's finger. The wings were formed by Sirius, Betelgeuse and Capella. Walter could tell that Paige was thoroughly impressed with the way he used stars from other constellations and a planet to create a different constellation altogether. "Like I said," he stared at the sky as Paige leaned in and kissed his cheek, "it isn't an exact science so it's not entirely accurate, but it's an entertaining pastime."
Paige laid her head against his shoulder and pressed her hand against his chest. "I still can't understand how you aren't able to see the beauty in art, Walter; like it or not, what you just demonstrated is quite an art form."
"Paintings are different than astronomy, Paige," Walter replied as he stared at the sky. "Paintings, to me, are nothing more than paint on the canvas. While I recognize the fact that some arts have meaning to most people, I still don't understand the aesthetics of colors on a canvas. Astronomy, however, holds the secrets of the universe. What I demonstrated to you, Paige, isn't art." Walter caught her case, "It's nothing but astronomical mathematics – you know, calculating right ascension and declination. That sort of thing."
"Call it what you want, Walter," Paige laughed before leaning in to give him a quick kiss. "it's still a form of art."
"I disagree." Walter gulped as Paige trapped him against the inflatable bed.
"We'll see about that," Paige whispered into his ear before she kissed hard on the mouth. As things started to escalate, Paige pulled away from him and then rose to her feet. She straightened out her clothes and headed for the door. "We can continue where we left off in the bedroom." When she disappeared, Walter took a moment to process what had just happened and the moment Paige's words registered, he jumped off of the inflatable mattress and made his way to the door.
Oh, the things that woman did to him.
~ SCORPION ~
"So," Toby said as he tossed a fry into his mouth, "Sly, what are the chances that Walter and Paige will decide to get hitched in the next few years? They're practically married already seeing as they are pretty much inseparable. It's only a matter of time before Paige will probably want to make things official."
"They're not going to get married," Happy rebutted before taking a sip from her beer bottle. "Walt doesn't believe in that marriage crap."
"Well," Toby shrugged, "Walter never really believed in love either; now look him. I don't know if he actually calls his feelings for Paige 'love,' but Mr. 197 is whipped more than the cream you put on Apple Pie! He'll do just about anything for Paige and Ralph. If that's not what love is, then don't call me Dr. Tobias Curtis anymore."
"We don't call you that anyway," Sylvester replied as he sipped his vanilla shake from his straw.
"That's not the point." Toby rolled his eyes. "Anyway, what d'you think, Sly? Think Walt will tie the knot anytime soon?"
"It's hard to say…; I agree with Happy in some respect because, like she said, before meeting Paige, Walter wasn't really into the whole settling down thing."
"He wasn't really into the whole girlfriend thing either." Happy added.
"And yet," Toby threw his hands up to mimic a volcanic explosion, "Walter O'Brien is smitten with Paige Dineen, adores Ralph and is practically glued to Paige 24/7. Without legal documentation, he and Paige are basically married."
"You didn't let me finish, Toby." Sylvester frowned. He sipped from his shake again. "What I was going to add was that after Walter and Paige started dating, Walter became very unpredictable. Who knew the guy was actually a romantic?"
"I wouldn't go as far as calling Walt a romantic," Happy said before taking another swig of her beer.
"But he sure knows how to woo Paige, that's for sure." Toby laughed. "Talk about your constants and your universes."
"Anyway," Sylvester shrugged, "I mean, it's possible… that Walter might consider the possibility of settling down with Paige and Ralph, but I don't see that happening for another year or so. But who knows, Paige is more unpredictable than Walter has been as of lately; perhaps she might ask Walter to make some kind of commitment."
"Whether he's made one or not, I'm pretty damn sure Walt's committed." Toby chuckled. "After all, Paige is Walter's longest romantic relationship. She seems to be the only woman he's ever been able to emotionally connect with; the man says he doesn't have emotions, but Paige is walking proof that Walter emotes on some level."
"Fine. Let's bet on it." Happy smirked. "Fifty bucks say Walt and Paige won't get married within next two years."
"I beg to differ," Toby raised his eyebrows. "Raising the stakes to 100. I say Walter and Paige will tie the knot in the next six months."
Toby and Happy looked at Sylvester. "Sly?"
"Oh no. I'm not betting anything. Money already makes me nervous as is, and there's no way I'm going to get involved. If they get married, they get married. If they don't, well, I'm sure they have their reasons."
"You fun-sucker." Toby frowned. "I swear, Sly, you need to get laid."
"I could say the same thing to you, Doc." Happy deadpanned as Sylvester's cheeks reddened.
"You know you could help with that," Toby winked at Happy.
"You're disgusting." Happy rolled her eyes as she slapped money on the table. "Come on, Sly. Let's ditch this joint and leave Toby living in his fantasies." As she started to leave, both Toby and Sylvester followed.
"Uh, where are we going to go?" Sylvester asked as they hopped into the van.
"Sly has a point, Happy. By now, Walt and Paige are probably christening the entire garage. Not something I'd like to walk in on." Toby admitted.
"Grow up both of you; I'm sure Walter and Paige wouldn't be that stupid; they know we have to return at some point." Happy replied as she turned on the car. "And if they happen to be doing the nasty downstairs, then us walking in on them will teach them a lesson to keep their sexual activities upstairs in Walt's bedroom where it belongs."
"I'm so going to regret this." Sylvester muttered as Happy stepped on the gas and raced home.
~ SCORPION ~
It didn't take long for Walter and Paige to end up on his bed, entangled in the sheets. Even though they had been sleeping together for several months, each time they had sex, Walter felt as though he was re-experiencing everything with Paige for the first time, but he didn't know why. He just knew that the way she made him feel with every kiss…, lick…, touch… was extraordinary – Paige was extraordinary in everything she did. And yet she was modest about it. No matter how many times they've slept together, Paige never tried to physically impress him – from what he could tell, everything they did together was perfectly natural. Walter would be an idiot to deny the fact that he enjoyed having sex with Paige.
"A penny for your thoughts?" Paige asked as she met his gaze and drew imaginary circles along his chest.
"Nothing worth divulging." Walter replied; his arms tightened around the woman's form and firmly held her against him. She hooked hands around his neck and then curled her fingers into his hair as she leaned in to kiss him.
"I have a theory," Paige suddenly muttered as her lips tantalized his jawline. Walter remained silent and closed his eyes, wanting nothing more than to listen to her voice hum into his ear. When he didn't respond, she continued. "Earlier, while we were the roof, you had mentioned how much you appreciated the astronomical aesthetics of the night sky."
"Go on," he mumbled and rolled his eyes towards the heavens as Paige pushed her belly against his.
"And I told you that, to me, your demonstration on the roof was a beautiful form of art." Paige continued slowly; Walter nodded in response and then received a kiss from Paige. She teased him by how slow her lips moved against his, and he had to wonder if she was trying to prove something to him. "Well," she smirked against his lips, "I don't think the way you and I see things are all that different."
"What do you mean?" Walter raised an eyebrow.
Paige used her strength to roll both of them over until she was directly underneath Walter. "There. That's better," she laughed as she pulled Walter down for another kiss. As his lips traveled down to her collarbone, she continued with her analysis. "Despite the fact that you and I see the world differently," Paige cupped Walter's face and caused him to stop his ministrations as she caught his gaze. "we both find the night sky fascinating in our own way – the mathematics and the science behind the universe are what appeals to you; the colors and the beauty of the sky are what appeals to me. At the end of the day," Paige smiled, "you and I are both talking about the same sky."
"I can see you're trying to get somewhere with this," Walter assessed as her fingers melted against his neck.
"Eventually, I will." Paige laughed. "But answer this first." She reached for her phone and pulled up a picture of a painting. "This painting is an example of a Cubist painting by Pablo Picasso in the early twentieth century. The goal of Cubism was to break down items to its simplest structures to convey the idea that not everyone sees the same shape; Cubism is heavily based on perception. So, my question," she placed the phone into his hands, "to you is: can you find appreciation for a Cubist painting as opposed to something painted by Jackson Pollock or even Thomas Kinkaid?"
"First of all," Walter chuckled, "I don't know who those other artists are. To answer your question, though," Walter looked at the painting again, "from a geometric approach, I can see how the painting would have value, and I have to agree that thispainting appears to be more intellectually engaging…," he licked his lips, "than most," he caught her gaze, "but I still don't understand why colors on canvases could be worth millions."
Paige took her phone and placed it back on the dresser. "Your answer is good enough for me," she laughed and squeezed her legs against his hips.
He still felt like there was more to her assessment. "You're still reaching for something…." Suddenly, Paige slid out from underneath Walter and turned on the bedside lamp. She stood directly in front of him, and he couldn't help but gaze at her naked body. He gulped. "What're you doing, Paige?"
"In your own words, Walter O'Brien, I want you to describe what you see." Paige challenged him.
"You what?" he raised an eyebrow.
"You heard me."
"I'm not comfortable doing that," Walter shook his head even though he continued to stare at her body.
"Okay, fine." Paige shrugged as she headed for the door.
"What're you doing?"
"I'm going to go and get another genius's opinion," Paige shrugged.
Walter couldn't tell if she was kidding or actually being serious. He was pretty sure she was only kidding, but he didn't dare want to risk it. "Okay. Fine." Walter gave into Paige's demands. Paige smiled and walked back over to him. He disclosed all of the ways he found her body aesthetically pleasing and was rewarded with much more than just a kiss. He didn't know what Paige was trying to prove, but he couldn't complain about the way she rewarded him. Many minutes pass, and the two were well spent. Paige's leg was curled around Walter's waist, and her hand was teasing his chest hair as she lay her cheek against his collarbone. Walter still couldn't believe how much power Paige held over him, but he was beginning to accept it even more.
"And," Paige muttered softly and then kissed his collarbone, "after what we just did, can you honestly tell me you still see sex as nothing more than – well – sex?" Her question caught Walter's attention. "Earlier tonight, you were still able to see beauty in the night sky – it might not have been described as I would have described it, but you were still fascinated by the mysteries the universe has to offer. Your description of the night sky wasn't just based on pure logic – not to me, anyway." She pushed herself upwards until she was able to press her chest against his and trap him against his bed. "And when you described what you saw in that Cubist painting…and when you told me everything you see whenever you see my body… you still were able to see aesthetic value in the painting… and in me," she licked her lips, "so," she cupped his cheeks, "I can't believe – after everything we just did and have done together – you would still think that all we do is just sex."
So that was what her angle was. He didn't think his statement from earlier in the afternoon had bothered her so much. "Paige…," he started but she hushed him.
"When I do this…," she nibbled on his ear, "or this," she weaved her hands through his hair, "and this," she placed kisses on his eyelids, then his nose, his lips, jawline, the crook of his neck, his chest and then a sensitive area just underneath his navel before climbing back up his body to meet his gaze, "and also this," she kissed him hard on the mouth as she pushed her abdomen against his, "I am not just having sex with you, Walter." She kissed him again and whispered, "I am making love to you too."
"Paige," he finally caught her attention as he cupped her face into his palms. "I h-had no intention of mak – of making you th-think that what we do…what we do together is nothing, um, nothing more than sexual intercourse. As you know," he paused and curled a strand of her hair behind her ear, "I am not, um, the best at processing nor translating my feelings – espe-especially when th-they're about…when they're about you. I d-do feel like I'm, um, like I'm getting better, but we b-both know I, um, I have a long way to go." He lightly pressed his lips against hers and then continued. Even though he had been dating Paige for almost six months, he still had trouble verbalizing his feelings. "The r-reason I, um, I continually referred to this," he gestured towards their perfectly aligned bodies, "as, um, as sexual intercourse is b-because it's…it's easier for me to, um, to process from an ana…an analytical p-p-perspective." He webbed his fingers through her hair, "The b-best way," he closed his eyes and inhaled a deep breath before letting it slowly, "The best way for m-me to, um, to explain this scenario is to say th-that there is a, um, a barrier that separates what…that separates what goes on i-in here," he tapped his temple, "and," he swallowed the lump in his throat, "and what happens inside this bedroom."
Before he could continue, Paige pressed her mouth against his and then started feathering hot kisses down his jawline, along his neck and towards his collarbone. "Th-that being said," Walter added, "I hope I have adequately clarified myse–"
"Just shut up and let me kiss you," Paige cut Walter off before she anxiously slid her tongue inside his mouth as she started doing wicked, wicked things to his body. The sensations he felt were so surreal and visceral – he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life showing Paige exactly how much he loved her.
There would be no sleeping in Walter's bedroom tonight.
~ SCORPION ~
WriterFreak001:
Well, hello. That was one juicy chapter! I enjoyed writing it, and I hope you enjoyed reading it. I hope the ending scene wasn't out of your comfort zone. I also hope the characters aren't OOC, either. This is my imagination as to how Walter and Paige would be like if and when they are together on the show. (Fingers crossed that it happens in Season 2).
As far as Quintis goes in this fic: I know it is slow moving. I know a lot of people probably disagree with me, but while I think Quintis would be cute together, the romance (as far as right now) in the show between Happy and Toby doesn't appeal to me. So far, it seems only one-sided. Toby has constantly told Happy how he feels about her, and yet Happy keeps pulling away. Obviously she has a lot of internal conflict to sort through first. Yes, she was jealous of Toby in "Charades," but I still think she has a while to go before admitting to herself that she likes / is in love with Toby. Then again, I don't know what will happen in future episodes – that is just my take on the relationship.
Anyway, I still hope you enjoyed this chapter! :)