WriterFreak001:
Those promo pictures for 1x18 "Once Bitten, Twice Die" are hilarious! I am very curious to see how they connect because they all seem very random to me. LOL
Anyway, I hope you enjoy this chapter!
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!
WARNING:
Readers' Discretion is advised. Obscene language in this chapter.
Mind Games
Sequel to Deception
Written by WriterFreak001
Chapter 19
~ SCORPION ~
Walter glanced at his watch and counted the seconds as 2:00 AM drew near. When Mark Collins gave him a hint as to where he could save Paige, Walter knew exactly where to go. Once, when Mark was a part of the team, he and Walter finished a late dinner at a local diner and then they drove to Angeles National Forest for no apparent reason and discussed various topics of science and future technology, but mainly, their conversation revolved around the theory of Supersymmetry.
He checked his watch again.
1:58 AM.
The wait was becoming unbearable. Walter knew Mark would keep his promise; as strange as it sounded, Mark Collins was always a man of his word – in his own sick and twisted way. With one more minute on the clock, Walter heard both Paige's and Mark's voice; Mark was grumbling demands, and Paige was begging him to release her. And then he saw them making their way into the clearing. When he saw her, called out her name and started running towards her.
"Not so fast, O'Brien!" Mark spat as he pulled out a gun and pressed it against Paige's temple. Walter stopped dead in his tracks, and Paige was shaking with fear. She placed one hand over her belly and silently pleaded for her life. Tears stained her swollen cheeks as new ones fell.
"Mark!" Walter shouted as he grabbed for his gun and pointed it at Mark Collins. His hands were shaking.
"Unless you want a bloodbath on your hands," Mark yelled. "I suggest you drop your weapon!"
Walter didn't hesitate and dropped his gun as he took a step forward towards Mark and Paige. "Mark," he said with a warning tone. "Let her go." Mark didn't heed Walter's request. "This is between you and me, Mark. Paige has nothing to do with our quarrels;" his voice softened as he slowly took another step towards them, lugging his shoulder bag along with him. "I beg you; let her go."
"See what you've become?!" Mark bellowed with anger, "You're pathetic! This fucking woman," he yanked on Paige's hair and drove the nozzle against her skin, "has destroyed you, Walter!"
Walter took another step towards Mark and Paige. "You're wrong, Mark."
"I AM NOT WRONG!" Mark's face turned red as he forced Paige on her knees, jerked her upwards by tugging on her hair and cocked his gun. Paige grabbed her scalp and cried in pain.
"Y-you're right! You're right!" Walter immediately recanted his previous statement as his hands flailed in front of him. Walter's heart began to pound. "I'm n-not the same p-person as I was when you worked for Scorpion; you're right, Mark," Walter glanced at Paige for a split second and then refocused on Mark Collins, "th-the Walter O'Brien you knew," he shook his head, "is no longer around." He gulped, "And, I'll admit," he forced a smile, "I have been blindsided lately, but that's not Paige's fault. P-Paige has made me a better person; I changed because I wanted to change, and she h-helped me learn to g-give people the b-benefit of the doubt."
"That's bullshit!" Mark spat.
"You're right," Walter agreed as he stopped walking towards them. "At least where you stand, it is. I thought solitary confinement would benefit you, but I was wrong. And because I was wrong and didn't keep a closer eye on you while you were in jail, you're more insane than you've ever been, and I'm not sorry for sending you away the first time." His fingers had balled into fists, and he kept his distance. "If you want to kill me, then kill me, but let Paige go."
Mark removed the gun from Paige's temple and pointed it towards Walter. Seconds passed and then Mark smirked as he retracted his gun. "Killing you would be too easy of a feat. And besides," he chuckled as he pushed Paige forward and placed the gun against the small of her back, "I can't have fun with you if you're not breathing."
"Mark, I'm warning you, let her go!" Walter clenched his jaw.
"Or what? You'll run to Daddy and tell on me?" Mark frowned as he pressed the side of Paige's head into the ground. "While you're at it, you should tell him how much I enjoyed shoving my tongue down your girlfriend's throat as I forced myself onto her." Walter froze. Mark smirked. "She was quite the tasty one, might I add? And the way she begged for mercy as I fuc—"
"Walter! He's lying! Don't listen to him!" Paige's hoarse voice cut Mark off and caught Walter's attention. "He didn't touch me! He didn't tou—"
"SHUT UP, BITCH!" Mark shoved the nozzle of the gun into her mouth. She started to gag. Mark shot a glance towards Walter and roared, "THIS IS HOW IT'S GOING TO GO! YOU CAN EITHER WATCH ME LODGE BULLETS INTO YOUR FUCKING WHORE'S BRAIN, OR YOU CAN LEAVE WITH ME AND NEVER COME BACK! WHICH WILL IT BE, WALTER!?"
Leave Scorpion? Leave Paige and Ralph? And his child? He couldn't do that! But he couldn't watch Paige die either.
"GOING ONCE! GOING TWICE!"
"Okay!" Walter exclaimed as he took a step forward, "I'll go with you! I'll go, and I won't ever come back! You have my word, Mark." Walter ran his hand through his hair, "I'll go."
Mark smiled a menacing grin as he removed his gun from Paige's mouth. "We leave now."
"Okay. Okay." Walter inhaled a deep breath. Just where the hell was Cabe?! Sly should have contacted him by now! "Let me say goodbye to Paige first. And you have to promise me you won't hurt her."
"Fiiiine." Mark rolled his eyes. "You have two minutes. Any second later, and she's dead." Mark pushed himself upward and took a few steps away from Paige; Walter took that opportunity to scramble towards her.
As she pushed herself up, he dropped to his knees and pulled her into a tight embrace. He didn't even think about it; it just happened. She winced from his touch, and he immediately withdrew his arms from her body as he closely examined all of her wounds. He gently touched her face and apologized immensely for everything Mark had put her through.
"It's not your fault," she whispered and found his gaze with her swollen eyes. "I don't blame you."
"It is my fault." Walter frowned, "If I h—"
"W-Walter," Paige released a heavy breath of hair as her bottom lip quivered, "Please…. Don't. Don't d-do this to yourself. I didn't go through hell for you to torment yourself over it." She started to shiver; Walter immediately took off his denim jacket and draped it around her shoulders. "If you want someone to b-blame," she glanced at Mark and then looked back at Walter, "blame him."
"One minute!" Mark shouted, causing both Walter and Paige to jump.
"Walter," Paige spoke quietly as she leaned her forehead against his, "Mark has no intention of keeping me alive. He plans on killing me the moment you go with him."
"I won't let that happen," Walter muttered as Paige laced her fingers with his. "Do you trust me?"
Paige nodded slightly as she leaned over to kiss the corner of his mouth. "Always."
Walter gently tugged on her chin and kissed her gingerly. "I promise, everything will work out eventually." Hopefully.
"I have faith in you," she kissed him again. "Both of us," she brought the back of his hand to her belly, "believe in you, Walter."
"I know you do." Walter pressed his lips against her forehead. "I know you do."
"I don't care what Mark has tried to tell you, Walter." Paige's eyes melted into his gaze. Her lip began to quiver again. "I love you." A tear fell from her eye, "And I always will."
"I know." Walter smiled. "I know you do." Before he could say anything else, Mark grabbed Paige's hair and yanked her away from him. She cried out in pain as he pushed her to the ground.
"Time's up!" Mark bellowed at Walter. "Get over there!"
"I said I would go with you, Mark! Don't touch her!" Walter started to advance him, but he pulled out a switchblade and pointed his gun at her. He stopped dead in his tracks.
"I am just taking small safety measures," Mark replied. Without warning, he opened his blade and jammed it into Paige's foot. Paige yelped in pain as Collins ripped the blade out of her foot and thrust it into her other one. Her screams grew louder. "There. Now you're not a flight risk," Mark chuckled. Anger boiled up inside of Walter as Mark stepped away from Paige. He walked up to Walter and slammed his fist into his gut; Walter doubled over and coughed as Mark made his way back over to Paige. "Now. To tie up loose ends."
"Mark!" Walter coughed, "Don't! You promised!"
Mark turned to face Walter as he picked up his switchblade. "Promises were made to be broken."
And then, a gunshot fired.
~ SCORPION ~
WriterFreak001:
Yes. I know. Another cliffhanger. I kinda struggled with this chapter, but I think it turned out all right.
Let me know what you think!