WriterFreak001:
Nothing new. I plan on updating Poaching by Saturday. Tomorrow, my second favorite show comes back on for its third season premiere so I'll be busy marathoning the last six or so eps of the last season. I will be out all day Friday so Saturday is my best bet. :) I'll try to work on some of it tonight, but it will most likely not be completed until Saturday at the earliest.
Title | A Thousand Words
Fandom | Scorpion (CBS)
Description | A photo is worth a thousand words.
Rating| This fanfiction will be rated K for fluff and tears.
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!
A Thousand Words
Written by WriterFreak001
Chapter 02
~ SCORPION ~
Walter glanced at the second photo and ran his fingers over the plastic film protecting it; he traced her outline so carefully, picturing himself reliving the moment in the picture where he was standing in front of her as her hands slowly grabbed for his fingers. She had spent part of the evening trying to teach him how to flirt, but he had failed miserably. Though, the way she casually flipped her honey-colored hair and battered her long lashes had not gone unnoticed; he had committed everything she did to memory and only wished he could reach out and hold her hand again.
He remembered how soft her skin felt against his as her palms slowly moved up his arms and rested on top of his shoulders. The first time her long, slender fingers curled through his hair and caressed the sides of his face made him weak in the knees. He had kept telling himself she was only teasing him for the sake of a case, but secretly, he hadn't wanted her to stop. The way he had felt was strange and foreign but also welcoming; losing the ability to function hadn't been completely unpleasant.
There were only three people who knew what had happened in the loft that night, and one of them was gone, the other one was in assisted living and Walter was living a lonely life. Unbeknownst to Walter and his wife, Sylvester had taken a photo of them that night and had given it to Paige many years later, shortly before she started putting together the photo album. Walter was grateful for his old friend's bravery; it must not have been easy for his brother-in-law to submit himself to take the picture.
Many times, Walter thought of the first time his wife had held his face in her palms; it was a fleeting moment, but regardless of the reason why she had caressed his cheeks, it was still a strong memory within him, and he hoped he would never forget it for as long as he was alive. It was still so very hard to face life alone; sure, his children and grandchildren visited from time to time, but there was nothing like losing one's life-long companion. She should have outlived him. She should be the one sitting in the chair and looking through the photo album. Not him.
Tears fell down his cheeks and dripped onto the photo album. He quickly took off his glasses, placed them on the table beside him and covered his eyes to hide his sorrow from the world.
He did not stop his tears from falling for several minutes.
And, like every day, he quietly asked for answers to anybody who would listen. He didn't believe in any entities, but if there was something out there that would bring him some sort of solace in answering him, the eventual idea of believing in something was not altogether impossible. He needed answers. He thrived on facts, and her death was not something he understood. It wasn't something he could prevent, nor was it something he could fix. Not knowing anything had been slowly eating him alive, and he didn't know how much longer he could go on without answers.
Twice, he had lost someone he loved to something out of his control, and he just wanted to know why he always had to suffer…. What could he have possibly done to deserve such a life? Why did it have to be her? Why not him? Nothing made sense to him, and he hated constantly living in the dark and just wanted to be back in her arms again. He wanted to hold her close and never let her go.
But that was impossible.
Strictly impossible.
…
He just couldn't win.
~ SCORPION ~
WriterFreak001:
Dudes, I'm like bawling right now. :'(