A/N: This is NOT a fluff story. This is more in line with my usual make you cry and hate me stories. I'm sorry in advance. I make ZERO promises on what could happen. You have been warned.
No clue how long it will be, as it's still a work in progress. So, you know, could be 2 chapters, could be 27. You know me - I like to keep it interesting. Lol.
The extreme insomnia has been plaguing my existence for nearly 2 weeks, so I tried taking z-Quill, and it didn't make me even remotely sleep a wink, but it did make this story pop into my head, so, if you get angry throughout this, just remember, blame drugs not me. Lol.
Love you all, hope you still love me when this is over! :P
Xoxo
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"Look brother, I'm just saying. You and Penelope were a great thing. But if it's over, it's over. You gotta stop dwelling. You look like crap. Maybe it's time to ir- ray-diate yourself by getting back into the saddle. Come out tonight! I'm sure there's plenty of women that would find you interesting for the night." Ray pleaded, tossing Walter's hex nuts into the air, and dropping them to the floor when attempting to catch them.
Walter had very abruptly turned off the television set Ray was watching, when a breaking news segment on a sudden extreme sinkhole had opened up downtown, after he caught sight of a few of his former friends standing there directing personnel. He should be there. They should all be there but they left. Took most of his business with them.
Walter sighed. He needed those hex nuts. He was working on a design that would integrate his old research for brain mapping, and the machinery involved was complex. It was all he could do to keep busy these days. After everything fell apart.
Ray knew seeing his former teammates on the TV had triggered him, pestering him in a way that only Ray could over it.
"No, thank you. And I'm fine. I'm working. Not dwelling." Walter responded impatiently, heavily regretting inviting Ray to stay in the trailer again.
"Alright amigo, I can take a hint. But, if you change your--"
Ray was interrupted by the sound of Walter's cell phone vibrating loudly on the hard metal surface of the table.
Walter looked at the display, and was surprised to see the name there, letting it ring.
'Know It All'
"Aren't you going to answer that? Could be important." Ray queried, in the way that Ray always did, having to regard for Walter's privacy.
"It's not." Walter dismissed harshly, turning back to his work.
"It could be. Maybe they need your help."
"It's not. If they had wanted my help, they shouldn't have left. It's that simple." He knew how he sounded. Like a bitter, scornful and petulant child, but he didn't care. He had no humanity to impress anymore. Not since she left.
The buzzing stopped.
"That's cold, even for you, muchacho." Walter shot a look, but didn't respond. Within seconds the phone rang again. "See? Important. Noone calls twice in a row if it weren't."
Suspecting that Ray wouldn't drop it, he grabbed the offending device, fighting the urge to hurl it across the room, and slid that green circle across the screen.
"What do you want, Toby? I'm busy."
"Walt! Walter! I need you to get downtown ASAP. There's been a massive sinkhole--"
"I saw. I'm not interested."
Moving to hang up the call, he froze his motions when Toby's screaming voice caught his, and Ray's, attention.
"It's Paige, man! Walter! Paige is down there! Walter… It's bad. It's really bad."
Feeling his entire body go rigid, and the floor fading away, he snapped the phone back to his ear.
"I'm on my way! I'm on my way!" His heart was pounding, his breathing erratic, his mind reeling with possibilities as he struggled to form a single thought other than how her hair had felt on his chest in the morning.
Why couldn't he think?
"Come on brother. I'll drive." Ray nodded, rushing with him out the door.
He had to get to her. He would fix it. He always did. He would save her.
Everything would be okay.
