Hey guys, this is my first fanfiction story. It begins at the end of S1E20 'Crossroads' with Walter's thoughts as he looks on at Paige and Ralph through their apartment window. I wrote this a while back during season one, but with school and all I never got around to publishing it. I am thinking about writing a multi-chapter story this summer but I wanted to post this one-shot first to see what people thought of my writing style. Please read and review!

Disclaimer: I do not own Scorpion.

As Walter observed Paige and Ralph through the apartment window, only one word came to mind: 'family'. He made a mental note to add in a drawing of Ralph to Toby's stick figure depiction back at the garage.

Yielding to the behaviorist's advice, Walter was finally ready to confront his feelings for Paige and express to the young mother how he felt. But, he couldn't tear his eyes away as he watched Paige and Ralph, both with bright smiles on their faces, interact like any normal mother and son would. Paige and Ralph's relationship had come a long way in the few months he'd known them. This was a moment of sheer bliss for the genius. Suddenly, his calm and peaceful gaze turned into one of disappointment and deep sadness. His eyes grew wide, his subtle smile vanished, and his whole body tensed as he observed the scene unfolding before him. Also present in the apartment was the last man on earth Walter wanted to see at that moment...Drew Baker. Walter swallowed the lump in his throat when Paige placed her hand on Drew's arm as the two parents playfully engaged with their son...It was too late. Toby had told him to take a risk, but now there was no risk to be taken. Drew had beaten him to it and won over the 'cheerleader'. So many thoughts raced through Walter's mind as he stood there, rooted into the ground, unable to move in the slightest. Why was Drew back from Portland already? Why was he in Paige's apartment? Why did Paige initiate contact with him? Why didn't Paige inform me of Drew's arrival? A strange feeling began to brew within him. Walter had never felt this way before. Ever since Drew had returned, Walter acted differently around Paige, but never once did he experience what he felt at this exact moment...envy. He wanted to be the one standing by Paige's side, handing Ralph his dinner. He wanted to be the one who laughed with the love of his life and the boy he cared for so deeply. He couldn't understand where he had gone wrong. Had he done something to push Paige away? Paige had mentioned multiple times that her intimate relationship with Drew was over and that he was merely a father figure in Ralph's life. Based on the scene unfolding before Walter's eyes, he knew what she had said was a lie. During her time at Scorpion, Walter felt that Paige had often toyed with his EQ, carefully playing with his heartstrings, almost as if she were playing a harp. He secretly hoped that one day her playful behavior would turn into something much more serious. But now, Walter found himself questioning the deeper meanings behind every one of his and Paige's intimate moments. Envy, anger, sadness; all these feelings tormented him, sending his EQ into overdrive. Finally, Walter turned his gaze back to the ground, turned around, and slowly walked back to his car. Before opening the driver-side door, he smashed his fist into the mirror, shattering it upon impact. Along with the glass shards, Walter's hope for a life with Paige fell broken to the ground. The pulsing pain in his hand didn't even faze him. It couldn't compare to the emotional torture he was experiencing at that very moment. Without bothering to clean himself up, Walter got into the car, put his keys into the ignition, and sped off, not caring where the night took him.

As Paige sauntered into the kitchen to grab her son a glass of milk, she turned her head just enough to catch the glimpse of a man walking away from her apartment building. She let out a small gasp as she realized who the mysterious man was...Walter O'Brien. What was he doing here so late at night?! She looked on as he slammed the car mirror with his hand and then left the complex as fast as he could. Paige stole a quick glance at Drew and realized that Walter must have seen him. Frozen from pure shock, she breathlessly muttered to herself, "What have I done..."

Back at the garage, Toby was too exhausted to go home, so he decided to crash on his favorite red couch. Even though his relationship with Happy had hit a major roadblock, he was glad that his favorite dumpster fire finally mustered enough courage to reveal his feelings to Paige. As he lay there devising mischievous schemes to squeeze out from Paige every detail of Walter's reveal, the garage door burst open and Toby shot up in pure shock, his hat falling off behind him from the momentum. In stormed a flustered and rather angry Walter O'Brien. Uh oh…Before Toby had a chance to say a single word, the man who claimed to have no feelings was already up the stairs and behind closed doors. I may have ruined things with Happy but I can still salvage Walt's relationship. Toby began his assent to Walter's quarters and prepared for the worst.

Having never before been in his current emotional state, the man with an IQ of 197 could not find a solution to his conundrum. The bubbling of his emotions made Walter very uncomfortable. He was Walter O'Brien, genius robot who felt nothing and lived his life according to the greater good principle. Now, he was experiencing a mid-life crisis at the age of 30. The sound of ascending footsteps broke his train of thought as he began wondering who was at the garage so late at night. A fedora-less Tobias Curtis entered the loft and made a beeline for Mr. 197. "Sooooo, how goes it boss?", Toby asked as casually as he could. "Leave me alone", Walter grumbled. Toby let out a deep sigh and decided to dive right in, "You're angry. A rejection from Paige wouldn't make you angry, upset and distraught, yes, but angry, no. My guess is that our favorite minor league pitcher made an appearance and you fled before even speaking one word to Paige." Walter didn't respond. He continued to stare at the ground with the slightest of scowls defining his face. Toby continued, "Talk to her tomorrow…Get some rest now; we had a long day. See ya in the morning 197." With that, the psychiatrist exited Walter's quarters, descended the stairs, and once again crashed on his favorite red couch to get some much needed sleep.

I apologize for the anti-climactic ending but I am new to this whole writing thing. Please review and give me your honest thoughts. Thanks!