Scorpion Explosives. That's just what the sign said. It wasn't who they actually were. What had Walter been thinking when he brought it in from that junkyard with plans to restore it? He didn't care about decorating or making the garage look nice. The only time the aesthetics of their workplace had been improved upon was last Christmas when Megan had strung up colourful lights throughout the garage. Aside from that there was nothing. A few random items on Toby's desk, photos of Ralph and the team on Paige's, and the meticulously arranged clothespins on Sylvester's were as close as any of them came to decorating. Those and of course Walter's sign.

Logically, Happy knew it was irrational, her fixating on the sign like this. It was an inanimate object and carried no power beyond misleading visitors on the nature of their company. Still, try as she might, she couldn't manage to direct her thoughts elsewhere.

It had been her idea to use the sign. But the team had all agreed. Still, she was the mechanical prodigy, she should have been able to think of something else that would have worked.

It was just metal and wires. They didn't need a sign, but they did need the parts and they didn't have time to think of something else. Isn't that what Walter had said after she'd apologized for sacrificing it for the mission? What was important was that they'd been able to save those families.

Scorpion Explosives. Over time the name began to feel more and more fitting. How many times now had they narrowly escaped death by explosion? They'd been lucky that janitor had salt packets in his desk, lucky that car-bomber was incompetent enough to allow for a ten second warning, lucky that minefield had some flowers remaining. At some point she'd lost track, but Sylvester would definitely know the total number of times they'd lucked out in walking away from explosions that should have killed them.

However, they all knew how many times luck hadn't been on their side. She remembered running, hearing the deafening boom and ringing in her ears and heat on her back as they just escaped the perimeter of the destruction. She wouldn't allow herself to feel relief until she knew that everyone had made it out. She ignored the searing pain in her arm as she took in the faces around her. Paige, Sylvester, Toby.

"NOOOOO!" And there was Cabe.

Paige was trying to calm him down as tears streamed down her own face. Toby was jumping over debris, running back inside. Sylvester collapsed to the ground, his head falling into his shaking hands.

And Happy? She just stood there, thinking about the sign.

Scorpion Explosives. It hangs there from the ceiling for years and they walk away from countless explosions. Then the day after she takes it down – this.

Logically she knows he was right. It was just metal and wires. An inanimate object. Powerless. Still, the thoughts are there, playing over and over like a track on repeat. You took it down. You could have thought of something else but you took it down. You did this.

A/N - I know, I know! I'm a terrible person and I'm sorry! The idea for this has been in my head since the third episode and as the show went on and more things blew up my need to write it increased. I hope you can forgive me.