Sup, just recently started playing Overwatch, and I noticed SOME similarities between Team Fortress 2 and Overwatch (TF2 is my shit btw), so I started playing Overwatch cause IMO, it had similarities to TF2 and bro... I loved it! After a few hours of Overwatch, I quickly noticed how sexy Blizzard made Tracer look (Her tights are something else jheez), so I decided to see if there was any fanfic on the chick, and I see "ScoutxTracer Fanfic" and wow, there are people like me that actually ship these quick mofo's. I read some of the fanfics with these two in it, but I wasn't really satisfied, especially with the lack of LEMON between these people... So I decided, to make a fanfic of one of my favourite chars in TF2 and a sexy British chick with tights that are fucking LIT... All just to satisfy my own needs for MORE LEMON, if that made any sense. With my motives out of the way for making this story, I now present to you, a story filled with Lemons and tons of intimacy between Scout and Tracer... So enjoy!


Prologue

*1968, RED Base*

"Alright maggots! Lay down your weapons and stand down! A Ceasefire is in effect!" Soldier yelled, gaining the attention of his fellow RED mercenaries.

"Buncha sissies on dat BLU team! I bet ya they were the ones that called for a Ceasefire in the first place!" A cocky voice with a heavy accent of a Bostonian yelled from one of the benches of the safe room, the voice continued to speak, "Wait, hol' on there flags for brain, since when they havin' Ceasefires over 'ere? Sounds like a big piece a crap to me."

The other RED mercenaries nodded in agreement with Scout's opposition, especially a very drunk Demoman who has had a bit too much to drink, "A wee rest never hurt nobody, besides mates, I'm also a wee bit tired..." Demoman slurred, shortly slumping off the bench as he was completely out of it.

Spy rolled his eyes in annoyance, "If a ceasefire is being called, then we must use it to our advantage. Train and rest on free days like this, a Mercenary must always be at ze top of his prime." The Frenchman said as he walked out the spawn room.

Scout chuckled loudly, "That slimy French bastard's already out of his prime, what the crap is he talkin' 'bout?" Scout said to the other Mercenaries.

None of them paid the young man mind.

"Spy have good idea, I will spend ceasefire day cleaning Sasha to make killing bad people easy for team." The Heavy walked out the spawn room, with his prized mini gun in his hands.

"W-w-wait! Heavy!" Scout called out.

The Russian turned around, "What does leetle Scout want?" He asked with a smile.

"First of all, I ain't little- but anyways! That gun a yours already frickin' kills everything and all of us know about it! So instead of cleaning ya gun-"

"Her name, is Sasha!" Heavy snarled out.

Scout let out a yelp and flinched back, trying to regain his posture, "Oh! Uh, y-yeah! My-my bad, uhh, what I meant was," Scout let out a nervous chuckle and cleared his throat, "What I meant was; How 'bout instead of cleaning Sasha, for the day off, just make a buncha your delicious sandwiches?" He asked.

"Is just bread!" Heavy cried out.

"Ah but it ain't just bread, it's-"

"Leetle man talks too much like baby, Heavy will go now." The Russian interrupted, and there was nothing that the Scout could do about it. He walked out of the spawn doors and proceeded to find a room to clean Sasha.

"Damn! You guys gotta believe me, Heavy's sandwiches ain't just 'Bread', there's somethin' else in there - I'm tellin' ya!" Scout said, walking back towards the bench.

Sniper scoffed, "... For once. I gotta agree with the little runt. Something tells me that it's not just some bodgy lettuce and tomatoes inside there."

"See?! Even Mista' Grumpy knows what's up!" Scout said, expression lighting up.

"But that doesn't mean I'm gonna sit around and yank on about a sandwich for the rest of my day off." The Australian leaned off the wall and walked towards the doors, "You see... Sniper's a hard AND a tiring job mates! If a ceasefire really is just a rest day like our mates are treating it as..." The Sniper eyed the spawn room door, "Then your bloody sure I'll be sleeping!" The Australian deadeye tipped his hat to his fellow teammates as he walked out the spawn room.

Medic, who has been surprisingly quiet this whole time, piped up as soon as the silence followed. "Zis is perfect! My experiment subjects were getting lonely in ze lab!" The Medic ran out the room enthusiastically, eager to finish whatever mad doctors experiment on.

"Mhmhmhmhmhmmmhmmm!" The psychotic murderer - known as The Pyro, ran out the spawn room, laughing... Mumbling, to himself/herself.

Scout eyed The Pyro cautiously as he/she walked out the room, deeming it safe for him to talk, "... Crazy guy over dere chasing ' butterflies man... I'm sure of it." Scout whispered to the Engineer, earning him a bored look from The Engineer. Scout rolled his eyes and listened to what Soldier would be doing for the Ceasefire.

During the whole commotion, Soldier has been writing up plans in a crumpled up blueprint schematic for the next battles, doing everything to ensure victory.

"I will plan the next courses of action to ensure total victory over these BLU scum! Soldier out!" The patriot saluted to both The Scout and The Engineer before marching out of the spawn room.

Another wave of silence followed the room.

Scout decided to break the ice, "Well... Looks like it's hard hat, me and... A freakin' cyclops." Scout said.

"Best not let him hear you talking like that son, he'll darn near take ya head off for an insult like that..." Engineer replied, taking a swig of his bottle of beer. "... With a possessed sword, might I mention." Engineer added, finishing his sentence.

Scout dismissed Engineer's suggestions and rolled his eyes, "Ah whateva Hardhat, say that to the rest of those one eyed cyclops I clobbered." Engineer seemed less than impressed by Scout's response. "So like, anywho, what do we do on a free day? I-I'm stumped, gimme some ideas over 'ere Hardhat!" Scout begged, already bored out of his mind.

Scout wasn't in the mood to practice on his skills that made him a good runner, because he already believed he was the best and therefore had no need to be training on something he had already perfected. Scout also enjoyed insulting and taunting BLU mercenaries with his cocky behaviour, but with no enemies to taunt, or to annoy, he found himself bored and decided to pair up with the boring, smart, old Engineer of all people that he could've hung out with.

Engineer sat in thought until he figured out on what Scout could help him with. The Engineer seemed annoyed at the fact that The Scout was calling him "Hardhat" instead of his actual name - Dell.

Dell took another swig of his beer before he talked to Scout, deciding to use his real name in hopes of Scout doing the same, "Jeremy, you do know I have a name right? Oh and it's Dell... Just in case ya forgot."

Scout snorted, "You say Tomato, I say Tomahtoe - same thing Hardhat." Scout poked Dell's head, "Besides, I think the name 'Hardhat' fits you a ton, y'know?"

His punk attitude was getting on Dell's nerve.

He quickly came up with the perfect plan to get Scout back. An action that was unnecessarily violent, but would get the message through nonetheless, he smiled. "Follow me, son." Engineer sat up and walked out the room, he heard yells behind him.

"HEY HARDHAT, I ain't ya son, so stop calling me that ya freakin' creep!"

*The Firing Range*

After a few minutes of walking through the base levels, Scout and Engineer reached the firing range and went to the area specifically meant for sentries. He constructed a level 1 sentry and grabbed his wrangler, manually aiming it at Scout.

Scout put his hands up in defence, "Woah woah what da hell?!"

"Relax son, I ain't gon hurt you or nothin'..." Engineer smirked as he readied his finger.

Scout let out a sigh of relief, but as he put his hands down and opened his mouth to say something snarky, a burst of pain was quickly delivered to his right hand.

The Scout screamed in annoyance rather than pain, he suffered worse than a level 1 sentry bullet to the hands, but what really annoyed him was that the bandages he has just recently removed after months of having it on, was going to have to be reapplied to the same affected area.

"AH, FUCK! DAMN IT, I JUST HAD THIS HAND FIXED AND YOU FRIGGIN' SHOOT IT?!" Scout yelled at the Engineer, who had a huge grin applied to his lips.

"You're a freakin' moron you know that? A dumb, frickin', MORON!" He put more emphasis into each insult directed at the Engineer.

Engineer only continued to smirk at the young man's insults, "Technically boy, this Sentry right here, is the one hurting you. I haven't laid a finger on ya, so quit whining." The Engineer laughed as he grabbed a chair and sat back down.

Scout still kept his left hand clamped on the top of his right hand, "What da fuck is wrong with you?!" He said through clenched teeth as he tried to get up. His efforts were wasted however when a second sentry bullet hit his left hand, causing more screams to come from Scout.

"Watch your profanity there partner." The Texan sat back and seemed to enjoy the annoyed pain Scout was in, he laughed, "By the way, this Hardhat can be hard headed too young fella." He grabbed his beer and sipped it, letting his Wrangler drop to his side.

Scout was in no mood for insulting his fellow Engineer after the pain he was currently in, "Build a Dispencer will ya?!" Scout said as he crawled to an emergency health kit.

Engineer got off his chair, dismantled his sentry and picked up his beer bottle. "Nope."

Scout saw that the Engineer has refused his request, seeing him walking back up to the upper levels of the RED base.

As soon as the Engineer left the firing range he let his anger out, "Agh! Fucking- stupid Hardhat moron! Ima break all ya shit for this!" Scout suddenly had a devious idea forming in his head.

He knew where Engineer's workshop was, and also knew of Engineer's ambition for the buildings he created. "Show ya to screw with me..."

Scout reapplied both bandages to his hand and ran as fast as he could to the spawn room, jumping over the sleeping Demoman, going to his locker and stuffing his trusty Scattergun, his six cans of "Bonk!" in his duffle bag that he carried on his back. He also carried his trusty Sandman, along with the baseball.

Scout turned corners as fast as he could until he arrived at the doors of the Engineer's workshop.

Scout was greeted with a bold, strict, 'DO NOT ENTER!' sign that stood at the front of the door, "Wow! Real scary." He kicked down the door, "Let's see what Hardhat is tryna build over here..."

Various scrap metal laid littered along the work tables and the floor of the workshop. "Junk, junk, junk and more... Junk?"

What caught Scout's attention the most was the unusual looking teleporter that was placed next to a huge schematic.

"What da hell is all dis crap?" Scout skim-read the writings of the schematic, "Blah blah, teleporter, yada yada..." Scout's eyes widened and he gulped, double checking just to make sure his eyes weren't suffering from caffeine again. He smacked himself for further reassurance and read the schematics again. "...Future? 100 Years?! What the-?"

His eyes did not deceive him.

Engineer was really thinking about teleporting a century into the future? Scout wished that Engineer was really just joking about his VERY serious schematics about the teleporter.

Scout did not want Engineer to potentially abandon his team, he was after all, a really important Mercenary that made battles easier. His sentries could murder anything in it's sight with it's pristine aim.

His dispenser emotionally and physically refilled a person's will to fight.

And his teleporters were a godsend for the Mercenaries that weren't as fast as Scout... Which was every Mercenary except for Scout himself.

As much as he hated him at the moment, he did not want to see Engineer leave his team. So he decided to take no chances; he lifted his Sandman, ready to wreck the teleporter.

Scout smiled deviously as he imagined the look on Engineer's face, coming back into his beloved workshop with his workshop being littered, tables in pieces... and a teleporter that could teleport into the future - but broken. Scout was ready.

"Seems like a good start for some freakin' revenge!" Scout went to work on whacking various prototypes of Sentry turrets and dispensers that were placed around the room. Scout laughed maniacally and continued to whack anything metallic until he fixed his gaze on the teleporter. The teleporter started glowing a red aura around it's structure as it whirred and spun into function.

"It wouldn't be as fun if I didn't break this piece of... Futuristic shit into pieces!" Scout laughed as he continually dented the teleporter, all while muttering the words "Stupid", "Engineer" and other words that would bring a baby to tears.

To the Scout's surprise, the teleporter had only suffered dents that looked minor, which he was not expecting at all. If his whacks were strong enough to crack a skull of a BLU Heavy, Scout figured a teleporter wouldn't put up so much of a fight. He gave the teleporter a solid 15 whacks with as much hate and strength as he could, yet only dents appeared on the teleporter. Scout sighed, "Might need to start working on these bad boys over here..." he said as he flexed his less than impressive biceps at himself, "Heh, beautiful." Looking at his weak biceps only boosted his determination to break the futuristic teleporter into pieces with his Sandman. "JUST *whack* FREAKIN' *whack* BREAK! *whack*" Scout gave the teleporter a few more whacks and it only dented more, the teleporter still looking casually scratched up, but not to Scout's satisfaction. Scout decided to give the teleporter one of his signature home runs with his Sandman.

"All I oughta' do is break hardhat's beloved shit before I bark up in his face about it... Easy!" Scout got into a position that allowed a good angle to hit the teleporter from, he gripped his Sandman tightly and swung the Bat upwards with all of his strength.

The teleporter surprisingly only moved 3 inches from where it was originally placed, surprising and confusing Scout even more, "What the hell?! I killed Heavies with my home run..." Scout muttered, beyond dissapointed that the teleporter barely suffered any damage from his home run. "I gotta ask what Hardhat used to make this. This is unfreakintouchable!" Scout readied his Sandman for a few final strikes but dropped it when he saw sparks and smoke appearing from the bottom of the structure.

He was livid, "HAHA YES!" Scout pumped his fist in the air, adjusting his cap so he could better see the futuristic teleporter in it's almost broken glory. Scout continued to smile until the lights flicked on and off.

His livid expression wouldn't last so long, as he was quickly dropped into confusion.

"What the-" Scout lost his balance as he fell to the ground due to the room rumbling. The young man started to panic and tried to get up but remained frozen and terrified when he saw the Teleporter emitting a violent red beam that made a hole in the roof of the Engineer's workshop, the room continued to rumble and flicker. Cracks appeared in the walls and on the floor, the scrap metal disintegrating into nothingness. The rumbling suddenly stopped as Scout was still knocked down on the ground, the lights now being completely cut off from the room.

Complete silence.

"Shit..." Scout whispered to himself, scared what would happen if he moved even an inch in a completely dark room.

Scout tried to sense for the door to the exit of Engineer's workshop but was interrupted as the room started to brighten with a red light. Electrical sparks and noises surrounded the teleporter as the room turned blank white, nauseating Scout and turning him dizzy.

The interior of the Engineer's workshop quickly faded into white and Scout soon found himself as the only thing that remained in the white space of emptiness.

Scout noticed he was floating and started seeing nothing but white as his surroundings, and though he was never one to care so much for religion, Scout panicked and started to silently pray for forgiveness if he was going to Heaven to get judged for his atrocious amount of sins.

He finished his prayers and stayed floating in white for a solid 3 minutes...

Until he saw a concrete floor in front of him. His screaming was getting louder as he approached the concrete floor with increasing speed and suddenly crashed down onto the floor.

Scout let out a groan as he hit the floor, regretting his decision to break the Engineer's teleporter and soon found himself going weak from his nauseating experience. He looked at his surroundings quickly and noticed dark grey walls surrounding him, newspapers littered on a table and a red trail of light that followed the hole he seemingly made through the roof when he went crashing down into the mysterious room.

The Scout fell on his back as his eyes quickly started to flutter and his body turned weak, forcing himself to cut ties with his consciousness.