A/N: Here we go-again. The rewrite of Through the Rift. Though I highly suggest you should read my profile to see what the characters look like. Also please note that some OCs may be written differently so it can fit into the story.

OCs in this story were contributed by:
Bayoboo
eclipseddarksoul
Shard Katazami
Doctor Homicide 157
False Blank
and possibly claytronus02

Anything else is owned by me and TF2 and its characters are owned by Valve.

Here we go, again, but this time WITH FEELING!

Date: 5/15/1984

Fifteen years had elapsed since the otherworldly beings visited the Teufort mercs. RED and BLU corporations were shut down after an unfortunate incident involving BLU team and Respawn.

Now out of work, most of the RED mercs had left Teufort in hopes of finding work in other places, mostly back in their home countries.

But little do they know, that a series of events will eventually bring them back to Teufort...

...besides...

were these merc's lives ever normal in the first place?

Olympus has fallen...

That was something no one wanted to hear, yet it still rang in our ears

Olympus has fallen...

There had been many times where this had happened, but not to this extent.

Olympus has fallen...

What happened? What just happened? I don't know, for me it was only flashes of light, blurred images, and blood, lots of it.

Blood...? Oh no...

"We''ll hold them off here, got that? We'll kill as many of those sons of bitches...no matter what,"

Charles...no...

He pushed me out of the way of the closing blast doors. I screamed for him.

"Don't worry about me and bucket of bolts here, Jackster. Just get your arses out of here!"

The blast doors closed, a second later it caved outward from an explosion.

I shot up out of my sleep. My heart was racing. I seen people die before, but this...this was different. Those two were like family, and for me, I never lost a family member before, EVER.

After calming my heart rate down, I took a few seconds to get my bearings. Let's see...dumpster, trash cans, stray cats...yup I'm in an alley.

Wait, what?

How DID I end up here? And where is everyone?

I racked my mind to figure out what could've sent me here, but I came up empty. It was like it was missing or something.

I should introduce myself, name's Jackie. Second in command to the Allies and Heavy Weapons Expert...now where the heck am I?

I stood up and dusted myself off. "I should take a look around," I said. "Up we go!" I jumped onto a nearby drain pipe and climbed to the roof of the building.

"Hmm, small town, desert like weather...still don't know where I am. Better take a look around, but not like this,"

The traditional clothing of my species (we're not exactly 100% human) include a cloak (green for me) and tactical gear, complete with nigh-indestructible chest, leg, arm, etc pads, (mine are red and black), fingerless gloves, and combat boots.

Sounds weird? Tell me about it, but it does it job at keeping me safe from, well, a lot of things. Anyways, this thing is supposed to protect our identities from others, yet it makes us stand out in a crowd. So we have civilian clothing for that.

My cloak started to shorten and the my clothes started to change. The cloak soon turned into a green jacket with a hood, and the top half of my armor turned into a red shirt that ended just above my stomach and the lower half into black pants. The boots turned into gray sneakers.

I took off my hood and pulled out my golden brown hair that was stuck inside my jacket. I quickly put it into a ponytail.

"Ok, where to first?" I said as I made my way down the roof.

It was 2:30. School was let out for the students at Teufort High. While all the students rushed out the double doors and away into town, two stood off to the side, talking. Both were girls, one taller than the other. The shorter one wore a white shirt with a purple jacket and blue jeans. She had shoulder length brown hair, black rimless glasses, and brown eyes. The taller one wore a red shirt with a tan vest, short tan pants and a black and yellow visor. She was a bit chubby but still had an athletic look to her. She also had black hair that was in a high ponytail. But what was unusual about her was that her eyes were colored red.

Blood red.

"Look Revi, ah said ah would help mah Ma today after school. We can hang out some other time," the taller one said with her Southern accent.

"But Heather, you promised!" Revi pouted.

"Ah know I promised, but you know mah Ma...ah can't say no to her," Heather said back.

"Mmh, yeah... your mom really know how to make people say yes. Kinda bubbly isn't she?"

"You can say that again, see yah Rev,"

"Bai, cowgirl!"

The two waved at each other as they went their separate ways.

(Heather's POV)

"Ugh, what did ah tell her about calling me that...she know ah hate being called a cowgirl," I thought. "It doesn't help that it could mean two things after all..."

I walked briskly down the sidewalk to where Ma worked. She worked at the local fire station and she's a pretty good firefighter, in fact, I think one of the best Teufort has.

I was going over my homework load when I felt someone bump into my shoulder. I looked back to find a girl around my height in a green jacket running away.

"Sorry!" she yelled as she rounded the corner.

"Well she's in a hurry,"

I ignored the girl and continued on my way.

The Teufort Fire Station isn't too far from school so it's within a reasonable walking distance. The station itself isn't too fancy or anything. It's a small two story building, has about three trucks, and the force has around fifteen or so firefighters, most of them are volunteers.

When I arrived at the fire station, Ma was standing outside washing the trucks with some of the others firefighters. Despite being in her late thirties, she still looks quite youthful. We share some similarities: black hair (her is shoulder length, mine is slightly longer), tall (she's 5' 9'', I'm 5' 7''), chests that would make most women jealous (yeeeeah I'll skip that), and strange colored eyes (she has one green and one brown eye). Unlike me, she actually looks fit.

"Hi Ma..." less than two seconds after those words left my mouth I was smothered in a hug.

"OhsweetieIamsogladtoseeyouhowwasschooltodaydidyoumakeanynewfriends..."

"Uh, Ma...can't...breath...squeezing...too...hard,"

Oh yeah, I forgot to say she's really strong, like really strong.

"Oh sorry!" she let go, allowing me to breath. "So? How was school?"

"Fine, so you said you needed help?"

"Ah yes! About that..."

Just then the fire alarm went off.

"Ana!" another firefighter shouted. "Two-alarm fire! 189 Oakwood St."

"Shoot, um honey can we put our plans on hold? Why don't you go see if your father's free?" she kissed me on the top of my head. "Sorry sweetie,"

I could tell she too was a little disappointed, but then again a firefighter never takes a day off. I watched as she hurried back into the station as one of the firetrucks left.

Great...now what?

"Figure I'll head over to Dad's place now..." I thought as I waved Ma goodbye.

I walked away from the fire station just as I saw the engine that had Ma inside it sped the other way. Dad's place is a couple of blocks from the station (he's a mechanic, and a darn good one too).

As I walked past the grocers', someone grabbed my shirt from behind and cupped a large hand over my mouth. I was soon dragged into an alley and thrown on the ground. I quickly turned over only to be met with a terrifying sight.

A barrel of a gun.

(Jackie's POV)

"Teufort huh? That's the name of this place. Hm, wonder why it sounds familiar?" I said to myself as I looked at a discarded newspaper. "Oh that's right...the "Incident","

What's the "Incident"? Oh it's nothing too big, just some of our personal ended up here and had to fight off a rouge army and a corrupt police force along with some of the locals, no biggie.

Ok it was kinda of a big biggie, since it was like twenty or so against thousands and yeah...

Now since I figured out where I am...where does this leave me now? I would start looking for the others, but where would I start? Whatever happened, I believe, scattered everyone everywhere and considering the size of the search area...yeah that will take FOREVER.

"Isn't this just peachy?" I grumbled as I tossed the newspaper. "Stuck in a small ass town with no plan of action and no allies...GREAT!"

I leaned against the wall of the nearby building and ran a hand through my hair. "What the hell should I do?" as I said that, something caught my eye.

Hey...is that the girl I bumped into earlier? Hm, I wonder who's that guy...oh shit. Even though I had no idea what was actually going on, I still had my suspicions.

Besides…I really needed to blow off some steam right now.

(Heather's POV)

I froze as soon as I saw what I was staring at. I was staring right in the business end of a Makarov PM, a simple, small caliber Russian pistol. Pales in comparison to some other guns, but still lethal.

How I knew this?

Simple, my father occasionally takes me to the gun range. And I use a pistol that looks exactly like the one that's pointed at me.

There were three men in front of me. The one holding the gun had a green shirt and blue pants, the one to the left had a dirty looking wife-beater, was bald and the tallest of the trio, and the one to the right wore no shirt but had tan shorts.

"So whattya want partners?" I said, breaking the tension. "Got no cash on me,"

"We'll see about that," green shirt said as he motioned to tanktop. The latter went over and took my bag and started rummaging through it.

As we waited, I had to endure being inspected (notice how careful I'm using this word) by the other man.

"Looking good," he mused.

"Ya know ah can still hear ya,"

"Shut up,"

"The doll's right, she has nothing but these books…"

"Wait books?" the gunman said. "What kind?"

"Ah, Algebra, U.S History…"

"Oh crap, how old are you?"

"Way younger than you guys think ah was, fifteen by the way,"

"Shit man! She's just a kid!" the gunman said. "I thought you said she was at least twenty or something!"

"Well…"

I can't really blame them…considering my height and other physical features, I look older than what I actually am. No, really, you wouldn't believe how much men asked me out, it's ridiculous.

So now I'm awkwardly standing in the middle of three men who are now shitting themselves because they tried to rob a kid.

"Dude, I'm fucking leaving. I'm not getting caught for jacking a kid. No way man," shirtless said.

"IF we get caught…" green shirt said.

"What do you mean if….ooooooh,"

Aw crap…they're smarter than I thought. I'm the only witness around here.

"Dammit! Think, Heather, think. Gotta get outta here or else you're dead,"

"Hey…why don't we just forget this ever happened ok? No one gets hurt?"

"Ahhhhhh, no," he aimed the gun at me.

"I would take her word if I were you,"

"Huh?"

The four of us turned to the voice. It was the same girl that bumped into me earlier. She was casually leaning against the wall with her arms crossed.

"How long were you standing there?"

"Long enough, now are you going to let the girl go or what?"

"Let her go? You kidding?"

"Fine, guess we have to do it the FUN way," she stood up straight and raised her fists.

As soon as she did so, the guy raised his gun. Then, somehow, the girl appeared next to him, grabbed his arm and bent it the WRONG way. I swear I could hear it snap.

"GAH!" he yelled. "Get that bitch!" he hissed.

I used the brief distraction to clock tanktop in the face, catching him off guard. I then plowed into his torso and slammed him against the wall before landing a kick in his chest.

(Jackie's POV)

Two against one? Ok.

After breaking the gunman's arm, I hauled him into the air before slamming him back into the ground. I quickly ducked under a metal pipe.

"Playing dirty, huh? So that's how you want it," as he swung it again at me, I summoned a knife and sliced the pipe. The top half flew and shattered against the alley wall.

"The fuck?" he said in disbelief.

I kicked him and landed a punch on the man. He staggered backwards and I ran up and delivered a devastating headbutt to his cranium. He slumped to the ground unconscious.

I looked to my right and found that the girl was dealing with the other guy quite well. I looked back to find green shirt had the gun in his other hand and was aiming right for the girl.

"HEY!" I threw my knife at his hand, but I threw it a second too late. The gun went off just as the knife went through it.

'BANG!'

Time seemed to slow as the bullet flew to the girl. Suddenly, something strange happened. As she turned a strange looking revolver materialized in her right hand. It still had the same look of a normal revolver, but the cylinder looked and the barrel looked a bit too big for the gun, making it look a bit cartoonish.

'BANG!'

Her gun went off, but instead of shooting a normal bullet, it fired off a small, flaming, ball-shaped rock. It smashed through the incoming bullet before colliding with the man's head. The rock ricocheted off the unconscious man before hitting tanktop dead center, knocking him out as well.

When I turned back, I saw the girl standing in complete shock in what just happened.

(Heather's POV)

Ok, what the hell just happened? How did I just do that, and holy shit I hope they aren't dead.

"Well, that was interesting," the girl said.

"Interesting? INTERESTING! Ah could've killed these two guys!" I shouted.

"But you didn't," I saw her pick up a bloodied knife that was embedded in the guy's hand before inspecting the man. "Just like your mother..."

"Wait, wait, how do yah know mah Ma?"

"Oh she never told you? Hm, I guess there's a lot of catching up to do then,"

"Catching up? What do you mea-"

Out of nowhere a black and red hammer slammed into the girl, knocking her further down the alley. The hammer flew back and landed in the hand of someone that looked vaguely familiar.

She wore a red, unzipped hoodie over a yellow bikini top with an unbuttoned, khaki colored shorts held up by a belt. She also had on brown colored boots. Her hair was tied in a ponytail and was alternating between a yellow-orange-and red color, giving it the look as if it was on fire. Her eyes were a bright shade of red. The same type of red that my eyes were.

"Oh honey are you ok?" she said.

"Mom?" I sputtered out. "I-is that you?"

"Yes it is," she replied. "Are you all right?" and again she almost crushed me with yet another bone-crushing hug.

"Urp, Mom…again…can't…. breath,"

"Oops, sorry,"

"Wow...I mean like, wow..." I was speechless. Ma was absolutely drop-dead gorgeous. "I almost didn't even recognize yah,"

She blushed. "I guess you can say that,"

"B-b-b-but how? A-a-a-and what...?" words failed me. "I don't understand,"

"Ow…did not see that coming," the voice of the girl caught both of our attention. "I see you still got your spunk,"

We turned and found the girl slowly getting to her feet and had no sign of injury despite my initial thought that she was killed from the impact.

"Who are you?" Ma asked as she protectively got in front of me.

"A friend," she said as she rubbed her side where she was hit. "I don't know if they mentioned me though,"

"They? Who is "they"?"

"Huh, you must've forgot as well. I wonder how long has it been…? Never mind, I guess I have to refresh your memories then, and probably bring your daughter up to speed as well,"

"Ma…I don't like where this is going," I said.

"Neither do I," she replied before turning to the girl. "Look, I have no idea what you are talking about, and how do you know me?"

"Think back, maybe a certain wolf would jog your memory?"

Ma blinked. "Wolfshire?"

"Bingo! Please give this lady a prize," the girl applauded, before she could do anything else, Ma had her by her throat.

"WHERE IS HE AND WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM?" she roared. Her flames from her hair intensified.

"Wrong...direction," the girl squeaked. Suddenly, she disappeared and reappeared next to Ma. "I work with him," she said. "In fact, I'm his boss!"

"Really? Prove it!"

With a scowl, she flipped her hood over, then her clothes started to changed. Her jacket turned into cloak with a hood. Her shirt and pants into some kind of armor, and her shoes into combat boots.

"My name is Jacquie Lythan, Second in Command for the Allies, Heavy Weapons Expert, and adopted sister of Willis Hyperion Ezekiel Emerald Lythan, or Wheel,"

A/N: Ok, I'm cutting this into two parts. Whenever someone's OC is introduced, I will mention it before the story starts. And always Read and Review

Till next time,

-D.W