So this is another Diary-type thing.

Pyro is referred to as They/them/theirs to keep gender ambiguous.

Also: Pyro will not speak, even after they take off the mask. Because That's how I want to write them.

Also I don't own Team Fortess two. (Valve did a good job, they deserve to keep it!) or any of the characters

Enjoy!

Saw That Pyro sittn' outside Demmoman's door again. They do this a lot. Just sit there. Couldn't get it figured for a while. Then one day I happened to walk by a chance explosion and then I got to thinkin'. Explosions. Awful lot like fires. And I've seen how That Pyro stares at fire. Like a man stares at his wife…

Saw pyro curled up by my door today. It was odd but I didn't think much of it. Till I got past Demmoman's room and heard the swearin'. A lesser man would give that man a solid punch in the face for what he said 'bout pyro.

It's mighty nice to get a break from all the ruckus of a hard day's work. No one's out shoot'n, or hurtn' or setting things on fire. 'cept for soldier. At the shooting range, keeping his skills up to snuff. An' there's Heavy. Medic ain't got his bone set properly yet, he's gonna break it and rearrange it a few more times 'till he's satisfied with the heal. And Heck Pyro is ALWAYS settin' stuff on fire.

Is right now, matter a fact. Twigs mostly. Or the dead grass. The deal is after they get the campfire burning, they can burn whatever the heck they want. Pyro's a real quiet soul. At least as long as I've known them.

All the others seem to have their set ways about whether pyro's a he or a she. Won't let medic examine them properly, not that he wants to get in such close proximity regardless. Scout thinks pyro's a she. Personally I happen to think he's so desperate for some lady presence he'll think of any way to soothe his young wired mind. The others tend to use "He" out of default. Rest of us are men after all. Just easier to use the same pronouns. Don't matter too much to me. Way I see it if I don't intend to go to bed with 'em it don't particularly matter. So until then it's "They and them."

Mystery aside they're pleasant company. It's not often I get company that feels contented to shut their gorram mouths. Take right now for instance. Nice fire, couple of packs of beer, a prototype of the new sentry gun and a few good wrenches? Good for a couple of hours. Then the mind gets a bit restless. It's at these times I turn to watch a pyromaniac frolic around the desert at night, and the entertainment makes itself. Rather fond of nights like these if I do say so.

Need them these days… really do…It ain't easy out here. Frustrating work, being an engineer. Spend a good couple hours making the perfect setup, then some spy comes by and saps it all out. It's how I met this guy, matter of fact.

Second day, was camping out by the intelligence. Just me, a dispenser, and my gun. Then all of a sudden this lug in a red suit comes lumbering in and makes for the dispenser. They were about to leave, too when all of a sudden all the machinery starts given off sparks. I didn't know a damn thing about what was going on. Then they get up and starts spraying the whole area in flames…and then I see him. The blue Spy. Now I'm not one to hold grudges, but I've got no respect for those who make it a point and a specialty to ruin hard work. Man's been a thorn in my side ever since that day…

But hey, spy ain't here now. Not that I can tell anyway. SO I get back to watching a pyromaniac prance around the desert. Not sure what goes on in that little world of theirs, but it sure brings them a lot of cheer. Lot like my little cousins when they were "Playing pretend" mystical lands full of flying ponies and the like. They climb all over the rocks, through the patches of grass, sometimes stopping to make a small monument out of sticks or rocks. The ones with sticks tend to get burned later. I stop watching them and take a look up at the stars. Whole lot of 'em out tonight.

So I do what man was meant to do when he sees stars in the sky. I pulled out the guitar and started playing. They turn around and start to head back towards the campfire. Not surprising, they usually do. Only time I ever see the person sit still. But I don't pay them too much mind, I just let my mind go and I play.

I don't play nothing special, just bits of things I know. Bridge them together with stuff I make up. It's nothing really, just some pleasant sound for my own ears. After a while my fingers start to trip over each other, and I give the song a graceful ending. I hear enthusiastic clapping and I'm dragged back down to earth.

I realize the fire is running low, and I chuck another log on the fire. I decide to grab another beer, and grab one for the pyro while I'm at it. They gladly accept, and the two of us just sit there drinking.

Now I don't drink to get drunk, more to enjoy the drink. I only get in trouble when I find something I like. And let me tell you, Blue Beer is GOOD. It's rich, it goes down well, and it's just amazing.

Pyro's a big guy. Or gal, or whatev- you know what I mean. Anyway, their pretty hefty. You want to know how I know? They can hold their liquor longer than I can…not that I can't…but a wise man knows his better. And since they can hold their liquor better than me…they must be bigger than me! That's how it works.

It explains heavy and soldier. More water in the body to absorb the stuff. That or bloodline. The doctors 110% German, so even though he's this skinny little guy…he can still out drink them both…oh my lord I crack up every single time I see those guys. These two bulky men being drunk under a table by a skinny Doc and a Scottish Cyclops…bhahaha oh lord that is quality entertainment!

Pyro's pretty entertaining drunk. It helps if I am, which I'm not….yet. Tonight he pulled out some pretty strong whiskey. Some of Demmoman's from the looks of it. He just starts giggling and opening up the bottle…and then WHOOSH. Right on the campfire. Stuff's so strong it can combust…its real nice looking. But like I said… I don't *hic* get drunk…It just sort of…makes me sleepy. Which is a damn shame. I like it here! I have my beer and my guitar…and a pretty good companion all things considered…real nice person that pyro…real nice to me anyway…zzzzzz

Also as a warning: I am terrible about updates, but this is coming along surprisingly well, so who knows!

the amount of accent will probably fluctuate throughout the fic. Thanks for reading!