AN: If you're looking for a fanfiction that is written by some 13 year old girl that writes about her Emo Sniper and Stalker Spy OCs then you can stop reading now. On the other hand if you're looking for something that sounds more canon and in character, then I would be glad if you checked out this story. In this fanfiction I focused on the development of the relationship of the two mercenaries and how it would turn out. It's my first ever fanfiction. This may put you off but I really tried to make it as good as possible so that like it myself as well. Enjoy.

Sniper squinted his eyes as he scoped in, observing the doors of the RED base. There was no sign of his team anywhere. He must've wandered off too far as the explosions of the battle were faint and far away from him. The rays of sunlight in the room reached only as far as the wooden crate behind him with a few jars full of urine placed on top of it. The day was hot but the air was humid.

"It could rain later in the afternoon. Pyro will be acting weird again." he thought to himself. He was quite surprised as to why the REDs have not even noticed him yet. They will figure it out sooner or later. But it will be rather bothersome to find a new place to snipe from.

Sniper sighed. No one seemed to be coming out which meant that there was nothing for him to do at the moment. Of course he was patient and could wait a whole day for that one headshot that will satisfy him. All he needed was a rifle and one bullet. He hardly ever missed. He's a "professional" after all.

Killing is his job, but with that there was also a chance of him dying as well. It's not a problem for him of course. He sometimes died even six times a day. It's something to get used to, even though the pain is not. Sniper couldn't even count the ways he has been killed. Burning to a crisp, exploding into bits, bleeding to death... he even got a taste of his own medicine sometimes.

No matter how fulfilling he found the job, his parents weren't quite happy with it. Especially his father, which he had many arguments with. His mother tried not to talk about it, however it was obvious that she did not agree with it. Sniper knew that his mother believed that killing is wrong, even if Sniper doesn't actually kill the REDs permanently. It was a rather uncomfortable topic.

Sniper spaced off in his own thoughts while still observing the entrance.

Suddenly Sniper jumped at the loud crash of the wooden planks being smashed with a long heavy sword. He grabbed his kukri that was lying on the floor and pointed it at the man that appeared behind him.

"Oy, this wee blade ain't going to hurt me lad!" RED Demoman's voice boomed in the room.

"It ain't the size that matters mate." Sniper responded with a growl in his voice.

"You'd be surprised, you bloody camper!"

Sniper froze in panic when the Demolitions man raised his great sword to swung it and slash him.

BANG.

The RED mercenary fell on the ground dead. Blood flowing on the wooden floorboards.

"Well, that surely was a surprise for him..." the BLU Spy stated while reloading his revolver. The man in suit walked towards Sniper over the trail of blood.

"Not only for him. What are you doing here spook?" Sniper snapped, still overwhelmed at the sudden situation.

"That is something I should be asking! What do you think you're doing you imbecile?"

"Me? Oi am just doing my job wanker!"

"Well this isn't a very smart place for you to camp, is it? I am the only one that goes this far on the battlefield, Mr. 'professional'!" Spy laughed in a annoyed tone.

"I don't need you to tell me how to do my job!" Sniper responded aggressively.

"Well, if it wasn't for me you would've been killed genius."

"I had the situation over control until you came-"

Spy laughed again and crossed his arms.

"WHAT?" Sniper grabbed Spy's tie violently and frowned.

Spy stopped laughing and his expression turned serious.

"Listen bushman, I have no time for this. Either go back to the base with me or I'll leave you here to die by the incoming rocket jumping idiot. Your choice, but I recommend the first option."

Sniper let go of Spy's tie and calmed down.

"We've lost anyway. If it wasn't for me you would have stayed here for the rest of the day." Spy added while fixing his suit.

Sniper picked up his rifle from the ground slowly.

"It feels like oi didn't contribute much today..."

"No wonder." Spy murmured before turning around and going for the exit.

Sniper tried hard not to start shouting at Spy again and just followed him. Who knew what was going on in the Spy's head sometimes. Once he's irritated, and moments later he does not care about anything. It was rare to see him genuinely smile too. Most of the time when others see him smile is when he's behind his enemies, before going for the kill. Sniper wondered if he also enjoyed his job as much as he did. He did not actually get to see much of him on the battlefield. Sniper is behind his team-mates away from the REDs whereas Spy sneaks all the way behind the enemy lines. The way he does it is also very intriguing; disguising, cloaking, acting... absolutely different from what Sniper does.

"You look a bit tired." Spy suddenly stated without turning around.

"Because I am. I just need coffee."

Spy didn't respond.

"Or just go to sleep I guess." Sniper added.

The mercenaries were walking with sun blinding them until they noticed their base. It was more quiet than usual, which was probably because of the humiliating defeat today. As Sniper blocked the sunlight with his hands he turned to Spy.

"Oi, by the way-"

He was gone. Just in his style.

Engineer took off his goggles and stared as Sniper entered the room. The expression on his face looked relieved.

"Slim! Where were you?"

Sniper sat down lazily on a wooden chair and grabbed his favourite mug.

"Oh... about that..."He mumbled while pouring hot coffee from the kettle beside him.

After a short silence he spoke "I kind of wandered off too far from you all."

"Y'all don't even have a clue what was happening while y'all were away camping. It was just a pandemonium today." Engineer complained.

"Sorry mate. I just thought it would be a good place to snipe from." Embarrassed, Sniper sipped his coffee while avoiding eye contact.

"Oh no worries! Take it easy buddy. It's just that I'm really disappointed today. I know that you were just doing your job." Engineer replied with a sudden change in tone.

But of course. He was just doing his job. The Australian glanced at Engineer who quickly smiled back. Sniper didn't have many friends. He wasn't the social type, but Engineer was that one good friend that understood him. He shares so much in common with him. Sometimes they would go camping and Engineer would play on his guitar while Sniper would rest next to the camp-fire. A lot of the other mercenaries are complete opposites. Especially that fancy bugger. He cannot think of anything that he would share in common with him.

"I couldn't find Spy today either. I just hope that he wasn't slacking." Engineer spoke bitterly.

Sniper flinched. He suddenly remembered the humiliating situation he was in today.

"I surely know that the darn RED Spy wasn't. Shucks..." he continued ranting as he picked up his heavy toolbox.

"I know that the Demoman was definitely not slacking." Sniper grinned.

"Demo? He was with me... oh, you mean the RED Demoman?" Engineer turned to Sniper suddenly interested.

"Eh, yeah. He tried to 'teach me a lesson' or something."

"How did you get away?"

"Oh. About that... I'm not sure how but somehow I managed. Luck oi guess..." Sniper mumbled.

Engineer suddenly looked away as if he remembered something.

"Oh I have to work on something today. Sorry but I must go start as soon as possible. Well, I'm off. Talk to you tomorrow partner." Engineer apologized as he headed for the door.

"Ah, yeah. See ya." Sniper answered before taking another huge sip of his coffee.

The sound of Spy uncloaking caused Sniper to choke on the drink in his mouth.

"Why did you lie?" Spy spoke as he appeared in front of the Australian.

"M-me? Oi didn't lie! Tell me when did I-" Sniper tried to explain himself while still coughing.

"Well then why did you cover the truth? I'm still waiting for at least a 'thank you' of some sort." Spy crossed his hands and glanced at Sniper unamused.

Sniper cleared his throat and placed the mug boldly on the wooden table.

"Oi told you that I had everything under control."

"Oh please don't start this again." Spy rubbed his temples.

Sniper fussily stood up and walked to the fed up Spy.

"Ok, let me tell you this again Spy. I swear to God that-"

"Shh... yeah, yeah I understand. Let's end this topic now." Spy interrupted while covering Sniper's mouth with his gloved hand.

Sniper could just feel his blood boil at the anger. How dare someone mock him like this? He was just about to start something unpleasant when suddenly the BLU Demoman and Scout burst into the room.

"AYE LADS, WE'RE GOING DRIKING." Demoman exclaimed while waving his already half empty bottle of alcohol.

"There is no way we're going to sulk after today. Tomorrow we'll show them who's the real scum!" Scout added smugly.

Spy removed his hand from Sniper's face and shrugged.

"Well, I guess a small drink won't hurt. I'll just join."

Sniper was surprised to see Spy actually try to socialise with the team. It was a long time since Spy went out with his teammates somewhere. He felt like if he won't join them too he'll 'lose' to him.

"Oi'm coming too." He grumbled.

"Oh?" Spy turned to Sniper smirking.

"I thought that you were tired."

"I'm alright now. All I needed was a coffee." Sniper rolled his eyes.

"That's not good for you, you know?" Spy said cheerfully while flipping his butterfly knife.

Sniper pointed at Spy's smiling face.

"Oi don't need you to tell me what is good for me."

"Um..." Scout suddenly spoke awkwardly.

"Are you guys coming or not then?"

Sniper and Spy expressions dropped when they realized how silly they looked.

"Surely." Spy stated.

Demoman was laughed madly as Scout fell off his stool completely wasted. The bar was really chaotic and full of people. It was dark outside and the bar was filled with a lot of small colourful lamps. Spy was just quietly sitting there a few minutes ago but now he was chuckling with the others. Sniper sat on the old sofa drinking his glass of whiskey at the back while Demoman was continuing his breathtaking story to his 'fans'.

Spy caught eyes with the bored Sniper and smiled. Of course Sniper didn't return the smile back but just looked away. Spy walked over to Sniper and sat cautiously next to him.

"Why don't you try to enjoy yourself my friend?" Spy asked as kindly as he could. He was trying to forget the little argument they had.

"Oi guess it was a bad idea to come after all." Sniper replied while resting his head in his hand.

"I don't have anyone to talk to."

Spy frowned subtly.

"You could try to talk to me, you know?"

Sniper turned his head to see Spy's deep blue eyes gazing at his.

"Um, oi don't... know..." Sniper quickly turned away again.

"Oh come on. I'm not that bad." Spy smiled.

There was something different about Spy's smile then. It was more... genuine. Even if Sniper got backstabbed many times in the past, it was the RED Spy. Not this Spy. He felt like he could trust this person more even if the only difference was the colour of clothing.

"Oi don't really know what to talk about"

"Hmmm..." Spy thought as he lit his cigarette.

"So, how does it feel like being a Spy and all?" Sniper asked curiously without looking at Spy.

Spy sat up at the sudden question.

"Ah, it's great. I love playing mind games with the other team. The look on their faces when they're trying to find me is priceless." He explained excitedly.

"Well, that's completely different from what I do. I just kill them off as fast as I can. Not because I feel sorry for them but because it's more efficient this way." Sniper turned to Spy. The expression on Spy's face looked very passionate but a bit fearsome.

"That doesn't mean that I'm not efficient either. It takes skill to do what I am doing. Of course I'm not saying that your job doesn't need skill, as it does as well. It's just that recently I'm becoming less and less of a gentleman when I'm trying to be the professional I am." Spy reasoned.

A 'professional'. So the Spy is also considering himself as one. Sniper tried not to think about how Spy could be a better professional than him, but on the other hand he was rather glad to see that he actually has something in common with this mysterious man.

"But other than our jobs, what else could we converse about?" Spy added after exhaling smoke.

"I'm not quite sure if oi wanna actually talk to you spook. You don't usually sound very interested in anything I have to say." Sniper replied with an annoyed tone.

Spy grinned.

"Of course I am. I just don't show it. You are a very interesting man, Sniper. You're definitely different from others."

These words has caught Sniper's full attention. He glanced at the smiling Frenchman in the suit and couldn't help but wonder: what does he find interesting in him? It's not like Sniper saw himself as a completely dull person, but it still was rather unpredictable.

"Me? Interesting?" he snickered.

"So you want me to tell you about myself?"

"Yes, if you wouldn't mind. I could tell you about myself a bit as well." Spy responded with delight.

"So..." Sniper sighed and stroked his chin.

"I was born in Australia, which you already know, and I moved to America about 5 years ago. My mum and dad also moved to America so that I could visit them from time to time. They have a nice house and all, and I send them some of my money to help them financially. They don't really approve of my job but I can't see myself doing anything else. And of course I live in a camping van, but I don't mind it at all. It's rather practical to be honest."

Spy squinted his eyes in disbelief.

"Are you sure you wouldn't prefer to live in a house?"

"Nah." Sniper replied.

"Well, what about your social life?" Spy asked curiously as he put out his cigarette.

Sniper scratched his head and looked away uncomfortably.

"I don't really... have much of a social life. I don't have many friends and I never had a... significant other. I'm a bit of a loner I guess." He mumbled awkwardly.

"I guess I am a bit of a loner as well." Spy acknowledged.

"You? How are you a loner? I mean, from what I've heard you always find these women from everywhere." Sniper replied in a tone that seemed to change into a rant.

"Even though I have been out with many ladies all my relationship have been very short. I've only truly been in love twice, but that's it. None of these worked out. Most of my relationships consisted of lust than affection."

Sniper's expression changed. How would he even know such a thing? Perhaps this man really is lonely and is looking for someone to talk to. It's not a surprise. Most people don't trust him even if he's on their side. It made Sniper feel unreasonably guilty.

"Oi'm sorry mate..."

Spy looked back at Sniper's sorry face and smiled.

"There is no reason to apologize. I get over these things very quickly. Also I'm having a good time right now and it's all that matters, no?"

The rest of the evening was less chaotic with Demoman and Scout sleeping in the corner. Spy listened to Sniper's weird experiences of how he managed to survive in a forest with only a can of tomato soup. Spy's interest in his stories made him feel happier and quite proud of himself. Both of them were half drunk and laughed loudly at the smallest things. It was all very cheerful until the next morning.