So, I've seen a few "- and You" stories running around on FF, but much to my displeasure none of them contain the beloved Pyro. Well, after a little bit of thinking, I've decided to fix that. Also, I think instead of of one-shot, mine shall be longer.

*Obligatory Disclaimer*

Sadly, the Pyro belongs to Valve, as does TF2, and I'm making no profit off this story.

Oooh, and this contains yaoi. That means m/m relations and BUTTSECKS. If you don't like it, click the 'back' button.

Flames are welcomed, 'cause I enjoy the fire.

You dream of fire. The flames, the smoke, the dancing light. You see yourself standing before a wall of solid flame, burning bright red and orange in the blackness that surrounds. Suddenly you're running towards it, your feet have a mind of their own. Closer and closer you sprint, about to collide with the all-consuming heat. Just as you're plunged into the flaring light-

A horrid buzzing noise cuts through the cool morning air. For a few moments, the sound is unrecognizable. You wipe the thin layer of sweat from your brow and punch the buttons on the small bedside alarm until the assault on your ear ceases.

5:30 am

After allowing yourself a short while to calm down, you slowly sit up and swing your legs over the side of the bed. The cold metal floor seems to bite at your bare feet, making you shiver almost violently.

Stretching, you pop your back and scan the room for your red uniform shirt. Slipping it on, you sigh grumpily.

"It's too early..." you say to no one, pulling your combat boots. The familiar weight is somewhat comforting and the heavy 'clank' they make whenever you take a step is almost comical. After pulling you're long, black hair into a loose ponytail, you make your way out the door, letting it slam behind you.

You scan the narrow hallway and mental curse yourself. After standing there for nearly 10 minutes, you still can't remember. Luckily, you hear loud footsteps coming towards you, meaning you might get some assistance.

Heavy rounds the corner, seeming as though he's deliberately taking his sweet time. You groan inwardly, but you figure there's no other option. Besides, you really don't wanna wait around for someone else. Someone else that could be a Spy.

"H-hey, Heavy!" you run up to the Goliath of a man, not wanting to admit to yourself or anyone else just how much he scares you. He stops and smiles, looking down out you.

"Hello, little man," he ruffles your hair and you just about piss your pants.

"U-uh, hi." you squeak, trying wiggle away. "Heavy, could you help me get to the kitchen?" This makes the large man grin. He throws back his head and shakes with laughter.

"Of course! New person lost his directions, da?" Heavy grabs you by the wrist and drags you along. "Come, you can get sandvich, too."

After what seems like hours, and just when you think Heavy's tight grip is actually going to rip your slender hand off, the kitchen comes into view.

'Finally!' you think, relieved. Heavy pulls you into the spacious kitchen and releases your wrist, thumping you on the back with his massive hand.

"There you are, little man. Don't be forgetting your way again, da?" He adds with a big smile.

"Uh, y-yeah. Thanks." You wait for him to go about his own business before heading over to the coffee pot and setting to work. "Ah! Grody!"(1]You cry out, dropping the metal coffee pot briefly after picking it up. You wipe your hand on your pants and look down at the grime-covered thing.

"Mmrrrpphhh!" You're nudged out of the way and you continue watching as hands clad in rubber gloves snatch the pot off the ground. You bring your gaze up to look at whoever retrieved and find yourself staring into the darkened lenses of a gas mask. You let ou a surprised yelp and tumble backwards.

"Mmmmhhh..." The person in the gas mask sounds exasperated, but offers you theirs hand. Reluctantly, you take it and let yourself be hoisted to your feet. They pat you on the shoulder and turn away, plopping the coffee pot in the sink with a messy splash.

You find yourself staring at the mysterious person, trance-like, until a loud 'ding' brings you out of your stupor. The person opens the microwave and eagerly pulls out a steaming cups of some kind of liquid, spilling some of it on their red jumpsuit in the process.

"Mmpphhh!" They exclaim happily, waving to Heavy, and swiftly exit the kitchen.

"Seeing you later, Pyro," replies Heavy, around a mouthful of 'sandvich'.

"Pyro...?"

1- I like the word 'Grody'. I use it instead of gross, usually. o.o

Sucky first chapter is sucky. And the Heavy is a bit more Russian than usual, no? Oh well. I'm gonna go look for the Plot Bunny now...