[A/N] Hey guys! I'm back, with a new story for all of you Team Fortress 2 fans! This is rated M for language, violence, and some adult situations later on in the fic. Enjoy!

"THE ENEMY HAS CAPTURED THE BRIEFCASE!"

The demanding voice of the Announcer boomed over the loudspeakers, echoing through the Silver base. Shadow's Scout was dashing through the halls at a surprising speed, his slim build made for weaving and dodging at high speeds. The flashing lights of the Silver base glinted off his dark glasses as he sped past a Silver Heavy, the burly man charging toward him waving his gatling gun as he let out a bellow of rage. Scout, a mere blur as he burst from the doors of the base, gave out a triumphant yell, charging back to the safety of his team's base. He barely made it halfway across the bridge before another yell caught his attention.

"Duck, boy!"

The Engineer of his team waved his black-painted wrench in a signal to get out of the way as he made one last swing to finish the upgrade of his sentry unit, which immediately began spraying the air with bullets. Scout ducked and rolled to the side as an agonized scream signaled the death of his pursuer. He looked over his shoulder just a moment to see that it had been the enemy Scout tailing him. He chuckled and sped into the base, capturing the intelligence for his team, ending the round for the day. As the ceasefire siren sounded, a disappointed Silver team shook their heads and headed into their base, ignoring the whoops and hollers from the other team.

Team Shadow's members entered their base, walking to the mess hall. Their Heavy and Demoman were both laughing obnoxiously loud all the way down, the large Russian slapping the one-eyed Scotsman on the back, both grinning like there was no tomorrow.

"It has been good day!" Heavy shouted.

"Yeah, not one capture from the Silvas! Does me heart good to know we be winin' another battle, it does!"

"Vill you two gentlemen please calm down?"

The Medic walked into the mess hall, wiping blood off of his bonesaw with a clean cloth, slipping the deadly instrument into his lab coat and tucking the now blood-stained cloth into one of his pockets.

"Come now, leetle Doctor," Heavy said, his voice dropping into a slightly disappointed tone. "Surely you are excited about 4 day winning streak too?"

"Nein, nor vill I ever be excited about any number of vins ve may 'ave."

"Oh come on, Doc," Scout said wrapping his arm around the Medic's neck, forcing the tall man to bend forward slightly to meet his height. "Stop being such a sourpuss, you're ruining the mood."

Scout took his arm off the Medic's shoulders, the man straightening back to his full height, adjusting the collar of his lab coat, which had been flipped up from the Scout's actions.

"Hmph."

He simply sat down in the chair marked with his emblem, frowning slightly as he fixed his glasses. Scout sat down next to Heavy, taking off his sunglasses and tucking them away. Well, technically, they had belonged to his brother, who he was now filling in for since he had been…discharged from the team. Scout's eyes were drawn toward the door as Sniper walked in, rubbing the back of his sunburned neck.

"Oi, that sun was a real killer today. Tha'll be the last time I let you guys perch me on top a' the roof like some bloody bird."

Scout chuckled and poked him in the ribs as he sat down beside him.

"Aww, quit your whining ya' big baby, we won didn't we? And you didn't have one respawn."

"Aye, but I'd like t'see you sit up on a hot tin roof with the sun beatin' down on ya' all day," Sniper said, scowling. Sniper swung his bat off his shoulders and set it down on the floor next to him.

"Hey man, you know I'm just kiddin' with ya'. No need to get feisty."

"I suggest zat you leave Sniper alone, boy," came a voice directly behind him. Scout wheeled around swung his arm up in surprise, his chair falling to the floor with a loud clatter, his sneakers squeaking on the tile. His fist came within inches of the Shadow Spy's face before his wrist was snatched in mid swing.

"Shit Spy, I told you to stop doing that!" Scout breathed, his face flushing a light shade of red as a twinge of anger rose up in him. Spy just chuckled and released Scout's hand, letting the boy bend down to pick up his chair.

"You would do ze same if you had my technology," Spy said, grinning. He straightened his black tie and suit jacket as he watched Scout glare at him.

"Yeah but, you know, I actually asked you nicely for once. Least you can do is keep from giving me a heart attack. I'm too young for that shit."

"Whatever you say, monsieur."

Scout shook his head as Spy laughed at him. He looked around.

"Hey, where'd Hardhat go? I need to thank him for savin' my ass on the bridge."

"I vould assume he is in 'is vorkshop," Medic said, having turned around in his seat, watching the others.

"I thought he was cooking tonight."

"Nein, that vould be -"

"Hudda!"

Pyro walked in through the entrance and immediately headed back to the kitchen, shoving his gloved hands into the sink and immediately started scrubbing the gore off of the rubber. He wasted no time firing up the stove with a flick of his wrist, whirling around to the walk-in freezer and coming out with his arms full of various things. Engineer walked in shortly after Pyro threw a couple of skillets on the range, shoving a turkey into the oven and adjusting the heat.

"Wait…Uh, I thought I was cooking tonight…"

Everyone gave him a look that told him to shut his trap and he instantly got the message. He took off his goggles sheepishly, hanging them around his neck as he sat down next to Medic.

"Just enjoy the time off, Engineer," Medic said, giving him a wry smirk. Engie returned the gesture and watched as Pyro started mixing cream and some kind of thickener with various spices, making some sort of sauce. Nobody complained when Pyro was cooking. There was no question that he was the best chef out of all of them. Even Spy couldn't turn his nose up at his creations.

Pyro went over the various steps to this dish in her head. She wished so badly that she could brush her black bangs out of her face, but that would require her to remove her mask, exposing her gender to the others, which would be a bad idea. Soldier was very idealistic when it came to women fighting, and he would often talk about his ideals. Some agreed with him, but others, like Scout, Sniper, Spy and Heavy disagreed. Demo seemed indifferent about the whole thing, along with Engineer, agreeing with some aspects but disagreeing with others. Medic agreed with Soldier that women should not fight, that their place is behind the men. Pyro disliked him for it, but she had to admit that he was, indeed, a great fighter. Speaking of whom, the Soldier hadn't shown up yet.

"Hudda hurr hudda haa?"

Damn this mask…

Medic looked at him and shrugged.

"'e is alvays late to dinner."

This wasn't entirely true. He was late when Engineer or Heavy were cooking, but he was usually very punctual. Pyro raised an eyebrow, but shrugged it off. At that moment, Soldier chose to stroll through the doorway, looking a little confused when he saw Pyro behind the stove instead of Engineer. He decided not to say anything, wondering how they managed to get Pyro to cook instead of Engie. Not that he was complaining.

"That was a good hustle out there, soldiers!" he said, taking his seat between Demo and Medic.

"Yeah it was! Oh, hey Engie! Thanks for savin' my ass back there!" Scout said, grinning.

"Naw, t'was nothing'," Engie said with a tip of his hat, smiling. "Jus' doin' mah job."

Pyro pulled the turkey out of the oven and quickly sliced it up. She knew how Heavy loved his sandwiches, so she set some of the hot turkey aside, along with rye bread and other sandwich fixins. She knew exactly what he wanted and how he wanted it, which made him look forward to the nights when she cooked. She quietly listened to the babble of her teammates behind the counter looking into the kitchen. She caught little snatches of conversation. Solly was going on about how they did well, but needed to do better next time to make sure they get the intel without losing a single man. Scout, as usual, rained on his parade by reminding him of the fact that they respawn every time they're killed, eliciting quiet chuckles from those near him.

Pyro couldn't help but smile when she thought of the bold Boston boy. She fancied him. He was the only one aside from Sniper who would help her out when she first arrived here. He was a complete knuckle head with a tough attitude, and he was absolutely ruthless in battle, but he had his times when he could be friendly and not-so-annoying. Pyro thought about how Sniper had saved her a couple of times from an enemy that would sneak up behind her. She liked the rugged bushman. He was quiet, keeping mostly to himself. He had his moments, like now as he was talking to Demo and Scout, where he was sociable and let his personality show. Pyro thought he was rather handsome with his aviators and slouch hat.

She chuckled softly as she finished cooking. It was a favorite pastime of hers, and even when there was no one in the mass hall, she would often fix herself a small treat. Despite her love for cooking, the constant activity of fighting on a daily basis, except on weekends and holidays, kept her in prime condition. She had a slimmer suit when compared to that of the Silver Pyro, yet she still didn't quite fill it out. She had a very strong upper body from hauling the heavy flamethrower around, but she wasn't buff. She did have a very well-defined core though, and sometimes wished that she could show off her strong abs, but she knew that would be a bad idea. One look at her shapely hips and waist would tip them off to her gender.

She plated the food and skillfully fixed Heavy's precious sandwich. They were having roast turkey in a light gravy sauce, flavored with a little bit of cayenne pepper and other herbs. She chuckled as she started passing the plates down from one end of the table to the other, listening to Heavy mumble, "Not sandvich…Not sandvich…Not sandvich" as he passed the plates down. He gave a wide grin and exclaimed, "Sandvich!" when he finally got his plate, immediately digging into it and giving Pyro a thumbs-up. "Da, is good!"

Pyro picked up her own plate and headed back to her room.

"Hey Pyro! Where're you goin', man? Eat with us for a change!" Scout called after her.

She smiled, glad that the mask could hide the sadness in her eyes. As much as she wished she could, she couldn't eat without taking off the mask, and that was something she simply could not do in public. So, she turned slightly and shook her head before leaving the mass hall and to her room.

Scout turned to Sniper.

"How come he never eats with us? What's he got under that mask that he doesn't want us to see? You think maybe he has some horrible scars or something?"

"Do ya' ever shut up, mate? Who says he's hidin' anything? Maybe he jus' wants to get away from your blabbermouth for once. Besides, I eat alone every now and then, too."

"Yeah, 'now and then,' not every day. I'm gonna' go try an' talk him into sitting with people for once."

"I dunno, mate, might not be a good -"

But Scout was already up with his plate in tow. He headed off toward Pyro's room.

Pyro sat on her bed, quietly eating, her mask laying on the bed beside her, eerily lifeless. She had brushed her bangs aside, her dark, spiky hair flared out in the back where the hairs were tipped with red, while her bangs were long and sometimes troublesome. She looked down at her food, her dark brown eyes gazing at the food, loneliness apparent in her features. She enjoyed the company of the others, even Soldier to some extent. She didn't like sitting and eating alone while the others conversed over dinner like a real team or family.

Family…

She hadn't seen hers since she'd come here. It was lonely without her sisters around to keep her entertained with their playful antics. She picked idly at her food, mechanically raising bites of food to her mouth and eating them without really tasting it. Her mind was elsewhere, her eyes looking down at her plate yet not really seeing it. She was painfully reminded of the present when her door swung inward.

"Hey Pyro, just thought I -"

Scout's jaw dropped as Pyro's eyes met his in a flash of movement. He lost his grip on the plate and it clattered to the floor. Pyro's mind was racing.

SHIT! SHIT FUCK DAMMIT! What the hell do I do?

"Uh…"

That was all she could get out of her mouth before Scout blurted out, "YOU'RE A GIRL?"

"Shush!"

She leaped up and closed the door behind him, glaring at him.

"I didn't want anyone to know, loudmouth."

"Wow, you sound a lot different without the mask…"

"Did you hear me?"

"Yeah I heard ya', who wouldn't?"

Pyro sighed and pinched the bridge of her nose.

"Listen, don't tell anyone about this, alright? Please? You know how Soldier is, and if he ever found out, I might get discharged…"

Scout flinched at her words and rubbed a hand over his face.

"I'm sorry, I'm still getting over the fact that you're a girl. That explains everything. You don't want to eat with us because you have to take off your mask to eat, and taking off your mask means -"

"Yeah, I know, I'm the one who's been doing this, remember?"

"Hey, sorry man," Scout said, throwing his hands up defensively. "I just can't believe we've had a girl on our side this whole time. And here I thought you always wore that mask to hide some hideous scar or something."

"Just please promise me you won't tell anyone," Pyro said, giving Scout a pleading look.

He couldn't say no to those big brown eyes, they were too pretty to be seen dull and lifeless, as they would be if the team rejected her. He sighed and rubbed the back of his neck.

"Yeah, alright, I promise."

"Thank you."

Pyro smiled and gave him a warm hug. Scout felt a slight blush rise to his face.

Wow, being hugged by a girl feels nice. She's not half-bad looking either.

Pyro let him go and walked over to the closet, pulling out a towel and tossing it to him.

"Do me a favor and clean up your mess, will ya'?" she said, pointing to the plate he dropped. Scout rolled his eyes.

"Yeah, whatever. Say," he began, stooping down to clean up his mess, "you don't look like much. I expected you to look a bit more burley, since you lug that huge ass flamethrower around. How do you manage?"

"Like this."

Without missing a beat, she raised the flamethrower with one arm, pointing it at Scout's head. She smirked when she saw him begin to sweat.

"H-Hey man, we're on the same team!" he said, staring straight down the foul-smelling gas tube with a dragon's head mounted over the opening.

"You wanna' make another crack at how women must be weaker than men because we 'don't look like much?'"

"I'm sorry!" he said hastily, slowly backing away. She flicked the igniter, the blue flame bursting to life, making Scout's face glow in its light. Scout stopped and looked up at her.

"I'm sorry. It won't happen again," he said as calmly as he could.

"That sounds about right."

Pyro flicked off the igniter and put her treasured weapon away. Scout breathed a sigh of relief.

"That was not cool," he said, picking up what was left of the mess on the floor.

"I'm a Pyro. I'm not supposed to be cool."

"Pssh…"

Scout sat down next to her on the bed.

"Don't you ever get lonely? I mean, you are up here all by yourself all the time. Like, I get the reason behind it. I wouldn't want to be stuck inside that suit all day either, but it has to get pretty boring."

"Boring, yes. Lonely, maybe. But I entertain myself by burning things every now and then."

She put on her best evil grin.

"Hats burn real well, especially when they're still on someone's head."

Scout screwed up his face in a disgusted expression. "You are twisted."

"I know, right?"

Pyro chuckled to herself and gave Scout a playful punch on the arm.

"Well, hey, looks like you and I are gonna' be real good friends, yeah? Don't want anything bad to happen to ya' out there on the field."

"I get it, alright? I'll keep my trap shut."

"Good. Especially with Spy hanging around. You can't be too careful."

"Yeah, I can't trust him as far as I can throw him."

"I know, he creeps -"

There came a knock on the door.

"Oi! Scout! Leave the guy alone if 'e wants t'be left alone!"

"Shut up mom. We're gettin' along just fine!"

The door started to creak open, and Pyro's heart started to thump in her chest. She reflexively grabbed her mask and threw it on, pulling up the top of the suit over her shoulders and putting her gloves back on in a flurry of motion, managing to get the last glove on as Sniper poked his head in. Scout looked at him with a frown on his face.

"The hell, man? Can't you at least ask before you come in?"

"What're you two doing in here?"

"Just talkin', mother, what's it to you?"

Sniper sighed and withdrew from the doorway, pulling the door shut with him.

"If I didn't know any better, I'd think you were tryin' t'hide somethin'."

The door clicked shut and Pyro breathed a sigh of relief.

"Hurr hudda huh."

"…What?"

Pyro sighed against and pulled the mask over her head, laying it in her lap.

"I said, that was close."

"Yeah, I'll say. That guy doesn't know how to knock any more than Spy does. At least Engie has the decency to give you fair warning when he's coming in."

Pyro chuckled softly.

"If I recall correctly, you didn't knock either."

"Well, if you weren't so keen to eat up here all by yourself, I wouldn't have come looking for you. You don't have to take your mask all the way off to eat, y'know? All you had to show was the bottom part of your face. No one would be the wiser."

"Yeah, then I just have to keep Demo and Heavy from removing my mask. You know how tempted they'll be to pull it off?"

"Just tell them no, I'll watch your back."

"I don't know…"

"Oh come on, if you don't, what if someone else comes up to try and coax you out and finds you the same way I did? What if it ends up being Soldier? Or Medic?"

"Alright, alright, I get the point. I'll try eating with you guys tomorrow. I'll just have to work on perfecting my manly voice," she said, deepening her voice to do a perfect impression of Demo's voice.

"Whoa, can you do anyone else's voice?" Scout asked, intrigued by her talent. She laughed.

"Oi, I ain't no sideshow!"

"Great Sniper! You could've been a Spy!" Scout laughed.

"Und give up setting things ablaze? Nien."

"You're killin' me here!" Scout said, slapping his knee.

"What are you laughing at, MAGGOT?" she said, crossing her eyes and giving him a goofy look. This just made him crack up more.

"S-Stop! Stop! Alright! I get it!"

"You better, monsieur. Else I will gut you like a fish!"

"I resent zat."

Pyro nearly choked at the sound of the voice. Scout's laughter turned into angry yelling.

"Spy! How the HELL did you get in here?"

Pyro slowly turned to look in the corner of her room, where the air was shimmering. Spy's cloaking device switched off as he was pulling a cigarette out of the case. He flicked open his lighter and lit it, but Pyro leaped up and snatched it from his lips, grinding it out on the back of her glove.

"How dare you!"

Spy looked at her calmly, but a flicker of annoyance lit his eyes as she tossed away the perfectly good cigarette.

"Mademoiselle, please refrain from wasting my -"

"Monsieur, please refrain from entering my living quarters without my permission!"

Spy grinned and chuckled softly.

"Oh, mademoiselle, little do you know, I've known about your little secret for quite some time now. I was waiting for someone else to figure it out before I revealed my knowledge."

"You son of a bitch. How the hell did you find out?"

"I have my ways, cherie."

Pyro crossed her arms angrily.

"Well, assuming you haven't told anyone else yet, I trust you won't tell anyone in the future, correct? Lest I do a spy check in your general direction tomorrow morning."

Spy gave her a gentlemanly bow.

"My lips are sealed."

"That's what I thought."

Pyro looked away in disgust, while Scout scowled at the black-suited spy. He stood up and jabbed his finger in the Frenchman's chest.

"Hey pal! Who do you think you are?"

"I am ze spy. Who else would I be?"

"You know what I mean, smart ass."

Spy pulled out his cigarette case, but it was quickly snatched from his hand. Pyro tapped her foot and glared at him.

"This room is strictly non-smoking, especially, with Scout in here. He needs to keep his lungs clean, and I would very much like to keep my room smelling less like burnt ass."

She pocketed the case and crossed her arms.

"You'll get this back after you leave."

Spy sighed and leaned against the wall, crossing one leg over the other. Pyro grabbed Scout's shoulder and sat him down beside her on the bed.

"So, how long have you known?"

"Ever since you first arrived," Spy said matter-of-factly.

"What? How?"

"Ze way you presented yourself."

"What do you mean?"

"Only a woman would have ze patience to listen to Soldier rant before stealing his 'elmet and hiding it in Sniper's bunk."

"You saw that?"

"I see many things zat go on around 'ere."

"Dude, that was you?" Scout said, wide-eyed.

Pyro grinned.

"Yeah that was me."

"Man! That took some balls! Solly still doesn't know who did it!"

Pyro chuckled.

"Good. Let's keep it that way."

Spy smiled and looked down at his shiny black shoes.

"My suspicions about your gender were confirmed when I spotted you sneaking to the kitchen after everyone had retired to zeir respective rooms. You were in uniform, but your mask was at your side, handy should you hear someone approaching. I must admit, I never zought such a beauty could take on ze mantle of ze Pyro. Per'aps a fiery red-'ead, but not someone like you."

Scout motioned with his hands in a quick gesture to stop, mouthing "No!" over and over again. Spy cleared his throat, seeing the death glare he was getting from Pyro.

"But, ah, not to say you are a treasured part of ze team, mademoiselle, non. You 'ave proven to be ze best Pyro we 'ave had in many long years."

The angry flush in her cheeks subsided at the compliment. She crossed her arms and nodded to him.

"Damn right, I am. Wouldn't be here if I wasn't."

Scout stood up and walked over to Spy, leaning in to his ear as Pyro picked up her plate and picked at her food.

"Hey, man, can I talk to you for a moment outside?"

"Oui, but of course."

"Hey, Pyro, we'll be right back, 'kay?"

Pyro nodded and went back to finishing her semi-cold dinner. Scout led Spy out the door and closed it behind him, walking a little way away from Pyro's room before turning around and leaning in close to his ear.

"Listen, Spy, don't say anything that sounds degrading about women around this chick. She takes offense to anyone thinking that women are inferior in any way. Just watch your tongue, yeah?"

Spy looked down at the Boston boy and tapped his chin, a look of thoughtfulness in his eyes.

"She must 'ave a lot of patience if she can sit and listen to Soldier go on about the subject any time it comes up. She must 'ave so much anger built up behind zat mask when 'e speaks in such a way. No wonder 'er temper flares…She is perfect as a Pyro."

"Yeah, and she don't look half bad, either, eh?" Scout said, nudging Spy in the chest. Spy just adjusted his tie with an unimpressed look on his face.

"If I were you, monsieur, I would refrain from trying anyzing with 'er. We don't want Soldier picking up on 'er scent, nor do we want anyone zinking you are gay, non?"

"Ah, yeah…guess you're right," Scout said, rubbing the back of his neck like an embarrassed schoolboy.

"Now, let us go back and keep the dear company. She 'as had no one she can really spend time with because of 'er situation difficile."

"Yeah."

Scout and Spy walked back into Pyro's room, giving a brief warning before they came in. She had finished her dinner and was preparing to take her plate to back to the kitchen, pulling her suit back on and stretching the gas mask over her head. She headed out the door without a word to the two, who simply looked at each other and followed her. She walked back into the mess hall, where several of their teammates were still sitting at the table. She offered her plate to everyone, allowing them to stack their dirty dishes on top of it. She balanced a stack of plates and silverware with a little difficulty, but she managed to get into the kitchen before falling forward. Luckily, she had managed to drop the dishes in the sink before falling. She cracked her chin painfully on the countertop, stars springing up in front of her eyes. Soldier and Demo started laughing, Heavy looking on in concern. Medic shook his head with an exasperated expression on his face. Spy appeared by her side and offered her his hand. She didn't respond at first, which concerned him even more.

"Monsieur Pyro? Are you alright?"

Pyro was still seeing stars, and her chin hurting something fierce. She groaned softly and attempted to push herself up, but she was too dizzy. Medic stood up and walked over to her side, crouching down and looking her over.

"He seems to 'ave hit 'is chin on ze vay down. He vill be alright. Give 'im eine zweite to recover."

Medic stood up as Pyro shifted her arms underneath her, moaning through the mask. The dizziness was fading slowly and she managed to sit up, slightly stunned. Lights were flashing in front of her eyes and she had to blink a few times before rubbing her chin through her mask. Her neck hurt, but her chin hurt more. She hoped that it wasn't broken. After popping her jaw back into place, she took Spy's hand and pulled herself up, holding her head and frowning, even though no one could see it. Medic turned her around and looked her in the eyes. He had such a piercing gaze, she thought for a moment he could see right through the dark-tinted lenses of her mask.

"Are you alright, Herr Pyro?"

Pyro nodded and gave a thumbs-up almost too hastily. Medic gave her a curious look, but smiled slightly and nodded before going back to the table. Heavy called from the table, "Is leetle Pyro okay?"

"Hur hudda huh!" Pyro responded, nodding. Heavy gave her a wide grin and smiled.

"Heavy is glad!"

Pyro couldn't help but smile at Heavy, even though he couldn't see it. She liked him. He was usually polite, and he reminded her of a giant teddy bear.

She mumbled a quick thanks before getting started on the dishes. Spy leaned close to her and asked, "Are you really alright, mademoiselle?"

She raised her mask just over her chin, speaking in a hushed tone.

"My chin hurts like hell."

"Should I get ze Medic?"

"I don't know, I don't want him to see my face."

"I can tell 'im zat you do not want to remove your mask"

Pyro sighed.

"Alright, but if he figures it out, I'm going to burn you alive."

"I would expect notzing less," Spy said with a sly smile. "Medic! Would you come here, s'il vous plaît?"

The doctor excused himself from the table once again and came back into the kitchen.

"Would you kindly take a look at Pyro's chin? 'E says it is hurting 'im so."

"Ah, I thought so. Alright Pyro, chin up!"

Pyro didn't say a word as she lifted her chin. The doctor didn't even ask to take off her mask. Apparently, he didn't need to.

"Mhmm, you may 'ave cracked ze bone. Zere is some ugly bruising right 'ere," he said, lightly brushing the aching spot on her chin.

"My my, Pyro, you 'ave such a slender neck, and what a lovely chin. You take very good care of yourself, ja? Keeping ein very guter form."

Pyro swallowed as Medic's hands traveled down her neck, his smooth gloves sliding over her sweat-beaded skin. She felt her heart leap into her throat as his hand pressed over her chest, and in a flash, her hand flew up and backhanded him, his face turning sharply to the left, a loud smack! resounding through the kitchen area, attracting the attention of the others. She realized too late what she had done, and quickly took a step back. Her voice cracked as she tried to imitate a Scottish accent.

"W-What are ya' gettin' so bloody handsy fer?"

Medic looked at her with his cold eyes, and as they narrowed, she knew the gig was up.

Shit…I blew it…

Before she could stop him, he growled and had snatched the front of her mask, ripping it off, her black hair ruffling as it was torn from her face. Spy scowled and Medic's mouth dropped, along with the remaining teammates who were watching in awe. Soldier growled and turned his nose up at her.

"Pyro is woman!" Heavy exclaimed. The scraping of chairs and padding of feet soon followed. Pyro closed her eyes and fell to her knees, holding her face in her hands. Medic looked down at her, shock still etched on his features. He looked both surprised and worried, realizing what he had just done.

"I will not tolerate having a woman on my team!" Soldier said, pushing to the front of the group. Engie and Sniper both poked their heads through the mess hall doors, Sniper sleepily rubbing his eyes.

"What the bloody hell is goin' on in here? Some people are tryin' t'sleep!"

Demo turned toward the both of them and said, "Oi! Pyro's a lass!"

"…What are you talkin' 'bout, sonny?" Engie asked, walking in after Sniper.

"Come look fer yerself!"

Pyro felt like a sideshow. Scout placed a hand on her shoulder and knelt down.

"Pyro? You alright?"

She tore her shoulder from his grasp and launched herself through the growing group of her teammates with her arm shielding her face, running through the doors and straight to her room, tears falling down her cheeks.

Scout ran after her.

"Pyro! Wait!"

But he was only greeted by a door slamming in his face when he finally reached her room. He sighed and walked back to the mess hall, where shouts were starting to float out to the halls. Apparently, Soldier was being chewed out by Spy and Heavy had picked the both of them up before they could kill each other. Scout stood by Demo, watching them.

"Who started it?"

"Ah, Solly started rantin' about 'ow we should vote to 'ave th'lass discharged, but Spy stepped in an' started tellin' him off aboot 'ow sexist that would be. Tha two were aboot to exchange blows a'fore Heavy stepped in like a good man and picked them both up by th'scruff 'ah their necks."

"Wow, really? Spy went and started a fight with Solly?"

"Aye, lad. Spooked a bit meself, actually."

Scout frowned and walked in between the two men suspended by Heavy's massive hands.

"Alright you chuckleheads, calm down, will ya'? This ain't no way to be men, right?"

"Like you should talk, maggot!" Soldier barked, receiving a rough shake from Heavy in response.

"Leetle Scout is right. This no way to solve problem."

"Where'd Doc go? He'd know what to do about this."

"Doktor left short time ago," Heavy said. "I do not know where he went."

"Well crap, what do we do, then?"

"How aboot we all jus' go to bed and sleep for now. We can talk aboot this afta' the morrow's fightin'."

"Yeah, I agree with Demo," Sniper said.

"Da, let's go to bed. Heavy is tired," Heavy said, setting Soldier and Spy back on their feet. The two shot glares at each other.

"Fine. Tomorrow, we decide what to do about her," Soldier growled, turning on his heel and walking out of the mess hall. Spy straightened his tie and jacket, reaching for his case of cigarettes, only to realize they were gone. He remembered that Pyro had it with her.

"Bon Dieu…"

He walked up to her room and gently rapped on the door.

"Ma petit fleur, if I may bother you for just a moment…"

"Go away Spy…please," came the soft reply from within.

"Please, may I just 'ave my cigarettes?"

The door opened a crack and the shiny metal case was pushed through. Before he could get a foot in the door to try and talk to her, she shut it.

"Mon Dieu…"

He looked sadly at the door before walking back to his room.

"I am going to kill that soldier…"

Alright, first chapter down! Next chapter coming soon!