TF2 Class and You! Chapter 1, a team fortress 2 fanfic

And You: RED Scout

A/N: Spadefire… writing fanfiction for Team Fortress 2? WHAT ALTERANTE REALITY IS THIS?
Medic: One I don't vant to be in.
SILENCE! Anywho, saw a couple of these floating around and figured I'd try my hand at it. It's what it says on the tin; a compilation of oneshots surrounding yourself and the gentlemen of TF2. I'm planning to do one per character per side, so that's at least one per RED and one per BLU, making the grand total eighteen. But, ah, let's start with just one. I chose Scout 'cause he's not hard to write and the ladies love 'im. Oh, and last thing, these are all taking place in present day, just so I can use modern references and the like. XD Enjoy!

"SCOUT!" you scream, stomping down the hallway of the RED base. The older boy had stolen your favorite gun- AGAIN- and this time you were going to beat him with his own bat. Mercilessly.

" Stupid freaking ADHD… hey, Medic, have you seen Scout?" you ask as you pass the German. He turns and raises an eyebrow, grinning conspiratorially. "Ja," he replies, "he's on ze roof. Do us all a favor and push him off, vill you?"

"Trust me, I will," you growl, storming to the stairwell. You become quieter as you ascend the stairs, wanting to have the element of surprise when you beat Scout's brains in. As you reach the top, you crack open the door that leads to the flat concrete roof and peer out. You're more than a little surprised to see Scout holding you gun like a microphone, and when you notice it's unloaded, an odd sense of relief washes through you. Wouldn't want him actually shooting himself… wait, what? No, you were here to kill him, that's why you didn't want him to do it himself. Yeah. That works.

"Easy come, easy go, that's just how you live, oh, take, take, take it all but you never give. Should've known you was trouble from the first kiss, had your eyes wide open, why were they open?" Your eyes do go wide open when you realize that he's singing. Also, he's an awful singer. But it's the lyrics that have you frozen in place.

"Gave you all I had and you tossed it in the trash, you tossed it in the trash, you did. To give me all your love is all I ever asked, 'cause what you don't understand is… I'd catch a grenade for ya! Throw my hand on a blade for ya! I'd jump in front of a train for ya! You know I'd do anything for ya. I would go through all this pain, take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes, I would die for you, baby, but you won't do the same.

"No, no, no, no… Black, black, black and blue, beat me 'til I'm numb. Tell the devil I said, hey, when you get back to where you're from. Mad woman, bad woman, that's just what you are, yeah, you'll smile in my face then rip the brakes out my car.

"If my body was on fire, ooh, you'd watch me burn down in flames. You said you loved me, you're a liar, 'cause you never, ever, ever did, baby! But darling, I'd still catch a grenade for ya! Throw my hand on a blade for ya! I'd jump in front of a train for ya! You know I'd do anything for ya. I would go through all this pain, take a bullet straight through my brain. Yes, I would die for you, baby, but you won't do the same. No, you won't do the same… you wouldn't do the same… ooh, you never do the same… no, no, no, no."

He finished, tossing the gun from hand to hand as you remained where you were, watching from behind the door. Had he- no, he couldn't- had he just sung Grenade? He wasn't singing about you, was he? No, no, that was impossible, no matter how funny or cute or annoyingly adorable he was, he didn't like you and you definitely didn't like him and-

"Hey!" Oh crap. Scout had turned around while you were thinking, and was now advancing to the door. You contemplated running, but knew that he'd catch you. He opened the door all the way so he could glare at you. "What are you doing up here?" Was it just you, or was he blushing? "A-and what did you hear?"

"I came back to get my gun," you reply, snatching it from him. "Maybe if you wouldn't take it I wouldn't hear you singing! Which, by the way, I heard all of it." You're rewarded with another blush and horrified stammering, which makes you want to giggle. "Why were you singing that, anyway?" you ask, quickly turning serious.

"I dunno, I just had your gun and… I guess that song kinds reminds me of you," he muttered, rubbing the back of his head. He takes your silence as a cue to continue and does so. "I mean, you're really awesome an' stuff… and I'd do anything for ya… but you wouldn't do the same, 'cause ya don't like me back." He shoved his hand in his pockets and glanced away, trying his best not to make eye contact.

You're still trying to process this. Scout, the brash, loud, tough Scout, falling for you? It seems impossible. And it probably would be if you weren't so busy trying to convince yourself that you don't like him back. Yeah, so what if he's really, really cute, and awesome at pulling pranks, and he's always got your back both on and off the battlefield… you realize that you might like him. Maybe. A little. Even if you refuse to admit it. But…

"Hey, Scout." He turns and you stand on tiptoe, kissing him on the cheek. "Don't be so sure." As he stands there dumbstruck, you give him a grin and a small salute before turning and strolling nonchalantly back down the steps. When you reach the bottom you pause and hear him break into Walking On Sunshine, which makes you laugh and begin to hum along.

Okay. So maybe he wasn't that bad.

A/N: OH GOSH THAT ENDING SUCKED PLEASE DON'T KILL ME! *cowers* These will get better, I swear. Also, sorry, but I can't do most accents to save my life, so if anybody seems off, my fault entirely. And if you have any requests for the RED fellow for next chapter, I'd appreciate the shoutout! Reviews are love!