Hi. this is kind of an idea I have been having for a while. If all goes well I will keep adding. So enjoy.
It was 6 am on a Saturday morning at teufort. Since it was the weekend both BLU and RED were sound asleep in their bases. Outside across the bridge it was surrounded by mist. Quite peaceful and delightfully quiet until... "WHERE IS THAT SON OF A BITCH"yelled a rather distraught and angered woman. From the sounds of it she could've been in her late 30's to early 40's.
"MUM THERES NO NEED TO YELL!" shouted a second voice. It was another female voice but from the sounds of it she was in her teens.
The mist cleared and the 2 shadows became clearer. From the looks of things they were mother and daughter. The mum was about 5 ft 8. She had light brown hair, was wearing an ankle length dress wearing sandals. Highly inappropriate for a battlefield. All she carried was a note. The daughter though was wearing a sleeveless brown leather jacket with a purple shirt covering up her arms. She was also wearing some denim shorts with tights underneath her shorts, but they have been badly ripped and the mums dress wasn't in good condition either.
The mum had a note in her hand and was walking straight into REDS territory. The daughter skulked behind.
"I CANNOT BELIEVE THE TWO OF YOU HAVE BETRYED ME LIKE THIS, EACH IN YOUR OWN INDIVIDUAL WAY AS WELL." the mum screeched. She paused and turned around to find her daughter skulking. "For goodness sake Jazz I am just as mad with you right now as I am with your father, your last so called prank nearly killed your grandparents so I am sending you over here till I think you're ready to come back.
"But why here?" the teen said abruptly as she stopped outside RED's front entrance. "Don't I deserve better? Why do you want me to stay at this god for saken no man's land? worse still you know my dad lives out here and we don't get along.
At this point Jazz's mother wanted to scream her heart out. With each passing moment the middle ager was getting redder and redder. Until she calmed and just said "It's your own fault. If no one stopped you during your knife throw trick one could have landed straight in the middle of your grandfathers face." "It wasn't like that" she groaned She turned to face BLU's base away from her mother saying "I'm not gonna see him" But when Jazz turned back around her mother was already gone and only the note remained. Typical Jazz thought as she started to read the crumpled note her mother wasn't one for goodbyes especially if it was around her father. She stared at the note and it said:
Bunk: teufort: single occupancy for one Ms Jazz Mundy
3rd floor. Number 10
Jazz sighed as she got herself and thoughts together as she headed up across the flight of stairs. "This is gonna take forever" grumbled the Australian. But at least her mother was gone and she could wander with her own thoughts in place. By the time she made it up the 3rd floor everyone was still remarkably asleep. "Lucky buggers wish I was still sleep" The teen said and with that she took herself to the door which had a number ten on it. She opened up the door to find a single bed with a desk on the side. It was pretty basic but it would have to do. The teen lied down on the hard mattress and groaned. If only I wasn't called Mundy. The name made her cringe; for years she had avoided him but this was it in a matter of hours she would have to meet him.
"That piss throwing mutant" she said as she sat back up on her bed.
"Wouldn't be the first time Madame" trailed a voice from the other side.
"Oh goody its one of dad's mates what he told you I was coming and you're already trying to chuck me out..."
The voice didn't reply "Look I'm sorry yea but I've had a long day apparently in this so called civilised world you show a trick to someone and then they get an excuse to get rid of you by making you come all the way from Australia to-."
"Madame please let me introduce myself I am..."The French voice trailed of thinking upon weather to give her him mercenary name or real one.
"E-urm as I was saying I am zee Spy."
The youngster stared curiously at the door. "Right so ya spy."
"Oui..."
Jazz knew very little about who was on the team other than her father. Though she learnt the back-story about the war between Blutarch Mann and Redmond Mann from the news she foolishly forgot to ask her mum for details upon who was actually living here.
"May I come in?"
"Err yea sure I guess"
And in an instant Spy flung the door open and walked over to where Jazz was sitting.
"May I sit down Madame?"
"It's a free country oh and you don't have to call me *Madame* every few seconds I do have a name y'know it's Jazz."
"My apologies" and he sat on the chair facing Jazz.
"So how did you know I was here" asked the teen
"Well we could all hear someone screaming from below at first we thought it was an enemy or the announcer but turns out it was-
"Yeah yeah it was my mum"
Spy continued "I know this place may seem weird at first but you shall get used to it
Jazz sighed "how long did it take you?"
"I'm still getting used to it" And with saying that he used his cloaking device and left.
For most teens seeing a full grown man vanish like that would've been amazing but Jazz just rolled back down onto the bed stared at the ceiling for a few seconds before falling asleep.
The next morning Jazz woke to find that it was 11 am still on a Saturday. She could hear everyone downstairs but still didn't want to go down. After what seemed like an eternity the teen finally plucked up the courage to go down the hall. As she walked down she stumbled over a couple of empty whisky bottles from number 8. She thought nothing of it up until she heard what seemed like a lion roar come from the room. Jazz stopped and stared. Is someone trapped with a beast in there?
Suddenly there was a loud burp and then a thud. Worry fell over Jazz's face and she burst into the room to see a Cyclops lying face up on the floor struggling to stand back up.
Jazz just stared in curiosity and at the state of the room. There were several trash bags full of empty booze bottles and the bed was more bottle then mattress. There was a foul smelling stench coming from the corner of the room; that she didn't even want to know what it was. It must have been at least 5 minutes before the bewildered Scotsman noticed Jazz.
"Aywaaa aya ima the grassman gonna..."
"Urr... are you ok"
The Scotsman shacked of his drunken talks and finally began to talk proper.
"Noo lassie help me up"
And Jazz got one shoulder from the drunken man and sat him back on his bed.
"Thanks mate I thought I was gonna be lying there for a lot longer"
"No probs. Err what's your name mines Jazz"
"Well I'm the demoman around here but everyone calls me you want to meet everyone else then they should be all at the dining room.
"Thanks mate"
And with that Jazz left Degroot to it and wondered into the dining room.
The dining room was just a massive long able going down the middle of a long room. There was a small kitchen fridge and food preparations area and surrounding the table where 9 very worn out chairs. From Jazz's point of view it seemed like everyone was there. Well everyone but...
"Looks like we have visitor" said Ivan the RED Heavy snapping Jazz back into reality from her daydream.
Staring at the heavy Jazz said "hi I'm Jazz, I just got here earlier today"
"AAAAHAAA" boomed another voice the soldier walked right up to the teen crouched to her level and stared at her straight in the eyes "so it was you who woke me up at 6 am well listen up Private the only one who goes around with the morning drill is me you got that MAGGOT"
Jazz didn't know what to make of this awkward encounter so just backed of murmuring only something she could understand until her bumping into the scout. Scout was just a little taller than her but looked to be about the same age due to john naturally looking younger. Scout seeing the encounter she just had with soldier tried to cheer her up.
"Oh don't worry 'bout him palle he's of his rocker. Oh I'm John by the way but everyone round 'ere calls me scout" the runner said with a strong Boston accent. Since these intros are getting more and more awkward from what I've seen so far let me introduce you to the fellas."
Well you've already met Ivan the heavy and Doe the soldier. I'm obviously me over there's our engie Kell and that's our pyro not really a talker more of a listener. I believe you've already met our demoman degroot and Spy though he never wants to say his typical-
"Vat about me" came a voice around the corner
"Ahh yes now that's medic you ever need a new heart then you know where to get one from" John said proudly banning his fist onto his chest.
"New heart?" replied Jazz looking a little confused.
The medic stepped around the corner with his blood stained apron on.
"Vell how else vould we survive?"
Before Jazz could answer the medic said
"Vith zis of course!" exclaimed the semi crazed doctor. Pointing to a small metal object.
"Everyone has their heart replaced by zis uberheart which allows me to heal them in battle and sometimes make zem invincible for a few seconds." But if you do die then you wake in what's called a respawn.
"What's a respawn" asked the curious teen
"Ahh now zats a special room where if you die your prestored DNA will be transformed into another you. It's quite a weird experience but I vould still advise you to not get killed by those dunkofs because zee announcer deducts your pay each time you get killed. Zough you earn the money back by killing people"
"Wow sounds interesting" said Jazz
"Yar it is in fact I can-
John who was looking more bored had enough of the medic going on about his *latest* inventions story decided to try his luck with Jazz.
"So urr you ever seen me with my top of?" the Bostonian winked at Jazz as he took it off.
"The medic looking more embarrassed then ever and sighed "shouldn't you be running around trying to be useful for vunce?"
"Yea but..."
"Grr dunkof your making an embarrassment outta yourself if I ver you I'd get out of here and fast."
And with hearing those words the bored scout just wondered down the hallway.
"Sorry about that" said medic "hey I've never properly introduced myself you may call me as medic but my veal names Niklas.
"Oh well nice to meet you I'm Jazz" Grinned Jazz
"How come you're out here in teufort?" quizzed Niklas
"Well it was supposed to be a punishment by my mum for almost killing my Grandparents when I was showing them my knife throwing trick"
"Vell maybe you could show me" later Niklas smiled. "I believe you've met every-vait no you've got one other person to meet his names Lawrence Mundy but around here he's the s-
"Yes I know he's the sniper" Jazz snapped
"oh... ok watching Jazz's face tense up from talking about the sniper he quickly changed hey, look my medical files has been updated so maybe a bit later on I can install your new uberheart. But just to be sure everything's in order I shall need your confirmation.
"NO WAIT" Jazz yelled but her profile was up.
"Vat is it?" cried Niklas before turning his head back to the database and noticing why. "Vait you and Lawrence are related..."
Jazz looked as if she had been hit by Johns baseball bat; stunned and uknown what to think of. Eventually she sat down and puffed.
"Yeah it's true and I hate it he left me when I was just a baby and my mum's been pretty pissed with him ever since."
"And I've regretted ever doing that to this very day" said a voice which was hovering right behind the pair. His tall shadow looming over Niklas and Jazz.
"Dad?"
"Eruu I shall leave you two some peace" offered the medic wanting to get out before an argument started so he left his work place to the Mundys.