Flying Free

Warning: This will have yaoi/shonen ai in it, if you the readers tell me you want smex, I shall give it to you, also one OC, Violence, Language, multiple pairings ,ect.

Summary: Have you ever felt trapped? I have, I felt like a bird in a gilded cage. To anyone my life was beautiful and perfect, but truthfully I was trapped. That was until this opportunity came and I knew I had to take it now or live the rest of my life regretting it.

A/N: I know I shouldn't be writing even more while I still have another fanfiction on hold, but this time you can blame my brother. He got me hooked onto this game and I'm addicted, so I decided to try my hand out at a FF with an OC in it. Don't worry, she isn't going to be dying 24/7 or hooking up with every single guy, nor is this surrounded around her. Well, I hope you enjoy. ^-^ Also, I was planing to do Spy/sniper in this. If anyone wants to see a pair in here please do tell

So if anything is off or wrong please tell me, also no flaming. If you don't like OCs or girls in TF2, then stay away. I'm not forcing you to read this, click back or whatever and go back to doing that you had been doing. ^-^

'How long has it been…six months, I miss home…I wonder if they think I'm dead already, Danny and Charlie must think so…mom wouldn't care…I miss dad, but I'm not going to back down or leave…this is just more than just to prove myself to them, dad did this for mom and I'm doing this for Danny…' The thoughts swirled around in the light chill of the morning air; the room had no heat or air. It didn't really matter,it felt good. 'I have to get up… I don't want to, but if I don't they'll come in and see me like this thus getting me killed or worse, sent back to that hell hole people call my home.' At the pace of a turtle on dry land, the sheets moved and a body got up. Dark blue boxers and a black T-shirt, sluggish movement and tired yawns. It was too early but this was how it was, waking up before the others and quickly getting dressed before they woke up. A dark shadow made its way to the small mirror on the wall, still tired. Looking into the mirror, silvery-gray colored eyes looked back. If one would look deep into those eyes, one would see a light brown/golden halo around the black pupil. Pale blond hair fell into the eyes, it looked faded like an old shirt washed too many time. Pushing it out of the way, the back was cut the nape of the neck. It was wavy thus the eternal bed head look that would always be there, neither brush nor comb could tame it. To many this would just seem like a normal routine for anyone in the war, those are the ones who are very wrong. This was something that would only be seen in movies, maybe books. Because this young scout that stood in front of this judging reflection was but a young lady, running from her past and finding comfort here in war. 'Stupid boobs, I hate you!' Mentally growling to herself, she poked the small and soft appendages.

She yawned, stretching her back. She was taller than most girls of her young age, eighteen and at 5'9". This abnormality could be blamed on her family genes, a family of walking giants. Their house had been remodeled so they could live there without hitting their heads on the roof or walking into doorways, with her mother at 5'10, her four older brothers measuring 6'0 to 6'3, and her recently deceased father at 6'5". She and her twin brother were the shortest of all of them, not to mention her gender neutral voice. It worked for her in more than one way, like messing with her brother's friends and girlfriends when they called. It was rather fun to do, since people couldn't tell the difference between them. Now many people thought a girl couldn't dress up like a guy and actually pass off as one, well she was a special kind. A happy yet violent drama geek who studied ancient Greek forms of theater, now people liked to put it in a stupid simpler way. She was a girl who knew too much about makeup and costume, enough to make a passable male out of any woman. She slightly jolted as she heard people starting to wake up; she softly cussed and started stripping. She wasn't that attractive and she could admit it, she didn't have that oh-so-perfect hour glass shape that men and boy drooled over. She was like a ruler; no hips, tits, or other feminine curves that could be seen. It could be blamed partly to getting breast cancer when she was sixteen, they were able to stop it…but she had lost most of her chest to it, the doctors had told they could give her silicone ones. But she rejected it, if she got them, then she wouldn't be any better than those girls at school with fake tits and orange tans. Also she could blame late development, enough to make doctors wonder if she was a hermaphrodite. They gave her hormones to help develop faster, it not only didn't work. It was also the reason why she got cancer, her family sued the doctors. Now she was an un-feminine rich girl who was still miserable, wasn't life great? And the wonderful life didn't stop there, oh no. That would make her seem like she still had a good life and make people hate her for being 'perfect'

Thanks to her family's new fame and money, she got kidnapped by a group of her close 'friends' and kept for ransom. They had tied her up to a chair; unfortunately, the idiots didn't know how to tie someone up without doing too much bodily damage. They had completely cut off the circulation on her left arm and kept it like that for seven hours, once the cops came and the whole thing exploded in her face. It had been too late, she had to get it amputated. So that just added onto to her suffering, she tried prosthetics before and didn't like them. It wasn't until she got here and nearly killed the medic for trying to give her a physical examination, that the engineer helped her and gave her a robotic one. She only had a small nub from her shoulder, so not much she could do with that. But was glad he helped her out and she now had an arm she could actually work with, and it was also pretty cool.

She yawned once again, quickly putting her arm on and flexing it a little. She had taken a hit from a RED Demoman yesterday; it dented her forearm a little. "Skyler, you have five minutes!" Someone yelled, she was sure it was one of the solders.

"Keep your lacy panties on, Maggot King!" She yelled back, sounding like a teenage boy. She was glad of it, since no one here really knew about her being a girl and she was going to keep it that…well, only one person knew; Gabriel, their spy. Skyler had gotten badly hurt once and Gabriel found her collapsed, he helped her since their medic had been killed, and ended up find out. He kept quiet for her since he thought she was pretty brave for doing this.

Skyler pulled her mind out of the past and was soon enough she was running around getting ready, pulling on a breast squishing bra (made by her) and pulling on a bulletproof one piece that disguised her hips and girly rump. It went from her ribcage down to her knees, something her father had given her before dying. I had been a full body thing, but Sky quickly fixed it. Pulling on a blue short sleeve T-shirt and a pair of black shorts, her last pair of pants was half burned off by the RED Pyro. She sighed softly, running a hand through her hair. "A drama geek in a war full of men, 'ou're a strange one." Skyler jolted as she looked over and saw Gabriel in her doorway; she sighed and put the baseball bat down.

"Well, you already know my reasons and I'm not going to let you nor anyone else judge me, I'm not a prized dog or fruit put out there to be rated." She replied, her voice sounding softer and slightly more like a girl. She loaded her pistol and placed into the holster on her hip, and grabbed her scatter shotgun.
"Don't forget 'bout dis, mon ami." Gabriel said as he placed the black cap onto her head. "You're old man would be proud of 'ou." Playfully ruffling her hair and heading out the door, Skyler softly growled and blush at the action. She hated how he treated her like child, it made her feel like the girl she truly was. Flicking him off behind his back, she walked over to her bed and pulled on her knee high socks then her high top converse. She liked them since they helped her run and it was less possible for her to lose them while running, she was tying them when someone picked her up. She growled as she was about to whack them with her baseball bat, but quickly realized who it was and smiled. "Vladimir, can you put me down…or at least right side up?" She asked as their heavy held her upside down, she couldn't hate him.

"Engineer, want to see Skyler." The blonde girl smiled and nodded, she knew it and smiled slightly at it. Soon enough she was right side up and placed on the floor, she grabbed her cap that had fallen and put it on. "Thank you, Val. You can have my ration of breakfast, I'm not going to have time today and you'll also need the extra energy." She patted his large, muscle rippled arm before walking out the door. She wasn't afraid of Vlad, they had a mutual friendship between them. Skyler slung the baseball bat over her shoulder and walked to their engineer's workshop. "Ethanael, I respect your personal space but we don't have much time so I'm walking in; you better not be masturbating." Skyler said as she walked in, eyes closed just in case. She opened them to see Ethan sitting at his work bench; he looked up at her and gave her a slight nod. Skyler knew that meant three things; good morning, close the door, and get over here. She did all three, sitting down next to him on the stool. "I 'eard your arm got damaged." He muttered, his Texan accent lacing the words he spoke. That was Ethan; thick Texan accent, old English name.

"Just a scratch, well more of just a small dent, but you get my drift." She said, she undid her arm. Pulling off her forearm from the elbow joint and holding out to Ethan, he took it and examined it.
"It don't look too bad, could've been worse. You're lucky for those fast legs of yours; a Demoman blast can skin a possum clean of its fur." Skyler nodded as she lightly touched the metal of her arm; she quietly waited as Ethan fixed it. The blond got up and started walking around, looking at the older man's inventions. They were pretty cool; some were really old weapons while others were backups in case of someone dying.

"Hey, E.T.-"she saw him cringe at his new nickname but said nothing about it. "-When are we getting our new medic, I don't want more people dying." She turned and looked back at him, he shrugged and kept working. Sighing, Skyler walked back to her seat and stared at him until he finished.

"There ya go, it's as good as new. Be careful though, I don't have any HSLA steel so I had to use COR-TEN instead…keep away from water." With that said the siren went off, Skyler slightly jolted as she quickly tried to put her arm back on. Ethan sighed as he saw her and walked over to her, he took it and from her and held her arm up and he put it on. "You ain't gonna survive long if you don't relax and stop freaking out over everything, act like a man!" Skyler softly growled at him, but didn't say anything because she knew he was right.

"Whatever, I better go before I get my ass handed to me by of the solders or by Damion." She cringed slightly at their Demoman, he hadn't liked Skyler since the day they met. She flexed her hand and smiled, Skyler quickly headed out the door with a base ball bat ready to clobber someone. She felt the adrenaline starting to pump through her veins; it was welcoming feeling and made her feel free. For once in her life, no one was around to tell her that she was doing the wrong thing or that girls couldn't do this. She felt…happy, she was no one here. A BLU scout in a war surrounded by other men, and this was the greatest feeling ever!

So what do you think?
Shall I continue it, what pairings should I put in it? You tell me ^-^ also please have in mind, I have never, ever played this game ;P