Hello, TF2 fandom! I'm new at and at writing fanfictions, so this is my first shot! I hope everyone enjoys it

~Brazzle

TF2 (c) Valve

The snowflakes danced through the air lightly, caressed on the wind. Their natural path was to fall from the sky and to the ground, and they would've, had they not been interrupted by the person sprinting past.

"WOOHOO! I am ON FIRE!" The gleeful cry of the RED Scout echoed loudly across Coldfront over the gunfire. His jacket dangled from his waste as he sped closer and closer to the BLU base. It was a good day for the REDs. An entire morning of absolutely creaming the BLU team. Scout, naturally attributed most of this to himself. It seemed to him that he was doing all the work.

He pressed onward into the side hallway of BLU base, cracking his bat over the head of the unsuspecting Engineer who was busy setting up a sentry.

"Hardhat won't do nothin' for ya now, will it?" He said with a smirk as the BLU Engineer crumpled to the floor. Inside the base he heard the whirring of Heavy's Minigun and Medic's frantic yelling as they shot down more and more BLUs. Scout grinned even wider, then swung his bat over his shoulder and joined the two on the point.

"Time has been added," The Administrator's voice blared in from everywhere at once. Scout adjusted the hat on his head.

"See you two slowpokes at the final point!" He said with an arrogant note in his voice to Medic and Heavy. They simply shrugged him off-after all, Scout did tend to get a bit hyped up in battle. That and they didn't have time to respond before he was off again.

The last control point was just outside of BLU spawn-always the hardest to get, but that wouldn't stop Scout. Nothing could, he'd tell himself. He'd set aside his bat and now clutched the Scattergun close to his chest. With a deep breath he whirled around and bolted towards the control point. The BLUs, having been caught off guard, started shouting things and shooting at him. Scout grinned even wider than before-which was in fact so wide it looked ridiculous-and shot down the BLU Medic with the small gun.

"Did you just see that?" Scout called out to Heavy and Medic who were standing near the doorway and picking off BLUs that came out of respawn.

"Ja, Scout, quite impressive!" Medic shouted distractedly to Scout. He really hadn't seen whatever it was that Scout did, he was just humoring the boy. Scout beamed, then, seeing that the control point was free, scurried onto it. The holographic BLU sign flickered above it sporadically-a sign that would soon be RED. He was joined by Soldier moments later, who'd taken care of the BLUs who'd managed to get past Heavy and Medic's line of defense and were trying to recapture the previous point.

"This is just TOO easy," Scout exclaimed. "C'mon, surely you BLUs could put up SOME of a fight!"

"I believe we can," Came Soldier's reply. Scout whirled around quickly in a panic, clutching his baseball bat in two hands at the sound of the voice. It wasn't Soldier's. In a sudden series of events that left him no time to react, the BLU Spy had collapsed on the ground and was bleeding from a wound in his head. Scout glanced up with rather wide eyes to see Sniper waving at him from the other room. He collected himself, and then nodded towards the bushman, acting as if he had everything under control. He moved back onto the point and crouched down as the BLUs began firing at him, Heavy, and Medic.

"C'mon…c'mon…c'mon," He muttered to himself, flinching away from stray bullets flying at him. Finally, the voice of The Admin rang out loudly through the cement walls of the base.

"Victory!"

"No, no, the best part was when Engie was runnin' around an' carryin' his sentry, screamin' for help like a wee lass from that BLU Pyro chasin' after him," Laughter erupted around the kitchen as the mercs were recounting the battle from earlier. Engineer glanced at the ground and felt his face flush red.

"He ambushed me! What'd you expect me to do, not run away? By golly if he hadn't caught me while I was movin' that sentry I would've blown that mask right off his face!" He responded indignantly. Demo simply smiled with a small hiccup in response. Scout was over in the corner, telling his tale to Pyro and Heavy who were listening with rapt attention, and Medic who was rolling his eyes at Scout's exaggerating.

"So there I was, there I was right? On the point, with Solly, and suddenly I hear this sneering French accent behind me. So what do I do? I whip around and try ta bash his head in. An' I had everything COMPLETELY under control, yeah, but then Snipes decided to show me up and took'm out instead. I had everything under control, even had the point and everything!" Scout explained, his Bostonian accent growing thicker the more he inflated his ego.

"Sure you 'ad everything under control, Mate," Sniper, who'd been listening in on the conversation, scoffed from behind Scout whilst tipping his hat over his eyes. Scout shot a glare at him.

"At least I captured any points. All you do is hide around and shoot people in the head! Don't even look'm in the eye when ya do it either! An' I did have it completely under control. Totally knew that the Soldier was in fact a Spy," He subconsciously cast a sidelong glance at Spy, who was sitting in the corner of the room and trying to light a cigarette, being generally antisocial. Which is what he usually does.

"At least I 'ave the common sense to not charge at bullets flying towards my face!" Sniper shot back, standing up to his full height. Scout stood up straighter too, but was at least a foot shorter than the bushman.

"Hey, I have the courage to stand up to that! Unlike you, hidin' behind the doorway," Scout shouted, voice rising in pitch. The two stood for a moment, glaring at each other, daring the other to make the first move.

"Scout…" Medic started, moving to stand between the two mercs. "Ze veekend is here. Ve don't need to vorry about fighting anymore," He glanced at Sniper and Scout seriously for a moment, adjusting his glasses. The two grumbled quietly but went back to their seats. Medic was definitely not someone to be trifled with.

Heavy and Pyro had moved away from the growing conflict, tossing their dinner dishes in the nearby sink rather loudly which changed the topic.

"Shoot…" Engie started. "Someone's going to have to wash those,"

The entire room fell deadly silent as all nine of them exchanged glances. Medic was the first to break the silence.

"Mmm, I have a lot of papervork I should be doing right…now," He stood up quickly, leaving the table and scurrying down the next hall to his lab. The double doors swung shut loudly behind him. The remaining mercenaries all erupted into excuses at once.

"Mmmph mmph!"

"Sasha is smudged. She need polishing,"

"Wow, I have got to go an' straighten out my…baseball card collection. Yeah. Very pressin' matter,"

"Cleaning dishes is for ladies!"

It continued on like this until only Engie remained. Spy hadn't said a word, only used his fancy cloaking watch to slip out undetected. He sighed, collecting the remaining dishes off the wooden table.

"Well, fellas. Looks like it's just you an' me,"

"Would you remind me again, why we are staying here for the weekend?" The irritated Frenchman's voice echoed throughout the room. BLU Spy had one hand on his head and was pacing around in an annoyed manner. The BLU Scout watched him and had the same air of irritation.

"The plane we sent to get you crashed in the blizzard!" The Admin's voice was crackly and was almost indiscernible due to the bad connection. "You'll have to stay at Coldfront until we can get a plane down there, so you best hope you brought something warmer than that suit. As for the REDs, well, do what you may. Kill each other if you wish," The conversation ended as quickly as it began, leaving Spy no time to react to what she said. It had been a particularly irritating day for BLU team, and this didn't help.

"Are you FREAKIN' kiddin' me?!" Scout shouted at the now black monitor. "I had PLANS for the weekend! Big plans! Now I gotta spend it here and freeze my butt off?" He sighed then collapsed back in the chair. He and Spy had been the only ones there to get the message at the time. The others were off doing whatever. Demo was probably off somewhere drinking and going was to use the weekend as time to recover from the hangover. Sniper was most likely in his room rather than his van. He didn't like it, in fact he hated it, but they couldn't even haul his van out here anyways. And they all were expecting to board a plane the next day.

Spy hadn't stopped pacing. He was picking at the fabric of his gloves as he walked back and forth. They would have to get the message out to their teammates. Sighing, he stopped pacing and stood with his back to Scout

"Well. What The Administrator says goes. Let's go tell the team we aren't leaving for a while,"