A/N: I wanted to make a fanfiction were the Red Spy became the Blue's scout father in one way or another. I'm not certain whether their will be pairings being involved aside from Red Spy x Blue Scout's Mom.

Disclaimer: I do not own any characters from Team Fortress 2. They belong to their respectfull owner and maker.

'Oh god, Ohgodohgod!' Thought a certain boy. His eyes darted fast over the battlefield, trying to find a way to get the hell out of it. He was fast yes. But that didn't meant that he would get there out alive. Maybe alive but with many bruises and wounds. Not to mention that he rather did not get captured or killed by the other team. He was rather found of his life. Oh he knew that he would respawn when dying. But he had a record going on at the moment and he did not want to break /that/ certain record. He was so proud of it.

Right now he was in the enemies base. He had captured the intelligent without the enemy seeing him running towards the spot of the said 'suitcase'. Of course the announcer shouted out that their intelligent was stolen and now the enemy was going to the spot where he currently was. Well, he was actually dodging from bullets and running past them. They couldn't keep up with him. Perhaps the other red scout. But he still had the drink that would make him run a bit faster for a few seconds. And he was going to use it any seconds.

A small smirk formed on the blue's scout face as he ran and ran. The fear of being captured or getting killed was already stinking away, fading in his mind. He was almost there. Almost in his own team base and then almost to the point of reaching the finish line. Or so he called it. He saw the heavy of his team flashing past him, defending the boy with his body. Sometimes he was lucky to have team members that actually cared a little bit. Besides, they all wanted to win. And he knew that the Heavy wouldn't mind offering himself.

But the red scout had easily dodged the blue heavy and was running still after the blue scout. The boy gulped and stared at the bottle he was holding. Should he take it? He was almost there. But then again everything could go wrong in mere seconds. But this bottle was his last one. He sighed in silence and almost ran into a wall if he hadn't seen it just now. He heard a laugh. Probably from the red scout behind him. He glanced over his shoulder but noticed no one. How? He was confused. Mostly because he didn't heard any scream or bullets, mention that there had been a fight behind him. But there was nothing. Not even blood or a body. He stopped his run, which was probably a bad idea but the naïve scout didn't paid attention to the nagging feeling of running further. He glanced at the scene before shrugging it off. He turned around but bumped in a body.

He didn't looked up at first and just stared at the ground, then the red shoes and went upwards. Seeing a red colored suit and then a red mask with a sly smirk under it. Not to mention cigarette in the spy's mouth.

'Oh god, Oh freaking Jesus. My luck is so gone. I was almost there! We could've won! Damn it. You idiot that you are!' The blue scout thought as he stared with wide eyes at the red spy. Who , fortunately for him, didn't moved yet. But it was damn well uncomfortable and awkward when nothing happened.

The red spy smirk slowly went wider and puffs of smoke escaped his lips. ''Bonjour Mon Cheri'' It said. The butterfly dangling dangerously in his hands, swirling it around like that the knife was part of him. Part of his hand and body. Something that was never out of balance when the other was holding it. He slowly kneeled in front of the body and kept the smirk put. ''I think you've something that doesn't belong to you at all Cheri'' He puffed the smoke in the boy's face. Which earned him a few coughs and a glare.

''Like Hell!'' Scout spat at the spy and quickly scrambled to his feet's and backed away, grabbing his bat and kept the other at arm plus bat length. He heard the announcer saying that they had two minutes left before the battle for today was over. He wasn't even sure who was winning right now. But at the moment the only thing he could think about is surviving and bringing the Intelligent to the spot so that they could score some winning points. Perhaps it would earn him some respect from Soldier and not a slap and being called 'Maggot' instead.

Spy scoffed and rolled his eyes, dropping the cigarette and stepped closer, pushing the bat. ''Oui, you do. And I'll take it back from you. Either the hard or easy way'' Of course there wasn't any hard or easy way. Just plain and simple kill the other. The spy must think that the scout was a fool. He wasn't at all. Perhaps on some parts but on this not at all. He wasn't falling for the trick anymore like the first time. The first time he became the scout and this happened. He had damn well fallen for the awful trick and he had been ashamed. He should have known.

''One Minute left!'' The announcer shouted. Both Spy's and Scout's darted slightly around. Scout because he was trying to find a way out of this and get the intelligent to the safe point. And Spy because he was secure that no other Blue team mates would come around and help the little Scout.

But at the same time it had been a bad idea to do so. Because when he stared back at Scout, he barely missed the bat that had been aimed at his head. He glared and scoffed, grabbing his Butterfly knife in a firm grip before trying to stab the scout. But the boy had been fast and dodged it. But the knife did bruised his stomach and made a cut in his blue shirt. They both growled at the failing attempt of their attacks.

Scout jumped back, almost making a back flip. Spy ran forward, the knife secured tightly in his fist as he tried to aim at the others left shoulder. They didn't heard the announcer saying '10, 9 , 8'. The adrenaline rushing through their bodies and in their ears. They only could hear their heart beats, the panting and the battling sound. Scout barely missed the knife again and dropped his bat in progress. ' 5, 4, 3' Was heard now. Scout made a fist and charged at Spy and at the same time spy did the same. They fists stopped barely an inch from each other faces when the loud and clearly finish bang was heard. Then the voice of the announcer saying that it was a tie between both parts and that the battle was over.

Both spy and scout stared with hate in each other's eyes before lowering their fists and stepped away. The intelligent on the blue's scout back disappeared. He grabbed his bat, glanced at the spy without saying a word and left in a hurry, trying to find his team mates. Spy stared at the retreating back and smirked softly to himself.

'This could be fun' The red spy thought and couldn't wait for the next day and the new battle that would come around. But soon he knew that it was Friday today. And on Saturday and Sunday no battle was being called out. He cursed but an idea struck him.

The smirk went a bit wider, lighted a cigarette and walked away from the blue's base to his own red base.

It would certainly be an interesting weekend. A very interesting weekend with the idea that the Red Spy was thinking about.

-TBC.