A/N: A Team Fortress 2 story? From ME? WHAT SORCERY IS THIS? This, my friends, is filler. A quick, junky little oneshot to tide you over 'til Invader S: Chapter 3 comes out. Read them once, read them twice, read them backwards if you like, but expect a bunch of these for a while. Enjoy!
Scout's Life-changing Day
"Alert. Our intelligence has been captured." The BLU Scout ran through the sewers, desperately trying to outrun the cluster of fire, rockets, grenades, bullets and more fire that was hurtling towards him. He quickly looked behind him and noticed two large figures trundling up from the back of the group. His eyes comically bulged out of his head and he jumped seven feet in the air upon noticing they were a Demoman and a Heavy. Running through the lake that separated the two bases of the appropriately-named 2fort, he checked his arsenal. He knew his bat would be useless-no way he would ever land a hit without dying. His scattergun would not affect them, due to the army of medics following them, and the Crit-a-cola? Pfft, forget it! He cursed himself for not picking the pistol, then moved on. He just kept running, hoping he could dodge the bullets with the sheer power of good luck, which, to be fair, usually worked. He would have wondered why the cumbersome red briefcase on his back wasn't slowing him down, or, for that matter, doing any good as a shield, but he didn't.
It was as he ran through his base that he wondered where his other teammates were. His health was dangerously low, so he could have used a medic. A Heavy would certainly put up a good fight. Even a fellow scout would have at least held them off, if only for a few seconds. And then… it happened. He was just running into the desert area of the base, thinking he was dead for sure, but then he remembered something: Everyone else on his team had switched to Engineer. He was at first angry that no one else had picked an offensive class, and that they had left the capping to him, but then it happened. Suddenly, an entire RED team was faced with fifteen level three sentries. Scout's jaw dropped as the once powerful RED team was now reduced to one sniveling, blood-spattered medic with three health, who somehow managed to escape the carnage and live to tell the tale. With the cheering of the Engineers leading him on, Scout rushed into the intel room and received the victory crit-buff, and was soon back to his normal, arrogant, bragging self. But secretly, he had realized that the best thing a Scout can have is not a Force-a-Nature, not an Atomizer, but a valuable team.
A/N: Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaand we're done here. Please Rate and, you know what, a review would be pretty neat too.