Hello my peeps! Ok, i know that i have yet to finish a story (on this account at least) but this one is already done! I will be posting a new chapter every friday night. I have also already started on a sequel, which won't be posted until two weeks after the last chapter. (if i finish it in time, but i will keep u updated on the progress)

Just a few things you should know;

This is a Fem!Scout/Sniper. It all began when i asked my bf which TF2 class i was most like and he said Scout. And he is just the Sniper, not doubt about it.

There is some definite OOC as far as the Sniper goes, but i did my best to keep him in character too. I consider this Scout to be my own character, so she can act however she wants xD

This is rated T for some violence and a lot of swearing. No lemons! I'm thinking of putting one in the sequel.

I do not own Team Fortress 2

Any questions, just message me or review. I don't like flames, so if you don't like the story, then it's your fault because i warned you.

"Sucker! Walked right into that!" I said, sprinting away from a BLU Demoman corpse. "Hehe, piece of drunken shit! You got owned!" I refilled my scattergun and took some pills to ease the pain in my legs back at the base.

"Oi, Scout! Stop gettin' in my way, ya drongo!" I heard Sniper call out. I turned around and stuck my tongue out in his general direction, since I didn't know where he was. In response, I heard a bullet fly past my head, then a wet noise. I turned around slowly to see the dead eyes of the enemy Spy who was about to backstab me.

I smiled sheepishly at Sniper, who I saw in one of the higher rooms of the base. He just shook his head at me and looked through his scope.

I huffed and blew a lock of hair out of my face. Alright, Lexi, get your head in the game!

I sprinted away from RED base and through no-mans land. I got shot at a few times but luckily the Medic guy healed me a bit when I passed him and the big minigun guy. I sprinted through BLU base, dodging any and all attacks, and then disappearing in a flash.

That control point has to be around here somewhere...THERE!

I could see it. It was only a few meters in front of me. Jesus! It's only, like, the distance between third and home away! Slowing to ajog,I reached into my satchel strung across my back and took out a can of my favorite punch, Bonk! I opened it up with a sadistic grin and put it to my lips.

BEEP BEEP!

Shit!

When I opened my eyes, all I saw was a blinding white light. A really stupid white light that made me want to cut my head off because of the really painful migraine that was forming. I groaned and closed my eyes again, trying to cover them with my wrist.

"Good. You are avake." I heard the familiar German accent in my ear.

"Agh, Doc, what happened?" I asked groggily, "I feel like I just got hit by a truck. Then scraped off the road and pounded into a can for some cheap beer."

"Mmmmmm, close." My eyes opened wide, "You vere hit by un rocket."

"What?" I exclaimed, shooting into an upright position. Which hurt. A lot. I doubled over, clutching my stomach. I groaned and felt bile in my throat.

I felt Doc's hands gently push me back down on the bed, "I vouldn't get up just yet." He said, "You ah still healing. Und I vant to keep you in bed for at least, ehhh, a veek."

"C-c'mon, Doc! I'm a fast healer!" I said, nervously, "Do I really need to stay that long?"

"I insist!" he said firmly.

"Aw, c'mon! Everyone else has been hit by a rocket and they get to leave in, like, two days! Why do I have to stay?"

"Because! You're body is smaller! Heavy und Soldier have body structures and experience that make zer bodies more agile and prepared for ze war. You, on ze ozer hand, are smaller and your body is more fragile. Also, you are new. This is the first time you have been hit by un rocket."

I slumped, "Doc, I'm a Scout!" I whined, "I can't sit still for longer than a half hour! Besides, it's not like I wasn't prepared for this. I've been through some shit too!"

Medic, who was looking petting one of his many doves, looked at me, "Lexi, as a man of healing and science, I insist you stay here."

I pouted, "Whatever." Then I remembered what got me in this situation. "Oh, hey, Doc! What happened? Did we win?"

Doc's face brightened up, "Ja, actually! Tanks to your, ah, diversion, Demoman was able to destroy ze sentry und capture ze point."

My face fell a little. Doc seemed to notice because he gave me an odd look. I quickly put on the cheesiest smile and exclaimed, "Yeah! I warned them not to mess with us!"

His smile returned, however hesitant, "Vell, I have ozer patients zat need tending to. I shall check on you, eh, in avout an hour." On his way out, I heard him mutter, "I vonder vhere Archimedes vent… "

I nodded as he left, still feigning excitement. When the door to the ICU closed behind him, I let my face fall.

"Diversion?" I said, hopelessly, "I wasn't making a diversion…I-I was trying to win."

I curled into a little ball and thought for a moment. I played baseball practically my whole life. I watched it all the time, whether it was little leagues or the World Series. If baseball was on, I was watching it or listening to it on the radio. When I was old enough, I played. The boys all thought I would suck, what with my being a girl and all, but they got over it, when I rubbed their asses in the dirt! I was the best player in the little leagues. I played all through elementary school, middle school, and high school. And I was always the star. The coaches tried to get me to play that stupid softball instead, but one scrimmage game, and I was the designated hitter and catcher.

I never was just a diversion…I was the one who won. Whenever we were tied or anything, couch would send me out, knowing I wouldn't let him down. If the bases were loaded and we needed an out, I'd make it a double play, just to make it more interesting.

I closed my eyes, not knowing that someone else was in the ICU with me.