So yeeah! I don't usually write stories for TF2, so I'll introduce myself.

I'm Clove25, I usually write stories for Harvest Moon and other things but I decided to try something new.

Disclaimer: I do not own Team Fortress 2.


Chapter 1

I recognized the map, it was one of my favorites. And if I was right then I might be able to find someone. I ran the directions through my head like a checklist.

Take a left, up the stairs... past the window and...

I peeked over the side of a railing to see a tall man wearing a funny hat, glasses and carrying a very long gun, looking through a scope on the top. He seemed to not notice me, watching the battle scene outside the door frame with strong concentration.

"Hiya!" I called.

He swivled his gun around to point it at me.

I held my hands up in surrender. "Woah woah! Careful with that thing!"

He slowly lower his gun to take a look a me. "Spy. That's the most ridiculous disguise I've seen you use yet," he said in a strong Australian accent.

"W-Wait! I'm not Spy! My name is Claire! You've got me mixed up with someone else!" I told him.

"No I dont. I don't care who you are, but I'm gonna' have to kill ya," he said, looking through the scope of his gun again. His face started to change shape and color until it morphed into a masked face, the BLU spy.

The Spy froze, a small hole suddenly appearing in his head, and he slumped to the ground with a small thud.

I whipped my head around, my dark ginger hair flying with me, to see the same guy that Spy had looked like before he had decloaked himself. He slowly lowered his gun, muttering something that I couldn't hear. "Sheila!" he shouted. I jumped when he addressed me. "What are ya doin' 'ere?"

I fumbled nervously with my hands. "M-My friends and I... we just appeared in the middle of this... chaos and we scattered. I don't know where my friends are and I don't want to die. Are you going to kill me?" I asked shakily.


Demoman swayed drunkily into the ditch, humming a song and swinging an empty beer bottle as he went. War still raged around him, but he didn't seem to notice. Suddenly something pushed him and Demoman fell to the ground, right before an explosion sounded. Demo looked up to see the face of a kid, only a teenager, and a smoked part of the ground where he had been just moments earlier.

"Thaanks kid," Demo slurred.

"Anytime for my favorite Class," he replied, helping Demoman up. "Name's Cody, and you're Demoman!"

"Right ye ar' lad!" Demo replied before taking a swig from his bottle, only to come up empty. "Don't suppose you got anny beer on ya?"

"Sadly no, but I better get you out of here, and back to base. Don't want ya to stumble into Heavy's bullets or Pyro's fire," Cody said, taking the bottle from Demo."But I'm sure there's more beer for you back at the base! Let's go!"

Demo help but chuckle. "Alright lad, lead the way then."


"I've got to be dreaming! Y-Yeah! That's it!" a girl with frizzy blonde hair mumbled to herself as she unknowingly made her way through the RED team base. It was a place you could easily become lost in and that's exactly how the girl felt. She was passing by a wall when it suddenly opened and a tall man with a short dark brown hair cut, glasses, and a lab coat stepped out. He was holding what looking like a portable vaccuum cleaner in his hands.

The girl heard him mutter something in German and her ears perked up. "What did you say?" she asked.

The man finally took notice of her. "I was cursing the other team's sniper. Got a good headshot on me," he replied. "You speak german?"

The girl smiled. "I used to live there. My name is Riley, what's yours?" she asked.

"You can just call me Medic."

"Medic huh? No wonder you're dressed like a doctor!" Riley retorted, giggling.


A teen with ginger hair slunk around the BLU team base, his blue eyes twinkling mischeiviously. He turned a corner of the base and ran right into a BLU Scout.

"Oh crap," he muttered.

"What are you doin around here kid? I haven't seen you before!" the Scout said.

"Don't know. My friends and I just appeared here a couple of minutes ago," he replied.

"Well come with me then. Can't have a teenager running around defenseless," the Scout offered. His face started started to change shape until it morphed into the face of the RED Spy.

"I'm Sammy," the boy said, offering a hand to shake. The Spy didn't take it, ignoring Sammy's introduction.

"You can help me get zee briefcase, yes? Can you create a distraction?" Spy asked.

"A distraction?" Sammy repeated. He snickered. "This'll be fun."


A boy about medium height surveyed the scene layed out before him with watchful eyes., humming a song quietly as he did so. He was watching the battle from high above, yet for some reason he wasn't getting hit by any rockets or bullets.

Someone tapped him on the shoulder and he turned around to see a tall figure in a firesuit, wearing a black gas mask and carrying a flamethrower. He said something under his mask, a normal person wouldn't have been able to understand it but the boy seemed to be able to.

"Who am I? My name is Mikey! I assume your Pyro judging by the flamethrower that you're holding," Mikey said, gesturing to Pyro's flamethrower.

The masked face of Pyro nodded and proceeded to ask something under his mask.

"Do I... like fire? Well sir, that's a question that will take some time to answer," Mikey replied.


A guy taller than the rest was running away from the chaos of the battle, not looking where he was going he ran right into someone.

He held his head in pain. "Ow. That hurt. Sorry about that!" he said, looking up at the person that he had bumped into. He recognized the person to be Scout, a tall skinnyish boy from Boston. He got up and offered Scout a hand.

Scout waved away the hand. "Nah, I'm fine. Wait a minute... You look like a teenager. What are ya doin' round here?"

The guy scratched his head in confusion. "I don't know. Just showed up a couple minutes ago," he replied. "The name's Dirk."

"You were runnin' pretty fast back there," Scout said. "But not as fast as me."

"I'm sure you're faster," Dirk said.

Scout's eyebrow raised questioningly. "Wouldn't you like to test that?"

Dirk shook his head no. "I'm sure you are faster than me. You're a hyper active... adult who still acts like a kid," he replied.

"Hey!" Scout protested.


A boy about medium height with short shaggy brown hair was walking through the RED base, without a care when he found himself in a room with a briefcase in it. "Woah! What's this thing?"

The sound of a gun clicking suddenly sounded from behind him and he turned to see a very broad man carrying a bulk gun. Everything was big about him: his hands, his face, his body, EVERYTHING.

"YOU TOUCHED BRIEFCASE?" He asked in a loud bellowing voice.

"No! I was only looking," the boy responded.

The man didn't respond, but set his bulk gun down onto the table with loud thud. He looked at it for a minute before his eyes widened.

"SOMEONE TOUCHED MY WEAPON! WHO TOUCHED MY WEAPON?!" he yelled angrily. His eyes landed on the boy. "WAS IT YOU?"

"Wha-What are you talking about?"

"THIS SCRATCH. YOU DO IT TO MY GUN?"

"No man! What are you talking about? I don't even know what I'm doing here or where I am!"

Cody suddenly walked into the room, looking around for something. "Hey Tyler, do you know where I can find some beer? Demoman probably doesn't need anymore but he asked for it," he said.

Tyler shook his head no. "Nope, sorry Cody."

"Beer," the bulk man said. "Is in the fridge. Do not touch my sandvich."

"Sandvich? Don't you mean sandwhich?" Tyler asked after Cody left the room, in search of the fridge.

"Yes. I do mean Sandvich."

"Sandwhich."

"Sandvich."

"Sandwhich."

"Sandvich."

"Man, I'm not going to argue with you, but its called a 'Sandwhich'."


"And from then on out whenever a group of animals get together its called a zoo!" Soldier shouted at the lifeless heads of his enemies. One head fell off the fence that it was resting on and onto the ground, its helment rolled off to reveal it to be the head of the BLU Scout. "UNLESS ITS A FARM!"

"Uh... what are you doing?" someone asked.

Soldier turned to see a boy about medium height with brown shaggy hair and a beard. "I'm explaining to these soldiers how to sneak up on a Pyro!" he said.

The boy looked at him with a confused look. "You were just talking about animals in a zoo."

"No I wasn't boy!" Soldier argued back.

The boy rolled his eyes and offered a hand to shake. "I'm Alex."

Soldier saluted instead of shaking Alex's hand. "Soldier at your service!" he replied.

"Shouldn't you be out there fighting in that... mess?" Alex asked.

"I was just making sure that these soldiers know what they're doing but you're right!" he replied, grabbing his rocket launcher and running off but before he did, he paused and looked back. "Well boy, aren't you coming?"

"With you? But I don't have a weapon!"

Soldier gave Alex a shovel. "You do now. Godspeed!"


So that's it for now. I'll be updating this again soon, so.. yeah! I hope you enjoyed the first chapter!

~Clove25