This is a TF2 Fanfic. It has a female Sniper OC. It's going to get really deep (Inception levels of deep), and I hope you enjoy it.

I go between Teufort and 2Fort, although I'll try to stick to one the entire story.


"Au Revoir, Sniper…"

Sniper sat up, groaning as she rubbed her head. Her head still throbbed, and the slightest noise made it even worse. She cursed herself for having no control over herself last night.

She peered out of the boarded up window, flinching at the bright light that greeted her. That was why she liked this particular post, known to her teammates as "The Hangover Post". Her fellow REDs knew that whenever she drank, she would snipe from The Hangover Post the next morning because it was dark and quiet. She usually slept the first hour or two of the battle, then do a bit of shooting before she would descend from her secret post.

A BLU Heavy barreled across the bridge of Teufort, killing their Demoman before he had a chance to detonate his sticky bombs. With a sigh she picked up her Sydney Sleeper, poking the tip of the barrel out of the window and gazing through the scope.

Her hands trembled slightly as she blinked owlishly, unable to properly concentrate on her target. With a growl she fired, the Jarate-infused dart sticking the Heavy in the thigh and soaking him in the glorious yellow liquid. The Russian bear began to swing his minigun around, firing wildly in hopes of hitting the Sniper.

She chuckled, firing once more, bringing the Heavy to his death.

Their Pyro rushed across the bridge, pausing to give Sniper a thumbs-up in her nest. She smiled, giving thumbs up in return before retreating into the cool darkness of her nest, curling up on the pile of blankets in the corner. This hangover was sapping all of her energy.

Speaking of sapping…

The Sniper had not seen her enemy, the Spy. Everyone knew that the RED Sniper and the BLU Spy were like the Snake and the Mongoose; fighting to the death, eternal rivals. It was around this time during the battle that the BLU Spy would show up behind her, either wielding his gun or butterfly knife, and swiftly and silently dispatch the female markswoman. It was very rare for her to be caught off-guard, but the Spy seemed to enjoy exploiting her weaknesses and embarrassing her. Female be damned; he would kill her like the rest.

Thankfully, either he didn't know she was up in this particular nest, or he realized she had a hangover and decided it wouldn't be any fun to kill the sluggish Sniper.

She heard a commotion down below, and groaned, picking up her rifle once more. Scout was trying to make it across the bridge, the BLU Intelligence glowing on his back. She yawned, picking off the Soldier that was trying to block his way.

"Victory at last." She muttered with a grin as Scout made a run for it, rushing into their base.

"Or iz eet?"

She froze, her heart pounding in her chest as an animalistic snarl escaped her lips. She recognized that French accent. She dreaded it, even coming from her own teammate, but his voice…just his voice alone sent shivers down her spine and caused her hair to stand on end. She picked up her kukri, her hangover and team forgotten.

It was him.

"Shut up. Get avay from me." She growled. Her brown eyes narrowed to a glare as she slowly turned, her entire body tense as she cautiously watched the BLU Spy.

"You are jumpy, non? I 'ave…never seen you like this, mon cher." Spy chuckled. He pressed himself close to her, and she blanched, trying to pull away. "What iz ze matter? Are you…afraid?"

"N-Nein…! Get out of here, Spy…" she stammered, her buzzed nerves getting the better of her. Had she not been hung over, Spy would have been dead. The BLU smirked, pulling out his butterfly knife and pressing it close to her neck.

"You are afraid… of what will 'appen to you. You know…"

"Spy, get out. You know zhis is my nest. My off-limits nest." She growled, her grip on her kukri tightening. She could hear her teammates cheering down below as the Administrator announced their victory.

Her knife glowed red; she smirked. It was perfect.

"Before you kill me….you should know. Mozzer iz going to die." Spy chuckled. At that, Sniper's eyes widened and a blind rage ran through her.

"Do not talk about my mozher like zhat." She snarled, shoving the kukri into his chest. The BLU Spy's eyes widened a bit and he coughed, blood spurting from his mouth as he died.

"How do you say it…? 'Au Revoir', Spy…" she chuckled, wiping the blood from her knife. The Spy's body crumpled to the ground in an undignified pose, allowing the Sniper to kick the Spy in the butt in a rare display of unprofessionalism.

Deep down, however, a wave of regret and sadness filled her body. She grit her teeth, her hands clenched into fists as she kicked the Spy. The bastard had no right to…

With a growl she gave the Spy one last kick before descending from The Hangover Post.


RED partied hard, as they did every time they had a successful victory. There was alcohol, poker, and food as RED celebrated.

However, one member was not celebrating.

Sniper yanked open the door to her trusty van, slamming the door behind her. She couldn't hide the tears any longer, allowing them to run down her cheeks. She picked up a piece of paper that had been lying on the counter, sinking onto her small cot.

"Dear Rainy,

How is my favorite daughter doing? I hope everything is all right with your job. I know you do not tell me much of your work, but I hope you enjoy it. From what you told me, it seems fun. Are the boys being nice to you? If they are not, let me know. I will teach them a lesson!

I guess I am doing a bit better. The doctor says he still cannot find a donor heart. But today I was able to go outside in the garden! I had not been outside in so long, I forgot what the roses smelt like, or what vibrant colors the tulips had. I wish I could send you some flowers, a little piece of home for you.

I'm afraid I may not have much time left. The doctor says that if a heart is not found soon, I will no longer be of this world. I know you are doing everything you can to make sure I have the money for the operation, but…I'm afraid I won't make it. I want to see you again, Rainy…I want to hold you in my arms, like I did when you were a small child.

Please be safe, my love. I wish I could see you again.

Love, Mother."

Tears dripped down her face, staining the parchment and making the ink run. She wanted her mother to live; that was why she applied for this job. Her mother could be kept alive as long as she killed on this wretched battlefield.

However, she knew that she was the match that her mother needed.

Her heart could keep her mother alive.

Even though Sniper was a professional with standards, she could be, and was, incredibly selfish. She did not want to die for her mother; instead, she died on the battlefield again and again so her mother could receive the treatment she needed until the perfect heart arrived.

Her hands trembled as she sobbed softly to herself. She didn't want her teammates to see her like this; they did not need to know why the German woman decided to kill BLUs. Sniper crumpled up the letter, tossing it across her van before throwing herself into her pillow, crying.

"I don't vant to die…" she whimpered, her voice muffled yet unheard, "I don't…vant to die…but Mozher…she vill die… vhy…vhy must be zhis be so hard…"

After crying for a good half-hour, Sniper sat up, rubbing her eyes and wiping mucus from her nose.

"Gott….please… I need help..." she whimpered, gazing out of the window of her van.

Unbeknownst to her, a blue ghost was sitting outside her van, listening to her every word. With a smirk he slunk away, only decloaking once he reached his base.

"I shall be your angel, mon ami."


The next morning, Sniper wasn't at breakfast. It was strange; she usually always came in for at least a cup of coffee, or some of Demoman's omelets. However, she did not arrive until breakfast was over and Soldier and Engineer were washing up the dishes. Soldier looked back at the Sniper, who had bags under her red eyes.

"Mornin', Sniper." The Engineer, a soft-spoken woman by the name of Connie, said gruffly, playfully splashing Soldier with water. Sniper yawned, her hands shaking as she poured herself a cup of coffee into her favourite mug.

"…Mmm."

Soldier raised an eyebrow, washing the last glass and handing it to Engineer. "Is everything alright, private?"

"Ike, drop it." Sniper growled. The Soldier raised an eyebrow, watching as Sniper chugged down her coffee, slamming the mug down as she wiped her mouth. With a groan she stumbled out of the kitchen, leaning against the wall as she made her way back to her room.

"…Does something seem off with her to you, ?" Ike asked. Connie shrugged.

"Best to jus' leave her alone." She said, placing the glass into the dishwasher.

Sniper growled, picking up her Huntsman and Jarate from her room. She felt the urge to kill growing stronger; she wanted to get blood on her hands. It was the only thing that would keep her from breaking down.

She picked up her hat, which she rarely wore, and pulled it down over her eyes. Without another word she made her way to the spawn. Very slowly the rest of her team filtered in, all of them avoiding the German.

"Mission begins in 10 seconds!"

Sniper notched an arrow to her bow, a sadistic smirk forming on her face.

It was time for the Sniper to go from support to offense.

When the door to spawn slid open, Sniper rushed out, jumping from her regular sniping ledge to the bridge below. Pain shot through her ankles, but she didn't give it a second thought as she stormed the bridge with her team.

"Pyro! Light me up!" Sniper snapped, holding up the arrow. Pyro ran by, giving the arrow a blast of fire. With lit arrow in hand, she fired it, striking the enemy Soldier in the shoulder and setting him aflame.

With a chuckle she slid underneath the enemy Heavy, stabbed the Pyro in the leg, and dodged the Scout's bat as she rushed into the BLU base.

Sniper panted, adrenaline running through her body as she made her way to the Intelligence. That is what kept her alive most days; the rush she felt as she did the impossible, the joy she felt when she carried the Intelligence back to her base…it was unlike anything she had felt. She loved the feeling so much, especially the day after she had been drinking.

Finally she reached the Intelligence room. Her heart pounded as she pulled out her Huntsman once more, listening for any sentry that the enemy Engineer might have placed. Once she confirmed that no one else was in the room with her, she quietly made her way over to the Intelligence.

Her curiosity got the best of her, and she laid her hand on the blue briefcase (maybe it was just her, but it looked as if it was glowing). Her calloused hands ran over the locks and handles as she resisted the urge to look inside. That's not part of the job, she told herself, shaking her head before slinging the Intelligence over her back.

"We have taken the enemy Intelligence!"

Sniper chuckled, pulling out her kukri.

Now was when the real fun began.