TF2 I LOVE IT.
This game is so great man, and the fandom is freaking hilarious. Anyway, this is my first TF2 fanfiction.

Disclaimer: I dont own TF2 or any of the Mercs

There were a few things that the mercs just weren't ready to deal with. One of those things was aliens. The second thing was experimental cloning gone wild. The third thing… the thing that Scout had found a little more important than the other two things, was respawn not working. Look, they lived crazy lives.

Wait, understatement.

Their lives were disgustingly chaotic.

Yes that worked. They 'died' probably, what, 20 times a day? Give or take of course, Scout never really counted his fingers properly, best not rely on math he did in his head. So from that, he was pretty sure that respawn not working at all was a little more terrifying than aliens or clones. Not that he was terrified.

Pfft, what was he, a girl?

Na, Scout wasn't terrified when Engineer announced that the respawn was busted but they still had to get out there and kill BLU.

…Not at all…

So the fact that he was waiting at the base doors, his force-a-nature held tighter in his grip than usual, meant absolutely nothing. No matter how many times that crazy old man Sniper back there glanced at him. He wasn't scared of nothin'. Not aliens, clones, BLU, or broken respawns. He bit down on his lip, rather hard, before the buzz sounded and the doors swung upward. Giving himself no time to think on anything again, Scout rushed out of the base as his adrenaline started rushing through his blood. Within moments Scout was already headed toward the halfway spot on the map, this time keeping a rather keen eye out for anything even remotely blue.

…

The RED team's Sniper had left the safety of the base with the usual mass of his teammates, while Scout darted ahead of the rest of them, and Solder rocket jumped his way straight toward the middle of the map.

They both wondered why they died so much.

Today however, Sniper had hoped that his team would have taken abnormal precautions till respawn was working again. Apparently though that was not going to happen. The man had noticed Scout's death grip on his weapon before the doors opened, and he wondered if the kid was scared. Even a little.

Hell, he wouldn't blame him if he was.

Sure they'd all died a good few hundred times already, but they all went out there knowing that whatever happened they'd come back all find and dandy a few seconds later. Sniper wasn't used to the concept of dying, he was pretty sure none of them were really used to it, but that definitely didn't mean he wanted to die and stay dead this time. So up he went, into a kind of favorite sniping point that circled around a good portion of the map where a lot of the stalemates got held. As he reached one of the small windows, Sniper pulled up his scope and scanned around the map. He saw Soldier off somewhere in the distance screaming about something, and a dart of red passed in front of scope before disappearing behind a wall.

Maybe the kid was playing it safe this time?

Soldier on the other hand never changed. With a sigh, Sniper kept his scope close to areas around their obnoxiously loud teammate. He could see BLU off in the distance, but moving pretty fast. Their Demoman was missing, okay. But so was their Heavy and Medic; great. At least both team soldiers were being equally rowdy and loud. Sniper briefly wondered if BLU was having the same problems with the respawn as they were and whether or not that would affect their fighting today as well. He didn't have time to dwell on it however because he just barely managed to catch the soft glow of a BLU dot racing its way up his shirt. He just managed to leap to the side before a bullet embedded itself into the wood wall behind him, spraying slivers and wood fragments in every which way.

Grumbling to himself, Sniper carefully eased his way back to the window, watching for the BLU speck that meant probable death.

This was going to be a long, long, day.

Yeah! Sort a-f chapter. Wow, it didnt look that sort in word haha. Anyway, hope it was good enough to catch you attention!

R&R if ya want. No idea when I'll update.

-Pendragon