Hello~ I'm WhiteNightRogue~ This'll be my first story and I expect it to be anywhere from 16-19 chapters long. Longer if I'm feelin it. This story is a bit..err on the cliche side I guess you could call it. Because I really couldn't think of any other start that hadn't already been taken...now that I think about it mine was probably used considering the amount of TF2 stories out there...one can only hope. ALRIGHT bunch of copyright disclaimers here I own nothing but Willow and the story line itself. Please note, I did try to find info on what the actual base of RED looked like and all it came up with was the 2Fort map sooo I just thought up a cool lookin base ouo I'll make an overview of all the rooms later. Anywhooo please enjoy the story and its all up to you guys if I continue. If I do it may be a long time before I post again as I'd like to get a few chapters done before posting a whole one so see this as a teaser of some sorts.

I am looking for a new Class name for the main character, Willow. She is silent and deadly like Spy, in love with fire like Pyro, very fast like Scout, and a sharp shooter like Sniper. I did base Willow off my characteristics though personality wise I'm not sure if she is to be all that but she might. Any Class names will be taken into consideration, currently I'm keeping it as Rogue until I get something better. (It was originally Phantom but |D figured that wasn't very 2Fort) NOW ONTO THE STORY!

Willow sat up against a tree, bored and hungry. She had just recently been kicked out of her rented apartment because they were shutting the complex down and she didn't have enough money to rent a new one.

She wandered for a few weeks, her long red hair tangled and her blue-grey eyes dull with hunger. Eventually she came across an abandoned barn styled area but it didn't seem...safe. Though all she wanted was some shelter, food, and water and this covered one of those needs. It was the middle of winter and a new layer of white crystals were falling from the sky, covering the ground in a new thick blanket of snow. She wore a tattered white shirt and jeans and no shoes, shivering she began to close in on the farm-styled area.

She entered through a opened, what looked like, garage and looked left and right. Her entire life she had been a criminal. Swiftly and quietly breaking into places and stealing money to pay for her rent or blackmailing people. Ever since she was seven. She was now 27 and her birthday was right around the corner but she didn't really care anymore. To her right was an old red car and to her left was a pile of three boxes. At first she didn't think she'd be able to fit under the cracked garage door in front of her but she crouched and, silently, entered.

The red head was spooked by the boxes behind her and turned around swiftly. She felt foolish after noticing it was just the boxes and turned back around, taking a few steps forward she failed to notice the cutoff and fell to the ground below. Once she recovered from her tumble she attempted to stand up but was forced back onto one knee when a ripple of sharp pain rushed her arm. Turning she noticed how her arm was in a very...odd position and stood, careful not to move her battered arm. She noticed a set of concrete stairs and slowly walked up them, groaning under her breath at the aching pain her arm emitted. After entering the sheltered area she sighed and began to climb a few flights of stairs.

Once at the top she saw a closed off metal door she knew would be impossible to open so she turned to her left and found a secluded corner where she laid in and slowly fell asleep...

Mission begins in 60 seconds. The voice of a woman woke her form her sleep and she sat up groaning. "Where the hell did that come from..." She muttered, holding up a hand to grip her throbbing head. Mission begins in 30 seconds. The voice spoke again and this time she knew it was from speakers. She waited a few seconds and it spoke again. Mission begins in 10 seconds. She was confused, what did it mean? Then it suddenly hit her. 5. This place. 4. It wasn't safe! 3. This place. 2. Is a battle ground. 1. A second after 1 a siren sounded and she heard gun shots and explosions though they were distant she had a dreadful feeling that they would come closer.

The bomb is nearing a checkpoint! The voice called, seemingly distressed. 'Bomb!?' She thought, panic washing over her. She'd never been in this kind of situation where a live bomb was involved! She tried to stand but her body didn't allow it and her numb legs forced her back wards against the wall. As her torso collided with the wall pain seared her arm causing her to cry out. She groaned and curled up into a tight ball.

The enemy has been awarded additional time. The voice groaned. She groaned as the voice reached her trained ears and became very frightened as the gunshots became louder. Shhhsh. A sound like a metal door opening reached her ears and she saw a very tall, thin man. He wore, what she liked to call, a brown hunter's hat, darkly tinted sunglasses, a red shirt with rolled up sleeves with a golden emblem on one shoulder, a sleeveless jacket, dark brown pants and shoes, and one gloved hand with a watch.

"Crikey!" He exclaimed, rushing over to the terrified girl in the corner. Her blue-grey eyes widened and she screamed, attempting to ignore the burning pain in her legs and arm to get away. She crawled forward and was about to take a turn to the right when the man grabbed her waist and pulled her back into the corner, holding her against him. "Medic!" He called out and held her tighter. The payload is reaching a checkpoint!

"Let me go!" She screamed, struggling but eventually her exhaustion took hold of her and her body forcefully relaxed.

"No way little sheila." He snickered, gripping her tighter. Suddenly a tall man with grey hair, glasses that looked too small for his face, a white lab coat that had scarlet spatters stained on it, red gloves that held a weird looking gun that was strapped to something that sat on his back like a backpack, a black belt, dusty russet pants, and black boots.

"Ja?" He asked in a thick German accent. She looked up at him in terror and began to struggle again. The man in the white coat stared scornfully at the man holding Willow down. "You know I cant unless she is part of RED." He pointed out before leaving as more men cried "Medic!" so she guessed he was Medic. The bomb is reaching a checkpoint!

"Ah...piss." He grumbled and threw her over his shoulder, carrying her towards the door. When he neared it opened automatically and he stepped into a room. The floor was damaged and there were barrels and boxes he turned left into a white tiled room. It had a bench, chalkboard, and what looked like a locker of medical supplies. One the left there was a weird looking room that she didn't know what was for but didn't ponder on it. He laid her on the bench and sighed. "How am I gonna bloody watch you and fight.." He muttered to himself. The bomb has almost reached the final terminal! The voice was in much distress and the man turned around sharply. "Bugger!" He cursed, looking over his shoulder at her and narrowing his eyes. "Don't move." He warned menacingly before he took off through the door again.

Suddenly another man popped into her vision but he didn't just walk in, he teleported. He wore a brown baseball hat, headphones with a mic only there was only half of the headphone there, a red t-shirt, a brown bag was strapped around him almost like a backpack, dogtags, bandages around his hands, brown belt and shorts, white leggings where his shorts didn't cover, and cleats.

"What the hell was that crap!?" He cursed, slamming his baseball bat to the floor. She flinched and squeaked at the noise and he sharply turned around, staring at her. He had bright blue eyes and short brown hair, though most of it hid under his hat. He took a few steps forward and crouched in front of her.

"Hey there good lookin, I'm Scout." He flirted, a childish grin placed across his face. She hid her face and heard him stand up straight. "What the hell is your problem?" He asked, though his words were harsh, his tone was light and almost playful. He sighed and ran out but there was a sudden explosion and he ran back inside, covering his head. "Nope." He barked. Suddenly the man who brought her here rushed in and held onto her. "Hey what the hell man? You know better than to take her back!" Scout jeered, looking up from where he was sitting.

"What? Are we just gonna leave 'er here!?" The man retorted. A red light appeared in the middle of the white tiled room and Scout sighed.

"Fine but don't be talkin about how I was talkin to her." Scout snapped and rushed into the portal. Screams of pain echoed into the room and the man picked her up.

"Didn't know you were talkin to 'er ya bludger." He muttered and carried her, slowly, into the red light. They were teleported out of the place and to a long one-story building. The roof was tinted red but the walls were cement with some kind of symbol on them. The symbol was a bomb with the words "RED Reliable Excavation Demolition" on them. He carried her through a dark red door and into a short cement hallway that lead up to a couple cement stairs and a double door that was spray painted with the same symbol on it "RED". He walked through those doors and the entire place opened up. They were in a large entrance room, the walls were cement but the floor was tiled red and almost looked like square rubies all set together. There were vents in the walls which spewed heat and made her relax after not feeling heat for so long. There was three hallways connected to the entrance room one to the right, one to the left, and one right in front of them. He took her to the right where they passed three red mechanical doors, one on the left and two on the right,with labels on them "Training/Practice", "Administrator", and "War Room". He took her to the end of the hall where another door lay, only this one was a steel door, with the label "Medic Chamber" on it. He carefully opened it and walked in, descending a couple steps into the room. The upper right hand corner had a see-through cabinet full of pill bottles, next to the cabinet was a metal desk where a red chair sat, pushed in. Next to the desk was a file cabinet and next to that was a white mini fridge. In the middle of the room there was a white examination chair with a light attached to it along with an odd looking gun that resembled the Medics. Next to it was a metal table holding all sorts of bloodied surgical tools. In the lower right hand corner there was a trashcan with the foul scent of decay emerging from the opening at the top. The lower left corner had a few boxes and a freezer which also smelled of death but not decay. There was also a monitor on one of the walls on the side a long with a huge pile of boxes on the back wall, it almost looked suspicious but she ignored it. Finally the upper left had a large shelf full of medical supplies and a red cushioned couch with a black trim sitting along the wall. The man set her down on the couch and walked out without a word leaving her alone with her thoughts.

I'm gonna state that the teleportation was purely off the top of my head. It seemed fitting so they could easily hop in maps or terrains to fight over. Dun kill me. I must away now!