Author's Note:

This is the both the prequel and sequel to I Love This Doktor! I would read that first… since I did write it first, but if you wanna read it after (or, you know, not at all) this that's cool too. This will stretch from before and after ILTD and will contain scenes from that story, but they won't just be copy pasted. Well some parts of them might be, but this story is about SCOUT so it will be from his perspective, mhmm.

Also, because this is about Scout there will be tons of foul words. And I might be a bit… more sexually explicit. Scout thinks with his penis a lot, I think.

Anyway, I do have a head start with this story, I have a few chapters done at the time of posting this, they just have to be transferred from paper to the computer and whatnot. After all, I started writing this in the middle of I Love This Doktor! (around chapter… six is where I started writing this, but I had been thinking about it for awhile before that).

Quick warning: there will be bad language and some sexy scenes. I plan on keeping it..light enough for FF standards (at least, lighter than I've seen some things there). But if you're not cool with it might as well hit the back button! This is only for mature audiences.

-Chapter 1:

The common room was alive with festivity: Scout had captured the intelligence three times in a row that day. What wasn't to celebrate? Demoman was drinking, Soldier was telling war stories, Engie and Pyro were taking turns playing Engie's guitar, and so on. The BLUs had been slaughtered that day; it was a good day. Yet there Spy was, brooding in the corner with a pack of cigarettes. The man normally would at least have a glass of wine in victory on a day like this. Sure, the Spy had a way of staying in the background, but it just bothered Scout how he was acting today. Spy hadn't said one word of congratulations to him and that just wasn't cool.

After the festivities died down and everyone started heading off to prepare for battle the next day the best way they knew how (sleeping, of course), Spy stood and exited the common room, heading to his bedroom as well. That's when Scout decided to make his move, following Spy "silently." Then again, silence for Scout was not speaking, and Spy naturally heard the boy's footsteps, his sneakers squeaking against the linoleum flooring, and so on. No one could outsneak Spy, except for, perhaps, Batman. As soon as he reached the threshold to his bedroom Spy turned about warily, not surprised to see Scout right behind him.

However, Scout was quite surprised when Spy turned around without warning. He thought that he had been sneaking behind Spy pretty well—maybe he'd try his hand at being a no-good, dirty backstabber. Apparently, he had been wrong and it was all Scout could do to stop himself from running right into the now halted Spy.

"Jesus! Why you gotta stop like that, man?" Scout asked, taking a step back to regain his personal space after invading a seemingly apathetic Spy's personal bubble, "Almost ran into ya…"

Spy was curt, getting right to the point: "What do you want, boy?" His tone was pleasant. But if Scout could read body language of more subtle expressions other than the basics a five-year old would know, then he probably would have seen the slight annoyance in Spy's eyes.

And Scout, well, he forgot why it was he had been following Spy. So he stood there awkwardly, racking his brain and naturally fidgeting like a toddler that had to pee—Spy couldn't recall a time he had seen Scout sit still for more than a minute. But Scout quickly remembered. "What the fuck is wrong with you, man?" he stepped forward, Spy remaining resolutely in place even as Scout poked his chest, "I capped the intelligence three freaking times and instead o' celebrating like the rest o' us you were just sitting in the back like Pyro lit yer puppy on fire."

"Trust me, if Pyro ever got its grubby little 'ands on Éléonore, zen I would personally kill that souless monster myself and 'and its corpse over to ze bleu Medic to do whatever 'e wishes wiz it," Spy stated blankly, scaring Scout slightly in the process. It reminded Scout not to double-cross Spy ever. He rested his hand on the bedroom doorknob in an effort to hint that he wanted Scout gone. But he knew Scout was as good at reading body language as a small child was and so he added, "As sincere as your worries are," Scout frowned, able to pick up on the sarcasm, "I am quite all right." Bullshit, Scout thought. "Now if you'll excuse me, we 'ave an early start tomorrow—" Soldier apparently thought 'the early bird gets the worm' saying should be tested out the next day "—And I am going to get some rest." He wasn't about to tell Scout he should do the same, knowing the boy would be disagreeable and state something predictable such as "you ain't my ma, pallie." Really, these exchanges with Scout could be quite tiring and trying at times, and today of all days he did not want to deal with the unruly youth.

But Scout stepped closer, not happy at all with Spy's reply, saying, "Not so fast, you gotta make it up ta me."

Now that was surprising. Spy furrowed his eyebrows under his red mask, not sure why he owed Scout anything at all. But he was tired and if it would get Scout out of his hair quicker, then he might as well agree. "What is it zat you want, mon ami?" he asked tiredly, pinching his nose as he tried to be patient with Scout.

"I-, well… I-, uh… um…" Scout started and stopped, beginning to form words and then stopping right before they began to take shape. He ended up just opening and shutting his mouth repeatedly as Spy could almost hear the cogs grinding against each other in Scout's head. But it was a good question: what did Scout want that Spy could give him? He hadn't expected Spy to actually respond like that; instead he thought Spy would just reject his demands like usual. "I want…" Scout said, seriously after a moment, "A girl. Bring me a girl." He didn't want Spy to kidnap a girl or anything, he just wanted a girl to talk to and romance and whatever. He just wanted a girl; it was a sausage fest there. Sure, he wanted to have sex with her too, but not rape her or anything. He'd be a gentleman; he'd watched enough chick flicks with his mom he knew how to treat a girl. But he needed a girl first. It wasn't that unreasonable, right?

Spy burst out laughing at the request, pushing Scout away. He couldn't get a girl for Scout; there were none within a hundred miles of the forts! How was he supposed to get one? And then the logistics of having another mouth to feed? No, no, that wouldn't work at all. And what if the companies found out about that? Ha! Scout was out of his mind to make such a stupid request. "No. Zat is an impossible request, mon ami. Zere are no girls 'ere." And with that he shut the door in Scout's face without warning. He didn't deserve to ask for anything else that. Sometimes he thought Scouts parents were apes and by chance he happened to look remotely human.

-Author's Note:

The chapters may be a bit shorter than normal, especially since I'm handwriting them first. You should see all my spelling errors and whatnot, even though I constantly edit when writing because I'm so bad at spelling and writing (the physical act of writing, forming the shapes of letters, drawing it onto the paper). One time I was wondering exactly what I wrote, haha. So, yeah, when I write them out on paper my chapters are shorter (also my handwriting is huge). Though the later chapters are longer...

Anyway, as always, reviews appreciated.