Meet the Canine
Another TF2 Fanfiction by Renn Cameron
It was just another day at the base for the RED Team. A cease-fire had been established for the week, so they and the BLU Team were taking it easy. While the other mercenaries were inside partaking in their own activities, Scout and Heavy were sitting on the edge of the bridge between the two different-colored buildings, dangling their feet over the water.
"Yo, Heavy," Scout said to his large companion, "You got the time?" Heavy shook his head.
"Nyet, I do not have watch," he responded.
"Why not," Scout asked, genuinely confused.
"Time is not constant," Heavy explained, "Sometimes, time slows down, like when battle is lost. You know?"
"Yeah, I think I understand," Scout replied, "Like how you're doing something awesome and it feels like it's only been a few minutes, then you check the time, and it's been like, hours?"
"Yes, exactly!"
"Alright. Still, you have any idea what time it is?" Heavy craned his neck and looked up in the sky, shielding his eyes from the sun.
"I would say it is about lunch time."
"Yeah, it does feel like it's around noon," Scout responded, "Tell you what, you stay here, and I'll go get some food for us." With that, Scout walked into the base, leaving Heavy by himself.
"Why would Scout not want me to go and retrieve food with him," Heavy thought out loud.
"Because you'd eat it all, Stay Puft," said Scout, peeking his head out from the doorway before leaving Heavy alone once again.
Suddenly, a strange noise came from one of the crates in front of the RED base. Heavy looked toward the crate, a curious look on his face. A few minutes later, Scout walked out of the base with two sandwiches and a can of soda in his hands.
"I'm back," he said as he sat down next to Heavy and handed him the sandwich, "Let's eat."
"Er, Scout, do American-manufactured crates often make odd sounds," Heavy asked.
"Uh, not usually, no. Why?" Heavy pointed to a certain crate in the pile.
"Well, that one does."
"Huh, that's weird," Scout said, walking up to the crate Heavy pointed to, "There's nothing in these crates, I don't think." Curious, Scout kicked the side of the crate, which proved to be a bad idea, as a large dog jumped out of the crate and snarled at Scout. Scout jumped back in fear and let out a girlish shriek.
"Gah, I was wrong! I was very, very wrong! I really hate being wrong! Did I mention I was wrong?!"
The dog ran toward Heavy with its mouth wide open, bearing its sharp teeth.
"Heavy, look out," Scout yelled. Heavy crouched and quickly covered his head as the dog ran toward him at lightning speed. But instead of attacking Heavy, the dog jumped over him and snatched the sandwich out of his hands. Heavy was grateful that he wasn't hurt, but also disappointed that the dog had stolen his lunch. Oh well, he thought, ashes to ashes.
Cautiously, Scout walked over to where the dog was quickly devouring Heavy's sandwich so he could get a better look. Lucky for him, the dog didn't attack, but turned around to look at him after it had finished eating.
"Nothing to worry about, here," said Scout, petting the dog's head, "Just a stray dog. Poor thing must be hungry." Heavy approached the dog, and noticed something around its neck.
"Is not stray," he said, "Is lost." Scout took a closer look and noticed a pink collar tucked underneath golden fur.
"Hey, you're right, it's got a collar. Well, that's a good sign. That means it's trained," he said taking hold of the bone-shaped nametag.
"What does it say?"
"Well, her name is Daisy, she's had her shots, and she's from…Oregon!?" Scout's eyes widened in surprise.
"Where is this Oregon," Heavy asked, as he barely knew any of the states, aside from the ones Soldier went on about.
"Oregon's a couple hundred miles north of here," Scout answered, "It must've taken her days to get here."
"So, what do we do? We cannot just leave her out here. She will starve. Or die of thirst. Or get eaten by wolves. Or get shot by Sniper. Or-"
"I'll tell you what we're gonna do," Scout interrupted, standing up, "We're gonna take her inside, feed her, and call the owners to let them know she's alright. Come on, girl." Scout and Heavy walked into their base with Daisy following behind them.