Original idea came up when I got fed up with school work. Re-worked the original to something tolerable.
Scout-y boy swears- just a warning. I don't own anything either. Not even my own copy of TF2.
Scout was less than pleased with his current situation, which most would say was stupid. His team had just won several days of intelligence stealing, and they had taken out four of the five the hardest members of BLU, two of whom met an untimely end with Scout's own shotgun. They were in the middle of a three-day cease fire until BLU got replacements, and RED was getting a shipment of upgraded weapons. Life at the RED base was the top of the line right now, and Scout loathed it.
It wasn't that he was unhappy with the success, it was the break the success brought that irked him. It wasn't just the lack of action- Soldier kept them all busy enough with drills and Sniper kept trying to get Scout to take aiming more seriously- it was the letter he received.
Scout sat and fumed over the paper from the envelope. He was holed up in the briefing room at a large table with the intelligence collected littering the other end. He huffed and flipped a page of his own notes over and roughly pushed the chair back.
"Man, fuuuucccckkkk this!" He shouted, "SPY! BLU SPY IN THE BRIEFING ROOM!" He knew the chances of that doing any good to amuse him during a cease fire were slim, but it beat staring at the words printed on the letter from home. Not satisfied with the lack of members rushing to him, he scowled and tried a newer tactic.
"Medic!? Yo DOC! HARD HAT-? I NEED A FREAKING DISPENCE- OW!" He turned and held a hand over the back of his head. "The hell was that for?"
"For causin' and uproar. Why the hell do you need a dispenser in the middle of a gosh darn cease fire?" The Engineer glared at the boy, sticking his thumbs through his belt loops.
"Well..." Scout turned and stood, "I don't really need a dispenser..."
"Well, you better need something. Spah is pissed with yer interruptions."
"I never called for him." Scout tried his best to look innocent.
"Yer loud enough BLU can probably hear you. You better spit out what you want before you start spittin' out teeth." Engineer's hand moved over to the loop where his wrench sat.
"Eh, well..." Scout swallowed hard, nervous now. "You know how this is a frickin' war right? Well, I didn't exactly 'graduate' before signin' up, and they're sending me freaking math problems! I'm fighting to keep Ma and my brothers and my whole town out 'a BLUs reach, and they give me math! And Grammar, and History!"
Engineer couldn't help but chuckle at Scout's predicament. The boy fumed and cursed, crumpling the paper in his hands and slamming it down on the table.
"Now, now, calm down Scout. Can't be too bad." Engineer stopped laughing, but couldn't wipe the smile off his face. "Your Ma has good intentions, they just want ya to be able to do something once the war's over. Lemme see 'em..."
Scout put his arms over top of the paper and scooted to the side, being stubborn and petulant. Engineer snapped at him to stop being such a brat and wrestled the crumpled papers from him.
"Now, I ain't gonna do it for ya. I'll help if you need it that badly." Hard Hat looked the page over. "Boy, this is simple! Quit whining and get to it. You don't need no help with this, I seen you solve harder problems."
"I'm not whining, I'm just sick of starin' at it! And its different, its not like I'm buyin' anything good- its just answering for the sake of answering! There's no point to it!"
"Its easier than tryin to figure out how fast you gotta run from BLU base to the bridge with the BLU Demo linin' stickies up and down."
"But its boring!" Engineer sighed, having already foreseen this as the base of the problem. "I mean, I don't have to out run anything, I'm not gonna get anything for doin' it, so what's the point?"
"You'll graduate if ya finish it." Scout grumbled something inaudible. "Look, I ain't gonna have any sympathy for ya, neither is the kind ol' Doc, or the Spy. We all graduated college, and everyone else at least graduated high school. Now, just finish it- preferably before we have another meetin' with the BLUs, alright? Hell, before dinner would be great, we still gotta debrief from the other day's winnings."
Scout grumbled a bit more before picking up the pencil that was abandoned under a pile of paper. Engineer didn't leave until Scout was unhappily scratching out the answers.
Once Engineer left, Scout planned to book it outside. He waited a minute or two after the door closed before getting up and sneaking to the exit.
"Boy, you better be over here to open the door for me if anythin'" Scout nearly jumped out of his skin as he pulled the door open; revealing Engineer with his arms filled with blueprints and models. "Can't trust you to sit still long enough- "Twitchy little gremlin" I believe was what Sniper called ya."
Its terrible, but I wanted to get something up. :/ Review and critique please ;D