Author's Note:
This is the first time I've ever tried writing a TF2 story but I do hope you like it.
The characters within this story are BLU Medic, BLU Pyro, BLU Engineer, BLU Scout and RED Spy as well as several OC's.
If you have any questions, please ask. Any and all comments are welcome. :)
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"Vhere are ve?"
Red Spy opened his eyes, the sun's bright rays temporarily blinding him. He sat up and once his vision returned he wished it hadn't. There he sat along with four other people, the problem with that is they were all from the BLU team. "Ah Merde..." he groaned, placing his head within his hands, shaking it side to side. "Of all de luck..."
"Spah!" BLU Engineer hollered out, grabbing his Frontier Justice, pointing it at Spy as he cocked it, getting ready to fire.
"VAIT! Don't Fire Zat!" BLU Medic screamed, throwing his hands up to emphasize his words.
Engineer's eyebrows lifted in confusion as he looked over at Medic, gun still aimed at the sitting spy. "Why the hell not? It's Spah... He's gonna..."
"He's not going to do anyzhing..." Medic interrupted, "und if you haven't noticed... Ve're not at ze Badlands anymore, vhich means..."
"E ill I..." came a mumbling voice behind them.
"Zat is correct, Pyro... Vizout ze base..."
"No respawn..." Engineer concluded, earning a nod from Medic. "Dag nabbit... How did we get here? How do we get back? Where the sam hill are we?" he asked, finally lowering his gun.
Spy exhaled loudly, a breath he didn't realize he was even holding until the weapon had been lowered. Once he cleared his throat and composed himself to trust his own voice he pointed out to the others, " Gentleman... If I may... It appears ze Scout is unconscious."
All heads turned, their eyes focusing on BLU Scout.
"Uh e eh?" Pyro asked, tilting his head to the side.
Medic knelt down, placing two fingertips to Scout's neck, checking for a pulse. "Nein... He's alive." He stated, answering Pyro's question then stood up and lifted his medigun, pointing it at Scout before flipping the switch. Confusion riddled his brow when the medipack didn't fire up. Medic flipped the switch a few more times, growing aggravated before finally lowering the medigun down then slipping the pack from his back, carefully placing it on the ground.
After watching Medic for several minutes as he was looking over the medipack and trying to figure out what went wrong, Engineer walked over and sat next to Medic offering his help which Medic accepted in earnest. "Zhere doesn't seem to be anyzhing vrong vith it... I don't understand vhy it's not vorking..."
"Well, apparently there's somethin' wrong... It's just gonna take some time ta figure it out..." Engineer responded, taking off his hard hat and scratching his head in confusion. From what he was seeing, Medic was correct in his assessment. There didn't look to be anything broken or out of place and it had just been charged before they ended up here. A mystery worth looking into, in his eyes.
While the two men were trying to fix the medigun, Spy quietly moved over towards Scout until he was stopped by an ax dropping down in front of him. Looking up, Spy noticed the defensive stance Pyro had taken between him and Scout. "I'm not going to hurt ze boy... You have my word..." Spy actually heard Pyro growl in warning before stepping to the side but keeping a very close eye on the master of disguise.
"Scout... Scout..." Spy called out gently, patting the young man's cheek while doing so, but getting no response. "Eugene, wake up boy..." he tried again.
There was a hush that fell over the small group as all eyes turned towards Spy; Pyro tilted his head slightly in confusion.
"Vhat did you jus call him?" Medic questioned, looking just as lost as Pyro and now Engie as well.
Spy glanced up at the three pairs of eyes watching him before shaking his head and putting his attention back onto the young man. "Eugene open your eyes." He continued. This went on for another ten minutes before Scout started showing any movements on trying to listen.
A whimper was heard before Scout started moving his head from side to side, his body squirming as he came to. "Ow..." he groaned then started slowly sitting up, reaching his hand up to rub the back of his head. "Did someone catch the number of that damn train?" he groaned again then opened his eyes. The first face he saw was one of a masked man. Worse than that... a masked man from RED team. "What The Hell?!" he hollered out, scurrying backwards a few feet before bumping into something solid. He looked up, seeing yet another masked man, this one a bit scarier but on a good note; this was his scary looking teammate. "What are you waiting for? Set his ass on fire!"
Pyro cocked his head, looking down at the youngest team member then shook his head.
"What?! Why the hell not?" Scout asked, flabbergasted. "I mean geez... It's Spy... He's..."
"Ze vun who voke you up und if you vould shut up for a moment und look avound..." Medic interrupted already wishing the young man was still unconscious.
"We ain't in Kansas anymore, kid..." Engineer finished, shaking his head. "And the Yellow Brick Road has disappeared."
A mumbled, yet still loud sound of laughter filled the air. Heads turned towards Pyro who had his hands on his stomach, his body shaking with the laughter that could still be heard.
"Ummm... Okay... I guess the mumbling psycho finds that... umm... funny..." Scout pointed out, now moving several feet away from his teammate.
"Nein. He's not psycho... He's..." Medic looked over at Pyro who was still laughing then sighed audibly, "Vell... Mayve a little psycho."
"Seriously Doc?" Scout questioned, earning a simple shrug from Medic as his answer.
Several minutes passed before Pyro calmed down giving the other men time to look around and scan the area.
"Vell... Ve can not stay here. Ve need to move if ve plan to stay alive." Medic finally pointed out, gathering his things.
Heavy sighs and groans were heard as the others followed suit, each one wondering where or even which way to head to find any sort of life and or most importantly, food.