I do not own Team Fortress 2. I am only a fan of the game. I do acknowledge that I need to work on the dialects. Any help with that would be greatly appreciated. I hope you enjoy!

The world was spinning. That was really all I knew at the moment. I remembered the building falling down around us and then nothing. If I was alive, why wasn't I in pain. If I was dead, well all my years of not believing in a God were probably about to come around and bite me square in the ass.

"Zet her down carefully Wes."

"I know what I'm doin' Doc." I was being carried, I felt the arms under me. Forcing my eyes open was a mistake as the light burned instantly. "Think the shelia is awake." Why the hell was there a man with an Australian accent. Gaining my senses the best that I could, I rolled out of the mans arms. My body was didn't want to respond but Ranger training was not a waste of time. My hand found my trusted knife and I held it out in front of me. I could barely see and the room was spinning faster than before. There was a chuckle coming from the man that had been carrying me.

"Where the hell am I?"

"She's got fight in her."

"Fraulin, I must ask that you calm down." German and Australian, yeah this definitely wasn't the battlefield I left.

"What is going on?"

"We just found ya in our base. Not use to seeing shelias around here."

"You are at Teufort."

"How the hell did I get here from Afghanistan?"

"What?"

"Where is the rest of my battalion?"

"We didn't find anyone else mate." My eyes were clearing but I was losing touch with the world as I could barely stand the spinning was so bad.

"I have to be dead…that is the only logical explanation." At that thought, I slipped back into the darkness.

Groaning, I reached up to rub my hand over my eyes. Just as the hand was halfway raised, I remembered the odd dream. I had to be laying in a hospital somewhere, doped up heavily on pain meds. Opening my eyes, I unfortunately found no hospital setting. Instead, I was in a room comparable to dorm room size. Frowning, I sat up only to be greeted with a rush of pain from my ribs. Grimacing, I grabbed them. They weren't broken oddly enough, just extremely tender. Forcing myself to my feet, I looked around for my things but they were missing. My knife wasn't on me either. Cursing rather violently under my breath, I slowly made my way to the door.

Before I could get to it though, it was opened up. I swallowed a yelp that nearly escaped my mouth. The man that stood in the doorway was tall, having probably three inches on my near six foot stature.

"Ah, you're awake." He noticed my hand against my ribs. "They were pretty bad. Medic did all he could to clean them up…" I let out a frustrated sigh, accepting the situation I was in.

"Alright. I am here, I am seemingly stuck here. I have no weapons on me, no idea how the hell I got here, where here is, or what I am doing here. Can we at least try to fix some of these for me?" He chuckled. I normally found Australian accents quite pleasant but I couldn't give it the time of day at the moment.

"Sure thing Shelia. Follow me." He made a move to turn around.

"How do I know that I won't be jumped?"

Nothin' bad has happened to ya yet has it?" I grumbled at the man made a valid point. He didn't wait for a reply and just move on. I really had no choice but to follow him. I didn't like sitting in the room, in a place that I didn't know. Too many variables, too many problems.

I had a slight issue keeping up with his pace as my ribs were refusing to expand making it almost impossible to breath at a normal rate. He brought me to what looked like a mess hall. Frowning a bit, I immediately felt the eyes fall on me. Eight other men were in the room, all dressed quite differently from one another. My brain registered hostile environment and I didn't move too far from the door. I would bolt if I had to, even if I knew that I wouldn't make it all that far.

"Good, she is up." I looked towards the guff voice, instinct kicking in as it was familiar. The man had a helmet covering half his face but there was no mistaking that this was a fellow solider.

"Up and wanting to know what the hell is going on." He frowned and stood up. I didn't back down though I felt my jaw tighten.

"A woman has no place…"

"Cut the bullshit boy. I have dealt with men like you more than I have cared to in my life and I have shut them up rather quickly." There were snickers all around as he stepped closer to me.

"I already like her!" I placed the accent from Boston. Where none of these people from the same place? My eyes didn't move from the person in front of me.

"Why I oughta…" I raised an eyebrow, a smirk forming on my face. Hurt or not, I knew I could take this guy.

"I dare you…" He went to throw the punch but I quickly countered it, jabbed him in the ribs, hooked my leg behind his, and had him on his back. There was silence all around. The pain spreading through my body had my eyes going cross for a moment and I knew that I was swaying on my feet. I pulled back, bracing myself against the wall.

"The fraulins ribs are not fully healed yet."

"No shit Sherlock…" Breathing was painful but I forced slow, deep breaths. The man who had come to get me went to take a step closer but I tensed up and pushed off the wall.

"Ain't coming after ya girl." I eyed him as he pulled the other man to his feet and pushed him back towards the seat he had once occupied.

"Who exactly are you girlie?" I looked over to see a kid, probably around my age if not a little young staring at me. He was the one with the Boston accent.

"One, don't call me girlie. Name is Ross, Captain 75th Ranger Regiment."

"Ross?" I followed my eyes.

"My parents wanted a son."

"You are a solider?"

"Marksman. Special Operations, retrieval." Slowly the room became more curious and less hostile. There was something about these men that reminded me of my own unit but I still was uneasy. The Aussie next to me spoke.

"Marksman?" I nodded.

"Been shooting since I was old enough to hold a gun, or a bow." He brought off his head and took off his shades, giving me a hard look.

"We will have to test that." A smirk came to his face though, despite that. He held out his hand for a shake, which I accepted. "If this lot has no manners, at least let me speak up…Names Wes. Team Sniper." I raised an eyebrow.

"Ah lass, looks like ya stumbled inta the middle of anotha war!" I looked over to the right to see a rather drunk looking Irishman, the dark skin in contrast against the blue that was he was wearing. A black eye patch covered his right eye.

"That over there is Rowan, the teams demoman. Handles the explosives and such." I nodded, showing that I understood and then gave the man a nod. He grinned and took a large swig out of whatever bottle was holding his poison of choice. The kid came up to me next.

"Mark, BLU scout." The kid was a ball of energy, reminding me of my brother a lot. He could never sit still. He was wearing a big grin and I couldn't help but return the smile. Next were the Medic, a German by the name of Jon, the Heavy, a Russian by the name of Dmitri, the Spy, a Frenchman by the name of Andre, and the solider who had gone toe to toe with me was Charlie. Apparently there were two other members missing, Andy who was the pyro and Ben who was the engineer.

"Well, that is all done and out of the way. Still doesn't explain why I am here and not with my battalion in the middle of a fight."

"Zhat is the last thing you remember my dear?" I looked towards the Medic, trying to ignore the use of the phrase.

"We were doing a raid on a building. The damn structure was already compromised that when they hit it with the rocket launcher just right, the entire thing started to come down on our heads. I was pulling Jackson towards one of the exits. He was knocked out by a chunk of concrete." I shook my head, letting the images play before our eyes. "I don't know if a single one of them made it out of there alive." Shaking my head to get rid of them, I looked up towards the men. They were all quiet.

"Well, I am here now though we still have no idea why. And there is a sinking feeling settling in my gut that I won't be leaving any time soon. So what happens here? You all have specific jobs, sounds like a regiment itself."

"Like Rowan said, we are fightin' a war. BLU's against REDs." Everyone in the room was wearing the same shade of blue and they all had some sort of insignia on them, matching their jobs. Reminded me a lot of the military actually.

"I can imagine that it is a little different here than where I came from?"

"Da. Jon has medi-gun."

"Medi-gun?"

"Zomething I invented myzelf. It is better zhan regular medicine."

"Fixes ya right up, good as new." Mark was bouncing around the room again.

"Don't go forgetting about the respawn."

"I take it you are Ben." The stocky man grinned and held out his hand.

"Pleasure to meet you Miss."

"Name is Ross, please no Miss." He nodded and shook my hand. I already took a liking to the Texan.

"Alright then Ross. Resprawn is a system set up for when we die on the battlefield."

"You mean to tell me that if you die on the field, you come back to life?"

"That is the basics of it." It was hard to believe, actually down right impossible to believe.

"That just can't be possible. You die that is it."

"I think the girl is in for shock when it comes to respawn." I ran a hand through my hair, shaking it quickly. I had to be with a bunch of absolutely insane individuals.

"I take it I can't get any of my weapons back?" Heads around me shook in a negative manner. "Can ya at least let me know what I had on me?"

"A nice knife, pistol, and some sniper gun…" I perked up a bit hearing that.

"My SVU was still on me? What kinda shape was it in?"

"Beat up but still usable." I let out a sigh of relief. That gun had seen me through more than my fair share of close calls. Wes smirked, noticing my look of relief.

"I'll take what I can get." Suddenly there was a loud ring that echoed throughout the building. The tension that ran through the group of man was palpable. I frowned, feeling uneasy simply from their reaction.

"We can't trust her alone!" I rolled my eyes and moved to sit down. I didn't know where I was, how many other people there where, or was I was. I really didn't feel like doing all that much until I knew more and could get my weapons.

"I am not going to do anything. I will remain right here."

"It is not like one of us can vatch over her Charlie."

"The lass will be fine on her own." The bell came again.

"Shit, we bettah get goin'." I was given a glare from just about each of the men before they rushed off.

"Well, I have certainly gotten into a mess now haven't I? What would Jackson and Skids think of this?" Shaking my head, I tried to relax in my seat more. I found myself curious as to where the team had run off to and why they had been so nervous and tense about it. My guess would be that it was whoever was in charge of them, that it wasn't going to be a pretty meeting.

It took them about thirty minutes to reappear. A few of them seemed shocked that I had indeed remained in the same spot that they had left me in. I raised an eyebrow at their questioning look. My arms were across my chest and my legs were propped out in front of me, crossed as well.

"I take it that was the boss?" Before they could say anything. "Listen, ten years of military experience does manage to teach you a thing or two."

"Yeah. It was the boss."

"Seems like you are going to be a new member of the team." I stood up, not sure if I was liking the idea.

"Do I have a choice in this?" There was a silence that confirmed the answer. "Of course, of course."

"It isn't a good choice." I rolled my eyes before turning towards Charlie, a deeper frown forming on my face. "Women should not be on the battlefield."

"Are we really going to go through this dog and pony show? You will lose this boy."

"Boy!?" I could hear snickers as we stepped closer.

"Don't you think I have bruised that poor ego enough for the day?"

"You don't know your damn place!" I immediately put back a hand to keep whoever was coming to break us apart away.

"Alright, fine asshole." I began to roll up my sleeves. " Let's do this."

"What…"

"The only way I can get him to shut his mouth is to prove that I can shut his mouth."

"But…" Charlie grinned at me, his helmet coming up just enough so I could see his eyes.

"Fine. Rec room, now." I silently followed the man as he left the room, leaving the others a little shocked.

"I think she is serious man…" That was all it took to get them moving after us.

He opened a door to what I assumed was the rec room. It was a cross between a training room and an entertainment room. I rolled my shoulders. I knew I was at a distinct disadvantage with my ribs being as injured as they were. The rest of the crew was right behind us, quiet and tense. Charlie took his helmet off and turned to face me. He was clearly a military man, his hair cut close to his head. He came right at me and I moved out of the way. My movement was going to be limited to my ribs, worse than I thought that it was going to be. I cursed mentally and hrew a punch to his ribs. It landed but he retaliated, his own right hook landing on my injured ribs. The breath flew from my lungs. I had long learned to block out pain though and with his head so close to my elbow, threw it hard. It hit him right above the eye, in the soft tissue of the eyebrow. There was a small pop followed by blood flowing down his face. He let out a grunt and threw me to the ground. I landed hard but found a grin coming to my face. He really didn't want to go here with me. Swooping my arm around his head, settling my forearm by his throat, I connected my hands. Shifting my hips to wrap around his body, I pulled down with my legs and began to pull up with my upper body. He started to sputter, his oxygen supply being completely cut off.

"Tap and I'll let go." He punched me hard in the ribs again, only one hand trying to get between my arm and his throat. I grunted, knowing that if they weren't broken before, they would be now. He wasn't going to give in though, not that I could blame him. He kept throwing punches until he stopped lifting his arm. His body went limp and I immediately released him, shoving his weight off my body. "Damn idiot." I moved to my knees and leaned over him. He was still breathing.

"Yo…is he okay?"

"He is just knocked out. I choked him until he passed out." Slowly I got to my feet, just managing to contain the major winces. "Someone might want to bring him back to the land of the conscious."

"That was impressive." I looked towards the Australian, a small smirk on my face. Shaking my head, I leaned back against the wall and turned to the side. Spitting a bit, I notice a tad bit of blood. Growling I rubbed the back of my hand across my mouth. "Something wrong?"

"Blood." That got a frown back on his face. "Probably punctured a lung."

"Well, let's get you down to the Infirmary." I didn't argue, knowing that this was a problem that I couldn't let go. I needed to get this treated.

Entering the Infirmary, I was greeted with what looked like no other infirmary that I had stepped foot in. There were instruments that I was not familiar with at all and it set my nerves on edge a bit. I wasn't too fond of doctors to begin with and there was no saying what this Jon was like. Pushing aside those feelings, I didn't falter in my trail behind Wes.

"Hey Jon…" The German looked up from his position over Charlie, eyes landing on us. "Recruit has some busted ribs, spitting some blood." He motioned for me to hop up onto one of the beds and wait for him. I did as I was told and then turned to see Wes studying me. I raised a quizzical eyebrow in silent question. He simply shook his head in return, not giving me an answer. I coughed and spit up some more blood just as Jon was walking over to me.

"So, vhat do ve have here?"

"Well, they are certainly broke now with the shots I received. Prolly punctured a lung." He nodded, looking thoughtful for a moment.

"Wes, do you think that the Medi-gun vill vork?" Wes shrugged, arms across his chest.

"She is the new recruit. I'd venture a guess and say that she is hooked in."

"Might as vell give it a try then."

"Uh…" Something akin to a firemans hose was pointed at me. I felt my eyes widen, my muscles beginning to tense as if to bolt. I tried to get off the table and out of the way but I was too slow. I was hit with the blue beam that came out of the end nozzle that was pointed at me.

I didn't feel any pain like I was expecting. No, instead breathing got easier. I stared at the gun in amazement, not entirely sure how it was working or believing that it was working. The Doc chuckled to himself.

"And that tends to be how all the new recruits react." I pressed a hand against my ribs, feeling no pain. I was a bit shocked in all honesty. My brain could not quite wrap around exactly what had happened. They had not been joking when they talked about the respawn. This was going to take some time to get used to.

"That's it? I am healed?" Jon nodded, a slight smirk on his face. He was clearly satisfied with himself and my reaction to the entire situation.

"You vill get used to it. Respawn vill be a shock to the system as vell. I recommend you go get some more rest. Both zo your body can adjust to vhat just happened and vhatever travel you did." That didn't sound like a bad idea. Pushing myself off the table, I took in a deep breath to double check that the ribs were healed.

"Thank you." Jon nodded. I looked towards Wes, hoping that he would be kind enough to lead me back to my room. I doubted that I would be able to get back there on my own. Wes motioned for me to follow him as he began to leave the room. My brain was on overload and sleep sounded like a perfect idea.