Hey! Finally got to finish this now that we have a break!
It seriously is hard to write dialogue for Scout cause of his...boston accent? I do know the accent but can't place the name :S And his egotistical personality is interesting to write. Well, I hope you don't rag me out too much on it XD Enjoy!
Another start on a new week and a package full of new equipment was on the kitchen table. Practically every month there were weapon testings to see whether it helped with War. But lately, they were packed with new uniforms and the occasional mail drop.
When Medic opened the abnormally large box with his bone saw, everyone looked over his shoulder and were relieved to see a change in scenery. Paper wrapped bundles were inside and every member pushed each other aside for ones with their name on it. By the time they had drifted to their own corners to see their prizes (And Medic called down to his office by Ms. Pauling), you only had 5 minutes to get familiar with yours before the drill went off.
The container was shredded, but you were still happy to see your bundle in one piece. Once it was safely in your hands you turn it over to read your name printed on the stamp but immediately frown when it read: Scout.
You knew he was not here; it was too quiet. But you look anyway, hoping that he would toss you your parcel and crack a snarky joke. Nope.
You set it down and look inside the box again and to your disgust it's not in there.
"'Ey, Fretin. Are you looking for somezhing?" Spy appears from behind you when you turn to the voice. He has his eyes lidded looking at your package, observing the contours and the quality of the packing paper.
"Give me that back." You don't sound threatening in the least and he responses with a handsome laugh.
"Oh, Petite. In TF you 'ave to do somezhing about it…" His dark orbs flicker to yours in a challenge. You pull out your sturdy swift knife and lung to the form that is already disappearing but you still swing around like a madman.
The others are suddenly interested in the fight and move closer. This distracts you long enough for the Spy to make a swift punch to your gut. Landing on your knees he puts a victorious stomp on your back and it pushes out more air. With his leg in view you roll away from him and kick him square in the chest.
He collapses on the ground and his hand looses grip of your package, tossing it across the room. Every other member looks at it before looking at you and dashing after it. You already have a bear trap ready, clicking in the 3 second safety guard before tossing it past the members; utterly shocked to see it landing slanted on the wrapped paper.
The sound of metal sliding against each other and Engie screams in pain were so astonishing that you stared off in disbelief. You had a plan that actually worked.
The other members went to the Engineer while you ran past them reaching for the parcel. You were so close but Spy was closer, appearing again to grab your collar and throw your whole body at a wall.
It was weird to watch plaster explode from around your body when you made strong contact with the wall. You didn't feel it though, which surprised you, you had to feel a spark of pain before it was numbed by your body's heat. It alarmed you especially when you saw Spy light a cigarette and saunter toward you. Scrambling up against the wall looks pathetic and utterly unmanly. Spy smiles at your desperation before grabbing your neck and hoisting you up to meet eye contact. You stare back not wanting to break it because…
"You 'ave just crossed a very deadly line." He purrs while positioning his infamous butterfly knife to your neck and sliding it along a vein. He corrects his angle by pressing the tip into the skin. "I will not leave 'ere unsatisfied."
His smiling face falters when your lips lift to make a smirk of their own. He looks down at your hands and sees the package open and you holding three black marbles.
"Let me go."
"What are zhose zhin-"
"Aye! Luh'et the cretin' go!" You both turn to Demoman across the room and see his eye in panic. "Fuckin'…Those are mah poison tahb'lets! They eject a toxic gas that blinds them blooks and paralyzes theh're limps temporarly!" As he says that he walks backwards toward a hallway. "Luh'et teh bastard gooo!"
You feel more relaxed with the new found leverage and it's obvious that Spy is fighting against something.
"I don't care, zhis son of a bitch is over-" A sudden flash of a silver object cracking against the Spy's head had made your heart reel suddenly. With his body on the floor you are free, sliding down the wall behind you fisting the tablets. You curse yourself for obvious human instincts when you look up and see Scout towering over the other man with his bat in hand. Medic walks over to you and helps you up.
"Ahh, I can't leave you for a second, Klein. You alvays find a vay to get yourself into the vorst of troubles." He grabs your chin and tilts to observe the bruises. Looking over his shoulder you see Miss Pauling enter the room, her small frame really made a difference compared to the fighters and assassins.
Her lips purse when she observes the situation. She sighs, walking up to you to also observe the damage.
"It's a good thing you've adapted to your surrounds." She says to you, smiling a lil' at her sarcasm. She turns away to face the other members.
"Listen up. The Administrator wanted me to make something perfectly clear." Miss Pauling puts a hand on your shoulder and adjusts her glasses. "If any of you come in to contact with our Decoy, your wages will be deducted by ¾'s…" A sudden roar of obscenities and questions erupted, some members even stepped closer to point fingers at her and you. Medic thrusts his saw between the mob and you two.
"Bitte, Listen. I can take avay your health as easy as I can give it. So, ruhig sein" His german glare won and everyone stepped back. Pauling continues.
"Because of recent occurrences and disturbances in the company's projects, there will only be contact with our Decoy on the battle field." She eyes Scout across the room unwrapping his package. You look also. You can tell he's pretending to be somewhere else, ignoring everything she said. "Any familiarities will result in a trip to the Administrator. Am I clear?" They glare but reluctantly nod.
"Good, I will see you on the battle field in 20 minutes." She scribbles down some notes on the clipboard she had and leaves. Medic moves toward Engineer and readies his Medigun. You stand around, waiting for everyone to have left before jogging up to the Scout hunched over the table.
"Hey, are you okay?" You try to get a glimpse of his face, you touch his shoulder and he scoots away. And there it is: reality. He wanted nothing to do with you and frankly you don't blame him. Taking a step back, you turn to leave, but Scout grabbed your arm and pulled you back to the table.
At this point you're confused and flustered. He turns his head enough for you to see his face. You gulp down something hard when you see his face redden from the bruises and possibly something else. He smiles lowly, bringing a note into view and sliding it carefully toward you. His fingers slip it in the cave of your palm leaving the note securely inside before pulling back and placing his hand on yours.
You were watching this the whole time and didn't want to make the wanting eye contact. You knew your face was hot, creeping up your cheeks to spread onto your ears. He squeezes lightly and you gulp down audibly, looking to the side and seeing him smiling so goofy.
"Ya' face is like a tomato." He winks at you and moves his hand away. "Read it, got it D?" You respond with a lame nod and he turns to the loading area. He makes a quick look to you and you see his beaten face. You touch your back, inwardly remembering your scars.
"Ja, the Administrator really gave the poor boy a beating." Medic sneaked up behind you and you clenched your fist around the note.
"She can do that…."
"Hmm, yes. Ve are her play toys, and ve must follow the rules as such." He gives you a light push to the loading area. "Go. Ve must not be late."
"Alright, alright…" He picks up his pace and walks past you. Waiting for him to turn a corner, you maneuver the note to the inside of your glove (careful not to show the camera in the hall), to where it was on the back of your hand. Casually, you twist your wrist and make it look like you were checking your watch.
Important talk.
See ya tonight!
-Scoot
The East wing was quiet. You had a kitchen to yourself and scary halls to go down by yourself. Rummaging through the cupboards, you find a can of beans and spam. In the fridge was 2 sticks of butter, a bag of flour and sugar, and baking soad. On the counter there was a note talking about restocking tomorrow and the tap water plumbing.
Drawing a blank on what to eat, you tossed on a broken skillet and threw a scoop of butter in. You shift it back and forth, liking the sound it made when you spitted in it before adding a slice of the spam. You will admit it, it's not the best of meat, or a meat at all for all you knew, but you were starving and willing to tolerate it.
Next thrown on was the can of beans with a spoonful of sugar, after the spam was a nice golden.
"Well, wont you make a good house wife?" Instincts triggered and you threw the spatula you were using at the voice. "Hey! Watch it! Damn, totally not the way you treat a freak'n guest!" You turn and let out a shuddered sigh.
"You fucking scared me! I though you were some Spy-"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa, that's goin' below the belt! Calling me a Spook." He walks up behind you to see what you were making. "That…doesn't look too bad." He hands you back the utensil and walks to the sink to get some water.
"You didn't eat?"
"With those fags? Nah', they started questioning and crap. Had to get out of there…" You nod absently before you realized something.
"What the hell are you doing here! She's going deduct your pay and may consider firing you!" You turn the burner off and face him. He shrugs.
"Do ya not want me here!" He said it in a proud voice, making it sound like he was offended. A sigh and then you look in the cupboards for plates and silverware. Just forks and another spatula.
"It's not that! There are cameras and-"
"No there aren't. When I talked to the grandma she was telling her slaves that there needed to be security cameras setted up in the East Wing…Where're the plates?"
"There are none, here's a fork. I still don't think you should casually be out…" You sat down the skillet on the table and he already attacked the first scoop. You take a bite and watch him stuff his mouth with food.
"This is good!" He said with his mouth full and made a side glance at you. You chickened and turned to the food.
"It's… not bad, I wish there was more I could-"
"Don't give me that crap, it's fucking awesome!"
"Okay, it's good. I agree, total support." He gives you a look.
"Don't kiss ass! And no sarcasm!" He kicks your leg teasingly and you kick back laughing. He does it again until it becomes full out war of 'footies'.
"You ass! Your legs are longer, Cheater!" You feel giddy. You push from the table and try to catch your breath. You think your breathing has calmed but you didn't notice Scout get up and slide his hand between your arms sending you into another fit of giggles.
"The Decoy is ticklish?" You have to move to the ground when he goes for your other arm. "I'll make sure to use that to my advantage!"
"Oh please stop! Hahahha, I-I cant breeeath!" You push at him and he pulls you closer. But when he does pull back, you're still giggling while catching your breath. Stabling yourself on elbows you go to wipe away a tear but his thumb does it for you. You squeeze your eyes tight before opening them.
Scout was on top of you, just concentrating on your eye movements. You want to look down and away but just seeing how close your bodies were was making you woozy.
It was beyond quiet. To where you could hear each others heart beats and breathing pattern. The scenario was pretty familiar, when you blocked the kukri and coiled into Scout. You sigh more comfortably and close your eyes.
"D…" His gulp was very audible and you open your eyes and stare at his lips, still unsure with whether or not to make eye contact. "I…just want you to know…" He licked his lips and you pulled closer to hear. "…if you fart I wouldn't think less of you…because of the…beans..." A long silence.
You burst out laughing. His face frowns and ripens with embarrassment and it looks adorable on him. He moves to get up rejected but you pull him down on you. He mumbles out your name and you flip him over so you were on top.
"I was… " You rest your forehead on his and he bites his lip. "...thinking the same thing."
"That wasn't what I-"
"It's fine. Admin is going to make an announcement about 'lights out', you should probably leave." You pull up and give out your hand to him.
"Yeah, yeah." He stretches out before picking up his cap from the floor. He makes a look at you and scoffs flustered. "See ya tomorrow, D." After this he jolts out the door and down the hallway.
"How was the cow with your weekly check up?" Scout was lounging on your bed, kicking his heel on the metal rim while reading 'Scarlet Letter'.
He's been here every night, staying up late rambling with you until it was nearly 12. At one point you both collapsed on your bed from lack of sleep and you woke up to an empty bed.
Honestly, it's not ideal to be sneaking around with him and to be undetected but you might as well live it out while you're still alive.
"Stop calling her that, I don't think she'd be too happy to hear you actually say that and to top that off; you're breaking new ground rules." You mark the date on the form and slide it into a folder before stashing it into a file cabinet. Scout mumbles something.
"Whatever, she'd being to protective over you." You hear him flip a page.
"Like you aren't." Instantly you regretted saying that. Only in your mind, you'd think that and realistically, it was probably not true. It was silent for a split second before you slammed the cabinet closed and just sulked in your chair.
"I just do it because you obviously cant take care of yourself." He sniggers.
"What a minute, I'm the DECOY! I certainly can take care of myself! I mean, I have to take care of you guys in every battle!" Scout laughs out and puts down the book. He grabs your handkerchief and ties it on.
"Oh! Look at me! I'm Mama Hen Decoy! Don't run too fast Scout, you'll fall!" He burst out in laughter but you see his game. You put on his hat and start swing his bat little.
"I'm th' Amazing Scoot! I can boink out brains from a- IS THAT A RAINBOW!" You dramatically point at the window. Scout jumps back and makes a double take before turning at you.
"Hey! That's personal!"
"You started it!" Scout snatches away his bat and hat.
"Hey! I've been where you were too! So don't be pointing fingers at my class!"
"You were only a Decoy for a week!"
"Yeah, exactly! It was a sucky class so I started my own suckless class!"
"Well, I cant exactly do that! Out of all of you, I have the most scars and none of them belong to me!" You bite you're tongue and withdraw from him. That wasn't supposed to leave your lips and you shuffle away uncomfortable. Until now, you didn't realize how much you needed to vent and to your embarrassment, you notice it wasn't relevant to the argument.
He stares at you. With the room being so small you don't know where to recoil to.
But Scout moves closer anyway. When he's within arms length he grabs both of your hands pulls them around his head. But before you can question him or even begin thinking on what to do, he slips his grip around your waste and embraces you. You try to adjust the position to a better grip and end up with your head on his chest.
"I'm…sorry you have to live with...my scars…" The way he says it doesn't sound like him at all. When you were about to look up to see his face, he slips his hands under your shirt and traces the contours of every bump. You coil into his chest and shudder. He prods until he finds the one laced with thread and begins stroking it. It really didn't help that the scar tissue was ultra sensitive.
You say his name through pants when he rolled his thumb on the small of your back. He chuckles.
"Don't think I forgot that you're ticklish." As he says this he strokes up your back, just barely making contact, and does the same down. You try to pull away from him but he follows. Having your face in his chest the whole time, he stops for a second to put his hand on your cheek and pull your head back.
His face was flushed too and he smiles when he sees your face the same.
"Lights out, Slime!" The speakers shake when the Announcer clicks it off. Scout removes his hand, without breaking eye contact and grabs your shoulder.
"G'night, D." He says it low and meaningful. He pulls back his hand before he grabs his things.
"I'll, um, see you tomorrow." You say it hopeful and watching him make for the door. But as he grabs the knob he sighs hard and turns back around. He stomps up to you and when he's a foot away he cups your face and leans down to kiss your right cheek. Your body didn't seem to catch up on the situation until he pulls away and instantly your hands were sweating and you were blushing terribly. He looked the same.
"Good night." He says it again while pressing his lips near yours, softer than the first.
"Good night…"
There's either going to be 1 more chapter left or 2, depending on how long they become I might just fuse them. XD
I forgot to mention that, this takes place near the beginning of TF where they weren't yet a major industry-or-whatever -_-
Reviews please! ^^