Author's Note: I do not own any of the "Team Fortress 2" characters or locations. This is merely for entertainment purposes, and I am not looking to profit off of this piece of fiction. All characters/locations belong to Valve. Sherry belongs to me.
Scott hated to admit it, but from what he and Emile had seen, Dell had no intentions of using Sherry for her wealth or for various other things. But herein lays the problem: what was he using her for? If it wasn't her wealth, then what?
Maybe he did love her. But then again, Scott couldn't trust any men; not even Emile (although this was slowly waning) He could remember William…He had gotten his Mother pregnant with Sherry, and he hadn't even bothered to marry her when she told him. That douche-bag had simply told her that he couldn't deal with eight kids (Sherry hadn't been born yet) and was already in another relationship.
The woman that he had been seeing had been a total bitch; she had taken one look at Helene's large brood, and had decided that she was better than her because she had maintained her figure by not having kids, bluntly stating that she hated them.
And then when Sherry had been born, William wanted nothing to do with her; he pretended that she wasn't his, and had ignored her for the better part of her life. He was only interested in Sherry after she turned twelve, and even that was minimal.
Scott decided that he wasn't sure if Dell could be trusted or not.
"Mother, it's 1970; nobody does that anymore." Sherry stated patiently as she sipped at a cup of hot tea in the restaurant. Helene merely smiled as she gently buttered a slice of bread from the bread basket. It had been months since she had introduced Dell to her family, and Helene seemed to be adjusting well; she thought Dell was a charming man, and perfect for Sherry. She didn't even make any comments about the eight year age difference between the two.
"I know, Sweetie. I sometimes forget that you're twenty years old and I'm slowly becoming an old woman." Helene said gently as she took a bite of bread. Sherry couldn't help but smile at what her Mother's remark about her becoming an old woman.
"Mother, no matter what, you'll always be the Mommy who would make sure that I had grape jam and not jelly in my sandwiches for school. You're not old." Sherry said as cups of soup were placed down in front of them. The table was silent as both Mother and Daughter ate their soup, whetting their appetites long enough until the main course arrived.
"…So, how is Dell, honey? Have you two advanced any further in your relationship?" Helene asked innocently, almost too innocently. Sherry stared at her hard from across the table, a spoonful of creamy mushroom soup hovering in the air.
"…If you're implying sex, Mother, no we haven't had sex yet." Sherry said, irritation evident in her tone. Helene merely smiled as she dabbed at her mouth.
"I wasn't implying anything, Sweetie. Just remember, if he wants to do something, and you don't, you just…" Helene started, Sherry holding up both of her hands to silence her Mother.
"Mom, I get it! I don't need my own Mother giving me any tips for the bedroom!" Sherry said, her blue eyes ringed with annoyance.
Helene once again smiled as their meals came.
"And she asked me, well…She didn't exactly ask, but she subtly asked if we've had sex yet!" Sherry said over the phone once she had gone back to campus. She was going to graduate in two months, which would also be the one year anniversary to when Sherry and Dell had gone on their first date.
She didn't expect Dell to start chuckling over the phone. Thank goodness he couldn't see her face growing red.
"Darlin', is that all? Shoot, that's nothin' to be upset about! I wouldn't try anything unless you were ready." Dell reassured her over the phone, Sherry taking in his words. It was true; if she didn't feel like kissing him, then he wouldn't pressure her into one. If she wasn't in the mood to cuddle, then that was fine with him.
"I guess you're right. But it was still kind of awkward, you know?" She said softly over the phone.
"That's understandable, Sherry. I remember when my Mama gave me the talk when I was a teenager; my face was right red, it was." Dell said, understanding in his voice. Sherry smiled on her end, wishing that he was there with her right now.
"Hey, are you going to come to my graduation in January?" Sherry asked, the thought escaping her mouth. She had forgotten to ask him probably about a million times, and she wasn't going to forget it now.
"Of course! Shoot, I even had it cleared up with the Administrator!" Dell said cheerfully on his end, and Sherry could hear the telltale sounds of him rummaging through the refrigerator, looking for something to eat.
"That's cool! I can't wait to see you again! Too bad the Fortress won't let you guys come home for Christmas; I would have had you stay with me." Sherry said, her voice sounding slightly sad at the last part.
"Yeah, the Administrator got a bug up her panties this year; thinks that bein' away from family will make us fight harder." Dell said with sympathy. He truly did miss Sherry when he was away fighting in the Fortress; sometimes, he wondered if it was worth it. But when he saw how many zeros were on his paycheck, the thought would fly out of his head faster than his Sentry blasting an opposing RED member.
"I promise ya that I'll be there, rootin' and hollerin' for ya." Dell promised, his mouth sounding full of food; he must have found something to eat. Sherry laughed softly from the way he sounded over the phone.
"Alright, I've got to let you go; I've got to study and go to sleep. I'll call you next week, Honey." Sherry said, twirling the phone cord in her fingers.
"Alright, I'll speak to ya later, Sweetheart. Sleep good, and I love ya." Dell said, and before Sherry could say anything else, he had hung up the phone.
"…Did he just say that he…?" She said to herself, flopping onto the bed with a long sigh.
She didn't feel like studying anymore.