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.
He didn't want to believe it. He didn't want to see it, either. But what his Team had said was one hundred percent true; his Mother was in a relationship with one of his worst enemies.
Scout, at first, thought that those pictures that his teammates had shown him were fakes. But there was no mistaking it. What were the things that he was feeling when he saw those pictures? Anger, remorse, revulsion.
And what was he feeling now? Fury, hatred, disgust. His enemy was sitting at the dinner table that he and his brothers and sister had eaten at growing up, eating his Mother's cooking and smiling at her as she told (embarrassing) stories about them growing up.
That RED Spy had his Mother wrapped around his finger. When Sherry had asked him why he wore a mask and gloves, he simply explained to her that "he was burned and didn't want to show his burns off". That lying sack of shit. Of course he would lie to his Mother and his siblings; he wanted them all on his side because he was busy getting it on with his Mother. But he was not going to be fooled; this Spy wanted him dead.
"Excuse me, ma chérie, but I must excuse myself. I know how you feel about smoking in the house." Spy said with a tender smile as he got up from his space at the table. Helene merely smiled as he made his way to the patio on the other side of the house. Scout couldn't stand it any more.
"I'll be right back, Ma. I hafta go to the can." Scout said quickly as he too got up from his spot at the table and quickly bolted up the stairs before his Mother could ask why he was using the bathroom upstairs instead of the one downstairs. To tell the truth, he didn't need to use the bathroom at all; there was a balcony above the patio downstairs…He was going to get the hit on the Spy; interrogate him and threaten him. Maybe kill him if he tried anything funny.
As quietly as he could, he opened the sliding door to the balcony, perching himself up onto the banister as he heard the faint click of a lighter, the smell of cigarette smoke filling his nostrils. Below him, the Spy sighed.
"You know, boy, you could be heard coming from a mile away. You are so noisy." Spy said, his voice lined with amusement as the Scout jumped down from the banister onto the concrete patio. Spy turned to face him, cigarette carefully pinched between his fingers as Scout felt the fury building up in him.
"Why don't you leave the sneaking up to the professionals, oui? Running like a coward is more your style." Spy said as he took a drag on his cigarette, exhaling out a smoke ring right into Scout's face.
"I'm just gonna cut it straight to ya, ya backstabbin' scumbag; why the frick are you seein' my Ma?" Scout said nastily as he clenched his fists. Spy chuckled lightly as he flicked some ashes off of his cigarette, a smile playing on his face.
"Silly boy, isn't that what adults do? They see other adults who are single and need a man or a woman in their lives?" Spy said lightly, clearly enjoying seeing the Scout so angry.
"My Ma doesn't need anotha man, 'specially a sneak like you!" Scout said hastily, his voice dripping with poison. Spy merely chuckled again as he dropped his cigarette onto the concrete, smashing it with his shoe.
"Oh, but a Mother such as yours absolutely needs a man like myself in her life. Poor, darling Helene, raising nine children all by herself; raising darling little Sherry by herself." He said in a chiding tone.
"You leave Sherry outta this!" Scout spat, his brotherly instinct kicking in. If only that damn Spy would stop smiling!
"You should hear the things that your Mother says about Sherry. "Oh, darling, I don't think I'm raising Sherry right! Dearest, would you agree with me in saying that a girl Sherry's age needs a fatherly figure in her life?" It's so amusing to listen to her, boy. And I very much do agree with her." Spy said as if he hadn't heard the Scout tell him to leave his sister out of their conversation.
Scout quickly grabbed onto the lapels of Spy's suit, shoving him against the wall of the house, his face right up into his. Spy didn't react; he just kept on smiling.
"I've got news for you, pally; I'm gonna let everybody know just who da Hell you really are. My Ma wouldn't go for a backstabbing snake like you!" Scout said in his most hateful voice, his nose touching the Spy's.
"Now now, there's no need to get rough with me. Besides, if you do happen to let on who I really am, then there will be consequences for you to pay." Spy said softly with a chuckle. At this, Scout stopped.
"What are ya plannin', Frenchie?" Scout said, trying to hide the worry from his voice. He, however, didn't let go of the Spy.
"Oh, I know that you don't think that I'm capable, but I have no qualms in killing young children…Imagine this; the night after your darling Mother breaks off any ties with me, she goes to wake up little Sherry and send her on her way to school the next morning, only to find her gutted like a Cornish Game Hen…" Spy said softly, his voice filled with hidden malice as he grinned at the Scout. Scout's blood ran icy cold as the picture did indeed fill his head.
"Ya wouldn't!" He hissed.
"Are you so sure, boy?" Spy retaliated back as they heard laughter from inside the house. Scout wanted to punch this douche bag right in the face.
"I know that you are deeply attached to Sherry, and it would absolutely devastate you if something were to happen to her. But it would devastate your Mother even more if she knew that her youngest son's enemy was the one responsible for the death of her daughter, and that her son should have done more to protect his family from his own personal enemies…" Spy whispered into his ear, the Scout feeling his warm breath tickle the inside of his ear. Scout was trapped; if he told his Mother about the Spy, then he would be bringing his family into harms way. And if he didn't tell them, they would remain safe, but at what cost to him?
"…Alright, alright! If I don't say nuthin', they stay safe?" Scout said in defeat. Spy smiled fondly at him as he pushed the Scout off of him.
"Say nothing, and no harm comes to them. Say anything, and you'll be reading your sisters obituary in the newspaper and helping your Mother plan her funeral." Spy said as he brushed off his suit. Scout stood there, seething in fury.
"Just so ya know, you're a dirty blackmailin' bastard!" Scout said hatefully as Spy turned around to go back inside. Spy stood there for a moment before he chuckled once again.
"That's part of my job, and it's also my favorite part." He said as he went inside to rejoin the Scout's family for dinner and dessert.