Well, here is the next chapter guys. I like dedicating chapters to people, it brings a smile to their faces. And so, this one is dedicated to my best friend Jake Yates who has stuck by me through thick and thin, and has had to survive many of my 'crazy' and 'omg Abbie what are you doing?' moments. Cheers mate!

Disc: I, of course, do not own Team Fortress 2 or any of its characters. The only thing I own here is the plot line and Roxie.

"Scout?"

Ethan jumped, bat at the ready to fend off any other angry team-mates. He had earlier escaped the wrath of the Engineer and Spy, who was it this time? Stood in the hallway to the Intelligence Room (in which the Scout was pacing back and forth in) was the Sniper, a plain expression on his face. He grip tightened around the handle and he spat out, "You here ta talk 'bout Roxie? Or ta drag me back down there? Cause none of em are gonna happen." The Australian chuckled and shook his head, fixing his hat which had titled slightly to the left, "Oi'm jus' here te talk." Ethan hand stayed clenched firmly to the bat for a few moments before dropping his weapon on the ground in what, to the Sniper, looked like utter shame. "I lost it man, I didn't mean it," Ethan mumbled whilst sitting down in the corner of the intelligence room, "I jus'... I-I lost control and I c-couldn't stop myself." Jack sighed at the boy's nervous stutter and sat next to him, "I know, Oi'm a bit angry at the Sheila m'self mate." Ethan's body shook as he struggled to keep his pride, "O-Oh?"

"Yeah, Roxie killed m' brother" he stated, "The wanker deserved it, but he was still family." Much to the Snipers relief, the boy now seemed less upset and more intrigued with the story the Sniper had to share, "Tell me?" Jack chuckled once more and nodded again, "I'll start with the biggest fact of them all," he paused for dramatic effect, "If it's the righ' Sheila, then she is the daughter of ..." the Australian leaned in close to the boy, whispering in his ear. Ethan's face paled at the words, his eyes widening in shock, "Your kiddin' me!" Jack shook his head, "Nope, now remember, don' say the man's name out loud, Alrigh' mate?" The runner nodded enthusiastically, "What other crap do ya know?" The Sharp-shooters lips curled in what seemed a sinister smirk, "Everything."

-

"Pulse ist gut, breathing ist gut, everything is toll, Fraulien," Friday said, ticking the boxes on his check board as he spoke. Roxie grinned and sat up, but after feeling nausea fly up through her she swallowed and sat back down, holding back a gag. "So, what happened?" She asked, her head swimming with confusion at the previous events. "Vell Listener, after I injected you with ze Respawn serum, you ran off to stop ze BLU who had our intelligence, unfortunately you ended up getting killed by ze Spy and due to ze fact ze serum hadn't settled, you came through Respawn screaming in vhat seemed horrifying agony!" he recalled, a chilling smile upon his face as he mentioned 'agony'. "Okay, but wasn't someone there with me?" she questioned, this time getting up slowly. Medics eyes flashed with anger, "Herr Scout was zhere." Then it all came flooding back to her, the BLU Scout, her on the ground and Ethan just kicking her and not helping at all. "That bloody wanker!" Roxie growled under her breath, reaching up to remove her blindfold. She didn't care about her eyes any more, she had to look that Scout in the eyes as she beat the crap out of him. As expected, the harsh light on her eyes stung immensely like they were burning in their sockets. The Listener hissed in pain but kept her eyes open. It had been, what, 1 year since her eyes saw the sun light that was so happily shining through the windows. Screw keeping her identity hidden, she wasn't going to live behind that black cloth any more.

Friday's very own eyes widened at the girls actions, he looked. Oh lord he LOOKED, she could see him properly. His grayish hair was slightly matted and more of his features became clear as her eyes adjusted. He was wearing a white top with sleeves down to his elbows, with a beige vest and grey-black trousers. His shoes were the ones you would find on a rich man. His lips curled into a smile at her, "Vell, it vas about time you let me zee your eyes." Roxie tilted her head at him, "Huh?"

"Your eyes, Fraulien, vhat vas zhe reason for hiding zhem?"

"Oh, uh..." Roxie hesitated, but went ahead anyway, "Showing m' eyes gives away me identity mate, if my dad wants me to not get hunted down by those bloody poachers, he said oi'd have to hoide them." The Medic nodded, even though he was still puzzled, "Zats it?" Roxie paused, "Not really..."

"Vell, vhat else?"

"Well, for starters I have sensitive eyes. I can see the sunlight but it burns my eyes, I'm kinda like one of those creepy bloodsuckers"

"Zhat is understandable, vhat else?"

The Listener closed her eyes, the stinging sensation from the light finally being too much. Quickly she wrapped the blindfold over her eyes again and focused, "It helps me listen. Oi can 'ear almost anything that happens within a certain distance, which was why Oi was paired with your for m' first battle Doc, so I could hear the people who need you." The Medic's eyes sparkled with interest, and his crazed grin appeared on his face once more, "And Zhat dead spy I saw?"

"The idiot tried talking te me, so I killed him with my knives"

"Fair enough." He chuckled and walked towards a cabinet, "One more question fraulien?" He glanced over to her, And noticing a small nod he continued, "Zhat blindfold is Zcrim material, am I right?"

"That's roight, you can't see me eyes, yet I can see you. Not as well as without the blindfold of course, but it protects m' eyes from the light" she explained. He nodded and opened the cabinet, a small 'aha' came from him as he picked out a small packet of pain pills, "Zhis should help wiz ze pain, now off you go." He handed her the pills and stood back, holding his hand out to her to help her up. She graciously accepted and he pulled her to her feet, "Thank you Friday, I owe you one." He simply nodded and made a 'shoo' gesture with his hands. The woman instantly took her leave, pain pills in tow and marched off to find that son-of-a-bitch Scout.

-

"Too slow, lard-ass!"

"I will break you in half, baby!"

"Oh, I'm sorry did that hurt? Good!"

"I will crush leetle baby!"

"H-hey now, lets not get too hasty, AUUUUGH! He's like a freaking furless bear who hates people!"

Scouts pained screams echoed through the RED base. The Heavy had, after ages of searching, finally found the boy and was in the middle of breaking him in half. Who else was to stumble in, other than the Demoman?

"Fight! Fi-ight!" he cheered, letting out a whoop when Ivan managed to punch the Scout in the face. Ivan seemed to be getting tired of trying to land hits on Ethan much to the Demo-man's dismay, and the youngest took this as a chance to swing his bat into the man's crotch. With a roar of pain and rage, the Heavy lost his concentration. Unfortunately for him, the Scout wasn't done with him yet. With two more whacks to the head and knee's, the giant fell to the runner's feet, tired and beaten. It wasn't long until the Scout ended up on the floor as well, his chest rising and falling quickly as his body shook. He had gotten through that fight using his speed and pure luck; if the Heavy hadn't dropped his guard for that split second then he'd probably be split in half. He sat against the wall as the adrenaline drained from his body, his closing eyes drifting over to the Demo, "I-I suppose you wanna f-fight too?" Tavish could see the boy's arms shaking, "Nae boyo, I jus' wanna chat." The Scout groaned, "What is it with this team and talking?"

The Demo stood in front of the boy, "Do ye like the lass?" Well, that was unexpected. Scout stared at him in disbelief, "What the? No! She's a bitch, she's a freak, she's-" The Demoman cut her off, "Attractive, the lass can defend herself, and by the looks o' it, ye two are made for each other." Ethan shocks his head, "No way! I'd rather date Miss Paulings." Tavish chuckled, "Lies! After all, teh lass 'Paulings is wit' de other scoot."

He stood up, his limbs shaking ever so slightly, "We get into arguments, we fight, we leave each other for dead, and you know, I think we may just hate each other!" A hearty laugh from the Scotsman, "Ye jus' wait boyo, yer like fiah n' rain, yer so against each othe', and yet when ye work together ye can' be stopped." Ethan didn't believe what he was hearing, "You don't know whose 'er dad, do ya, you Cyclops?" Now this, caught the Demoman's attention, and he motioned for him to carry on by taking a long gulp of his scrumpy, "I can' say it, so I'll err, spell it! S-a-x-t-o-n, H-a-l-e." The Scotsman did a spit-take, "What?"

Around the corner, a certain BLU member froze. So the petite is Monsieur Hale's daughter, hmm? A slight smirk appeared on his face before he disappeared. Now this is interesting.

There you go, her dad is the one and only Saxton Hale. Oh! And whats this I see? Is a tiny love interest peeping out between Roxie and Ethan? Who knows.

A new chapter will be up before 30th March, as I am going on holiday for three weeks.

As for now, Bye!

Aspiring Outcast