A/n~ Sorry 'bout the wait, school's been crazy and tf2 has been eating my life away.

As always, pleas r,e,&r

~Raven

I do not own tf2 or any of the classes borrowed. All character personalities are mine, as well as Mech.

Mech had rummaged through the items strewn about the workshop, turning up a scarf. Living in Southern Texas close to the border for all her life, the woman had never seen snow, and once she was informed of the current conditions, she became greatly excited. She stuffed blueprints, pre-made machines, her shotgun and wrench into the toolbox and hauled it off to the train. With everything in hand she boarded, taking note that the car was furnished with chairs and tables and there was a door to the next one where she could see beds through the window.

She set down her things, sinking into one of the plush red chairs. Scout eagerly came on after her, his ball-bag stuffed with his weapons and a hat and scarf in his hands. He sat across from her and smiled. "Ready for this, newbie?" he asked, leaning back and putting his hands behind his head.

She narrowed her eyes at him, a simple look that screamed, 'If you value your life, never call me that again.'

His smile became nervous as he tried to find a comfortable position.

Sniper came in along with several others, some of which having their own conversations. Heavy was the last to board, and as he sat down next to the engineer the train turned to her and smiled as the train began to move. When she returned the smile, though, he frowned. "Tiny Mech will be cold!" he exclaimed, pulling out a maroon sweatshirt from his own duffel-bag. He handed it to her and she smiled. "Will keep you warm!" He said merrily and sat back in his chair.

She pulled on the sweater. It immediately warmed her and she could smell the soft scent of a spring breeze on it. It was obvious that he hadn't used it since it had been washed, and for that, Mech was grateful.

The train was soon filled with quiet chatter and the young woman sat back and observed as the train began to move. Again, she was reminded of college. There was only one other girl there that she knew of in the mechanical school, the librarian's assistant. They had roomed together for safety's sake and would often do what Mech was doing now, sit in one of the commons and watch what the guys would do.

Sniper looked his gun over, sighing as if remembering something. He stood, taking his gun with him and moving into the adjacent car.

The engineer looked around before quietly leaving her seat and following the slightly elder man. He was sitting on the bottom of one of the bunks, his rifle in his lap with a cleaning kit produced from the small leather pouch at his hip. He glared at her for a second and she contemplated going back out. She ignored that thought and sat down next to him instead, being sure to give him a few inches distance.

Before she could even ask, he answered her question.

"Somethin's in the barrel, nothin ah con't fix." He mumbled, tapping the barrel.

She shook her had and held out her hand for the gun. "Its not an outside problem. Lemme see it."

He glared at her again and grumbled, handing it over reluctantly along with the cleaning kit.

She reached inside her sweatshirt and into one of her overall pockets, pulling out a very small screwdriver. She opened the the magazine, checking to see if it was unloaded. Satisfied she began to work.

"I'm sorry by the way." She said, carefully unscrewing the scope.

He winced as she handed it to him. "Fer what?"

She pulled the bolt from the barrel, setting it on her lap. She looked up for a moment, looking into his grey-green eyes. She looked back down, looking over the outside of the gun. "Your camper, you were really mad and I didn't get a chance to tell you. Do you have a ramrod?"

He pulled a slender metal rod from his kukri and handed it to her. "'S owriot, train'll bring me a new 'un." he rubbed the back of his neck as he spoke.

Mech threaded one of the cleansing pads she found in the cleaning kit into the slot on the tip of the the rod and was pushing it through the barrel. She nodded at what he said when the cleansing pad reappeared she gave an astonished look. "Well there's your problem." she mumbled as she pulled the blood and dirt covered pad out and the rod back the way it came. She repeated this with a new pad each time until the pad came our relatively clean.

"I'm still using your room though, but you can keep the bed." She told him as she began reassembling the rifle. She screwed the scope back on and handed the gun to him, smiling. "You'll have to check the scope, but other that it should be fine."

"Where'd ya le'an ta do that?" he asked, still looking a bit surprised as he put the kit back in his pouch.

The engineer shrugged. "I grew up on a farm, we had to keep out chickens, cows and horses safe from coyote. My pop and brothers taught me how to hunt game and predators." She held her arms up as if she were aiming a rifle, right hand in front though. She squinted her right eye. "I could pick off a turkey at 60 yards with one shot." she said triumphantly as she relaxed.

Sniper looked unimpressed. "You were holdin' it wrong." he said bluntly.

Mech shook her head. "I'm ambidextrous, left is a little stronger for me." she explained, standing up and going to the door. She looked back. "Coming?"

He stood up and walked to the door. She paused before opening it. "Whats you name?" She asked, this had been bothering her.

He raised an eyebrow. "Snoi-"

"No, no, what does your mama call you?"

"Luke..." he said, still slightly puzzled.

She held out her hand and as he took it an shook she said, "Gloria, its nice to formally meet you."

He sneered at the name and she glared. "That's exactly why I'm Mech to my mainly guy colleagues." She hit him gently in the stomach and he coughed, hiding a smile.

They slipped back through the door and headed to their seats. Scout was spinning a yarn about knocking someones teeth out with his bat and only a few were listening.

As Gloria sat down she turned bright red when she felt bony legs as well as something else beneath her. She stood up and gave the chair a death glare. "What the fuck you want?" she screamed.

The train fell silent and all eyes fell upon the woman.

"Hon hon hon," the chair laughed, and slowly the red spy materialized, sans his mask. Curly blond hair rested flat on his head, and there was a darker ring of skin around his sterling silver eyes and mouth. A devious smile played on his face and his position on the chair was more relaxed than Mech found comfortable. "Problem mon cheri?"

She growled at him, grabbing his collar and pulled him up with little protest. (why ruin a good suit?) "Yeah, you fucking ghost. I don't do lap dances." She shoved him forward, sending her foot on a one-way trip to his groin.

He cringed and doubled over coughing. "You leettle bitch!" he yelled trying to stand up, clawing at her legs. She kicked him in the side preventing him from getting her and making him fall over again.

"Leave. Me. ALONE." she growled.

He scowled at her, pulling out a cigarette, lighting it and popping it into his mouth. He stood slowly and once he reached his full height(a whole 5' 11")he blew a cloud of blue smoke in her face and limped off as she coughed. Chatter around the room slowly began to pick up again.

Luke patted her on the back, making her stumble forward. "Yah gonna go far kid." He muttered, sitting in the chair next to hers.