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
If Scott could look back at what had happened in the last month or so, he would have thought that he had most indefinitely gone crazy.
Shortly after Sherry had recovered from being shot by the RED Sniper, Spy had announced as well that he would be leaving Team Fortress as well. His excuse? He was getting on in his years and wanted to settle down with Helene.
Helene had taken it; hook, line, and sinker. But nonetheless, it was for the best; Spy made Helene happy, and if his Ma was happy, then so was he.
To add to the discord of his own muddled life, Scott had agreed to leave Team Fortress alongside Sherry and Spy. All three of them had to sign what seemed like hundreds of forms, promising that they would not whisper a word about the secret that was Team Fortress. After receiving their final paychecks, they had boarded the train back to the Boston bus station where Helene picked them up.
Sherry was still quite sore from being shot, but Medic had given her a clean bill of health before she departed, telling her to "stay out of trouble, Ja?" Despite having been shot and almost dying, Sherry was just like her old self; kind, courteous, and always willing to help when help was needed.
For the first time, Scott also got to meet his nephew, Albert. At first, Samuel had been standoffish about Scott holding him, but had relented at the gentle pressuring of Sherry.
Albert had promptly shit his diaper upon Scott holding him.
He had been most startled when one morning, while he and Sherry watched some television, a man had come downstairs from his Mother's bedroom. Sherry had actually screamed at the strange, brown haired, blue-eyed man, grabbing a pillow for a weapon. Then he had spoken in the same exact French accent as Spy.
He had taken off his balaclava. Scott hated to admit it, but he was quite handsome for a fifty-something year old Frenchman.
Eventually, Sherry was able to get into a rather nice art school, and sometime after Christmas, she had left to go live at the dorms, leaving Helene, Emile (he insisted that they all call him that), and Scott to live at the house.
Scott just couldn't believe it all. In ways, he missed being at the Fortress, but in ways, he didn't. He didn't miss the fighting; he just missed things happening all the time.
Little did he know that his troubles with Team Fortress were far from over…
*Two years later…*
Helene squealed excitedly when she had gotten off of the phone with Sherry. Scott could tell that she was happy; from what he had gathered from the conversation, Sherry had met a man and wanted to bring him over for dinner. His Mother had gushed for several minutes and told her that they were both welcome to come over the next evening.
"This is so exciting! My little Sherry, meeting a man! Oh, I do hope that he likes roast beef!" She said as she scurried about the kitchen, pulling the roast beef out of the freezer and putting it into the fridge so that it could thaw out overnight.
Scott couldn't really say much about it; he was twenty-four years old and still single, while his kid sister was only twenty and had managed to snatch a man up. He would have to ask her how she did it.
"Honestly, if he's a good-for-nothing, I'm going to cut off his little…" Emile started.
"Darling!" Helene scolded harshly as if he had just said a dirty curse word. Scott snickered; they had been married for two years, yet they acted like they had been married for twenty. There was still some tension between him and Emile, but at least they weren't at each other's throats; they were civil towards each other since they all lived under the same roof.
"Ma, if he was a good-for-nothin', then Sherry woulda kicked his ass by now." Scott said as he looked over at Emile, a small grin on his face.
"You watch your language, young man!" Helene scolded once more as she rifled through her recipe box.
Scott wondered who it was that Sherry was bringing over. He could see by the look on Emile's face that he wondered the same thing.
The next evening was fairly tense for all the members of the household. Sherry was coming by with her mysterious acquaintance, and everyone was eager to see who he was.
"Scott, stand still. You look like you are masturbating while standing up." Emile whispered to Scott as he fidgeted on the spot in front of the door as Helene looked outside. Scott held his tongue; he wouldn't do anything that would cause him to miss out on seeing his sisters acquaintance.
"She's here! Ooh, and I see him!" Helene squealed as two figures appeared in front of the frosted glass of the door. Scott and Emile both squinted, trying to make out the figures, but to no avail.
They only widened their eyes when the mysterious man stepped inside with Sherry. And they only widened because of who they were seeing.
"Mom, this is Dell!" Sherry said excitedly, her blue eyes shining happily as the mystery man shook Helene's hand.
"Good evenin', Ma'am." The BLU Engineer said, his smile bright and white.
Well, this is the end of "Ainsi commence la guerre", but there is another fic in the works! That's right; it's a third installment! I hope you all enjoyed it! (Honestly, I don't really like how this one turned out, but oh well!)