Lesley sat up, wiping some stray tears from her eyes. She looked towards the door and sighed, not wanting any part of RED team anymore.
"Lesley?" A bostonian voice said from behind the door.
"What do you want?" Lesley asked, her voice cracking slightly.
"We just want to talk." The Scout replied.
"We?"
"Pyro's here too" the Scout said.
"Hurro!" The Pyro said rather cheerily.
Lesely couldn't help but smile, she stood up and opened the door, putting her hands on her hips.
"What do you wan-" Lesley started, but was interrupted by a little rubber suit tackling her onto her bed, it's arms wrapped around her.
"Pyro!" Lesley giggled, doing her best to hug the little fire starter back.
"Urr yu urrkur?" The Pyro asked, cuddling Lesley closer.
"I'm fine.. " Lesley trailed off.
"Sorry..About all the shit..." the Scout said, taking his baseball hat off his head. He rubbed the back of his head nervously and cleared his throat.
"Pyro, don't you have something to give her?" The Scout asked
"urh! I urmust furgurt!" The Pyro said, pulling away from Lesley for a moment. It produced a little card with a hand drawn picture of the team on it. Lesley smiled at the card and looked up at the Pyro and Scout.
"Ya'll made me a card?" She asked
"Actually.. It's from the whole team. He just did the drawing... It was actually her idea" the Scout explained. Lesley smiled at the Pyro and hugged it.
"Thank you" she smiled
"Urrpen irt!" the Pyro ushered, looking back down at the card. Lesley opened the card and gasped, many little slips of paper fell out of the card.
"Are these from ya'll?" She asked.
"Yep, we all made 3 of them." the Scout said,
Lesley picked up one and blushed. "Your a great Engineer, and I'm sorry" she read out loud.
The next of the paper slips had similar messages, but all of them didn't have names on them. Lesley could tell who wrote them though.
"Hold on.. Theres only...21. Who didn't make some?" She asked.
"Solly. He's being an ass." the Scout said. Lesley nodded and smiled, continuing to read the little slips of paper. She kept the reading in her head though. Her cheeks turned a bright shade of pink when she rad one with scribbled writing, she read the note over and over again. Before looking up at the Pyro.
"Did you write this one?" She asked.
The Pyro shrugged and moved closer to Lesley so it could read the slip.
"Irh, lurve yu" the Pyro read out loud, looking up at the blushing girl.
"Yursh, thurt wurs frum mur" the Pyro said quietly.
"Wait. What. What. What." the Scout asked, running around the bed so he could see the note.
Lesley smiled and hugged the Pyro, "What kind of love?" She asked
"Burst frurnd.." The Pyro lied.
"I love you too" Lesley smiled. The Scout stared in horror.
"Lesley! I love you!" he blurted.
"Scout. Get over here." Lesley ordered, extending an arm to him. The Scout scurried over to her, and hugged her. Lesley smiled and hugged the Scout and Pyro, a small tear falling down her cheek.
"Oi. What's going on here?" The Sniper asked, poking his head into the room. He lowered his aviator glasses to get a clearer look at the 3 friends hugging.
"Oh god. No If he's joining the hug I'm out." The Scout muttered, his head resting on Lesley's shoulder
"These two gave me the card." Lesley said.
"You're calm?"
"Yeah"
"Good, come talk to the rest of the team." the Sniper said, motioning for her to follow.
"Um Snipes?" Lesley asked
"What?"
"I can't move. I'm stuck" Lesley smiled at her 2 team mates.
"Let go of her." the Sniper ordered. The Scout pulled away but the Pyro stayed.
"Pyro.. I have to go." Lesley said and stood up. The Pyro fell off the bed and hugged one of Lesley's legs, holding on tightly.
"Alright. You're making this way harder then it has to be." Lesley sighed, lifting her leg up to move forward, pulling the Pyro along with her. The Scout- who saw the Pyro with more attention than him frowned and dived at Lesley's other leg, hugging it tightly. The Scout stuck his tongue out at the Pyro, who in returned stuck it's middle finger up at the little Bostonian. The Sniper merely raised an eyebrow and turned, walking to the Rec. room. When Lesley finally arrived with the Pyro and Scout on her legs, she put her head down in shame.
"Listen ya'll.. I'm real sorry about earlier. It was wrong for me to start yellin' at people before I knew the whole story.." Lesley said, the Pyro and Scout moving off her legs to join the others.
"Lesley.."
"No. I shouldn't of acted the way I had. I know it's too late to fix it now, but I want ya'll to know I'm real sorry." Lesley continued.
"Ah, shut up ye' bastard" The Demoman smiled, motioning for Lesley to walk over to where the rest of the team- except for the Soldier- were sitting. Lesley slowly made her way over to them, standing beside the Demoman.
"Ya'll ain't mad?"
"Nah mate, but you hadn't left your room for hours. We got worried." the Sniper said, rubbing the back of his neck sheepishly.
"Wow... Thank you guys." Lesley smiled
"Shh! Lard fat is giving the the Doc a pep talk for tomorrow." The Scout said, and listened to the 2 older mens conversation.
"Da, what do you do if he charges?" the Russian asked
"Use mein bonesaw." the Medic responded.
"If you don't have it."
"I.. I dodge his attack und kick his legs out from under him." the Doctor said
"Come, we must continue to train." the large behemoth of a man said and stood up, leading the way out of the room.
"You get him doc," Lesley smiled apolitically, giving him a pat on the back.
"Trust me. Ze Soldier vill not know vhats coming." the Medic said, walking out of the room.
"So Les, you gonna bet on who wins?" The Scout asked.
"What?! Hell no! That's just sick." Lesley said, crossing her arms.
"We kill the same 9 people for a living mate, that is probably the most sane idea that ever happened at this base." the Sniper said, reaching in his back pocket for his wallet.
"Oh man, this is gonna be great! My money's on Solly kicking the doc's ass" the Scout smiled, rubbing his hands together excitedly
"Idiot, the Medic will win." the Spy said, putting 10 dollars on the table in front of them. His eyes glancing up at Lesley for a brief second, before drifting back down to his hand on the table.
"Murrdick!" the Pyro said, producing 10 dollars.
"You guys bet on everything?" the lone woman asked.
"Pretty much, it get's borin' 'round her pretty quickly. We even take bets to see who will top the score boards at the end of the month." the Scout replied.
"Well. Who'd ya'll bet on for that?" Lesley asked.
"Me? I put my money on myself 'cause I'm awesome." the Scout smiled,
"You guys?" Lesley asked, looking up to the Sniper and Pyro
"Irh purt muh murney urn yuu" the Pyro said sheepishly, looking down at the floor.
"Thanks flames" Lesley smiled, and hugged the rubber suit that was sitting next to her. The Scout and Sniper both glared at the Pyro, jealousy in their eyes.
"I bet on the Medic, he gets free points from assisting the Heavy's kills and healin' us." the Aussie said
"Hm. That seems smart." Lesley said, nodding in approval. The Sniper flashed a toothy grin at the girl, causing her to blush.
The Spy frowned, crossing his arms at the lack of attention he was getting from Lesley. 'What? Is it like I don't exist anymore!?' the Frenchman thought.
"So, do ya'll think we should let Solly and the Doc fight?" Lesley asked
"Yeah."
"Sure."
"Oui"
"Nur.. I murn yush!" the Pyro said, looking at it's teammates for approval.
Lesley nodded, and stood up. She pushed in her chair and gave the Scout, Sniper, and Pyro a hug.
"Thank you boys for cheerin' me up. Scout, no hard feelings?" Lesley asked
"Aww, nah. I couldn't stay mad at you" the Scout smiled, in a almost seductive manner.
"Alright, well I'm tired so I'm headin' off. Goodnight ya'll" Lesley smiled and turned quickly, trying to hide her blush.
""Night Pyro" she said and started walking to the door.
"Gurdnurght Lursley"
"Night Scout."
"Night man,"
"Night Slim"
"Goodnight mate"
Lesley turned at the door, waving one final time to the 3 before walking out of view.
"Goodnight Lesley." the Spy huffed, crossing his arms.
"She barely noticed your existence" the Sniper said, a small smile creeping up his features.
"Oui. I've noticed bushman." the Spy snapped.
"What did ya' expect mate? The bet was your idea" the Sniper chuckled,
"Oui. I take full responsibility. But ignoring me is childish."
"Hmm. I think this deserves a big, steaming bowl. Of I. TOLD. YOU. SO." the Sniper said, standing up to do a short victory dance.
The Scout burst into laughter, falling out of his chair while the Pyro giggled in it's suit. The Spy glared at the Australian before cloaking, so he could walk to his room in peace.
"What's the matter mate?" The Sniper laughed, grinning at how angry he had just made the Spy.
'Maybe it won't be so bad if I killed them. I don't like them. The only reason I hadn't done it was because of Lesley. Who now is ignoring me. On Tuesday I'll kill them. Tamper with the respawn machine. Make it look like a glitch.' the Spy thought, walking to his room.
Lesley sighed, towel in hand. A robe being the only thing covering her body. 'It's late and I probably smell like shit. A quick shower while none of the men are there couldn't hurt.' she thought, thinking back to how ridiculously awkward showering with them was. She would always have to wrap a towel around herself so she could grab her clothes and change in her room. And It didn't help most of the men stared at her breasts while she was wet.
She was deep in thought when she bumped into an invisible force, just outside of the Spy's room.
"Shit" she gasped as she fell back, landing on her rear.
The Invisible man decloaked, looking down at Lesley. Lesley glared up at the man and scampered to her feet, pushing past him with a glare.
'That's it. All of them are dead.' the Spy thought, and slammed his room door shut. Lesley got to the showers and kicked open her locker, shredding her robe in the meantime. She wrapped her towel around herself and stepped into an empty stall, turning on the water.
After her shower she peaked out of the stall for good measure, checking if she was still alone. Once satisfied with her scan of the room, she darted out of the shower, quickly grabbing her clothes.
"Maggot, what the hell do you think your doing up this late?!" An angry voice yelled from the doorway.
Lesley squeaked in surprise, covering her body with a towel. The Soldier stared, his helmet covering his wide eyes as Lesley tripped, landing on her back with a loud thud. Lesley groaned in pain, her head dizzy from the impact.
"Maggot." The Soldier huffed, walking up to her side. He held back a gasp when he saw blood coming form the back of her head. On instinct he opened his mouth to call for the Medic, but he immediately remembered his hatred for the man. He bent down, scooping the naked girl into his arms. He covered her with a towel and walked to the medical bay, kicking the door with the toe of his shoe. Sure he was still pissed she had broken his jaw, but he couldn't let a teammate suffer- even if she wasn't technically on the team. A tall Russian answered the door, glaring down at the man before him.
"Lesley tripped in the showers. Get the doc." the Solider said in a rough voice, glaring at the Heavy.
"Doktor! Leetle girl is hurt!" the Heavy yelled,
Immediately the Medic rushed to the giant's side, looking at her.
"Set her down over zhere, I vill look" the Medic said, crossing his arms.
The Soldier nodded, walking into the medical bay to set Lesley down on one of the many beds.
The Medic walked over to her, examining her head. The Soldier stormed out of the room, grumbling something about kicking Nazi scum ass...
"Man, what the hell is lardfat yellin' about?" the Scout asked and popped his head into the room. Naked except for some batman boxers.
"Lesley fell" The Medic mumbled, grabbing his medigun from it's stand. He flipped a switch and immediately Lesley felt better, the pain in the back of her head disappeared while her skulk repaired itself. The Scout looked at Lesley, noticing how the towel wasn't doing a good job at covering her body.
He cleared his throat and looked away, trying not to blush- and calm down the situation in his boxers.
"She should be fine, Do not vorry" the Medic said, trying to hint that the Scout should leave.
"Alright man, just be careful with her. No creepy ass experiments." the Scout warned, and walked off.
"Hmm. I almost forgot. She is going to need surgery to get ze Uber meter on her heart.." the Doctor trailed off.
"Let leetle girl make decision." the Heavy responded, walking up behind his lover.
"Doc?" Lesley asked
"Ja?"
"What in tarnation is a Uber meter?"
"It's something for battle mein friend, vhen you are feeling better we vill discuss it." the Medic said.
Lesley sat up, pulling the towel around her body. She groaned in pain, the back of her head feeling fuzzy.
"Thanks doc, I guess I can go back to my room now. If it's alright with ya'll" she yawned.
"Ja. Your free to leave." the Medic said, adjusting his glasses as he put the Medigun away.
Lesley pulled the towel around her and wobbled out of the room.
"Time to train." the Heavy whispered in the Medic's ear.
"Again?" the Medic sighed, looking at the makeshift punching bag the Heavy had built in a matter of seconds. He pinched the bridge of his nose, his glasses lifting up slightly- making the man look a bit younger then he was. The glasses magnifying the sleepless blue eyes he wore proudly.
"Da. I do not want leetle pathetic man hurting you." the Heavy said, pulling the Medic closer.
"Mein gott. You zhink I'm really zhat old?" the Medic teased, leaning back into the Heavy's arms.
"I care is all." the Heavy smiled.
"Now go. Train" the Heavy smirked, pushing his lover gently towards the punching bag.
"You're horrible." the Medic sighed and put on the Heavy's large boxing gloves.
"Da. I know"
The Medic sighed, knowing it was going to be a long night of preparation for battle.
~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Dun dun dun! What's gonna happen during the fight? Who's gonna win? What about all the fluff? Sniper3 Scout 3 or Pyro3 Who will win? Find out next time-maybe!