Disclaimer: You reader. Me writer. Me don't own HP or TF2
Summary: Three for one special. Housework. Extraterrestrial. Snuggles.
Rated: T for Yaoi and curses
Team Fortress
Scout/Harry Sniper/Harry Spy/Harry
The Scout: Dirty Rooms
Harry stared at the mountain of clothes.
Billy better known as Scout was not a clean or organized person. So while the nine men of RED went up against the BLU team, Harry was left to pick up after them. Billy who he was the closet to was also the messiest. It was a tough work to deal with as empty cans of Bonk!, muddy shoes, and baseball cards were swept under the bed and added to a huge mess. This wouldn't be so bad if he hadn't have cleaned eight other rooms earlier which left him sore and tired.
Sometimes he thought back on how he meet the rowdy group of Reds and why he stayed with them after so long. But something always caused him to stay, so with a light sigh and a chuckle he slowly made his way through the mess. It wasn't until he heard the muffled cuss and running feet before the door was swung open.
"Hello Billy how was the mission today, did BLU team give you trouble today?" Harry asked knowing it was a give or take on how Billy felt about the days' mission.
"It was awful! It's that that dam spook thinking he's so smooth, I'm telling you only a bastard kills someone from behind!" Billy shuffled in anger before throwing his bat down.
"Hey come on now, I'm sure tomorrow will be better now." Harry said gently.
"Geez it's just," Billy said awkwardly shifting. He seemed to gather himself and give Harry a weak grin as he continued. "I'm the Scout so I should be able to out run everyone, so why can't I just beat the blue spy. It seems as soon as I'm at home base, the dam frog is ahead of me."
"Oh Billy I'm sure everything will be ok". Harry comforted him. Tomorrow a new day so…
"Well it's not! Everyone blaming me for the loss, I might as well quit the team." Scout cut him off, looking at the ground.
The two stand in silence before Harry shuffles over to the quite runner and gives him a hug. Stiffing at the embrace at first Billy soon relaxes.
"Thanks Harry I know you're trying to help, but can I just think by myself?" Scout asked, wincing at how he sounded. Harry nodded letting go. Pausing a minute he kisses his cheek.
"Everything will be ok." Grabbing the bin of dirty clothes Harry opens the door and leaves.
Billy touching where Harry just kissed him, he blushed before frowning.
"Well at least I know someone still likes me"
IAMALINE
The Sniper: Alien
The Sniper of RED team, also known by Mundy by a select few, stared silently at the night sky as he leaned on his camper. Stars dotting the clear sky made him recall a simpler time of youth, when he would gaze at them and wonder at the beyond and whether there was life in space. Being a hired mercenary on the run was tough. Since the invasion of the Gray and his parents deaths six months after, left him feeling empty inside.
Sighing at memories of a happier time that are far from today, Sniper pulled his jacket tiger to fight off the cool breeze of the Australian night. Getting into the old camper he made his way back to the farm.
Seeing that he was still in the outback and there was no one in sight, Sniper pressed his foot on the accelerator to get home faster.
"What the devil." Quickly slamming the breaks and swerving out of the way, he was just in time to avoid being hit by an object that seemed to be falling the sky.
The object falling about a meter away from him was burning brightly. It looked to be a meteor from the tail flickering behind it. Sniper actually felt the vibrations of impact as it touched down followed by a flash of bright light that lit the area up before leaving the road dark as before.
Without a second thought the bushman pulled his van to the side of the road and got out with a rifle and flash light to scope the crash.
There's silence in the clearing. In what was once what was once a road is now a large crater. The few bushes dotting the road are burned and blown away. In the middle of the scorched road lies a small shape, partly hidden in shadows.
Hearing a soft shuffle and whimper, the bushman slowly makes his way down into the crater as he curls his fingers on his trigger in the chance of danger.
Sliding down into the slope of the pit, he searches the wreckage with his gun and light all the while wondering how big of a meteor to be to cause such massive damage. Instead of finding a large rock, he finds a male body curled up instead.
"Shit he must been ben caught in the crash!" Sniper drops to his knees as his hands hovers over the prone form as it curls more on itself at the sound of his voice.
"Hey it ok I just want to help you." Sniper shush soft the cries that turn into hiccups, as he gently turns the prone figure on its back.
Whatever it was male, and even though it was covered in dirt, it couldn't hide the fact it was unearthly in origins, but beautiful still. The boy, for what he couldn't call a man for his youthful appearance has raven black hair that is chin length, he soon supports the male's head in his arms as he looks over him. An heart shaped face with cupid red lips parts to show canine teeth sharper than normal. What visible skin not covered in dirt is pale and dressed in tight black clothes torn in places. The only features that show of his otherworldliness is the jagged purple marks under his closed eyes, the curling tail wrapping around Sniper's upper arm, and the glowing lightning bolt mark in the middle of his forehead.
Hearing another sound of pain brought his attention from what seems to be an actually alien in his arms, to its face. Furrowed lids open to reveal emerald orbs with flakes of silver in them glazed over in pain, before they close in weariness.
"I'll fix you right on up" Sniper comforts the wounded creature that's seems to be falling asleep in his arms. "You'll be fine.
Faintly hearing cars probably driving by to investigate the crash, Sniper gently lifts the sleeping form in his arms as he makes his way back to his camper with hopes of receiving answers later on.
IAMALINE
The Spy: Cookies
The problem with living on a base with nine mercenaries who could hardly provide for themselves wasn't that they were messy and brought in the occasional bloody footprint inside, but that they fought like children over his cooking. Between the nine of them dinner was the biggest issue. There were fights on what to eat.
Being on the clock as they were meant they had no time of comforts of home too. So with that he had decided to surprise them, with chocolate chip cookies. So today bright in early with thoughts of providing a treat for his roommates Harry set to baking.
Humming a soft melody as he cracks some eggs into the mixing bowl, Harry pours flour too before adding the chocolate chips and mixing them all together.
On the opposite side of the base blue eyes opened. Groaning and stretching sore muscles from yesterday's activities. He is quick in dressing in his customary suit and doing his other morning rituals. The Red Spy soon made his way into the kitchen as he yawned with thoughts of coffee. Hearing a soft melody the man froze at the door. The only type of noise usually heard at this hour was the announcer shouting over the overcome.
The sound was too melodious to be the vile women, and was soft so it couldn't be the Engineer singing one of his country songs. Carefully not to alert the one inside, the Frenchman opened the door and shuffled inside. Surprise ran through him, for the only one inside the kitchen was Harry. While not surprising to see Harry in there cooking, it seemed the soft singing came from him. While not platinum record selling, he was good and could carry a tune.
The song was gentle, and seemed to be something a parent would sing to a child, with the way emotion was present in it, as was there was love and warmth the same being as Harry showed them in each of the meals he made for the nine mercenaries. The French man soon stalked forward with stealth, brought on from the years of spying.
Unware that someone was in the room with him, Harry continued to sing and stir the cookie batter. The cookies he was making was a favorite among his roommates, especially the Spy. Since then the French man would make sure he would get his share, and would even steal from Scout. A smile formed on his face when he thought about the shocked look the Bostonian had when that one time, the Spy who was cloaked stole the cookie from his hand. The younger had thought there was a ghost on base, and came to him for help, until he told him what the ghost was really was. The incident was funny and still brought laughs today. Harry only stopped smiling and mixing the dough when he felt arms around his waist, startling him.
"Hmm someone's a good house husband" Spy whispered huskily in Harry's ear.
"You know I hate it when you call me that" Harry said shyly, as he blushed at what his lover called him.
"It's true mon petit chat" Spy said resting his head on Harry's shoulder, arms tightening to pull the shorter male closer."You even bake for the men on base."
Harry sighed knowing the cookies had to wait, his lover was very affection so he knew their cuddle session could last while. True to his thoughts their embraced lasted a good ten minutes as the French man whispered sweet nothing in his ears, only to be interrupted for a hyper Scout wanting the cookies.
A/N
Whoo Sorry for the long wait, next one won't take as long. Though I think I can claim to be the first to write a Harry Potter/Team Fortress story.
R/R