Hey ya'll, guess whose back? Okay, so it wasn't THAT long ago I updated. I'm pretty much done with school, so I think I'll have more time to write. Joy!
IHaveSpyCrabs: Thank you very much! You and Princess of Pyromania (winkwink) are both awesome! While I'm glad this story is working for you guys, publishing is a big leap. I don't think I've got the writing where-with-all to be seriously published. Any crits or improvement help me get closer to that level of writing though! ;)
krazy kiki: Haha, no not quite. That would be a cool update for the Ubersaw though...
general-tommy: I hope the premise of the story isn't all you find interesting. Thank you for all of your reviews, they truly make a difference. Recoil, check. Seemingly insane BLU, check (while I do admit, she may not seem SUPER crazy to those familiar with the game. She'll be back though). Kudo to clever Medic you, btw. I acatually remember once I uber'd an enemy Spy, disguised as a Demo. Not my finest moment. Blautsauger can fight a Heavy? Eep, I'll have to test that one out.
oh well: 37th decimal place of Pi? Hot damn, I'm praying to Gods you remember. Thank you for the kind words, and if there are cons, please don't hesitate to point them out. I want to make this the most enjoyable fanfiction I can! I acatually did play a few rounds of TF2 before I updated this. Sadly, no Gravel Pit.
Well, here we go.
Disclaimer: 'Team Fortress 2' and all its characters and concepts belong to the Valve Corporation. I own the writing on this page, the original characters, features and situations upon said page.
"Really?" Medic raised an eyebrow to Fem-Spy.
"Non, I'm making eet up," Fem-Spy winced as the Medigun that had been focused on her left arm was turned off. Firing the Ambassador with her left arm had done a number on her elbow. Medic said she had fractured it. Then there was the matter of explain the rather messy gash on her right arm. "I swear she bit me!"
"I'm sure." Medic fastened the bandage on her right arm and ushered her off the cot she had been occupying. The day was over. The post battle meeting was set to start soon and the Medics were making sure everyone was in a respectable state of health before it began.
Medic hadn't said anything to Fem-Spy about his creepy talk at the beginning of the day. Fem-Spy hadn't seen Franz or Fem-Scout all day and even if she did, she didn't think she would tell Medic about them.
Fem-Spy quickly left the infirmary without another word to Medic. He didn't seem to notice. She headed to her room to get another jacket. Hers was ripped where she had been cut by Fem-Medic. Fem-Spy shivered. She was still shaken by her run-in with the woman. No wonder people thought the BLU females were insane. She tried to put it out of her mind. She needed to get a new jacket. You might as well look good when you're getting hacked to death.
Soon enough, everyone was in the meeting room. The consensus was that the RED's had done well, but no one was really sure. Fem-Spy tried to see if everyone she knew was accounted for.
One of the Soldiers made his way to the front of the room.
"Alright MAGGOTS," He yelled, "Today is a GOOD DAY. I am HAPPY to say that we have DOMINATED those BLU SCUM! We have WON the day with a SCORE of 26 TO 5!"
The room buzzed excitedly. A bit more was said about the battles themselves and strategies (or rather what worked and what didn't). After Soldier, the head Medic took the stage. This was the worst part of the meeting, in Fem-Spy's opinion. She braced herself for the casualties.
"Vell, I am pleased to announce," said Medic, a smile twitching at his face, "Ve had no casualties today." The room was completely silent. "At all."
It took a moment for this to sink in. Then the room erupted into cheers. Everyone on the RED team had survived to see the ceasefire. It almost never happened that no one died in battle. Fem-Spy laughed and clapped her hands. She certainly felt like celebrating now.
After a few moments Fem-Demo jumped to the front of the room, nearly knocking over the Medic. "A'right lads!" She yelled, "Everyone tae th' rec room! We've got booze!"
The cheering got louder. Fem-Spy felt herself getting swept along with the crowd. This was going to be a long night, and hopefully a good one.
It took about ten minutes for the party to get into full swing. Fem-Spy sat at a corner table by herself, with a glass of what could be scotch. She watched her teammates with a smile on her face.
Fem-Demo was sitting in a circle on the floor with some other men, playing some sort of drinking game. Engie was with her. Sniper and Pyro were talking at another table on which the radio rested. It was playing something that sounded like The Beatles, or maybe Bobby Goldsboro. She saw Fem-Scout and Franz behind the couch, passing a bottle back and forth between them. At seeing the pair, Fem-Spy glanced around, trying to find the head Medic. He was across the room, playing pool with some other Engies and Heavies.
Fem-Spy sighed. She saw someone moving toward her table out of the corner of her eye. She turned to see Spy holding an unmarked bottle and a shot glass.
"Is zhis seat taken?" He motioned to the chair opposite Fem-Spy. She shook her head. Spy pulled out the chair and sat himself down. He popped the cork of the bottle and poured its contents into the small glass in from of him.
"Zee strongest I could get from zee Demos," He commented after he saw Fem-Spy staring, "I 'ave not gotten drunk in a while, and I feel zhis is a good excuse."
Fem-Spy smiled slightly, "Zhat's disgusting."
Spy shrugged, a grin climbing up his face, "I take it you do not partake in zee joy of drinking very often."
"I suppose not," Fem-Spy blushed slightly. She tried to change to subject, "'Ave you made any 'eadway with finding zee team's files?"
Spy swished his drink round, "Oui. I believe I 'ave."
Fem-Spy waited but Spy said nothing more about the files. He instead downed his drink with a flourish. After he swallowed, he threw his head forward and gasped.
Fem-Spy smirked, "Zhat bad?"
Spy sighed and settled back in his chair, "On zee contrary, you'd be surprised," He pointed at the bottle, "'Elp yourself."
"Oh no," Said Fem-Spy, "I wouldn't dare."
Spy placed his elbow on the table and his head in his hand, "Can't 'old your drink?"
"As well as any of you, I'm sure," she lied. Fem-Spy had never been much of a drinker. A glass of wine at dinner or champagne at a party was as far as she got. But she didn't want Spy to know that. "I just don't see zee need to flaunt my skill at tossing alcohol down my throat."
Spy smirked at her. He refilled the shot glass and slid it across the table toward her, "Prove eet."
Fem-Spy looked uncertainly at the glass. She picked it up and turned it around in her hand. The mahogany liquid seemed innocent enough. She glanced at Spy, who was still staring at her.
She raised the glass tentatively, "Cheers." And she drank.
The liquid burned her throat as it passed her throat. Fem-Spy blinked hard and coughed. After a few moments, her head felt uncomfortably stuffy and heavy. This stuff, whatever it was, worked fast. She looked at Spy who seemed to be stifling laughter.
"Shut up," muttered Fem-Spy, still blinking.
"Eet's just amusing to see someone take a strong drink for zee first time," he poured another glass for himself and downed it with a smirk.
Fem-Spy rolled her eyes and grabbed the bottle from him. Spy handed her the glass. She looked at him and took it. She found herself pouring another drink.
"Did you 'ave a good day?" asked Spy, still watching her.
"I ran into zee BLU female Medic. She was...Interesting," Fem-Spy brought the glass to her lips and swallowed the foul drink. She didn't feel it as much this time.
"Ah, I zhink I 'ave seen 'er," Spy took back the bottle, "She is quite a fine lady, non?"
Fem-Spy scoffed, "She is a psychopath. She bit me, you know."
Spy put away a third drink and hiccupped, "When I imagine zhat 'appening, it becomes something sexual," His smile stretched. Fem-Spy saw his face had a red flush to it. She could only imagine what she looked like.
"You would zhink zhat, you pervert," She fumbled for the bottle, "Non, she is crazy. I zhink I might've killed 'er, zhough."
Spy laughed. Fem-Spy tilted the bottle and poured her third drink, the alcohol spilling over the sides of the glass. She giggled a little to herself and swallowed. She barely tasted it. Her body felt numb, but pleasantly so.
She handed the bottle back to Spy, "You know what I zhink?" She began.
"I always wonder you zhink," Spy grinned and clumsily grabbed the neck of the bottle.
"I zhink zhat Spies wear masks because," She leaned toward Spy and whispered, "Zhey are so ugly to begin with!"
Spy pretended to look horrified, "Ma cheri, I will 'ave you know I am quite a handsome man. And I am sure you are a sexy woman yourself."
"I can't argue zhere," Fem-Spy slurred.
Spy was about to drink his forth glass, until Fem-Spy snatched the glass out of his hand and downed it herself. Spy looked genuinely surprised for a moment. Then he grabbed the bottle itself and brought it to his lips. He swallowed and slammed the bottle on the table. He let out a long, deep breath. Spy glanced at Fem-Spy and grinned like the devil. He handed her the bottle. She took it without a thought.
At this point her vision began to get blurry...
Remeber kids, don't drink and drive.
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