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.

Sherry couldn't believe that the year had already passed so quickly! She had officially graduated high school with high marks, and several art institutes had seen her works and wanted her to continue her education.

Not to mention, she was now an Aunt! Samuel's wife Annette had a beautiful baby boy last week, becoming christened with the name Albert. Now…It was the week that her Mother and Emile were going to get married! However, it wasn't going to be a big, fancy wedding; in fact, they were only getting married at City Hall. Emile had said, "No need for a big fancy wedding", and both Helene and Sherry had accepted that. However, the two would be going on a honeymoon, leaving her at Shane's house while they were gone.

"Sherry, can you please put these in Emile's suitcase? He won't want to forget these." Helene said, handing Sherry several pairs of scarlet socks. Sherry smirked at the sight of the socks; she just couldn't imagine Emile wearing a pair of red socks.

"Yeah, I'll put them in. Be right back." She said as she stood up from her position on her bed, plodding barefoot into her Mother's bedroom. Emile had gone out to the Laundromat to pick up some suits that he had dry cleaned yesterday, so he was not around.

"Suitcase, suitcase…Now where are you…" Sherry mumbled as she looked around the room. Funny; she had never even seen Emile's suitcase. How was she supposed to know what it looked like?

"Maybe the closet…" She muttered as she opened the closet door, peering inside. She shuffled around inside, pushing clothes back and looking on the floor. No suitcase; just the ones that she had seen her Mother use. Sherry sat on the floor and crossed her arms over her chest; where would Emile keep his suitcase?

She happened to glance up, and…There it was! It was underneath a red box on the top shelf! Grinning, Sherry stood up on tip-toe and reached for the suitcase, grunting with effort as her fingers reached for it. She grasped onto the handle, pulling it down…Along with the red box, which fell right onto her head.

"Ouch!" She cried out, wincing at the stinging pain the box had left behind for her. Sherry gently rubbed at her head with her fingertips, wondering if she was going to have a large bruise on the very top of her head.

"…What's all this stuff?" Sherry asked when she looked around for where the suitcase had fallen, noticing that several sheets of paper, pictures, and other odds and ends had fallen out of the red box that had so kindly fallen on her head. Part of her knew that she shouldn't be snooping in Emile's belongings; the other part of her was just absolutely dying to see what all of this stuff was!

Respect or curiosity? Sherry thought carefully for a few seconds. Curiosity won over respect, and she gingerly picked up one of the pictures. For several seconds, she was quite confused; she didn't remember getting her picture taken like this. It was a picture of Sherry…Sitting in her French class from almost two years ago, looking bored to tears as she had listened to her teacher drone on and on.

Why does he have a picture of this? It looks like…It was taken from outside the school. Sherry thought as her eyebrows furrowed in confusion. She picked up another picture; this time, it was of her in Gym class, hitting a volleyball. Again? How did he take this picture? I should have seen him, but…I've never seen him set foot in my school! She thought, her stomach flip-flopping as she picked up one of the fallen sheets of paper.

She instantly recognized the handwriting. It was hers. Not only that, but it was the same type of paper seen…

In my diary. In my private diary. Sherry thought as she scanned through what she had written. It wasn't torn out from the diary; she still had this entry safely tucked away in her diary! It looked like it was photocopied. Sherry's heart began to thud loudly in her chest against the gold watch hanging around her neck. Part of her wanted to run and tell her Mother what she had found in the closet, and the other part of her wanted to continue with her investigation.

Once more, curiosity won, and she picked up a handful of the sheets. What she saw was enough to frighten her; school records, her report cards, pictures of the paintings that she had done and of herself, diary entries. There were even some tapes labeled "phone calls". A business card had fallen out amongst all of the paperwork, and with a trembling hand, Sherry picked it up, reading what was printed on the card.

"Want to earn money, but don't want to sit at a desk? Join the Team Fortress Team! If you are interested, please call 1-800-555-8326. We are not responsible for missing limbs, eyes, poor mental health, etc. Please call at your own risk."

Sherry looked at it again and again and again. She thought back to the day Scott had turned eighteen…He had said that he was joining…

"Team Fortress…" She whispered as she put the card into her pocket. Sherry looked around at all of the stuff that had fallen out of the box. Something fishy was going on…And if Emile had the card that had the name and phone number where her brother was at…

"…Time to give my brother a call." She mumbled as she carefully placed everything back into the box, placing Emile's socks into the suitcase. Sherry carefully put both the box and Emile's suitcase back onto the shelf, closing the closet, and walking out of the room.


Sherry had decided to wait and call Scott after her Mother and Emile had decided to go out for dinner without her (Sherry reassured them that she would be fine for a couple of hours and didn't need a sitter; she would be eighteen next week!) When she was sure that they had left, she quickly dashed into the kitchen, picking up the phone and began to punch in the number.

It rang for a few seconds, and a woman finally picked up.

"Hello, thank you for calling Team Fortress. Your call may be monitored. How may I assist you?" the female voice said, sounding somewhat nervous. Sherry could sympathize.

"U-uh, I need to talk to my brother…His name is Scott…" Sherry stuttered as she clutched the cord of the phone tightly. Silence.

"Uh, hello?" She called into the phone once more. This time, a different woman was on the phone.

"Who is this? Why do you need to talk to the Scout?" This woman sounded cold-hearted and annoyed. Sherry gulped.

"Please, ma'am! It's an emergency! I need to talk to him right away!" Sherry blurted out. Silence once again.

"Very well. Mind you, this number shouldn't be used to talk to family members. Make it quick. Your brother, Scott, is on the BLU Team, so I'll put you through to them." The scary woman said, the phone giving a click. Soft music began to play as Sherry looked around, half-expecting Emile to pop out and begin asking her questions.

"Hello? Who ees thees?" a loud, booming voice nearly made Sherry jump out of her skin. The phone had flown out of her hands, Sherry catching it before it hit the kitchen floor.

"M-my name is Sherry! Please, is my brother there? I need to speak to him right away!" Sherry squeaked on the phone.

"Who ees your brother? Do you have right number, leetle girl?" The voice asked almost kindly. The accent that it carried sounded Russian, although Sherry couldn't be too sure.

"His name is Scott! Or Scout! I don't know what you call him! Please, can you put him on?" She asked, her voice tinted with desperation.

"Oh! You are leetle sister of leetle Scout! Hold on; I'll find leetle Scout for you!" The voice said, finally figuring out who she had been talking about. The voice screamed out gibberish on his end of the phone, finally chuckling towards her.

"What's so funny?" Sherry asked, her heart still hammering in her chest.

"You sound so small! You sound like teeny-tiny leetle girl!" The booming voice laughed, the sound of the phone rustling as Sherry recognized the familiar voice of her brother.

"Alright, Fatcakes, hand it over!" Scott yelled as he wrestled the phone away from the person with the loud voice.

"Sherry? Is dat you?" Scott said, relief washing over Sherry like a tidal wave.

"Scott? Scott, please come home! Mom told me to pack some socks into Emile's suitcase, and I went to get it down, but a box of…Stuff fell out, and there were weird pictures of me and he had copies of my diary pages, and…" Sherry said in one breath, Scott cutting her off.

"Woah woah woah! Slow down there, Sher! You found…Weird pictures of ya in a box that belonged to Emile?" Scott asked slowly, his voice showing great concern. Sherry gulped, feeling nervous and jumpy.

"Y-yeah! He had my school records and all of that stuff! But here's the weird thing; he had a business card with this phone number on it! I remember you saying that you were joining something called Team Fortress, but…Why would he have that number too? Scott, I'm scared! Please come home!" Sherry practically sobbed out on the phone.

"Alright, I'm comin' home! I'll be there in 'bout three days! I have ta make the Administrator let me come home. Sherry, whatever you do, don't bring this up to…Emile. Don't bring it up to Ma, either. Whatever ya do, just keep ya mouth shut! Don't call this number again; chances are, he's bugged the phone-line too, that rat-bastard…" Scott growled, causing Sherry to worry even more.

"Scott…Please hurry!" Sherry whispered fearfully as she strained her ears for any indication that her Mother and Emile were home.

"Sherry, just be careful. You'll be okay." Scott said as the phone clicked, signaling the end of their conversation.

All she could do for now was wait it out.