Another chaptered Sniperscout fic, let's goooo! Since so many people enjoyed Run Rabbit Run, I really hope you guys like this story, too! I know this one wasn't in my poll, but sometimes you have to listen to the plot bunnies, lol

When Scout came barrelling into the recreation room on the RED base, no one was surprised at first. Engineer sat in an armchair, reading a newspaper, while Heavy and Medic sat at the small table playing chess. Pyro was happily drawing with crayons in the corner, and Spy was having an afternoon drink with one of his beloved French literature books in his hands. Demoman and Soldier were not present, likely off wreaking havoc with Soldier's band of raccoons. No one knew where Sniper was, but it was likely he was in his camper, as he usually was after a match.

It wasn't until Scout began looking around the room wildly, repeating "Hide me, hide me, hide me!" that his teammates began to be interested.

"Hide you from who?" Engineer asked, glancing over his newspaper.

Scout kept looking worriedly out the window. "Saxton Hale!"

"Why-"

"No time, tell ya later!" Before anyone could respond, Scout dropped onto the floor and stuffed himself under their slightly battered green couch.

Medic's concentration was sufficiently broken, so he regarded the couch with interest. "Vhat are you doing hiding from Saxton Hale, Scout?"

"Shut up, he might come in here!" The runner hissed from under the couch.

Spy sighed heavily. "Get out of there, you idiot boy, before-"

Before he could finish his condescending statement, there was a loud crash as a person burst through the exterior wall. When the dust had cleared a little, the mercenaries all stared in confusion at the man standing in front of the continent-shaped hole left in their wall.

Spy recovered his composure first. "Ah, Monsieur Hale. Ze door is…just over zhere." He indicated the exterior door, which was just to the right of the destruction.

Saxton Hale shrugged. "I never liked doors much, wholly unnecessary if you ask me. Not when you can get a good workout just busting through walls."

"Zhat is a…unique perspective, I suppose." Spy answered diplomatically, book marking his novel.

"So, what can we do for ya today, Sir?" Engineer asked amicably, already surveying the structural damage.

Saxton's eyes scanned the room. "Have ya seen the young one?"

Heavy decided to play dumb. "Could you be more specific, comrade?"

The larger man waved his hand distractedly. "Ya know, the young one with the bat…what's his name again?"

"You mean Scout?" Medic asked calmly, his eyes never straying from the large Australian man.

"Yeah, him! Do you know where I can find him?"

There was a pause before Heavy spoke up again. "He is usually outside when match is over, you should look there."

"Alright, thanks, mate." Saxton turned to go, and under the couch, Scout relaxed a little in the knowledge that he was leaving. That is, until Spy spoke.

"Out of curiosity, why are you looking for him?"

The Mann Co CEO seemed to consider his answer for a minute. "You're his father, aren't ya?"

The Frenchman spluttered a little. "How did you-nevermind. Does it matter?"

"Well, I was gonna have to have this conversation with ya sooner or later, might as well have it now. Practicality, you know?"

To Scout's frustration, the massive man settled himself onto the couch directly above him and faced Spy, who had begun to look rather befuddled. But the expression on his face at Saxton's next words was nothing short of flabbergasted.

"I want to marry your son."

Engineer choked on his coffee a little, and Pyro's quiet humming stopped. Spy quickly regained his composure, but there was an uncomfortable glimmer in his eyes.

"I beg your pardon?"

"I want to marry Scout." Saxton repeated, seemingly unaware of the discomfort of everyone else in the room.

"If I may ask…vhy?" Medic questioned, looking more than a little bemused.

The Australian leant casually on the arm of the sofa. "Well, to be honest, I've run into a little trouble with Immigration. I'm an Australian citizen, and now it seems the government wants me to…leave, but I want to build my huntin' reserve here. So I need a fast way to get citizenship, and I thought, why not just marry an American?"

"And you thought SCOUT was ze best American to marry?"

If Saxton recognized Spy's derisive tone, he didn't let on. "Well, why not? He was born here, and I know for a fact he's younger than me-"

"As is half of Teufort…" Heavy muttered, but the hunter seemed to have heard.

"But he's also a mercenary, so I don't have worry about him running to the authorities about my murdering, embezelment, and various violations of zoning laws."

"I see…" Spy uttered, subconsciously reaching for a cigarette.

Engineer straightened up a little, having had a thought. "Hold on, what about the sniper? He's under 30, ain't he?"

"Won't work, he's also an Aussie, so I wouldn't get citizenship from him."

"Zat iz logical, but SCOUT? Really?" Medic seemed agitated, toying with the black rook in his hands. "He-he iz loud, and messy, and completely hopeless at any type of romantic interaction, not to mention he-"

"-he never shuts up." Heavy finished.

The Australian scratched at his neck. "To be honest, I've never listened to anything anyone has said to me if it does not benefit me. I'll just ignore him when he's around, it's not like I want to live with him or anything, I just need a legal marriage."

Both Heavy and Engineer looked perturbed at his words, but Medic remained stoic. "I see…and vhat vill you do if the state requires you to…consumate the marriage?"

"He's not the worst looking spunk, I guess getting it over with wouldn't be that bad." Saxton was scratching at his moustache now. "I would only consider topping, of course."

A small groan of disgust came from under the couch.

"What was that?" Saxton asked, suspiciously.

"Oh, nothzing!" Medic said brightly. "This couch is rather old, it simply groans like that sometimes."

Saxton instantly bought the story, rising to his feet. "Well, then, I can get you a new one, least Mann Co. can do if I'm marrying one of your team. Let me just take this old one now-"

"Non!" Spy shouted abruptly, and Saxton halted, leaving Scout's hiding place safely on the ground. "Désolé, monsieur, but Pyro has become rather attached to zhat couch, you see. I fear getting rid of it may send zhem on a violent rampage."

Pyro, to their credit, managed to appear on the precipice of a violent rampage, at least for someone who had been drawing a picture of pink ponies minutes earlier.

"Roight then, sorry mate!" The CEO rounded the couch and headed for the door. "Good talk, I'm off to look for Scout."

"Wait une minute monsieur." Spy stood up quickly. "Frankly, I do not zhink Scout is the man you should want to marry, even for a short time."

Medic turned in his chair. "Yes, I quite agree. The boy is immature, irresponsible, and more likely to get himself killed than you'd think. It vould be a vaste of your valuable time."

Saxton Hale seemed deep in thought for a moment, crossing his arms. Then, in a low tone, said "It seems to me like you're trying to stop me from marrying him."

Engineer, sensing danger, cut in. "No, no, no one's tryin' anything. We're just sayin' there are other options. Hell, if you're set on a scout, there's another one over at the BLU base. He's from Chicago, so he's a mite less...East Coast."

Saxton's eyes narrowed. "I like red better than blue, mate. You guys are my favourite team...but that might have to change…"

Spy, if possible, stood even straighter. "And by zhat you mean?"

"Well, if someone were to prevent me from gaining citizenship, say by getting in the way of this marriage, I would be a little pissed off-no, more than a little. Mann Co. is my company after all, and I would hate to think about what would happen if our professional relationship had to end, who would supply your base then?"

'Iz that a threat?" Spy countered.

Saxton spared no formalities as he confirmed it. "Yeah, it is. Without the supplies from Mann Co., your team will not be able to function, and I doubt the Administrator will keep you around once she finds out you're all the reason I pulled my support."

He paced a little, looking like a caged animal. "I'm too angry to think right now, I'm going to go wrestle my stress bear for a while."

As he headed for the door, the Australian glanced over his shoulder. "If you see Scout, tell him about my proposal. It would be dumb of him to say no; if your team shuts down, what is he going to do? All of you may have marketable skills, 'cept maybe the fire starter, but Scout doesn't."

With those parting words, Saxton left, jumping through the hole he had left in the wall.

Heavy sighed. "He did not leave two holes, at least."

No one answered, all staring grimly at the silent couch Saxton had been sitting on. Engineer was the first to address the person underneath. "Ya alright under there, son?"

Scout's voice filtered out from under the couch. "I'm alright-I'm not comin' outta here though."

"He said he's not coming back, for now anyways. Now's yer chance ta head for the hills." Engie chuckled a little.

Scout stuck his head out from under the couch. "Good point, hardhat! I'll get on that, right after I-" he pulled his arms out from under the couch and braced against the side of the couch, speech constricted a little. "-get myself-out of here-ugh!"

Medic pushed back his chair in one sharp motion and stalked over to stare down at Scout, who was still partially stuck under the couch.

"You cannot run away!"

"Uh, I can actually. It's kinda my thing, runs in the family, ya know." He sent a pointed glare at Spy, who ignored him.

"Ze Doctor is right, you can't run away from zis like a coward."

"You're the expert on that-" Scout gave his body another yank. "-what-ugh-do ya think I should do instead?"

"Avoid him for as long as you can, and hope zhat he forgets about zhis inzane idea. But, if he does not…you should marry him."

Scout stopped for a moment, his pelvis still wedged under the couch. "Haha, very funny." He deadpanned.

Spy took a draw on his cigarette. "I assure you, I am quite serious."

"Now hold on a minute!" Engineer stood up and joined the group around the still-stuck Scout. "Ya can't be suggesting that Scout would be better off married to that wild animal wrestlin' maniac?"

"Yeah, thank you!" Scout managed to get out from under the couch and dragged himself to his feet. "The guy's crazy, not to mention, I'm not into guys, so…"

"We all know zhat is not true…" Spy said, in a faux conspiratorial tone. When Scout looked like he wanted to throttle him, the Frenchman pretended to gasp. "Was zhat out loud?"

"Heavy did not know." The Russian put in, having no intention of rising from his chair. "Is good though; loving man is easier, less confusing."

"I'm not gay, Spy doesn't know what he's talkin' about." Scout protested, but his father just chuckled.

"I alvays know what I am talking about. I also know zhat the things you keep under your bed, do not indicate zhat you are straight."

"Wha-how did you-"

"Can ve please leave the family arguments for a later date?" Medic cut in. "Ve have more important things to discuss."

Spy resumed his smoking. "Indeed. Scout, if you do not marry him, it iz very likely we will all lose our jobs. Zhat will be your fault."

"C'mon Spy, it's not personal, it's just-it's SAXTON HALE!"

His father did not listen. "And what of your family? I vill not lie and zay I do not provide for your mother, for I do, but you financially support most of your brothers at least zomewhat, non? And since many of zhem have children as well, losing your income vould make it very difficult for you to provide for zhem."

Scout's family was one of his weak spots, and Spy knew it. The young man went quiet, picking at the athletic tape around his hands.

"Saxton Hale is rich, very rich in fact." Medic mused. "Perhaps zhere could be something in it for you if you play your cards correctly."

"Are you suggesting I sue him for alimony?" Scout snapped back. "He'd just kill me and make it look like an accident."

"No, no, just steal from him vhen he isn't looking. He already said he vill not give you much attention, after all."

"Lucky me…" Scout muttered, pushing past the three older men.

"Scout…" Engineer, who felt a little sympathy for the boy, followed after him. "You wouldn't have ta be married to him for good, just until y'all reach the minimum time to be married. Then ya can divorce and never see 'im again."

"Yea, but until then?" Scout looked a little panicked. "I don't want ta, ya know, sleep with him!"

Medic chortled. "Oh ja, that would be most unpleasant!" he wiped a tear away. "I vould rather slather my hand in bacon grease and offer it to one of his feral pets than spend one night vith that man!"

Heavy chuckled too, but calmed quickly to firmly add: "That is option for leetle Scout, NOT for you."

"Now Schatz, zhere is no reason to be jealous…" Medic assured him, preening a little. No wonder the man owned doves, Scout thought.

Spy gave a long-suffering sigh. "Now who is wasting time with paltry conversations? Scout, go do whatever it is you would normally be doing, but for heaven's sake, try not to run into Saxton Hale, oui?"

Scout, glad for a reason to leave the room and forget the conversation he had overheard, eagerly moved deeper into the base in the opposite direction Saxton Hale had left in.

"Oh, and Scout?" Scout reluctantly stopped and looked back at Spy. "It would do you good to think, if your brain can handle zhat, about how much damage you could do to many lives if you zay no to Saxton Hale."

"It can't be more damage than the amount you do showin' your ugly face around here everyday!" The runner shot back, leaving before Spy could say anything else.

Pyro shrugged and resumed their colouring, while Medic and Heavy's attention were focused on each other. Engineer looked at the Australia shaped hole in their wall and glanced at Spy.

"Are ya sure we can't bill 'em for property damage?"

When Scout came barreling into his campervan, closing the door as forcefully as he could without slamming it, Sniper wasn't surprised at first.

Despite their differing personalities and backgrounds, the two youngest mercenaries had become friends. For the past few months, Scout would randomly burst into Sniper's camper like the whirlwind that he was, but he managed to calm down marginally when they were together. The two would drink beers, watch TV, or sit on top of the camper on clear nights, and stare up at the night sky. On those occasions, Scout was often the most quiet he had ever been, listening to Sniper talk instead about the nights he spent in the outback in Australia.

But Sniper knew that evening was different when Scout barely greeted him before grabbing a beer bottle, cracking it open with his mouth, and proceeding to start downing it.

"Whoa there, mate, take it easy!" The marksman grabbed the bottle to prevent Scout from chugging the entire thing.

"I don't want to." Scout tried to resume drinking, but Sniper took the bottle from him completely.

"Roo, what's going on?"

Scout chewed his lip, pointedly not looking at Sniper. "Fine, I'll tell ya, but you're gonna want one a those for yourself." He gestured at the beer bottle.

Sniper gave a one shoulder shrug and grabbed another, handing Scout his back with a stern "Don't chug it or you'll be pissed in minutes."

"Fine…who are ya, my ma?" Scout settled himself on one side of Sniper's table, the marksman sitting on the other. As soon as Sniper gave a brief nod to indicate that he was listening, Scout took a big inhale that indicated he was about to start rambling. And once he did, Sniper had no choice but to buckle up for the ride.

"So, ya know Saxton Hale?" Without waiting for an answer, Scout carried on. "He wants me to marry him, and Spy thinks I should do it, since he kinda threatened to stop supporting us if I don't, but he's such an ass, and I-"

"Slow down a minute, Scout. He wants ya to what?"

"He's stayed here too long and is getting kicked out unless he can get citizenship by marrying an American, so he wants us to get married."

"Roight, but...why you?" Sniper looked as though Scout had told him Soldier was becoming a pole dancer.

"Cause I'm younger and used to the illegal shit he does, I guess. It's not because he likes me, I know that."

"Are ya sure?" Sniper asked quietly.

Scout snorted. "Oh yeah, the guys tried to tell him that I talk a lot, ya know, ta make him lose interest? But the dick said he didn't care about anything I would say and that he'd just ignore me."

"He said that?" The Australian looked mildly angry. "Bastard."

Scout took another drink. "Fucking tell me about it."

The two were quiet for a moment, Scout looking at his bottle as though it held all the answers to his dilemma, Sniper studying him.

"What're ya going to do, Roo?" Sniper asked, looking more than a little concerned.

Scout considered the question for a beat. "Nothin'. I'm gonna do nothin'. I ain't marrying him, but I'm also not going to go over ta Mann Co an' tell him no."

Sniper snorted. "Nah mate, best to just avoid him altogether."

"Yea, I will. And if I see 'im, all I have to do is run away, there's no way he'll be able to catch up."

Fate, and Spy, however, had other ideas. The team was walking back to their base after the next day's match, which they had successfully, when a voice sounding from behind and above them caught their attention.

"INCOMING!"

Now, the reason that it was possible for the RED team to hear a voice from both above and behind them was that a figure was now hurtling towards the ground from above them, having jumped out of a small aircraft.

Scout's stomach twisted into an uneasy knot when he heard the figure shout: "SAXTON HALE!"

A moment later, Saxton Hale landed on the desert with a loud thud, miraculously staying on his feet. He almost resembled an action hero, in the crouched position he landed in, but the image was ruined by the terrified man wearing jeans and a polo shirt clutched under his arm.

"Really?" Scout muttered, rolling his eyes.

Saxton Hale straightened up, smiling broadly at the men standing in front of him. "G'day RED team, glad to see your match was successful!" He addressed the man who had jumped with him, who was now standing on his own, shaking like a leaf. "These guys are my favourite team, I told ya that, didn't I?"

The man just nodded feebly.

"Oh, this is Henry, by th'way, he's my intern." Saxton said offhandedly. Henry, a young man who could have been even younger than Scout, waved a little.

"Vell, are the two of you alright? That vas quite the fall." Medic exclaimed, but Saxton laughed.

"We didn't fall, we jumped! We were flyin' over, and I said to Henry, 'that's the RED team down there, let's go talk to 'em!' But there wasn't anywhere to land, so we just jumped."

Henry looked ready to break down in tears.

"What can we do ya for, Mr. Hale?" Demoman asked, jovially, standing next to Soldier midway through the group. Scout, who was very much wishing he wasn't so close to the front, slowly tried to edge backwards, but a hand grabbed him. Spy glared at him, gloved hand clenched on Scout's arm.

"Do not try to leave." he hissed. "Separating from ze group will make you an easier target."

Saxton Hale approached the group, eyes searching. When they landed on Scout, the Australian perked up in recognition, while the rest of the mercenaries watched him, questioningly.

"There he is, this is who I've been looking for." Without another word, the man reached into the group, catching hold of Scout's other arm with his massive hand. The other mercs moved aside as he all but yanked the runner to the front of the group to avoid being knocked down like bowling pins.

Scout crossed his arms as the Mann Co CEO looked at him appraisingly. "Scout, right?"

"Yeah." The younger man answered simply, attempting to keep the hostility and apprehension out of his voice.

Saxton Hale raised an eyebrow. "They told me ya were the talkative one. Huh. Oh well, makes things easier for me!"

He clapped his hands together, eyes never focusing completely on Scout even though he was speaking directly to him.

"Anyways! I'm sure your dad and the rest of 'em told ya about us gettin' married so that I can stay here and keep you guys supplied. You seem like a reasonable guy, so ya can probably guess what'll happen to you and your team if this doesn't work out. So what'd ya say?"

Scout, for one of very few times in his life, had nothing to say. When he'd gotten ganged up on in the streets, the first time he'd been spit out of respawn, when he'd found out Spy was his father-all of those times he had never frozen up. He had always had something to say, or more often that not, yell.

The only time he could really recall feeling so paralyzed was when his oldest brother, Marcus, had died in the Second World War. He'd been just a little kid then, and he hadn't known what to say to anyone.

One night he had caught his mom crying, almost hysterically over a picture of Marcus. And he hadn't known what to say to her. Really, what was there to say? She had been so strong for them, from the moment they found out Marcus had died, that he'd never seen her cry like that before, and had no idea what to do.

And now, Scout felt that way again, standing in the dustbowl with his back to his teammates. He knew consequences came with whichever answer he gave, and even though he wanted to say no, he had no idea which choice would hurt him more. So he didn't say anything, the words staying caught in his throat.

Saxton Hale barely even noticed. "That's not a no, so I'll take it as a yes! Henry! Hand me those papers I gave ya, will ya?"

The willowy young man was slowly recovering from his shock. "I-umm...I lost them, sir...in the air."

Saxton Hale threw up his hands. "Well what are we supposed to do now? I held onto you so you could hold onto the papers. Now we'll have to wait 3 business days to file them!"

Henry looked apologetic, but there was nothing else for him to do.

Medic decided to speak up, since the man was clearly becoming agitated. "Do you have copies of these...papers?"

Saxton looked expectantly at Henry who nodded eagerly. "Yes, yes, I made copies, sir!"

"Oh, well alroight then." The Australian CEO calmed down considerably, in control of the situation once more. "We'll just come back tomorrow with 'em so we can file with the state before Monday. I'd come back tonight, but the panthers are overdue for a bath, and they ain't gonna wash themselves, you know."

"Wunderbar, ve vill see you zhen!" Medic replied politely, though it was clear his smile was a bit strained.

Scout still had barely moved through the entire exchange, and he did not display any recognition of Saxton's departure, even as the man called "Come on then, Henry, let's run back to Mann Co, it's only 10 miles!"

With that, he took off towards the main road, his intern scurrying behind him, crying: "Sir, wait!"

The RED team watched him go, Henry taking a considerably longer amount of time to get out of their sight than Saxton had. Pyro muttered something, and Engineer nodded. "You said it, pardner."

This quiet comment snapped Scout back into focus, and he turned around quickly. "What? What'd they say?"

"Pyro said: 'And you guys call me crazy.'" The Texan answered ruefully, a small smile tugging at his lips.

"Erm, am I the only one who doesn't know what in the bloody hell just happen'd?" Demoman all but shouted, looking straight at Scout.

"Negative, I am also without intell on this matter." Soldier confirmed, also looking at the runner. "Have you been seeing the CEO behind our backs?"

"What? NO! I don't even like him, and besides, I'm not gay!" Scout insisted.

Demoman scratched his head. "Ack, well, either this scrumpy is stronger than I thought, or I heard you're gettin' married to tha guy."

Scout tripped a little over his words, trying to deny what the Scotsman was saying. He usually loved attention, but now he wished that everyone would just stop looking at him.

"I-I never said that!"

"But leetle scout didn't say no." Heavy pointed out in his soft, but deep voice.

"I didn't know what to say! Would you? What would you say if that fucker showed up outta nowhere and basically threatened ya to marry him?" The runner shouted at no one in particular.

"All things considered, you could have zaid much worse." Spy said calmly. "You did not make him angry, so we can be grateful for zhat, I suppose…"

"Oh, yeah, everything's just great, cause I didn't piss him off!" Scout snapped at him. "You don't give a shit because it's not you who has ta marry him! It doesn't effect you, so you're just gonna sit back and let it happen! All of ya are!"

Scout stormed away from the group, picking up speed until he was sprinting, feet pounding on the sand and then the concrete floors of the base. He didn't stop running until he reached his room, and once there, he didn't stop throwing things at the wall until he ran out of objects to throw.

An hour later, Scout was shaken from a very light and fitful sleep by a knock at his door. Not in the mood for a lecture from Spy, or guilt tripping from Medic, he shouted: "I don't wanna talk to ya, fuck off!"

The voice that answered back was calm, but there was a bit of an edge that Scout only picked up on because he knew them so well. "Roo, it's just me."

"Oh, uh…ya can come in, I guess." When Sniper came in, shutting the door behind him, Scout smiled a little sheepishly. "Sorry, I thought you were…someone else."

"Nah, it's alroight, I get it." Sniper fidgeted a little, eyeing the mess Scout's aggressive throwing had created. "Are ya okay, mate?"

"Yea…" Scout answered, but it came out sounding forced. He didn't want to look at Sniper, because he knew his face would give him away.

The older man crossed the room suddenly, grabbing Scout's shoulder and speaking in a conspiratorial tone. "Scout, listen ta me: you don't have to do this."

"I know that, but he's comin' back here tomorrow. If I tell him no, he's just gonna get mad, and then everyone will be mad at me, and we'll all lose our jobs." He rubbed at his face. "I really need this money, Snipes."

Sniper looked nervous. "Well, I think I know how ya can keep gettin' it…"

The runner perked up immediately. "Really? How?"

Instead of answering directly, Sniper told him: "If you really don't want to do this, pack a bag with some clothes and money and all that-not all your stuff though, and come to my van when it's dark. If ya aren't here, then ya can't marry him."

Scout crossed his arms, looking skeptical. "That's your plan? Ta just up an' leave? How does that help me keep gettin' money from this job?"

Sniper backpedaled a little. "No, no, we wouldn't leave for good, we would come back. And if we have a reason, they can't fire us." When Scout still looked doubtful, he added. "There's more to it-another big part, but I can't tell ya yet, in case someone overhears."

And with that, the marksman headed back towards the door, leaving Scout more confused than ever. But before he left, he looked back over his shoulder at the younger man. "And if ya want to stay here, and do the safe thing and marry him, I won't think any less of ya. I just want ya to have some choice in this."

Before Scout could ask any more questions, or even answer, Sniper was gone.

The runner laid awake for a long time that night, pondering what Sniper had said. He didn't go to dinner, because he didn't want to be put in the spotlight by the whole team again, so he had lots of time to consider his options.

He really didn't see how running away with Sniper would solve his problem if they didn't leave permanently, after all Saxton Hale would still be there when they returned unless he got tired of waiting and married someone else.

It seemed like Sniper had some sort of trick up his sleeve, but unless it was assassinating Saxton, he couldn't conceive of what it might be.

But his friend did have a point: they couldn't get married if he wasn't in Teufort, and this way, Scout wouldn't have to turn down the admittedly frightening CEO to his face.

It was a far less painful way out of marrying the man, that was certain. And he REALLY didn't want to marry the Australian.

Once the thought took root in his mind, Scout was out of bed before he knew it, stuffing clothes into an old duffel bag that he had brought from home. Aside from clothes, Scout didn't have a lot of personal possessions, but he shoved deodorant, his athletic tape, body spray, and shampoo in as well. He brought his bat too, obviously.

As a last minute addition, the runner tucked his bottle of lube into a pocket of the bag where it wouldn't be discovered. He didn't know if he would ever have the privacy to use it, but it was better to have it just in case.

He would leave the gay porn magazines under his bed, Spy may have known about them, but Sniper didn't need to.

Before he could think any further, and talk himself out of his decision, Scout shouldered the bag and slipped out of his room into the darkened hallway.

If he was going to jilt Saxton Hale, he might as well choose the most exciting option and have a little fun while doing it.

Spunk= Australian slang for an attractive young man What did you think? Please let me know in the comments what you think is going to happen next and just fangirl over our two favourite bois! Is there anything I should know about Southwestern road trips? (I'm from the north)