You might be wondering why I have so many chapters to post. Well, I've been working on this story since the middle of summer, so I have chapters in storage for later use.

Chapter 8: Pyro!?

BLU was relaxing after their payload victory, when another call came in. Engie got up and answered it, with Miss Pauling on the phone saying there's been a switch. Switches are when the teams switch on member for another, mostly off the battlefield. Apparently, Pyro was being switched with Strategist. The next morning, when Pyro got to BLU base, it made it's way to the rec room. Only Spy and Demo were in there, the former drinking whiskey and reading and the latter watching the Scrumpy channel.

Pyro: Whmmph Scmmthp?

Demo: What lad? Couldn't understand ya.

Spy: "Where's Scientist" it said. My guess the demented doctor is in his laboratory. I believe Medic is with him.

Pyro walked down to the basement level and stopped at Scientist's lab door. It reached up to knock, but could hear voices on the other side.

*3 Minutes earlier, Inside Scientist's Lab*

Medic: So, herr Doctor, how should ve do zhis plan?

Scientist: Well, we'll need various DNA samples from everyone and permission from the Administrator.

Medic: Yes, if ve did this vithout either of those ve vould be fired. Or vorse.

Scientist: Yeah, yeah. We'll let's start on the DNA analyzer before-

There was a knock at the door which stopped the two doctor's conversation. Scientist got up and opened the sliding door to reveal Pyro.

Medic: Oh Pyro? Vas zhere a svitch?

Scientist: Um… what is a switch?

Medic: Someone on RED was svitched vith someone one BLU. It happens from time to time.

Pyro nodded, then pointed to Scientist.

Medic: Oh, you vant to speak to Scientist? Zhen I'll leave you two be. No need to be intrusive on your conversation.

With that, Medic walked out of the door, with it closing behind him.

Scientist: So, mac, what'cha need from the good doctor? May I interest you in an experimental compound?

Pyro shook it's head. Something from this loon would be like a lottery with death as a lose.

Pyro: Smmph mp Immmtphm Mmp mmp mmp cmmph mp hmmp?

Scientist: Ummm, what did you say, mac?

Pyro face palmed itself, annoyed that it's friends cannot understand it for some reason. Scientist thought for a moment before walking over to his desk, pulling out a notepad and pen.

Scientist: Here ya go Pyro. Just write on the paper to tell me what you want to say.

Pyro eagerly took the notepad and pen and began to write down some things. When it was finished, Pyro handed the notepad to Scientist.

Scientist: Hm, nice handwriting Pyro. Ahem, "I keep hearing that you have degrees in a thing called 'science'. If you have one in, I think it's called Psychology, could you examine me?" Pyro, not only do I have a degree in Psychology, but with that knowledge, I have a machine that can look into your mind.

Pyro perked up at what he said, excited to see what the world is. Scientist motioned Pyro forward to a dentist seat with a helmet with various devices on above the seat, which was attached to a grey box next to Scientist's computer. Pyro sat in the seat, while Scientist strapped the helmet and some leather bonds to Pyro.

Scientist: I made this little beauty a few months back for some university heads. They almost lost their mind, heh. Sorry about the straps, I tested this thing on rats numerous times and it made them want to pull their hair out. On a happy note, I've mostly modified it and the math says there is only a 20% chance of that happening.

Scientist walked to the big computer the machine was hooked up to. Pyro was now having second thoughts about this whole ordeal. It could tell how Scientist was crazy enough to test something on it without telling all of the… various side effects.

Scientist proceeded to type some code on to the screen. After the coding, he flipped a switch and the machine came to life. The helmet began to scan Pyro's head, which caused some seriously bad pain in it's nervous tissue. Pyro shook the chair, wanting it to stop.

Scientist: Hm, that must the 5% of brain pain in my notes. If the 1% brain fry doesn't happen, we'll be good.

When the scan was completed, the machine made a backdoor into Pyro's mind.

Scientist: Ok, let's see what the damage is, shall we.

Scientist began to scroll through Pyro's mind, which on the screen was a series of files. Scientist opened each file one at a time, seeing what Pyro's mind had in store.

*Some time later*

Scientist: Well Pyro, from the data I've collected so far, you suffer from great pyromania, the extreme want and love to light fires. Now this started at a very young age, so I can't help you with something so deeply rooted, but there is only one more area to look at.

Pyro was shocked that it had this "pyromania", since all it saw was… well Pyro-y and childish. As Scientist looked into the file, he wasn't prepared for what he saw. It was a playback memory from Pyro's point of view. Pyro looked to be on a hilltop overlooking a burning town. The data indicated that the memory was a dramatizing event for young Pyro. Great amounts of physical pain could also be indicated. As Pyro ran from the town, it tripped and fell off a medium height cliff. When awoken, Pyro's vision was that of Pyroland. It got up from it's spot and skipped off, happy that it was not in the world it left behind. Scientist pieced it together, finding a second area of mental illness. He got up and walked to the firebug lying on the dentist seat.

Scientist: Well, this isn't good. There's a second part to your illness. It's called schizophrenia. It basically breaks down reality, causing voices or even your entire world to be altered. It appears it came from a memory of you burning down a town, which I assume was your home.

Pyro looked at Scientist. It had more wrong with it? It had no idea for all of these years.

Scientist: Bad news, It's not curable by normal standards. Good news, I'm a doctor and this machine can take out the illness from your head. Bad news again, all of it won't be taken out, some traces of it will still be present.

Pyro excitedly giggled. No so crazy anymore? Sounds good enough. It nodded to signal to do it.

Scientist: So, it will hurt… a lot. But you can trust me. I've done this on rats.

Not surprisingly, Pyro didn't feel good about that last part.

Scientist proceeded to type in a new code. This activated the machine's newest feature. It forcefully burrowed some technology into Pyro's mind, causing it to reel back in pain, tossing and turning. The machine felt like it was sucking out lots of things. Scientist quietly giggled to himself, knowing that the process was working. Most of the illness was taken out of Pyro, causing it to feel quite weak. When done, the machine stored the data in its banks, for later examination. Scientist hurriedly walked to Pyro and unhooked the straps and helmet.

Scientist: Pyro, you son of a gun! You are the first person to have done this and you lived! How do you feel? Sick? Angry? Tired?

Pyro looked around the lab. What it could see was… a lab. No rainbows or candy plants, but the Rainicorn was still around, just not in sight.

Pyro: Mmmmph! Fmmphr!

Scientist understood what Pyro wanted and took out a lighter from his pocket. He flicked and showed it to Pyro. What Pyro felt was a warm feeling, seeing actual fire from it's point of view and not the rainbows and bubbles from before. The pyromania felt... good to it.

Pyro: Smmmph…

Scientist: Yeah, buddy. What is it?

Pyro proceeded to unclip it's mask from it's suit. As the mask came off, Scientist didn't expect to find… a young lady inside.

Pyro: Thank you, mi amigo.

Scientist's draw dropped to the floor from seeing the Pyro's face. Pyro was a Hispanic lady, a little older than Scientist, but by the looks of it she had seen better days. Her skin was mangled with bad burn scars and burnt tissue, with a scar running down her face. Her black hair was in patches, cutting off at parts. She was once pretty, but the incident from the memory took it. Pyro was so excited to be free of the Pyroland that she gave Scientist a big bear hug. Scientist was taken aback by the sudden act, but hugged back. The hug went on for a bit too long for Scientist's comfort.

Scientist: Well, you can stop...squishing me... at any time.

Pyro realized she was squeezing the breath out of Scientist and let go of him, embarrassed by how long she hugged him.

Pyro: Sorry, I just feel so free now that everything is normal.

Scientist: Well, mostly. Looks like fire got you a little too hard.

Pyro, confused, looked into a beaker to see her face, saddened by how it now looks like a monster. No wonder the teams were so scared of her. Her actions from the Pyroland and the thought of a monster inside the suit had made them fear her. She walked to the other side of the lab, sat cross legged, and put her hands to her face, crying. Scientist felt sad by the scene, so he walked over to cheer her up a bit.

Scientist: Um Pyro…

Pyro: Don't look at me! I'm a monster! I'm a crazy lunatic and everyone's scared of me!

Scientist: Well… I'm not afraid.

Scientist held out his hand to the pyromaniac. She looked up to see Scientist's hand with a warm smile from him. Pyro smiled and grabbed his hand and got up.

Scientist: And besides, us crazy people stick together.

Pyro giggled. At least one person liked her.

Scientist: Soooo... want to know about fires in a scientific way?

Pyro: I would be honored, Científico.

Scientist proceeded to light a Bunsen burner and began to lecture on about fire. Pyro sat down cross legged and put her head on her hands. Listening about the wonders of fire.

Sorry to sound rude, but do not get butt hurt on the fact that I made Pyro a woman. It's my story, I can do what ever I want! If you're not annoyed, then I'm sorry for the outburst. I know someone out there won't be happy. Also, I'm thinking of doing another story, not about TF2, but about cartoons, although I don't know if I will do it.