For: HerpDerpNinja

~The Kukri and the Bat~

How boring, no one in my range yet… I thought, pushing my black hair out of her face. Figuring that there was no one coming my way, I pulled my Crocodile Dundee style hat down over my goggled eyes for a quick power nap.

About ten minutes into the nap, I was startled by footsteps coming her way. I pulled out my ever trusty Kukri and crept slowly to the door, being as silent as I could be which was one of my best specialties. I began to crack the door open a bit only to be greeted by a loud yell of "Yo! Batter up!"

The door was kicked in and I got knocked back to the far corner of my perch when I felt a hard bat hit my head, "You camped da while time for dis? Snipe dat, ya frickin' coward!" I wasn't dead, but as he dashed back out the door I was beginning to feel lightheaded and I knew I was about to go under. I knew he wouldn't be back, but just in case, I kept my Kukri positioned towards the door in case of repeat intruders. Then it all went black.

"Sydney…. Sydney…. SYDNEY!" I shot up as soon as I heard my name and found myself face to face with our medic. "You need to be more careful Frauline! You vill get yourzelf killed! Pesky little Scout ist ein Dummkopf. Be careful next time, ja?" I nodded and hopped off the small cot and slid my black vest back on over my red shirt and went to join the others just in time to join the others to begin today's fight.

I spent the majority of my time sniping the Heavy, so slow and so stupid! Never sees it coming, even though he knows I'll get him eventually. The battle started to calm down and I scanned the horizon multiple times, and I found my prize. That BLU scout was just standing there, practically begging to be shot. I lined it up, so perfect, only a complete idiot could pass up this shot. I must be one of them.

I was ready to pull that trigger, I really was. If he thinks that bat gives people headaches, wait until you see what a bullet can do… I was stuck in place, everything set to go but nothing moved. I just looked at him through that scope, wondering why he was standing there and, more importantly, why I was just starring.

Gah, I thought to myself, he's one of the BLU's. It's my job to get rid of them. I'm a professional, I have my standards… Why do I have the urge to not shoot him? GAH! With the last thought, I somehow broke my hold on my muscles and fired right beside him. He dashed off in another direction and I banged my head off the wall in front of me. "Dang it!" I said to myself, "Now he's gonna find me. The one time I lose my control over a dumb little thought and it will most likely get me killed. Nice going Sydney, thanks a lot…"

Though after many long agonizing minutes, he was nowhere to be seen or heard. I watched over the field and took the casual glance behind me, but nothing, absolutely nothing. Eventually, the match was about to end and I closed the trap door to my hideout when the countdown hit one. I heard a hard thud once the wood of the door hit the floor. That's odd, never made that noise before…

I opened the hatch again to find that scout unconscious on the ground with a nice new bump on his head. I thought of just leaving him there to wake up confused with a headache while I walked back to the cozy base, but something inside me told me not to leave him there.

I dragged him up into the nest and put a few ice packs on his head while I found some of my stored food incase anything like this happened. I took a few bits for myself and set a few aside for him when he woke up.

At about eight o'clock, the kid started to shift around a bit and his eyes darted open. "Where the heck am I? Who the heck are you? Some sort of motorcycle cowboy?" I removed my goggles and bandana from my face and felt it would be right to introduce myself. "For your information, my name is Sydney, I'm not a motorcycling cowboy, and I'm the RED team girl that saved you from a load if embarrassment and a lecture for coming into your base late with a bump the size of a baseball on your head."

He then rubbed his head for a second and jumped up to grab his bat. He swung and hit me in the side, knocking me over the opposite corner of the room. "Yeah, and I'm Nick, the awesome BLU Scout who's gonna make you wish you never met me!" He brought the bat up above his head and slammed it down hard, but his eyes went huge when I caught it in my hand, "Now, is that any way to repay a person who did ya a favor?"

Nick grumbled for a few seconds and went to another corner, poking at the food I gave him and making sure the lemonade I gave him was actually lemonade. After a while of sitting in silence with nothing to hear but the chewing of food, I heard a tiny "Thanks." from Nick.

"You're welcome." I mumbled, keeping to myself as I poked my food with a fork. I wasn't used to being around someone for so long, but I guess it was ok; the guy seemed interesting enough to talk to.

After he finished, he must have gotten his strength back since he just babbled non-stop, apparently forgetting I'm the enemy and acting as if I was his best friend. "Yeah, and then when I was like, five or somethin', I hit my first home run! It was just like BAM! And I was all like, WHOO! Y'know?" Truthfully, I didn't know anything about baseball, so I just nodded and pulled my hat a little lower on my head, making everything a little more dark so I could fall asleep easier.

Eventually he ran out of stuff to say and shut up long enough for me to drift off into my dreams, which were soon interrupted by something poking at my shoulder. "Syd, Syndey… Can I, uh, kinda sleep next to ya? It's kinda cold." I moved over a bit and let him get under the small blanket with me. He either talks in his sleep or mumbles a lot because he never shut up, even while asleep. Eventually, the night got colder and the blanket wasn't as warm as it felt before. I started to subconsciously snuggle up to Nick, nudging my way to his chest as quietly as I could.

I heard a slight whine of protest and he began to talk full volume again when I leaned up and gave him a short sweet kiss. He tasted kinda like sugary blueberry pop or something, but it tasted fine to me. When I pulled away, he gave me a shocked expression, but I just giggled and said, "You talk to much."

The next morning he grabbed his stuff and hoped to get back to his base before anyone noticed he was missing. "Hey, I just wanted to say thanks again."

"No problem Nick."

"Hey, maybe next match I can show you my hiding place and I can show my thanks better."

"Oh, why not?" I said as he gave me a quick kiss on the forehead and sprinted off. Okay, I thought, Now I'm defiantly keeping my eye on him.