The painful rays of light pierced through his closed eyes. A painful beating in his head became harder and louder by the agonizing ringing sound that stabbed his eardrums numb.
Scout opened his eyes tiredly and looked around. He felt his brainmass trying to process the current situation and lamely trying to remember how he ended up in his brown leather couch. He finally recognized the call of his doorbell, he pulled himself up. His bones were cracking and he felt like a rusty old mechanism that they rebooted. "Goddamn…" he muttered.
He ran his fingers through his messy hair and rubbed his face that felt stiff of sleeping in the couch.
His joints felt horrible and the headache in his head didn't improve the situation. He dragged his feet towards the door, tugging his shirt in his pants and wiping the dried drool off his chin and cheeks.
Scout's finger clenched around the doorknob and opened the door. The door creaked louder then usual, making his brain bounce harder around.
The door revealed a girl in scarf and thick jacket, Miss Paulings smiled broad from behind her blue scarf and held up two blade-device-like things that Scout couldn't really recall. He stared hung-over at her appearance. "Want to go ice skating?" she yelped out.
André opened his eyes, taking a deep inhale of women's perfume. He lifted his head from the flowery pillow and peered to his left, seeing the sleeping, blackhaired beauty of his dreams. He leaned over and planted a soft kiss on her forehead, quietly whispering ''Bonjour, ma petite amour.'' He threw another glance at the clock on the nightstand. 10.41. ''Saturday'' echoed through his head as he flashed back to the lovely time of yesternight, a bottle of wine, an open fire and her. He kicked the bedsheets off him, standing up carefully to not wake anyone up. He pulled his socks on, then pulling a pair of red suit-trousers on as well. The snoring of the lovely woman behind him brought a smile to his face. If only she knew.
"How the bloody hell did she get me to do this?" he thought to himself. He stood frozen and awkwardly in the middle of the icerink. He had never even wore these skateblades-things before!
He searched for Paulina in this mess of circling people, she was so excited she immediately scurried off. He tried to look for her black jacket and blue scarf but got her always messed up with some alike looking person.
Still quite hung-over he scooted over to the side and watched this chain of six-year-old girls glide by on the ice. He looked around and rubbed his gloved hands around. "Never liked winter, man. I rather spend my days on some island with a coconut in my hands." he thought to himself.
His eyes searched about once more and as he was near ending his search, he noticed the middle went open more and he saw Paulina skate in the middle with the pure elegance he would expect of her. She twirled over the ice, on the tips of her blades and some fancy trick she did with her feet. The people all looked at her, he heard the girls whisper in jealousy and fake-admiration. Scout couldn't help but to feel smug and proud, because that's his girl alright!
Paulina glided off into the crowd and met him halfway near the ledge of the icerink.
"Where did ya learn dat fancy trick and all?" Scout smiled at her.
"I've been figure skating since I was ten." She tried to catch her breath.
"Pretty damn impressive, I must say!" Scout helped her adjust her hat right and wipe the wet black hair out of her face. "Thanks." she whispered softly.
"I haven't seen you skate before! You've been standing here the entire time!" She tugged on his red puffy jacket.
"I'm not a great iceskater." He smiled embarassed.
"Oh come on, Benji!" she tugged him along, her purple gloved hand holding a firm grasp on his gloved hands.
André picked up the golden, digital watch laying on the nightstand, strapping it around his wrist. He peered at the display with a light snicker as he saw the full, blue bars. On he went, putting on a full red suit. Luckily, the colour-code uniform couldn't get him killed out on the streets anyway. Blue wouldn't be his style. He quietly closed the bedroom door behind him and took his overcoat, putting it on and fishing the carkeys out of the pocket and heading out of the frontdoor to his parked Rambler Classic convertible, which was covered in a light layer of snow.
He missed the lovely weather in southern France, but someone special kept him here now. André pushed the carkeys into the cardoor's lock and got inside, starting it up and driving out on the quiet sub-urban street. He idly went through an envelope filled with polaroid pictures with one hand, pulling up a certain one, where the RED Scout was being carried out by a purple-clad woman. A very suspicious, purple-clad woman. He knew her from somewhere. He put the picture back and speeded into the city of Boston. André had some new toys to use for his new spy activities
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André stopped outside his lover's son's apartment complex, a cigarette hanging limply from his lips as he presses a button, the car cloaking itself. Luckily, no snowfall. This will go according to plan. An hour passed before a white beetle pulled up infront of the apartment complex, the same woman from the picture stepping out holding two pairs of iceskates. André couldn't help but smirk. Young love, in a world like this - It made him happy. Unfortunately for mister Cooper inthere, there is no distant future with that woman. The BLU Scout, looking quite hungover, and the purple-clad woman went out again, hopping into the beetle before speeding off. André decloaked the car after checking for witnesses, stepping out and discreetly walking into the apartment complex. After running up to the second floor, he pulled up an extra-key and opened the door with a light creak.
The flat stunk of young runt. Sweat, deodorant, and he was sure he could smell a small layer of spunk somewhere. He stepped through the filthy kitchen, his face distorting with disgust as he saw the unclean dishes. André stepped into the bedroom and peered at the floor, covered in clothing. Like a vertical wardrobe. He stepped up to the nightstand and picked up a yellow note, examining it closely. ''Paulina - Longwood Avenue''. That's where he was headed next. He turned on his heel, but then heard the door open again, by pure instinct activating the Cloak and Dagger-device and hopping into a corner. He heard a familiar, scrawny ''Hello? Benji?''. After a few moments of silence he heard the steps getting closer. The person stepped into the bedroom and he quickly recognized Fred. What in the blue skies was he doing in his younger brother's room? Fred started ripping around in the mess on the floor, then peering under the bed and pulling out a paperbag, with the brand of a women's clothingstore. Fred rummaged through it and pulled out a small, velvet box, one used for jewelry of the nicest kind.
He decloaked behind Fred, his hands behind his back. ''Excuse me, Fred, but may I ask what you are doing in your babybrother's bedroom?'' Fred instantly shot up, peering behind him with a fearful expression, that very quickly warmed as he recognized him. ''Oh, André.. Shit, you scared me..'' André shook his head. ''That does not matter now, boy. What are you doing here?'' Fred slipped the box into his pocket, obviously thinking André did not notice. ''And what is that you just put in your pocket?'' Fred mumbled, peering around before walking up and trying to push André out of the way. André quickly reacted, grabbing Fred by the scruff, lifting him into the air and slamming him into the wall. Fred kicked around meekly, as André continued ''I will not tolerate you small puppies steal from eachother. Not now. Not ever.'' André reached his hand down into Fred's pocket and pulled the box out, before dropping him. ''Now leave. Real damn quick. And don't even try turning back to do this again.'' Fred peered at the hardwood floor with a sour face before walking out with determined steps, slamming the door behind him. André returned the paperbag and the box to it's original place, stuffing the papernote into his pocket. Time for further investigation.
They sat outside, still hearing the laughter and chatter of the built-up icerink in the middle of the centrum. Paulina rubbed her purple gloved hands together and blew some hot air in them. "So, Ice skater, uh?" Scout snickered and passed her a cup of hot chocolate milk. The sun started to set and the temperature dropped down fast, Scout took place next to her on the bench and sipped from his own cup.
"Thanks, and yeah, My mom wanted me to do ice skating."
"Pretty cool, we all did baseball. All my brothers were all in a baseball club, Except Alex, He was in the schoolband." Scout smiled.
"How many brothers do you have?" Paulina asked him, looking from her cup. She knew the answer already, but she just played along to keep the conversation running.
"Seven, I have seven brothers."
"Amazing how your mother keeps it together." she snickers.
"Yea, we all love Mom. Raising us all with no Dad. God bless that woman." Scout launched his cup in the garbagebin near him.
"You should come over this christmas and meet her." He spoke it out without realizing what he actually proposed to her.
"I mean, you're not obliged to do or anything and if you feel like-" He didn't knew what he was actually telling her, he was just nervously spitting out words and incoherent sentences. Paulina laughed and took his hand to calm his nerves down. "I would like to see your family at christmas, Benji" He let a relieved sigh out and looked down at her hand still in his and looked back at her smiling face. Her cheeks were red from the cold and her glasses were a bit fogged.
They both leaned in close to each other and shared a pleasant kiss on the snowcoated bench.
AN: Thank you all for your kind reviews, who knew Memes would come in handy?
We had some advice telling us that we use too much big blobs of text, and we should break it down more. How glad I want to break it down, everytime when I save it, it just automatically glues back together. so I started to use those lines between the POV's.
Anyway, We put André (RED spy, if you haven't guessed yet) as the Alpha dog in the household. Because, honestly. He is pretty damned Alpha in our imagination. Why is he following Scout around? You'll find that out later.
Why is Fred being so sneaky? Same, you'll find that out. OOOH SOOO MANY QUESTIONS!
Another note, We chose Benjamin as Scout's name, but we don't tend to use it that often. We don't want to lose the feeling of Scout. We do not like the stories where they just randomly skip from "Scout - Name", it's a shame, because you quickly lose the feeling of Team Fortress 2. So, we're just going to try and keep the balance.
We also we want to make clear that it's very obvious that Scout cannot take proper care of himself and that André pities him.
I also, put up a complete profile list of Scout's brothers, if you would want me to include it in the next chapters, let me know.
Peace out!