Madeline laid in her bed, in her room. Her bed was much more comfortable than the medical cot she was in a few days ago. The room was small, like every other room. There would barely be enough room for two people, most of the dorms here had two people co-habiting. She thought about getting up to get a snack, and getting something for Rousseau to eat. She pulled herself out of bed, and opened the door, onto to see a scout staring into Rousseau's tank.

"Oh, geeze..." She said breathlessly. "Scout!" He didn't turn to her voice. She walked in long strides over to him, grabbing his shoulders. "Scout?"

"Dieu merci, jou are 'ere." Said Rousseau, peeking over the edge of the glass. "...'E 'as been staring at me all morning."

"He hasn't tried to hurt you?" Madeline asked.

"Non." He said shortly. "'E just showed up, and 'e dropped 'is bat, and froze there."

"Why didn't you call for me? Or the Medic?" Madeline said, pushing the Scout to the floor, having him sit against the wall.

"I didn't want to scare 'im." Rousseau replied, sinking back into the water.

"Probably a good idea, actually." Madeline said. "Scout? Scout, it's okay."

"...HOW ARE THINGS OKAY?" He said, voice shrill. "WE HAVE A MONSTA' INNA FISHTANK."

Madeline quickly covered his mouth. "Quiet!" She hushed. "He isn't a monster, he's a spy, he's a BLU. He's on our side!" She explained, but he still sat there in shock. "Rousseau, has anyone else seen you so far?"

"Ze Pyro saw me, I didn't know what 'e was saying, but 'e was kind. 'E gave me a cookie." He grinned. "I 'ave not zeen anyone else, though."

"...You're a BLU?" Scout said, finally much calmer. Rousseau nodded to him, though he didn't rise to the surface.

"Scout, I need you to not tell the Demoman." Madeline explained.

"WE CAN'T HAVE THIS MONSTA' AROUND." Scout complained.

"Urhg," Madeline sighed out of frustration. "Do not tell him, I have plans for telling him, alright?"

"How did you find him?" "How big is he, really?" "I bet he could throw Heavy with a single tentacle!" "Is he slimy?" "mmph mh mphmhmhm?"

Scout followed Madeline's instructions on not telling the one person she told him to not show to the Spy. She didn't say anything about telling everyone else. Now she and Medic were stuck keeping a large crowd from getting too close.

"I don't care what he is." A soldier grunted. "If you say he's a BLU and an ally, I will treat him as such."

"Quite a calm reaction from you, Soldier." Medic pointed out.

The soldier adjusted his helmet. "If he makes one wrong move, I swear upon the great constitution of America, I will personally boil him and have myself a plate of calamari." And with that he left.

"So, he isn't gonna hurt no one, right?" A Scout asked. Rousseau surfaced, most took a step back.

"Ah... I would not 'urt nobody." He said. "We are, as madame Madeline put it, allies."

Madeline as well as the Medic were thrilled that the rest of the 2Fort BLU team accepted Rousseau. And she watched as his confidence soared, the Pyro would share his midnight lunches with him if he was awake, and the Scouts enjoyed including him in their games of catch. The only one who still didn't know was the Demoman.

"Catch this one, slimy." A Scout laughed, tossing a scuffed baseball in the air. Rousseau grinned as he caught it with ease, and chucked it in the air, for the scouts to fight over. As the oldest caught while the other two held their heads, having crashed into eachother, he sank in the water.

"Hey, Spy, c'mon, come back up." The third whined. "C'mon, man, or I'll start tappin' the glass, you fish hate that."

Rousseau surfaced, and spat water at him. "I am not a fish!" He sank into the water again, he found himself preferring the room temperature water to the hot dry air. The Scout with the baseball chucked it into his tank, where it made a loud plop! sound.

The tenta-spy surfaced again, jaw open and sharp teeth biting into the baseball, and he spit that out of his tank, too. The Scouts laughed loudly. "It's like he's friggen' Jaws!"

"So, you boys playing nice?" said a female voice. Rousseau smiled to see Madeline approaching.

"Yes, ma'am," Two said, while the third scout smiled. They remembered her previous scolding.

"Lunch was made, came down here to get you guys. Go and get something to eat, go on." She stepped out of the way as all three argued while they raced for food. "So, Rousseau, saw you were having some fun?"

"Ah, zhe scouts are fun, when zhey don't tap zheir fingers on zhe glass." He said, arms crossed and over the edge of the tank, while the rest of him floated in the water.

"Here, I brought your lunch to you." She pulled out a sandwich. "Heavy decided today was to be Sandwich day, so to avoid him rampaging through the building, every Tuesday will be all sandwiches."

"It is 'ard to zink zhey 'ave killed people." Rousseau said. "Do...kills 'appen often?" He bit into his sandwich, glad to find it was a meat-filled one.

"In bigger bases, I'd imagine so," Madeline said, simply. "Ones with more people, it's hard enough for a medic to watch eight or nine other teammates, any more than that, things get out of hand. You won't get to everyone in time."

"...'Ave jou killed anyone?" He asked. Madeline paused, thinking it was odd he was asking her this so timidly, when he had killed scouts days ago, and eaten human flesh to top that off.

"No, Rousseau." She answered. "I've only been in bases of eight or nine at most, and I've only been employed almost...two months?" Madeline was worried by the fact she couldn't remember how long she had been a mercenary for BLU. "I have more encounters involving me nearly killed, rather than the other way around."

"Wha-qui!" Madeline finished her sandwich.

"It was the enemy medic, also a woman, like me." She wrapped her arms over her chest. "That was before coming here. Things like that happen."