The RED team were transported through time, and rematerialised at Teufort in roughly the same positions that they had left from. However, in the three years that they had been gone, the bases seemed to have aged considerably. The Administrator's voice boomed through the loudspeakers.
"Mission begins in ten seconds!"
Soldier, who had materialised on the covered bridge with his rocket launcher, shotgun, and shovel, stood in a defiant position in front of the BLU base. Meanwhile, his team-mates, who had also materialised with their weapons, hurried to the battlements to see who their replacements were, before noticing Soldier was being his usual self. No one was able to do anything about it, as the mission began immediately afterwards.
The RED team saw their replacements run onto the battlefield, showing the lack of skill that the replacements had. Despite this, they were more interested in the reaction of the BLU team rushing out onto the battlefield, and discovering Soldier right outside their base with his rocket launcher in one hand, shovel in the other, and a massive grin plastered over his face.
"Did you miss me, you communist maggots?" inquired Soldier, before the shocked BLU team were either gibbed or smacked around the face by a garden tool.
The Administrator, sitting in her office, watched with mirth the BLU team react to seeing their enemy from 1967, and, after years of their skills worsening due to the rapidly assembled RED team, having to adjust their tactics.
After the battle, a decisive RED victory, both RED teams returned to their base. Engineer, looking at the Mann Co. calendar on the wall, saw that it was April 30th, 1986, which was nineteen years after the electromagnetic pulse had transported him and the rest of his team into the future.
Talking with the replacement Engineer, the former Engineer found out that the replacement team were rapidly assembled and badly trained. Also, Engineer found out that RED had lost every battled since his disappearance, and that the replacement RED team were slowly getting better, while a superior RED team was supposedly training but never appeared.
Strangely enough, despite never getting many letters through the post and that the former RED team had been away for so long, there were a couple of outstanding bills for Soldier's rib-eating habits, a letter from the US government to Sniper saying that his Jarate was now considered a biohazard, and a letter for Heavy from one of his sisters.
Sniper ignored his letter, Soldier wrote out a check for the money he owed to the Rib Palace, but Heavy read his letter, and his face fell.
"Oh no." grunted Heavy.
"What's up, mate?" asked Sniper.
"My sister, the one who moved to Ukraine, has been evacuated from her home. And she decided to come here."
"Why's she been evacuated?" asked the replacement Scout.
"A reactor at one of Soviet Russia's glorious nuclear power plants has gone boom, so the area was evacuated a few days later." replied Heavy.
"But how are we going to accommodate Heavy's sister? There are already eighteen of us here, in the middle of a war. It won't end happy, I'll tell you that." said Sniper.
"Vell, there are several spare beds in the surgery. The Fräulein could sleep there, at least, until better accommodation can be sorted out." said the replacement Medic.
The following day, there was a cease-fire as the Administrator decided what to do with the former RED team, so both RED teams were a little on the nervous side. The former Sniper, in his nest, saw a small figure on the edge of his horizon, coming from the direction of the train station in Well. Sniper looked down the scope of his rifle, and, thanks to the distance, fiddled with the scope until he could see who the person was.
It turned out to be a stereotypical Russian woman, similar to Heavy in many respects, but with lots of blonde curly hair. She was carrying a suitcase. Sniper picked himself up from where he was sitting, and went looking for Heavy, who was playing chess with Medic.
"Oi, fatty, it looks like your sister is comin'." said Sniper.
"I will go meet her." replied the Russian.
Sniper and Medic watched as Heavy lumbered off to the woman, and, after several moments of talking, gave her a bear hug. The schizophrenic horned man, Cernunnos, crept up behind them, until he realised that he was terrorising the wrong fanfiction, and completely disappeared. Heavy then escorted his sister to the RED base, where they talked to each other, until the other RED mercenaries started asking lots of questions about her and her life.
The following day, the 1967 RED team went to the Administrator's office, at her request, to answer her questions. These went along the lines of "where did you go?", "what happened?", and "how did you get back?", and the RED team answered as best they could. After she asked these questions and got some answers, the Administrator went into thought. A short while passed, before the Administrator payed them that week's wages, two weeks severance pay, and formally sacked all of them. The former RED team left the office after that.
Most of the team were uncertain about where to go, but each team member eventually decided that they would go back to their home country or state after training their replacements. This took many months, and a lot of dirty words at almost every time of day and night. When the replacements were of a decent skill in their profession, the work of the former RED team was done. Over the days following this, the former RED team slowly left the RED Teufort base, until none of the 1967 team remained.
Five hundred years later, Mrs Warren, after days of boredom, bought a book from a suspect dealer, before realising it was a rather old and battered copy of Get to the Firefly, Lads!. Inside the cover, the book stated that it was first printed in the 1990s. Zoë called Mal over.
"Looks like they might have been telling the truth about being from 1967, and they got back around the time that they left." said Mal.
"Sure does, sir." replied Zoë.
"Now, we're going to talk to Badger about this deal he mentioned."
"Right you are, sir."
A/N That's probably the end of this fanfiction. I might continue it sometime in the future, but I don't have any clues as to how I could write it. Reviews would be appreciated.