A/N: Way too much talking and way too little action, but I needed an ending for this so yeah.
"So anyway, I just, y'know, shot that freakin' moron right in his stupid face, I mean, he didn't even know who I was, right? He probably mixed me with someone else or something, I don't know, but seriously, he was like, BAM! Dead! I got the Intelligence and…"
Sniper smiled. He had started to get used to Scout being around, and he secretly enjoyed every second of it. The kid's stories tended to get more and more unrealistic, but this one was still the same. They were back in the tower where all this had started, with him almost killing the boy he now loved in a blind rage. His gun was pointing out of the window, ready to shoot whoever passed.
"Do ya see anyone?" Sniper felt Scout lay his head down at his right shoulder, sending chills down his spine.
A flash of red passed his scope.
BLAM!
A dead RED Scout fell to the ground.
"Nah, just annoying little pricks," he said, smiling mockingly.
"Whoa, funny." Scout punched his left arm jokingly, a gesture they'd been using more and more often lately. "Geez, I can't wait to get out of these damn casts. They're so fuckin' itchy. An' I wanna ruuuun!"
"At least yer unable to run in front of me scope all the bloody time," Sniper mumbled.
"I heard that."
"That was the point."
Scout sat down right next to Sniper, almost on him, even though the crate was more than big enough for them both. Sniper didn't complain, though, as long as he didn't disturb him too much, the boy was more than welcome enough to stay here. He wasn't really for any use on the field, either, as he was unable to both run and fight.
"Y'know," the kid said, starting to reach for a particular point on Sniper's body. "We're all alone up here…"
Sniper simply shoved Scout's hand away without even looking away from the scope.
"Scout, not now."
"But Snipes…"
"No."
"Are ya always this boring?" Scout asked with an overly done bored gesture that followed his voice.
"Nah, I'm usually way more borin'."
BLAM!
A clueless Demoman fell to the ground, head still intact. Scout laughed at him, mocking him.
"Whoa, dude, his head's still there? You freakin' suck!"
"I guess I had to compensatefor last night." Another strike at his arm. "Why don't you make yerself useful and fetch that coffee over there." There was no need to explain where it was, as there was only one extra thermos in the tower room.
"But-"
"No buts, I need some coffee."
"No butts, eh?" Scout leant over Sniper with his head turned and looked at him upside-down. It was a weird thing to do, but the boy had a tendency to do weird things, especially when he was bored. "I know one butt you liked pretty well." He laughed, but got slowly up. As he walked over to the thermos, Sniper could hear him mumble something about "that Australian is so goddamn boring".
"If yer so bored, why don't ya go do somethin' else?"
"'Cause I'm not sure how to get down."
"Come again?"
"I guess I'm afraid of falling."