Team Fortress 2 Fanfiction – part 3

Normal Saturdays mainly consisted of waking up late, either staying at home to play video games or go out to hang out with friends and sleep late for Sunday. That was what Alexander would have preferred over his chaotic Saturday with the red team.

Alexander was still trying to recover from his initial shock of not remembering anything. He thought he had no other choice but to just deal with the situation he was in and let it all soak in. But he couldn't have imagined his original self being able to handle such high levels of noise and energy on what he once hoped to be a peaceful Saturday.

It started off with Alexander lying in red colour bed. His room was decorated with posters of rifles, arrows and submachine gun. He seemed pretty pleased that his room was relatively neat and tidy compared to the rest of the base before he slept. However his deep sleep did not last long as he was rudely awakened by the sound of furniture toppling over and plates breaking. He grabbed his pillow and forced it over his ear, but he could still hear the sound of everyone else who was awake except him running havoc in the lounge. He couldn't tell what they were arguing about, but his hunch told him Andrea started the fight with William first.

Than it was breakfast. After Alexander dragged himself out of bed and washed up, he made his way to the dining room, not expecting anyone to have taken any initiative to cook for the rest of the team. However, he was shocked to see Andrea wearing a lacy pink apron cooking breakfast for everyone. He felt touched for a moment that even such a rude and haughty girl could actually be such a caring little angel inside. But no matter how much he tried to convince himself that only the thoughts matter, he looked at the whole kitchen covered in soot and the smell of burnt bacon and eggs.

According to Oswald, Andrea has never tried or bothered cooking a meal for herself before, let alone the whole team. She would settle on preserved frozen food or just order someone who was decent at cooking like David to prepare the meal.

Some of the guys started to joke about how Andrea had missed Alexander too much and which was why she decided to do a little something special for her "returned true love". The laughter turned into sheer fear when Andrea blasted a bullet hole in one of the wooden cabinets just two and a half feet where Benjamin was standing.

"This girl's insane...Who cooks breakfast with a fully loaded gun in her belt holster?" Alexander thought to himself and sighed, "I'll just have cornflakes for today..."

Alexander didn't have much to do that Saturday. The internet connection there was terrible and the television screen was all cracked and dusty. He was surprised anyone would still be able to watch shows on that thing. He decided to get acquainted with some of his team members. Since he had nothing better to do, and it would be a good idea to get to understand the people he would be fighting alongside with better. He knew talking to Mr. Pyro was not an option since he could barely understand what he was saying under the gas mask.

He decided to talk to Murdock, but it was a huge mistake. He knocked on the demoman's door and when he heard sounds of bumping and falling, he got worried. He kicked the door open and was only greeted by Murdock spinning around in circles with a half empty beer bottle in his hand. Alexander immediately pinched his nose and scowled at the sight of the room. There was dirty clothes and empty beer bottles laying everywhere. It smelled like a dumpster in there, very fitting for Murdock's character.

Talking to Laurance was pretty bad too. For some reason or another, Laurance seemed to be very cold towards Alexander. Although he spoke as if they had known each other for a long time, which they most probably did, Alexander couldn't help for catch a hint of hostility in Laurance's eyes. Not that Laurance had been rude to him or anything. The Frenchman was very hospitable and had welcomed Alexander into his clean and odor-free room warmly, which Alexander was thankful for. But there was tension between the two, as if they had been friends yet strong rivals. Yet rivals of what? One was a sniper and the other was a spy, they would have no reason to feel tense around the other, or so Alexander thought.

It turns out that spies and snipers had a long history of rivalry between them. It was said snipers were the Spies' favourite targets. Since they would be too occupied with looking through the scope of their rifles, the spies would sneak up from behind the sniper and backstab them to death. It seemed like a pretty reasonable explanation for why they would feel that way around each other but it just doesn't add up. To Alexander, having a reputation for hating one another didn't seem reason enough to have such a tense atmosphere between them. Plus, they were friendly and open towards the other person. Surely any reasonable sniper or spy would set aside such a ridiculous past in their mind and befriend the other. No, Alexander knew there was another more solid and secret reason for him feeling so uncomfortable with Laurance. He just couldn't figure what it was yet.

He felt it best to get to know the more open and friendly ones before trying to communicate with people like the Pyro or hyper-active Benjamin.

He looked around the base for David the engineer who he thought was the most approachable out of them all. He seemed confused as to where the friendly Texan would have gone. But after getting some directions from Boris, he would David working on a weird complex contraption in the machine room.

"Hey, David"
"Howdy! Alexander, what brings you here?" David smiled, turning back to look at him.

Alexander walked up next to david and sat on the floor, watching as David took out his wrench.

"I have nothing better to do...so I thought it'd be good if i came and spoke with you."

"Ah...i can use a lil' company." David grinned, trying hard to fix the nuts on the contraption.

"So...what is this thing you're working on?" Alexander asked, hoping to get a relaxed conversation going on.

"Oh, this? Why, I'm trying to fix this damn respawn machine..." David hit the top of the machine in frustration, "Dang this stupid thing...it always breaks down... No matter how many spare parts i put into it always finds a way to spoil itself on the inside. I have better get this repaired before lil' ol missy gets mad again..."
Alexander sighed, "oh yeah, that spoiled Sheila...I wonder how you guys are so comfy around her. Just looking at her gives me the chills."

"Now do you hear yourself, Alex?" David laughed and set his wrench down to look at him, "You would never say such a thing about Andrea before..."

"That was me before i had amnesia, i don't have a bloody idea what's going on around here and she acts like a proud ankle biter ready to kill anyone who insults her...and everyone here gives in to her as if she was a cute little kitten..."

David sighed a little and forced another smile, "She was one...before the incident..."

Alexander couldn't help but feel extremely curious.

"What exactly went wrong that changed all this?"

"Well...everything went wrong. Atleast, in Andrea's perspective." David said in a painful tone, as if he was talking about his own story, " We all used to treat her like our own lil' sister...she was a good kid. Willin' to learn... Carin' and outgoin'... She was most attached to you..."

"...And then what happened?" Alexander asked, leaning forward slightly.

But before David could continue the sorrowful stroy, the door flung open and in came Andrea.

"DAVID! IS THE RESPAWN NOT DONE YET?!" Andrea scowled and crossed her arms, yelling at the poor Texan.

"Just a moment and it'll be repaired, lil'"

"REPAIRED?! I told you to REPLACE the thing not REPAIR it! Just how many times have you fixed that damn computer thingy and it just breaks down the next moment?!" she scolded him.

"W-well I only have enough money for spare parts..." David tried to explain.

"Then save up MORE money to buy a new respawn! Unless you want history to repeat itself, i suggest you get your ass together and buy a new machine! I'm not gonna be the one to clean your dirty mess again!"

Than the door to the machine room slammed shut.