"How could I have lost control so easily?" Spy asks himself in his native tongue. He places two fingers on both sides of his temples, and starts massaging. He groans deeply in response. "Why did I have to kiss her?"
Spy, in any way, didn't have any concerns for Elise's sudden act for Spy's pain. Actually, he was glad that she snapped. His main aim was to have Elise know what the feeling of eliciting pain to another person was like. Just as the Medic said, Spy wanted her to be heartless; have no emotions. Because what happened if she started getting emotional on the field? She would get killed, and the team would lose. Spy didn't want to have that happen, especially from a trainee under his wing.
But something was really bothering him. He kissed her. That's it. Plain and simple. Why? That's what he was wondering as well.
He stretches his body and emits a growling yawn. His now calmed yet tense body falls onto the bed. He looks around his room tries to look for his picture of...
He sighs and closes his prickling eyes. "Stop it," he tells himself. He wasn't going to make the wall break now. He'd spent way too much time and effort to build it.
"What am I thinking?!" He suddenly sits up and stares at himself in his mirror on the wall. Some may have found it insane, but Spy thought that talking to himself was very assuring. "She's a Spy, for god's sake! How could I ever think that... no, arrête. She's a teammate, nothing more." He grins. "Just because I'm concerned for her safety does not mean anything. It's natural for me to feel concerned for a teammate." His reflection grins as well.
"But, Spy's don't feel any emotions. Why must this sudden defense have to be about her?"
Spy's face contorts as he ponders his reflection's question. "Yes, why must I feel so concerned about her?"
"You've never been worried about any other teammate's safety."
"Well of course not, they are men. They are fully capable of taking care of themselves."
"What are you suggesting? That the fact that she's a woman, that you believe that she is more delicate?"
"I would never think such a thing like that."
"Before you came here, you never thought that. You always-"
Spy's fists slam onto the desk beside his bed. He shakes his head and bites his lips to stop the thoughts from flowing in his brain and out of his mouth. "Stop it."
"Elise, catch!" Scout cries as he throws his baseball at her.
She flinches for a moment, her heart stopping. As soon as she realizes that he just tossed it to her, she opens her hand and catches the small ball easily in her palm.
"Nice catch," Scout smiles. He hops off of the couch and saunters in her direction. "Wanna play?" Scout reaches behind him and takes out a polished baseball bat.
"Uh, no, I don't know how to." Elise coughs awkwardly.
Scout grabs the ball from Elise's hands. "Hey Snipes, let's go."
Sniper grumbles as he closes his newspaper and downs the last of his coffee. "Alright," Sniper cracks his neck and starts to limber his way over.
The two men, more specifically one man and a boy, make their way to the exit. "You coming?" Scout turns back.
"Uh," Elise hesitates. She looks back at the war room. Pyro is on the ground watching the television, Demoman is predictably knocked out on the kitchen table, Engineer is across from him with his blueprints all over the place, and Heavy is on the couch behind Pyro. "Sure."
"Wait," Heavy booms just as Elise is about to round the corner. "Heavy have question for Spy."
Elise pops her head back in. "Yeah?"
"Do you see Medic? He has not returned to war room."
Elise starts to warm up again. "No, sorry."
Heavy nods and sighs, lazily going back to watching TV with a grizzly sigh.
The heat beats down on Elise's exposed skin on her mask. Once Scout and Sniper agree on a spot to play around, she takes a seat on the burning sand.
"Alright, we'll compare who can swing harder." Scout said with a huge smile. "I'll go first!"
"Whoa, whoa, whoa!" Sniper pulls on Scout's shoulder. "How will we do that?"
"Duh, you have to see how far you get the ball." Scout rolls his eyes and shakes his head. "Sometimes I wonder what's going through that dried up Australian mind, Sniper."
"Shut it, you jackrabbit. And sometimes I wonder about that American mind of yours, Scout. We only have one ball."
Scout unstraps his one strap backpack and drops it. Coming out of it are what looks like one hundred polished white baseballs. "Happy now?"
"Yes," Sniper grins. He takes his glasses from his vest pocket and puts them on. He then takes off his vest and rolls up his already short sleeves up to his shoulder.
Scout spits onto the sand and narrows his eyes, grinning wildly. He tosses the ball in his hand and glances at Elise, winking as he spins the bat. He turns on his heel, aiming his bat into the air. "This one's for you, Spy," he says cockily.
He swings the bat a couple of times, then after a quiet moment, he throws the ball high, getting into his batting position. The ball seems to disappear. Out of nowhere, Scout swings hard at something, most likely the ball. A loud crack of contact sounds, almost making Sniper's and Elise's ears ring.
"Whoo! Homerun baby!"
The ball shoots over the fence and into the dusty fields that are closed off from them.
"Try and beat that, old man." Scout gives Sniper a goofy side smile.
Sniper crosses Scout and grabs the bat roughly from his hands. "Just watch, young one." Sniper laughs. He bends down, grabbing a ball. He holds onto it tightly, causing his forearms to flex intensely. He too twirls the bat in his other hand, tossing the ball repeatedly in the air. Finally, he spreads his legs further apart, causing Elise to smile like a goof. He throws the ball not too high, but like the speed of a bullet, he gets into position. The air crackles like thunder when Sniper hits the ball. He swings so hard that he gets off balance, but makes up for it by placing the bat on the floor, regaining his balance. "There you go, Scout. Beat that."
Sniper's ball goes several more feet than Scout's. Being the young man with a big ego, Scout starts stomping around and yelling, throwing his hands in the air. He goes up to Sniper's face, accusing him of cheating. He stomps in circles as he starts murmuring to himself.
Sniper torques his midsection to look at Elise. He smiles and walks over to her, towering her like she's an ant. He holds his free hand out to her and she takes it, Sniper pulling her up with ease. "Wanna try?"
"No, I really can't play sports. I'm not that fit," she starts to blush from embarrassment.
"C'mon, I'll teach you." Sniper shoves the bat into her hands and puts his hand on the small of her back, leading her to the spot where Sniper was. "Here, hold it like this." His hands guide her gloved ones over the wooden bat. His giant hand cups hers while his other reaches around her body to hold the other. Scout stops his curses and looks over at the two; Sniper's full frontal body is pressed tightly against Elise's, his hands over hers on the bat.
"Oh, no! Sniper stop! It's my bat! I'll teach her!" Scout's hormones go on a rampage as he charges at the older man. He gets knocked down when Sniper lifts his long leg, Scout running into it and getting clotheslined. "Oh, that hurt..."
"Now, follow my movements." Sniper whispers in her ear. He places his chin on her shoulder, swaying his body as if he was up to bat. "Do you feel the movements?"
"Yeah," Elise smiles as she watches the bat swing through the air. "Let me hit a ball."
"You think you're ready?" Sniper lets go of her hands and is about to leave, but Elise speaks up.
"Wait! No, I think I forgot the movements. I'm afraid I'm just not fluid enough," she excuses. Sniper's hands return to their position on hers.
After several moments of swaying, Sniper suddenly leaves. Elise can feel the thin layer of sweat that both of their bodies produced. A small gust of wind blows between the fabrics, making her shiver. Goosebumps cover her body.
"Alright," Sniper's hand goes on her back. His other hand holds a baseball in front of her. "Keep looking at the ball, don't take your eyes off of it."
"Okay," Elise responds in concentration. Sniper tosses the ball lightly, but Elise manages to hit it, the ball going over the fence. "Woohoo! Sniper, look! I did it!"
She drops the bat and turns around, jumping into Sniper's arms. She hugs him tightly as he hesitates to wrap his arms around her waist. "Good job, sheila."
Elise pulls her head back and looks into his sunglasses, her own face showing from the reflection from the glasses. She releases one arm from his neck and pulls off his aviators. "I couldn't see your eyes from under these," she smiles.
Sniper smiles back, but it soon fades when Scout groans in pain. He drops Elise and picks up the bat, swinging in the air.
"What?" Scout says, still a little dazed. "Oh, right..."
He shakes his head and jumps up with a wince. "Screw you Sniper."
"Oh, Spy already beat mine." Sniper turns back to look at the two. Elise just stands there dumbfounded. "That ball over there is hers," Sniper says as he directs both of their attention to his ball.
"What?! Dammit Spy!" Scout shouts. He rips the bat from Sniper's hands and picks up a ball. He hits it, not getting anywhere near Sniper's ball.
Sniper smiles at Elise, and Elise smiles back. She looks down at the dusty ground and sees his shadow come near. But she doesn't want him near her...
Elise turns around and walks into the building, shaking her head.
"What the hell am I thinking?" she asks herself.
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