A/N: So what will happen since they shot each other? Read on to find out! I don't own TF2, that would be Valve.
Due to the fact they had each shot the other, Dahlia got the Spy's revolver, and Spy got Dahlia's shotgun, while Rachel got declassified. But that meant Rachel couldn't have gotten declassified, as it counted as a revolver shot, not a shotgun shot, which meant the guns didn't switch, which meant it was, and then the system just decided to kill them both, because they had just spawned a paradox, and it didn't like that. The result was an ear-splitting scream as the two forcefully suicided, and everyone stopped. "What was that?" the RED Sniper asked. "I do not know, bushman." Responded the BLU Spy, but then both Scouts pointed. "Uh, guys? Da girls are dead. Don't know how, since dose guns don't do damage, but yeah. Dey're dead." Then the administrator came on the loudspeakers:
"Due to a rather unfortunate mishap, our two new recruits have been disconnected from respawn. They have respawned now, but if they die again, they will not. As such, they cannot participate any longer until the issue is fixed. In the meantime, there will be a ceasefire." Everyone groaned. The match was getting hectic, and it would've been a tight finish, especially with them involved. But it was Administrator's orders, and their contracts mandated that everything the Administrator said was LAW. And so the copies disappeared, and by that point Rachel and Dahlia had stumbled outside. "Ow…" "What happened…" Scout ran up to Rachel. "You good yet?" Rachel mumbled a, "Not really…" Before he darted off to Dahlia. "You feeling OK?" He got a similar reaction. Medic decided to attempt to heal the two of them with the Medigun, but it didn't really work. "GAH! Dummkopfs! Help me!" But no one had any idea how to. Engie broke the temporary silence. "Hate to break it to ya, Doc, but I think we just gotta wait it out. Maybe something from spawn might do it." Medic narrowed his eyes. "THEN GRAB IT ALREADY, DUMMKOPF!" Engie jumped back. "Hey, Scout! Get the doc some meds!" Scout nodded, then sprinted into the spawn room and opened the locker. "Dammit! I dunno what half dis crap even is! Alright, dink Scout. Dey got headaches. Aspirin's good fo dat. But do we even got aspirin in here?" Hey looked through the cabinet, then found a small bottle labeled 'Aspirin.' Grabbing it, he ran back outside and jumped down. "Hey guys! Got da crap!" He tossed the bottle of pills to Medic, who then gave each of them a pill. "Alright, now we wait for zhe pills to kick in. Luckily zhe Medigun increases metabolism." Sure enough, the aspirin soon kicked in, and the two managed to stand up. Rachel asked when she stood up. "Alright, what happened?"
Sniper answered that. "You two shot each other, and then your guns got confused, and since those are connected to the bloody Resupply machine, Oi think it killed you to stop a paradox." They groaned. Dahlia muttered, "Really?" Then, Rachel said, "Alright, so we won't shoot each other at the same time. But only if she's my second person. If she's my first, nothing should happen, or if I'm not on primary at the time. Got that." With that settled, Demo asked, "Now lassies, what'll we do now? I dinnae ken meself." Everyone shrugged. Spy then said, "We should get inside first. I do not want to suffer heat stroke." There were murmurs of agreement, and they all convened on RED side (Technically the mercs were on both sides, and they had found that out after the Robot Wars. It was… sobering. In every sense. However, given that most of them didn't have much else to do, they just stayed as, well, mercs. The Administrator had actually made it impossible to leave, and even though everyone thought she had died, she showed up again, courtesy of some more Australium hidden somewhere) And so it was that the mercs were sitting in the living room at 2Fort, RED side, not having the slightest idea as to what to do during the ceasefire. The Administrator, Ms. Pauling, and the Medic had all made it clear in their own ways that extra training was not a satisfactory option. Soldier objected to this, but he was outvoted 8 to 1. And so they just sat there. Thinking. Then Scout said, "Why don't we watch a movie? I got nothin' betta to do." And so the mercs all plopped down to watch a movie. But now the question was… What to watch? You'd think a question like that would be easy for the mercs, having lived together for half a decade now. Even the new additions thought they had it figured out. But, mercs being mercs, it was bound to get ugly. Scout put in the first suggestion. Spy immediately rejected it, prompting the Bostonian to hop up out of his seat and punch the Frenchman in the face. Spy, shocked, stumbled into Demo, who turned around. Scout explained what had happened, then Demo said no, and suggested his own movie, but then Soldier called Demo a hippie, and it eventually spiraled out of control, resulting first in shouting, and then a brawl. And in the confusion, Dahlia ended up getting her shirt ripped off. She reacted by screeching, "EEK! PERVERTS!" The fighting stopped, and Scout crawled out of the pile. "Yo, not sure who did dat, bet dey's going down! I'mma make sure of it!" Dahlia looked at him. "Really?" Scout nodded. "Yeah! Scout's honor!" Dahlia pulled him in for a hug, her rather large assets pushing against his chest. Rachel laughed. Then, noticing Scout was turning a light shade of blue, she said, "Dahlia, I think you might be crushing him." Dahlia let go after that, spewing a quick apology. Scout waved it off. "Trust me. Heavy's worse. Much worse." Rachel, meanwhile, decided enough was enough and said she planned on heading back to her room. Dahlia was, too, understandably. But as they left, Pyro ran up to them, grabbed their wrists, and yanked them to its room, where it promptly bolted the door shut.
Outside, everyone else was confused. "What was dat?" Scout asked. No one knew, and they returned to what they were doing earlier. Sniper went back to his van, Spy picked up the newspaper he had been reading, Engie went down to the workshop, Medic and Heavy were playing chess again, and Soldier and Demo were having a drinking competition. That left Scout by himself, with nothing to do, again. "Oh come on, really?" And so he made it his mission to find out what the hell was going on in Pyro's room.
Speaking of Pyro's room, Pyro had taken its mask off to reveal a woman of Hispanic descent. "Hey guys! You two have no idea how long I've waited for more women to arrive! I mean, seriously, it's ridiculous. I'm Carla, by the way." Rachel and Dahlia were still a little shocked at the reveal, but went along with it. Pyro then took her suit off, revealing that she was a little flat compared to them. She was also not very tall, only at 5'7". But that didn't bother her. "So, what did you two do before you were mercs?" Rachel said, "Arms dealer." Dahlia said, "Rachel's supplier." Pyro then said, "Alright, so how'd you get involved with Mann Co?" Dahlia thought back to that day. "It was a little bit ago. I'd found a crate filled to the brim with guns that I knew Rachel would like, so I sent it to her. Next thing I know there's this woman talking to her about illegally owned Mann Co stuff. Then she gave us the contracts, and we said, why the hell not?" Pyro then asked, "Where are you two from?" Rachel said, "New Jersey." Dahlia said, "New York." Pyro giggled a little. "Wait, but I thought New Yorkers hated New Jersey." Rachel shrugged. "It's different for us. She's the next in line to inherit the Capisi legacy. Or, she was." Pyro gaped. "Capisi!? You're Dahlia Capisi?" Dahlia nodded. "Yep. I met Rachel in college, but we dropped out for reasons. You?" Pyro began, "So, I'm Mexican. That part's obvious. I came here with my family when I was little, and I've actually always lived in New Mexico. Those damn goggles in my suit are weird, by I accepted them." The other two then asked to try them on. When they did… "Woah… This is trippy…" Pyro laughed. "I know, right? Here, I'll take them off." Soon they were back to the normal world. "That's what I see on the battlefield. I know there's blood and gore and whatever, and I hate that, but having them on let me ignore it." Rachel then said, "So who else knows your gender?" Pyro replied, "Medic. Scout always calls me out for being a girl, but no one really believes him." Dahlia had to laugh at that. "He's adorable!" Pyro scoffed. "Adorable? Puh-lease, he's a man-child who hits on every woman he sees." Dahlia pouted. "Don't crush my dreams!" Pyro just put her hand on Dahlia's head. "Look. I know he sounds great, but you haven't lived with him for half a decade." Rachel put her hand on Dahlia's shoulder. "You know, Pyro's probably right. Wait and see, maybe?" Dahlia nodded. "Fine, mom." They all had to laugh at that. Then they heard a voice shout from the kitchen, "Dinner's ready!" And so with that, they unlocked the door and went out.
A/N: And Pyro's gender is revealed! Now that all that info's out of the way, I'll make a little bio sheet as a bonus with your next chapter. And if you're wondering, no, Spy's name will not be revealed. At all. Ever.