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Say goodbye to ya kneecaps, chucklehead!	By : Imaginary Category: +S through Z > Team Fortress 2 Views: 1785 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
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On the morning Scout woke up next to the Engineer, and he blushed madly. He remembered yesterday bright and clear, and and he must had some kind of adrenaline based high, because he had been all over himself.

He still couldn't bring himself to regret it though. He turned on his side so that he was facing the Engineer, and he feigned sleep. He put his hand next to his side, even if it meant that he would have to brush it against Engineer's chest. Totally accidentally. He sighed, and went back to sleep eventually.

When he woke up the second time, the Engineer had gotten up and was at the kitchen. Scout could tell by the delicious smell that came from the other end of the trailer. Scout smiled when he thought about the delicious food first thing in the morning, and he started to put on some clothes. "Smells delicious there!" He yelled at Engineer on the other side of the trailer, and listened for Engineer's reply. "I'm making bacon and eggs."

Scout loved bacon.

"Awesome. Can I ask you a favor though?" He stretched and yawned, but tried to work himself fully awake.

"Sure." Engineer said, and came by so that Scout could see him. The man still held the spatula in his hands, and Scout was taken aback by what he saw. The man was not wearing his goggles or the hard hat like he always did, but he was natural, wearing jeans and a white cotton shirt with red checkers. The man looked good. He was relaxed and casual, and his eyes were a nice bright shape of brown that they were easily recognized from the background, even if the Trailer was bright with light.

The man should wear his regular clothes more often. On a side note, Scout should hide his overalls immediately.

"Um, yeah. I mean, could you get my legs?" Scout mumbled, and hard difficulties with getting his eyes off the man. He could keep checking him up for hours on end.

"Yeah, I'll be back in a sec." Engineer said, and disappeared, and Scout couldn't help how well the jeans fit the man's bum. The overalls didn't give the man any credit.

"I'm doomed." Scout mumbled, and raked his hands through his hair. He was done for, lusting for a man probably more than twice his age, but damn, he couldn't help it. He had had his share of crushes and even a small romance once, but no-one managed to stir him up like the Engineer did.

He didn't even bother thinking about his sexuality anymore, he was so over the board about Engineer that it was pretty clear where his interests were.

Engineer came back soon with the legs, and Scout accepted them with a smile, and a thank him. He started fastening them, and went to join Engineer in the kitchen.

He was really on the edge all the time he was close to the man, because he wanted to get comfy with him. He wanted to hug him, kiss him, and do questionable things, but oh so good things to the man. Scout casually laid his hand on Engineer's shoulder, and he noticed that he was actually a little bit taller than Engineer. He was sure that even if he would have his real legs, he would still be taller, so it wouldn't just the the prosthesis doing. He was already getting a pretty bad inferiority complex about being always below everyone, having to look up to everyone he talked to from his wheelchair, and having his neck ache after every day. He was pleased to note that he had gotten his height back. He could once again feel better about himself when he stood tall.

"How's the food cooking?" He asked, and smelled the food. Delicious as always.

"I got the last eggs on the pan, if you get the plates, we are all done here." Engineer said, and Scout grinned.

He reached over the Engineer, leaning against the man as he reached for the plates. He might not get all handsy on him, but he was damned if he couldn't play a tease. He would lay hints, and eventually Engineer would get it. Scout reached up higher, shamelessly rubbing against Engineer as he took them both glasses from the higher self, and he took them to the table.

He could see engineer lay a confused glance at him, but he could also see the blush on the man's cheeks, so none of his efforts had gone to waste. Scout felt himself daring. He went to get the utensils, and took Engineer by the hip to push him slightly aside, so he could get the drawer open. He let his fingers linger, but not too long so it wouldn't be too obvious, and he took the forks and knifes.

"All ready here." Scout said, and sat on his side of the table. He had claimed the seat right next to the door as his. Or actually, the place was given to him. Since it was the closest to the door, that was where he was always put down when he was carried in. He didn't mind. The sun always shone in from the window behind him, so at least it didn't hurt his eyes.

Engineer brought the food in, and put some eggs and bacon on his plate, taking the rest himself. He put aside the frying pan, and sat next to Scout, who had watched him during the whole time. Scout wiggled his brows at him, and stuffed his mouth full of eggs, humming with delight. They truly were cooked to the perfection. Engineer always knew exactly how he liked his eggs.

"Delicious." Scout mumbled with his mouth full, enjoying every bite.

They ate the food while Scout tried to come up with all kinds of things to talk about, trying to fill the kitchen with chatter.

"Would you like to go on a walk with me, I have gotten the gist of this walking thing so well." Scout boasted, and Engineer agreed. "Yeah, sure, put let me grab my goggles first." Engineer smiled and went to get his goggles. Scout really felt like throwing those things in the trash. Engineer had nice eyes.

"Yeah, I'll crab my cap." Scout put on his cap, and made sure that his eyes were protected from the sun properly. It was always so bright outside.

"Okay, let's go." Scout went out first, and waited for Engineer to come along. He saw his ball on the ground, and he picked it up. He felt like playing some ball, actually, he felt like practicing his hits.

"Hey Engineer, can we go by the supply? They always have bats there, I would like to play some ball." Scout said, and Engineer shrugged. "Sure." He said, and closed the door. Scout walked so close to him the whole way he might as well have been glued against Engineer's side.

"This feels exactly like my old bat." Scout noted, and did a couple of warm up swings. "I guess it must be the same provider then." Engineer assumed, and closed the supply behind him, and the Scout and him went to the back of the fort to train some batting. Behind the fort they had the biggest clear area to train in, so they wouldn't have to worry about breaking anything. It was practically desert out there.

Scout was telling Engineer about a great event that happened a few ears back, about him and his older brother winning the game with a tight score. He told how he had managed to make the most epic swing ever, while his brother had been flirting with the cute girl with strong arms in the other team, thus distracting her from running after the ball. She was a good sport though, and came in to the family Christmas dinners when invited, and actually got up with his brother some time later.

During this speech Scout had managed to sneak his hand on Engineer's shoulder.

"Well what are you queers doing here?" Scout whipped his head around to see the RED Scout sneer at him, and Scout growled instinctively. "What is it up to you, you fuck face," He cussed and flipped him the bird. "Well, I should have expected the Engineer to build you some nice toys." The RED Scout said, obviously not giving a damn about Scout's attitude.

"Well, yeah. I could take you on anytime!" He yelled, and Engineer tried to pull him back to calm down, but Scout shrugged his arm off.

"Yeah?!" The RED Scout inquired, and Scout yelled a confirming "Yeah!" At him.

"Bring it! Here and now, no guns!" He yelled, and the other Scout waved his bat so it was resting on his shoulders. "You make it too easy!" He teased, and lazily walked forwards.

"Well, I will prove you wrong!" Scout yelled, and prepared his bat. "Scout, don't." The engineer tried, sounding really worried. "It's okay, I can take him."

"No you can't! He is better, he has killed Scout's twice your size!" Engineer tried, but Scout laughed.

"A Scout twice my size would be a super fat Scout! I'll be fine!" Scout tried to shoo Engineer off, but the man was worried.

"Finished talking to your boyfriend yet?" RED Scout yawned, and prepared his bat as well.

"What does it matter to you who I talk to!" Scout yelled, and looked at Engineer.

"Go get the Sniper, or the medic, or get them both, whatever, just go." Scout mumbled, hoping that the man would take his word. Having him here now would be too big of a distraction, and he would get himself killed by his carelessness.

Engineer hesitated, but when The RED Scout started to approach Scout to attack, and the Scout did likewise, Engineer decided to do just that. The man was probably the lowest runner right after Heavy, but Scout knew that he could trust him with his life.

He charged the RED Scout.

At least they had a big area to fight at, with nothing to come between them, but they didn't have any hiding places, or tactically placed objects so they could at least have the home advantage caused by the terrain. It was just plain, even, clear desert for as long as one could see.

Scout braced himself to hit, ready smash the RED Scout's head in, but he was taken aback by how fast the other was. He didn't blow in hits that bruised your whole side, but he did quick, precise stab like hits that made Scout's ribs ache.

He tried to protect himself, and get a good punch in, but he couldn't get enough force behind it before there was yet again a hit on his ribs.

Scout tried to get some distance between them. He was running around like a rabbit being chased by a wolf. He made quick jumps to get away from the other's path, and he tried to evade all the hits that came his way. He had seriously misjudged his opponent, because the RED Scout was probably the fastest man he had seen to date.

The RED Scout prepared for a punch, and Scout knew it was coming, and he started to avoid it, but he was too slow and too close, he cot the hit on his side, and he was sure that he broke a rib. The pain was so bad, it made him flinch. He knew the RED Scout's tactic now, he would lay quick but weak punches, to soften up the target, and he would then hit full on, breaking bone immediately. Scout was losing. He fell on his back thanks to the force of the hit, and he rolled around, only to see the RED Scout holding the bat above his head like some Texas chainsaw murderer held his weapon, but he had no time to take in all the detail. Scout lifted up his leg, and managed to block the hit with it. It made his leg shake and tingle, but it didn't hurt at all. It made a loud clang as it hit, but that was it.

"Get the fuck away from me!" Scout yelled, and he kicked the RED Scout off, making the other grunt as his metallic leg sunk in to his stomach, throwing him back.

And then Scout realized what his tactic was.

Scout tried to Stomp the RED bastard, but the other was too quick, and rolled away from him. Scout tried madly to kick him, or at least get him to stay away from reach, but he couldn't land any good ones.

Scout decided that his best chance was to try and steal the RED Scout's bat away from him. The man was fast and strong, but if he couldn't reach he was done for.

Scout charged, and even If the RED Scout was trying to swing his bat at him, Scout managed to tackle him down like in American football. The RED Scout grunted as he was showed in to the ground so hard Scout could hear his breath wheeze. Scout jammed his metallic knee on the RED Scout's face, and he fought the bat off the other's arm, now fielding two of them himself. He didn't have time to boast about it because the RED Scout swung them both around, Scout almost dropped the both bats as the RED Scout wrapped both his hands around Scout's throat, throttling him. Scout gagged, but swung both his bats, hitting them to both sides of the RED Scout's ugly head.

It was enough for the Red Scout to loosen his hold, so Scout could push him off. He then performed somersault backwards, and got back to his legs from the ground, even though with a little teeter.

"You are worse than I though." The RED Scout mumbled, and Scout was surprised how unhurt he looked. He had been thrown around and hit, but the man just looked a little ruffled that's all. Scout himself was sagging to the side, favoring his right side over the left where he knew was a cracked rib.

"The Feeling's mutual." Scout hissed, and he tried to even his breath. He was panting.

The RED Scout ran at him, and Scout swung the Bats, but the RED Scout managed to knock them both away from him, they were thrown pretty far, away from either of their reach.

Scout drew his hand Around the RED Scout's neck, and he threw himself backwards, taking the RED Scout with him. He rolled them around in the air, and he landed on top of the RED Scout, making sure to cram his elbow on the other's back. This was hopeless, it would take forever to kill a guy by hands only.

The RED Scout twisted himself around, and hit Scout square on the jaw, making Scout fall back, but when the RED Scout was coming for another attack, Scout managed to land a kick on his jaw.

When the RED Scout was falling back, Scout took the change to swing himself back to hit feet, managing to land another kick on the RED Scout's chest as he swung, kicking him backwards. The RED Scout was laying on his back at the Ground, and Scout ran towards him, and jumped at him, landing on his knees on the RED Scout's chest, and Scout wanted to believe that he actually heard a crack from the other's ribs.

The RED Scout growled as he hit Scout on cheek, and rolled them around once again. Scout managed to free his hand from under him, and he hit the RED Scout right back, before taking a hold of the other's throat.

The RED Scout held his arm, trying to tear it off his throat. The RED Scout put his hand on Scout's throat again, with murder intend tinting his eyes. Scout thought that this would evolve in to a fight between who can hold his breath longer, but he was now willing to use any means possible. His legs were totally pinned under the RED Scout, but he still had one hand free, so he dug his fore -and mid finger in to RED Scout's solar plexus, making the other flex and jolt up, presenting Scout with an opportunity to stand, but he didn't have time to, because the RED Scout managed to recoil and tackle him down already.

"You are such an asshole." The RED Scout cussed, and took hold of Scout's throat with both hands this time, squeezing so hard Scout thought that his eyes are going to pop.

"Scout tried to fight the hands off but with no effort, the RED Scout was just too strong. He tried to think about anything, and he could hear the blood rushing in his ears.

Scout had an idea. He let go of the RED Scout's hands, and he felt the grip tighten around his throat, but he had a plan. He spread his hands, and slammed them palm open against the RED Scout's ears, shattering his eardrums.

The red Scout immediately let him go and grasped his ears, and Scout coughed as he swaggered up. His throat hurt, and he was sure hat he would have a very ugly bruise there.

The RED Scour was wobbling on his feet, and Scout hissed. The man deserved it, deserved to have his world wobble and balance fail him.

Scout walked to him, trying to hold himself together, and he kicked forwards, aiming for the RED Scout's legs. He was way too fast to be dealt with. The RED Scout fell on his knees, but Scout wasn't sure if the kick worked. The RED Scout seemed to somehow muster more strength from somewhere withing, and like a berserk man he hit Scout on the groin with all the strength he could muster in a single hit. Scout immediately fell on the ground, cradling his family jewels.

"You son of a bitch, that's dirty!" He hissed, but he was pretty sure that the RED Scout couldn't hear him.

He Couldn't even move from the pain before the RED Scout was already on him, bashing his head in, making Scout dizzy. He was spitting blood, and he felt a farm trail going down the side of his eye. The RED Scout had a hold from his throath, and he kept slamming Scout's head on the ground time after time, making Scout swallow the dirt that raised in the air by the force the back of his head was pummeled in to the ground.

Scout tried to get a hold of himself, and he forced his eyes open to see the mad man, and he raised his arms to strike.

Scout dug his fingers between the RED Scout's ribs, but even that didn't make the man let go, Scout tried to claw him off him, but this time the man was simply unmovable.

"Just fucking die!" Scout yelled as he hit his fist on the RED Scout's throat, trying to crash the windpipe.

The RED Scout went off him, but Scout was too tired to move. He saw everything in double, and he was probably full of bruises everywhere. He kept wheezing for breath, but with how badly his head was swinging, he hardly could feel secure. He had gotten so many hits already, he thought that there were more than just that one rib broken.

The RED Scout crawled on top of him, he was moving slowly, obviously hurting as well.

He started talking, and his voice was raspy, unclear, and it sounded like a hiss. The man's throat obviously didn't allow the man to speak properly anymore.

"You fucking son of a bitch just can't get off my land can you!" The RED Scout was yelling really loud in to Scout's ear, and Scout understood that he had lost his hearing momentarily, thanks to the shattered ears. There would not be a reason to yell so loud otherwise. "You should know by now, that I'm stronger, I have never lost a fight!" He yelled, and Scout cringed. The man took a hold of his collar, and pulled Scout up, and Scout felt something very hard against his chest. He peered down from the corner of his eye, and he knew exactly what it was, because he had held a similar object nearly every day. It was the shatter gun.

"I don't fight fair!" The RED Scout said, and he knew that this was his last change to do something. He threw the Red Scout off him with the strength he could muster. He curled his legs up and he kicked them together with as much strength that he could muster, causing the other to fall backwards thumbing. He managed to kick the other in the middle of his chest. When the RED Scout toppled over he let go of Scout's collar. Scout heard a gunshot pierce the air, but since there was no pain, he bet that it didn't hit him. A misfire.

Scout panted loud, and there was blood and adrenaline rushing through his veins, making Scout hyper aware. He felt like everything that happened beyond this point onwards was on speed wind.

He tried to hit the man the best he could, he unsuccessfully tried to get the gun off him, but nothing worked.

The RED Scout threw him off from him, and Scout hit the ground so hard he thought that his tailbone cracked. He saw the RED Scout aim the gun at him, and he didn't hesitate. Scout tried to jump up and kick him, but the other already fired. The loud ring of gunfire echoed in the air again, and Scout could feel dispersion sunk in his skin, and he growled in pain. He felt the sting and hurt, but he was still alive. The pain was horrible, but he was alive.

Scout tried to fight his eyes open, but the pain had crammed them shut. Scout heard a loud thud not more than a meter from him, and finally managed to open his eyes. He coughed up blood, and the sight of the blood horrified him. It was everywhere, on the ground, on him, on the other Scout who was laying on the Ground. Scout stared at him in shock, and he could see the other's eyes open, staring at the sky with victory in his eyes, grinning. Scout saw the blood trailing from his ears, and from the side of his mouth. He saw the big gaping hole in his chest, and it was oozing warm, deep red blood. Scout stared at him in shock, and he tried to understand what had just happened. He looked at himself again, and he saw that he was covered blood. His clothes were torn, and there was blood oozing from so many tiny wounds, and he was dead tired. He looked at his legs, and saw the huge ass dent on his prosthesis. The bullet had rebounded. That meant that he had to have been fast enough to get his foot up in a kick, and by some fortune, the round metallic part under the knee had been just on the way of the bullet. The fucking thing had saved his life. He had to lose his fucking legs to survive in the future? Scout laughed like a maniac, totally not dealing well with shock. He laughed, and he felt like he was choking on the blood that pooled in his mouth. He coughed, and he felt his lungs ache. He couldn't get a breath in, he was so tired, he started feeling faint, and his vision blurred and darkened. He didn't have the energy to stay up anymore, so he started to sway as he held himself up with his arms. He could see something in the distance, something red. He could see a tiny blotch of yellow gleam in the distance, but he couldn't make out what it was. His arms gave out, and he fainted. He didn't even feel the fall as his torso hit the ground, and after that it was simply nothingness. Nothingness that tasted like blood, and smelled like gunfire.
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