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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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Scout's life had been saved on the last minute. Medic had told that Scout's infection had actually spread all over his body, and that he had been only a couple of hours away from dying. Medic had to clean and cure the poor boy thoroughly with the aid of his medigun, and it had taken quite a while to get the boy stabilized.

Engineer remembered the long hours they stayed at the clinic. He was glad that the poor kid had fainted as soon as he had, because seeing your own limbs being cut off you like that wasn't for anyone's eyes.

Engineer was glad that the kid resumed to be unconscious. He remembered how he had resulted in to pleading for medic to spare him a pill. A Pill that would make sure The Scout wouldn't wake up until the next day. The boy must be in horrible pain.

The Boy's legs were now wrapped up in clean white bandages, but the Engineer knew exactly what those legs looked under all that wrapping. Medic had burned the wounds to prevent the bleeding and infections. Scout's legs looked like red mess, scarred, scabbed and very raw, with occasional yellow and purple bruising.

The Medic had given him clear instructions and medication for Scout, and Engineer had listened gravely.

"Make zure that he doesn't use his legz for anyzing during the upcoming week. If I find out he haz torn his legz beyond my help, I will euthanize him." Engineer didn't question Medic's word.

"I will remember that." Engineer picked Scout up. He had expected him to weight less, but he was momentarily taken aback by how difficult Scout was to carry. Scout didn't have any knees so he couldn't carry him on his arms properly. The Boy's legs kept slipping off from his hold, so he had to carry him like a child. He had his right arm under Scout's bum, and the left one was on his back to make sure he didn't fall off. He kept the boy tight against his chest, and he tried to push the kid's head somewhere where it wouldn't drag or cover his view. He tried to keep the boy's head resting against his shoulder, but occasionally Scout's head would fall off. The boy was a true rag doll when sedated.

"I will get him out off your eyes now." The Soldier had made it very clear that he didn't want any blue scum in his base. Engineer decided that it would be best for everyone if the Scout wasn't seen by too many people. He would take him to his trailer.

The trailer was parked behind the base, close to the junkyard and an old barn which Engineer had claimed as his workshop long time ago. The landscape wasn't pretty. It was pretty much wasteland everywhere you could see, except for that huge towering pile of waste and discarded junk you could see further away.

Next to all that nothingness his trailer looked small and insignificant. He had set a small camp in front. He had a small camp fire, and four chairs surrounding it. The chairs were the cheapest kind of garden or travel chairs you could find. He had two white foldable garden chairs, and two camping chairs, made from firm fabric and flimsy plastic legs, that could also be easily folded to fit in small space.

The door to the trailer was on the right side, near the head. He managed to open the door with Scout in his arms, and even if the doorway was really narrow, he managed to fit them both through.

In his small trailer he had a dining table on the right, at the head of the trailer. The table could be converted in to double bed, but it was mainly used as a workspace. The table was covered with tools and machine parts that he had been tinkering with. He wouldn't say that the table was a complete mess, but more like perfectly organized to suit his needs.

On the left from the door there was a small kitchen area with cupboards, small stove that worked with gas, a small sink and a tiny refrigerator with nearly nothing inside.

Across the tiny kitchen was a bigger closet for clothes, and a bathroom and toilet mix, which was as luxuriously big as one meter for each side, covering the area of one square meter.

If you went further down the narrow path that separated the toilet from the kitchen, there was a thin folding screen separating the rest of the trailer from the sleeping area.

In that said area there was a tiny table with chairs on each side of the table on the same side with the kitchen. The table and chairs combination could be converted in to a single bed, but the engineer had used the said area as a eating table every once in a while when it was too bad weather to eat outside. He didn't like being scooped inside his tiny trailer too much.

On the other side of the path, opposite the convertible table and chairs mix there was another bed, that Engineer had been using as his main sleeping area. The sheets had not been chanced in a while, and the cover had been tossed haphazardly on the foot end of the bed. The pillow was worn, and completely flat and hard after years of use, and the pillow case had yellowish spots from sweat on it. The Engineer had not found too much time for changing bed wear lately. Over his bed there was another bed, a top bed, that had never been in use. The area left between the bed and the roof was too small for Engineer, the stairs up there were small and flimsy, and the railing that prevented people sleeping up there from falling was making sure that the small spot from where you could climb in was designed for kids under twelve years old. The whole top bed must have been the most unpractical invention he had never seen, which had resulted in to the top bed being used as a storage for random junk.

Between the convertible table and chair mix and Engineers bed was a tiny night table.

Engineer laid Scout down on his bed since he didn't have any better place for him as of yet. He made the kid comfortable, and only then did he notice how annoying his bed's location was, because he had to crouch down so he wouldn't hit his head on the top bed since it was so low. One day he would remove the damn disgrace.

Engineer started removing Scout from his clothing. The kids clothes were in such a mess that he felt compelled to throw them in the trash immediately, but decided against it. Maybe the Scout would like to keep the clothes. He took the rags in to the laundry bin, deciding that he would wash them first thing tomorrow.

While he was taking away Scout's clothes, he fetched some new clothes for him. He didn't have anything else than his own clothes to spare him, and that would have to do.

He dressed Scout in his spare boxers and T-shirt he found, and he was amused by how huge all his clothes looked on him. He himself might of have been short, but he was more sturdy than the Scout was, and all his clothes seemed loose on him. The boxers barely stayed on their place, and the hems of the boxers almost covered the stubs that were left from the poor boys feet.

Engineer thought that this was as good as it would get, and he then started to convert the table and chairs mix in to a bed. He would replace the Scout on it, so the other wouldn't have to sleep in his messy bed.

It didn't take long for the bed to be made and the Scout to be moved. He fetched the kid a new set of covers, and let the kid rest.

The engineer sighed after the long day, and decided to go to sleep as well. He put his goggles and hardhat on the night table, and discarded his clothes on the floor. He slept with only his boxers on, because it tended to get hot in this climate.

At first the Engineer wasn't sure if he could fall asleep with the other boy around. It was gruesome to remember how he had screamed in pain just hours ago. Today had been heavier than any other day had felt in a while. He had seen a lot of pain in the battlefield, and seeing that had dulled his reaction to the Scout's case, and the sleep claimed him faster than he had expected. The sleep took Engineer to where most of his inventions got started at, and there he was thinking over his plans for the young man.

Scout woke up feeling groggy and tired. He felt totally out of it, disoriented, and the light that shone from the window annoyed him. He hadn't noticed the comfortable covers he was wrapped in, because he had awoken in the most annoying feeling. He felt how his shins were burning, and he reached down to rub them, only to find in horror that he had no shins. How could something hurt if he didn't have that body part, oh god he didn't have legs, this is a nightmare. Scout threw the covers off him and he saw with his owns eyes the stubs that were left of his legs. He grasped the legs in his hands to feel them, to confirm that this wasn't just some joke, but actually real. He could feel the pain from his too tight hold on the not too long ago operated legs. Scout screamed in horror. He was in shock, he was horrified. He couldn't think coherently. Oh god, he couldn't run anymore, Jesus he couldn't even walk ever again, he was nothing. His team would never take him back now, he wouldn't ever get another job, his mother would abandon him, his brothers would tease him, and he would die on the streets. Scout couldn't hold off the despair as he yelled and cried, waking the Engineer up with his yelling.

Engineer jolted up as he had not expected such wake up, startled at first for the sudden noise, but soon realizing what was going on.

"Scout!" Engineer yelled as he realized what was happening. He turned around fast, and rouse up to comfort the other, hitting his head on the top bed. "Breath, relax, stop panicking!" Engineer exclaimed, not sure how to comfort the other except than try to hold him in place, trying to prevent him from causing any damage on himself.

"Don't you touch me! Get away from me, leave me alone!" Scout yelled, and tried to hit Engineer as hard as he could. "You monster, you fucking bastard!" He kept yelling, and he managed to land a good punch on Engineers chin, causing the other to recoil.

"Calm down you brat!" Engineer growled as he tried to get a hold from the other's hands. He was glad the other had no legs so he couldn't kick him, making it easier for Engineer to wrestle the Scout.

"You fucker, they took my fucking legs!" Scout yelled with tears in her eyes, and he tugged and yanked as hard as he could, but once Engineer had gotten hold of his hands he couldn't get them free. Engineer pushed his hands on the bed so Scout couldn't move at all, and the situation dawned on him. He was trapped.

Suddenly he stopped struggling and went completely limb, just crying and screaming.

"I hate you!" He managed to get through his sniffles, as Engineer Scooped the Scout in his arms.

"Sush, it's okay, it will get better, you are still alive, You can heal." Engineer tried to form comforting words, and he knew that no matter what he said, his words couldn't make things any better.

"Don't touch me, this is all your fault!" The Scout cried, and refused to look at his legs, feeling disgusted by the sight of them.

"Listen, it's not my fault." Engineer tried, but Scout didn't have it. "No, because it's all of you REDs fault! You did this to me!" Scout yelled, he couldn't even stand looking at the engineer. He hated him.

"Listen, you were sick. Your legs were practically rotting! The infection had spread all over your body, we managed to heal you the best we could, but there was nothing we could do to your legs. If we hadn't cut them off, you'd be dead by now." Engineer tried to reason with no success. "I'm better off dead! I'm a fucking Scout, I'm nothing without my legs!"

"Don't say things like that! Everyone's better alive than death!" The Engineer snapped at the Scout. "I wish you would see that too. Now stop crying about you misery, and do something about it." The Engineer hissed, and pushed Scout so that he was sitting on his own, leaning against the wall.

"But what can I do, I'm a fucking prisoner here." Scout mumbled, and felt awkward. He tried to look away to hide his face, not wanting to seem weak.

"You aren't a prisoner anymore, merely a person who has to be under constant watch and not allowed to go anywhere." Scout didn't find that funny. A cage was a cage, no matter what size. "Whatever." Scout mumbled, and closed his eyes. Not wanting to talk or move anymore.

"Come on, don't be like that. Only the time will tell what will happen. Who knows, maybe everything will get back to normal. Let's get you ready and something to eat." Engineer suggests, but Scout doesn't say a thing. He doesn't feel like doing anything. Engineer just sighs and pulls the Scout in his arms as he stood up.

"Let go of me!" Scout yells, but notices that his body has gone weak after all the adrenaline has drained out after his previous outburst. His legs feel very stiff, and his sore all over. His still sick from fatigue, and he notes that he barely has any strength. "Where are you taking me!" Scout bursts, and gasps Engineer with the little strength he has, afraid that the other might drop him.

"I'm going to wash you and redo your bandages." Engineer mumbles, and Scout tries to fight back as Engineer takes him in to the tiny bathroom, sitting the other on the toilet seat. "I can do it by myself!"

Engineer had his hand on Scout's chest and pushed the other against the wall. "Like hell you can, now settle down!" Engineer growls and starts to unwrap the bandage, and Scout turns his head away immediately.

"What does it look like?" Scout asks shyly, not wanting to see for himself.

"Ugly. The skin is red, scarred and slightly bleeding. You should be careful while you are still healing." Engineer scolds, and shakes his head. The episode in the morning couldn't have been prevented, he guessed, but he still hopes that it hadn't happened.

"Is there any chance that I can ever... That I don't have to... Sit in the wheelchair?" Scout gulps, and takes a shy look at his legs, wincing as he sees the gruesome cut. His legs had been cut off from over his knee.

"I don't know. Take off your shirt." Engineer mumbles, and starts working with Scout's pants. "Hey, a little privacy here!" Scouts retorts, and tries to push Engineers hands off. "As if you have any parts that I don't." Engineer laughs, and strips the clothes off the kid, and throws them among the bandages outside the toilet. Engineer prepares the shower, and starts washing the boy, carefully avoiding the eyes so he wouldn't get soap in them.

Engineer let Scout use the soap, as he made sure to shower the other everywhere, even making sure that the other was clean from behind his ears and under his armpits.

"When you get your strength back and you can be trusted around, I might let you do things alone in the future." Engineer explains as he rubs the Scout with a towel.

"I look forwards to that." The Scout says, and gladly accepts the new clothes engineer got him. He got a red shirt with black pants that reached way past his stubs of legs. He was thankful that he got a belt as well, or the pants would never stay up.

"I trust you can get that shirt on by yourself." The engineer says as he finishes wrapping up the new bandages, and starts fiddling with Scout's legs, trying to get the pants on him.

"Hey, I don't need no-one to dress me up!" Scout tries to push Engineer off, only to get his hand slapped off. "Dress." The engineer presses on the word, and gives Scout a look that clearly adds "or else" to the sentence.

"You aren't wearing you goggles." Scout notes, and engineer just nods. Of course he wasn't, he had just woken up. He didn't have much time to put them on. "You look weird without them." Engineer just grunted, not quite expecting that answer, but he wasn't expecting pleasantries either.

"Noted. Could you now please put on your shirt?" Engineer lifts Scout up so he can pull the pants all the way up, and then lowers Scout back down to sit on the plastic toilet seat. "You are not wearing a shirt either, why should I?" Engineer lifts his head up to look at the kid.

"I will. I just haven't had much time to do anything because you keep taking all my attention." Engineer is finally pleased to see Scout put the shirt on. Scout looks a little silly with his clothes on. Scout has a lot taller back than he has, thus the shirt hem reaches the waist of the pants only barely, and when the kid lifts his hands, Engineer can see the fuzz of hair on his belly. He refuses to pay attention to that. The shirt is otherwise too big for Scout, because they can both agree that Engineer is more broader build than the thin Scout. The pants are the worst though. With the belt that Scout has now adjusted on, the pants can be held up, but the excess pant leg is hanging on the ground uselessly. The pants cover Scout's legs, but Engineer thinks that it would be for the better if he wound a way to either cut the pants to a shorter size, find the Scout a pair of shorts, or roll the pant legs up some.

"Wait a moment." Engineer says as he goes to get some rubber bands from the table. He doesn't really expect Scout to wander anywhere with broken legs, but he said it anyways out of habit. The table is full of parts and all kinds of things he has been tinkering with, but he can find a couple of rubber bands from the mix. He takes them with him as he goes to Scout. He rolls up his pant legs, and tightens them in a bun under Scout's legs.

"That will have to do for now." Engineer states, and he tries to pull on the knots to see if they will fall apart easily, but his satisfied with the hold.

"I'll carry you to the kitchen." Engineer states, not leaving Scout much room to argue as he pulls the Scout up and carries him to sit on a chair next to the table with all the parts in it.

"Try not to mess things up, I will dress myself." Engineer says, and he goes to the other end of the trailer to put on his clothes.

It's silent for merely a a while until Scout starts to ask him questions. "Where am I exactly?"

The Engineer didn't feel like hiding Scout any of the information. He deserved to know, since he was pretty much sentenced to spent the rest of his life here, unless they somehow managed to get away from the 2fort. "You are in my trailer. At the outskirts of the RED base."

"You have a trailer? And why am I not dead?" Scout insists, and Engineer sighs as he pulls on his shirt. He puts his hard hat on his head, and holds his goggles in his hands, not putting them on yet. "Yeah, I have a trailer. It's not as good, big or expensive as Sniper's van, but it's better than the rooms they hand out at 2fort. Engineers to to sit on the other side of the table, facing Scout.

"And you are alive because I saved you. Is that good enough?" Engineer asks, and he hopes that it is. He wouldn't like to tell the kid how he had to fight for his carcass over medic, and how he had to convince the Soldier that he was actually gaining some profit by having Scout over. The Soldier was expecting him to do research on him. Scout needed to know none of that.

"Why would you save me?" Scout asks and he looks kind of stunned. He obviously wasn't expecting any RED to feel any kind of mercy on him.

"I didn't think that you deserved any of that. I wanted to do something to stop that , and I did." The Engineer says, and he means it. He was a good guy, after all. "Besides, The Sniper get nagging at me about you all the time. I thought that this would shut him up." Engineer grumbled. What he said was true. Since Sniper as assigned as the one to bring food to the Scout, he hand unintended taken interest on the kid. "I was mad for the others, taking a kid, and just locking you up like an animal. It was clear that you had nothing to tell them, and they wanted to euthanize you. But I guess that's war for you." Engineer mumbles as he rubs the top of his head, minding the hardhat. "I'm sorry for your legs." Engineer finishes, and he wont look the Scout in the eye. The Scout says nothing. Engineer kind of doesn't expect him to forgive him, so he doesn't press it. "Are you hungry?" He asks instead.

Scout rises his head from the floor he had been looking at, and nods. "Famished." He says, and Engineer gets up to make food. The Scout is awfully quiet for the whole duration of the cooking, and Engineer is too nervous to say anything. He understands that Scout is mad, sad, and if it is possible for such an energetic kid to be depressed, he probably was.

The Engineer decided on making a soup with potatoes and vegetables, and he pours Scout an generous amount of the soup on his cup. The kid has been in an awful diet lately, and he thinks that he deserves a good filling.

They eat in silence, but the Scout seems to be either truly famished, or getting a little better, because his wolfing down his food, even getting seconds when Engineer offers him.

"Your welcome." Engineer says as he gathers the bowls back and puts them on top of a pile of dishes that is growing in the sink.

"Thanks." Scout mumbles, and leans back, not sure about what to do now.

Engineer sits down for a while, and and clears his throat to get Scouts attention. "I would like to give you some rules to follow. Nothing big, but that's why I expect you to abide them." Engineer says, and he pushes some of the tools and parts away from the table, just enough to lay his elbows on the table. Scout makes a sound that to Engineer sounds like him refusing such rules immediately. Engineer doesn't care, he presses the importance of the rules.

"I had to go to quite the depths to have you, and I'm not letting the others have a reason to stand against it. Rule number one, don't ever go to 2fort, accompanied or otherwise." Engineer points a finger up, to emphasize himself. "Rule number two, don't ever talk to anyone. They are probably trying to agitate you to have a reason to get rid of you. Do not fall for their tricks." Engineer shakes his head as he remembers how some of his teammates seemed to really want to get rid of the scum in their cells, whereas some just wanted to have him for show. He hoped they would never have to get back to that point. "Number three, my van and yard are now yours to use, but don't wander too much, it's desert everywhere, you wont last." Engineer looks at the Scout, who looks like he is about to start revolting, but before he can say anything, Engineer puts in. "So basically, as long as you are not in anyone's way, you can do whatever you wish, but you are to not to try to communicate with your team in any way, you have to get back at this trailer by 6 pm, you are not to participate in any fights, but I expect you to do some simple chores and to be here at meal times. Is that clear?"

The Scout nods, and mumbles an Okay.

"The last, and the most important rule is that you will have to be under constant supervision by me. If the others find you alone, they will either punish you, tease you, or in rare cases, kill you at sight. Don't take that risk." Engineer stares at Scout's eyes, making sure he understood. "Watching you all the time was one of the rules set for me to have you." Engineer mumbles, and he lifts up his goggles to put them on. "Also, I wont allow you to droop all day. I understand that losing your legs was horrible, and it takes time to get used on, but it has already happened, and it's not reversible." Scout looks at him in what seems to be like horror, and a little bit of anger, but Engineer knows that it's sorrow. Scout probably only now realizes how permanent his loss actually is. Scout looks like he could fall in peaces, but Engineer comes up with something to do quickly. "I wont allow you to have time to swell in your self pity. We are going out." Engineer steps up and walks over to Scout. He reaches to take him up, and Scout is fighting back. "I don't want to go anywhere, let me stay! I want to be alone!" Engineer fights Scout's hand off and carries him out of the trailer. The moment he opens the door a bright outside sun shines in to the van, and the bright light hurts their eyes. Engineer Lays Scout on a garden chair, and Goes to fetch a wheelbarrow from behind the trailer.

"What are you doing?" Scout says, and he sounds a little mad. Engineer only laughs and stands straight and points at the wheelbarrow. "You weren't expecting me to carry you about for the rest of my life?" He says and he goes to pick Scout up, and Scout refuses once again. "You seriously can't expect me to spent time in that! Who knows what has been in it!" Scout feels helpless as engineer easily fights him down, and carries him to the wheelbarrow, dropping him in it ungracefully.

"Nope, but you will come with me as I scavenge through the junk yard. Maybe we can find your majesty something more suitable." He laughs, and he walks behind the wheelbarrow, and he starts pushing Scout about. "Yeah, you better! I hope there is a fucking throne so I can sit on my majestic ass as you wheel me about!" Scout yells, and twists his body awkwardly to be able to look at the engineer.

"I can't promise you a throne, but maybe we will find a well preserves car seat, or a sofa. Although, having a sofa with wheels sounds ridiculous. You are not having a sofa." Engineer laughed.

"Hey, don't knock it if you haven't tried it!" Scout points out, making Engineer shake his head. "There wont be enough space in the trailer for you to wheel about in your armchair."

"Aww, that's totally not cool." Engineer just smiles at him. "Well, maybe we will find a nice little padded chair with a broken leg, it's not like your wheelchair needs legs on it."

"Yeah. But it better be damn comfortable, after all, I'm probably spending most of my time in it." Scout points, but Engineer smiles and rubs his shoulder. "I'm glad that you are managing so well."

Scout doesn't say anything. He stays silent for a while. He would want to mope and pout for all eternity, but something about Engineer makes him feel like he needs to outfit him. And talking has always been one of Scout's strong points. "I hate you."

"Well, If it makes you feel any better, I hate you too. You wrecked my shit, remember?"
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