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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 had been keeping an eye to his surroundings while Engineer pushed him around in his wheelbarrow. They were heading to a what seemed like a fantasy castle in the sunrise, but when they got there, the fantasy castle revealed its true form, a junk yard. In the sun all the random junk pointing and jutting out from the piles had looked like pipes and vents and whatnot from some other surreal reality. As they said, things aren't always what they look like. Not that Scout was too disappointed. He remembered junkyards from his childhood. His family couldn't afford a home from the good neighborhood, so they lived on the outskirts of Boston, and Scout remembered how he and his brothers used to play around without the grownups knowing any wiser. Of course their mother had forbidden them to play there, but who ever did what their parents told them. Scout remembered how his brothers had once found an discarded old mattress. They had torn out the springs, and tied them on their legs, and just like in the cartoons, they played that they had super speed when the springs were on them. In reality they were none the faster, but the springs made it feel like they were. Not that Scout would have needed them in the first place, he had always been faster than his brothers. He had been fastest of them all, but not anymore. The good days were past him now.

Engineer took Scout in to the middle of the junkyard where piles of junk were towering around them. Scout was awed by the amount of sheer crap there was. Everything was old, worn, and falling in to pieces. There even were discarded rusty vehicles, with torn seats and broken parts. It was obvious that Engineer had already searched and must likely found all the parts that could still be used somehow.

"I would welcome you to help me search, but I really can't let you crawl in this waste. You'd soil your bandages, so would you just mind hollering me if you see anything worthwhile?" The Engineer said as he found a good place to leave Scout. The Wheelbarrow was now safely grounded on even ground after a small hill. It wasn't the best place for searching stuff, but it was better than nothing. "Sure." Scout mumbles, and tries to lift himself up to be able to lean on a side of the wheelbarrow. The sun is still shining brightly, so Scout has to cover his eyes to be able to look around.

Scout's looking doesn't go too well though, because His mind keeps wandering to depression. No matter what he does, he simply keeps reverting back to the thoughts about how many things he used to love he now can only dream of.

"Hey Scout, do you see a bike anywhere? I'm pretty sure there was one somewhere." Engineer mumbles, as he tries to pull some junk from the pile of waste, snapping Scout back to reality. Scout quickly gazes over the junk piles, spotting a carrier of the bicycle jutting out from a pile of rusty metal kegs.

"Yeah, I think there is a bike right there. I doubt that you can dig it out thou'." He says as he points to a rusty bike that's falling apart. It doesn't have wheels, but Scout recognized the handles. The bike was discarded in to pile that seemed to consist mostly out of composting leftovers of food stuffed in various kegs.

"I meant, do you see a bike with wheels? I think that wheels from a bike would be a best way to go with wheels for your wheelchair." Engineer yells at him after he had paid a glance at where Scout had been pointing.

"Yeah, good point." He says, and starts to look about.

They search for parts that could be used for the wheelchair for some hours, finding suitable chairs, and some not so suitable chairs which could be used to fix up the other chair if needed. They had found bike wheels, even though the rubber needed to be fixed, since it was obvious that the air had escaped them. They even had found a proper seat too, even if Engineer refused to let Scout have the mice eaten, but otherwise fine armchair. But that didn't matter. They had found a fine chair with metal base. Engineer had liked the fact, because it would make the soldering of the wheels in to the chair easy. The chair had an ugly gray leather covering, that was dirty all over, and torn out beyond fixing. The chair was obviously worn, but it was still mostly functional, fine chair. Engineer had allowed Scout to have extra padding for the chair thou'. They had removed some of the pillows from a sofa to take them apart and chew them on the chair. After that, the chair would have better colored, grayish blue cover, with thick, soft padding so that it would be comfortable to sit on. Scout approved of that.

It was almost noon when they decided to gather their findings and get back to the trailer for some dinner before they started working on the wheelchair.

Engineer piled all the parts they had found on the wheelbarrow with Scout, being careful not to cover the other in the junk, but making sure that Scout could hold the stuff so they wouldn't fall off. Once they were both sure they could gather them all in one trip, they slowly started to make their way back to the trailer as Engineer pushed the wheelbarrow.

They ate the meal while discussing eagerly about the wheelchair, and they laid out their parts of the work. Scout would sew the new padding, and Engineer would solder the wheels. Once they were ready they would put the whole thing together. Scout was glad that he was given a distraction from moping. Of course he was horrified for the loss of his legs, but he had never been the moping kind.

Engineer had carried Scout out to the campfire next to the van, and sat him down on one of the garden chairs. Engineer had lightened the fire for him, so he wouldn't get cold. It might have been a nice and warm summer, but the nights were cold and they kind of tended to take you by surprise by how fast the temperature dropped.

"I hope that you have all you need here. I'm going to go to the workshop to quickly put this together, I trust you will be fine." The Engineer says as he hands the Scout a needle and yarn.

"I'm fine, no need to babysit me, I'm not a child." Scout yaps, and Engineer shrugs. "Holler if you need anything." He says, and he picks up the metal parts. They had taken apart the chair, so that Engineer had the metal legs of the chair, and Scout had the seat and the backrest. This way they could both work easily on their own task. "Just go." Scout waves his hand in a "good riddance" kind of way, and the Engineer leaves, letting Scout to his own task.

At first Scout considers escaping, but He knew that he had no strength in him to made it across the waste land. After he has exhausted himself with plans of escape that wont work even inside his head, he gives up, and once again drifts in to the sad thoughts of his grim future. He almost loses himself in to it, but as he accidentally sticks himself with the needle, his awoken back in to reality. He should not give up this early. He picks up the chair peace, and starts working on it absentmindedly. He decides that if he were to escape, he should at least have something to aid him travel.

So Scout starts to sew. He had never been any good in it, and he never would. He was taught how to do the most basic of stitch in junior school, but he had mostly forgotten everything. He had ended up doing weak loops close to each other to be able to attach the padding in to the already existing padding of the chair. It sure didn't look any good, but at least it did it's job.

"You know, you are absolutely rubbish at that." Scout jolted his head up to look who had said that, because it sounded nothing like the Engineer. Scout went completely rigid as he saw the Sniper in front of him, carrying a small fawn on his back. The poor animal had a shot wound on it's head, and it's throat had been slashed open. What little Scout knew about hunting was, that the animal had to be killed quick, which was probably reason for the deep cut.

"I see that the Engineer was serious about having you as his pet. Good for you." The Sniper mumbles as he throws the fawn on a garden chair next to Scout. Scout looks at the poor dead animal in in confusion. He knew that Snipers had hobbies, and he knew that fawns made delicious steaks, but he had no idea why the Sniper was bringing the thing over. Was he trying to intimidate him?

"I'm surprised that the Engineer has already left you by yourself. I thought that the agreement was that you were free pray if left unattended." The Sniper laughed roughly, as he readjusted the fawn on his back. Scout can sense a faint air of intimidation from the other man, but for once in his life he decides to remain silent.

"What are you doing there? You took up a hobby from doing the females role in here? Going to fix Engineers socks next?" Sniper teases as he sits on a garden chair next to Scout, leaving Scout sitting between an dickhead of a sniper, and a dead animal. Scout looks sourly at the Sniper, trying to pass him a look that would deliver him the message "Fuck off.".

"You have nothing to glare about, you better behave out here, or you might regret it. Now show me that damn thing." Sniper practically tears the chair Scout had been working on from his hands, and looks at it judgmentally. "This is absolute crap mate." He says as he picks up his kukri, and slices all the stitching off, undoing all Scout's hard work. Scouts makes a yelp under his breath and he tries to snatch the chair back, but Sniper slaps his hands off, and shoves Scout back on his chair, almost making scout fall.

"Just let me do it, you little wanker can't do anything right." The sniper fight the needle from Scout, and sews a little "Stitch, stitch, loop, and tighten the knot." He says and does the sewing. "It's not that hard, stitch, knot, tighten, stitch knot tighten, repeat." He says and goes on for a small while, making a nice, even and thick sew, that looks totally better than Scout's original sew. The Sniper continues the sew for about ten centimeters, showing Scout how to do it, before he throws the chair back to Scout.

"I trust that even you can do such a simple task properly." The Sniper mumbles, and adjusts his shirt. Scouts notes that the shirt has been fixed several times, and it's obvious that it's Sniper's handiwork. Sniper may know what his doing, but he should fix his attitude. Scout frowns at him, not going to show the man any gratitude.

"Fine, be a brat, where is the Engineer?" The Sniper stands up, and sheathes his kukri.

"Have you lost your ability to talk along your ability to walk? Where is Engineer, his supposed to keep an eye on you." Sniper lowers his sunglasses to stare Scout right in the eye, and Scout wants to retort. He wants to yell at him, and he is sure that he pretty much hates the Aussie in front of him. How dare he come here and start picking on a handicapped person. Scout is turning red with anger, but he tries to stay silent. The engineer had warned him of exactly this. The Sniper was probably here only to intimidate him, and if he was successful, probably shoot him just like he had shot that fawn.

"I see. Engineer was probably smart enough to tell you to keep your mouth shut around here. Be sure to remember that, it might save your life one day. Now, point me where he is." The Sniper says, and scowls as he stretches his legs. The man is freakishly tall, and sickeningly thin, With personality with nothing to praise. Scout only shot the best death glare he got at the man, and pointed at the Engineer's shed where he was welding.

"Figures." The Sniper snaps, and leaves the fawn on the garden chair as he walks to the shed, taking ridiculously long steps to get there. Well, with so long legs, it would look retarded if the man took tiny steps.

Scout huffs as he curses the Sniper. For that little while that he had to put up with the man, he had already decided that he didn't like him. He was full of himself, and a jerk. Scout guessed that all the REDs were so, based on his previous observations, but then he remembered the RED engineer, and he reconsidered.

Well, in his opinion, Engineer was almost worth considering as a proper human being and worth his company, so he reformed the previous phrase in to "All REDs are jerks unless proven otherwise."

Scout started to sew his chair again, and he got the seat done in surprisingly short time, with only minor injuries. He tended to be careless with the needle, and he had small red beads on his fingers, but he didn't mind. They didn't hurt too badly. He thought that he had done rather good job this time, even if his starts and ends looked horrible with all the ties. He was already moving on to the backrest, but was distracted by laughter. He could hear a deep laugh bellow from somewhere, and he could soon locate Sniper and Engineer coming from the shed. The two were acting like they were the best of friends, and it confused him.

"It looks like you got a good kill! How much do I owe you?" The Engineer asked, as he looked at the fawn which Scout had refused to touch during the whole time it had been placed on the garden chair.

"Yeah, I shot the beauty dead on, and the wounds are clean. This will make a delicious roast." The Sniper boasted, and went to the fawn, picking it up to show it to the engineer. "Which part do you wish? You in for the hide? I have noticed the nights getting colder, it might be good for you." The Sniper examined the body, and Scout had to admit, because the animal was killed very cleanly, the hide would be really good quality, with no tears or holes. That was if Sniper could skin it properly.

"Actually, I have been needing something to keep my legs warm, you have no idea how cold it gets with these rubber boots, no matter how thick of a sock I wear." The Engineer muttered, and walked closer to see the fawn. "I would really want some of that meat. Let's make a deal, you give me a few pounds and the skin, and I will cook for you." Engineer bargained, and the Sniper nodded his head eagerly. "You know exactly why I came here. You are definitely the best chef in this whole area, and If I can have free roast made by your talent, then feel free to use as much of this beautiful thing you wish." Sniper said, and licked his lips "Trust me, I'm more than glad to do business with you."

The Engineer laughed, and patted the Sniper on the shoulder. "You sure make nice kills, but I still don't understand why you suck at cooking so much." The Sniper noticed the Engineer's tease, but huffed, and tried to defend himself: "Yeah, yeah. I know how to cook all fine, I just forget that I have anything on the stove." He said, and the words were left hanging, and the Engineer laughed at him. "As this is being said by the man who forgets eggs on the hot stove, I believe you. Besides, if this keeps me from scraping eggs off your van's walls, then I'm glad to help!" The Engineer jokes, and shakes Sniper's shoulder a little.

Sniper smiles shortly and picks up the fawn. "I'll skin this behind your trailer, and bring you the meat. I'll put the skin to dry, so you go make some space for all the goods." The Sniper says as he takes the fawn off with Engineer tipping his hardhat at him. "Will do."

Scout looks at the two with confusion. How come engineer, who is a good man with nice personality, can get along with the Sniper, who seems to be terribly rude to anyone he talks to.

"So, how's your sewing going on there?" The Engineer says, and sits down where the fawn had just been only seconds ago. Scout silently wishes that Engineer wont get any germs off it. Scout hands engineer the seat he had finished, and the Engineer examines it, and nods. "That's good work. Keep that up." He says, and puts the seat down so that it leans against Scout's chair.

"How come you get along with that fucker?" Scout can't resist but jab. With all he has known about the Sniper, the man is rude, and an total ass. He remembers gets shot by him one time too many, and he remembers how he taunted him in the past. The man is a total nuisance, always mocking others, and his totally not friend material.

"What can I say, he brings in the food. He also has a tiny heart hidden somewhere under all that stubbornness, but his respect is something that has to be earned. Cooking skills help." The engineer laughs, and he puts his legs forward so that he can warm them next to the fire.

"Yeah, but that Sniper is a total ass! He came up to me only to mock my sewing and start calling me things." The Scout grunts, and The Engineer shrugs. "As I said, his trust has to be earned. He hates everyone by default. I doubt that all of his intentions are genuine, but currently our friendship is more of an asset than an hindrance."

"I guess so." Scout mumbles and starts to sew again. "So is he safe to talk to?" He asks. His not really sure if he wants to talk to the man, but he would like to be able to protect his pride from Sniper's shit.

"Well, I think that he wont be the kind to do you any harm, At least not directly. I suggest you keep your guard up. I doubt he will do anything that would cross me, but that doesn't mean that he cares for you at all." Engineer sighs and gets up. "I will go clean up some space for the meat." He announces, and leaves Scout to his sewing.

Scout sighs as he starts silently working on his backrest. The part takes longer to make than the seat, but Scout still thinks that he managed to do it fast enough, even though some distracting sounds can be heard from the other side of the trailer. Scout is not sure if he would want to go see what the Sniper is doing.

Scout sets the backrest down, and listens as the Engineer makes ruckus inside the Trailer. The man is obviously moving stuff about, and his probably cleaning the table too. Scout assumed that since he heard a whole punch of small things hitting the floor, and a loud cuss from Engineer. Scout is quite bored to sit in the chair, and his ass is seriously starting to get numb. He wiggles in his seat, wanting to get down, but his not sure about how to get to it. He tries to reach down with his stub of a leg, but the moment he touches the ground it hurts so bad that he struggles his way up. It would be easier if he could just get to the ground where he could drag himself about, even better if the wheelchair was finished. But Scout doesn't feel like sitting at all, so he wriggles about and tries to get himself down without using his legs too much. He finally tries to lover himself down with his arms, but ends up falling down with a yelp as the chair topples over. Plastic chairs were never meant for acrobatics. Scout hisses in pain as he hits the ground, and he spits out the sand that he had accidentally swallowed when he face planted the ground.

"The fuck are you doing dumbass?" He hears the Sniper say as he carries the hide with him. There is a clothes line behind the chairs, and Sniper hangs the skin on the line, letting it dry.

"It's none of your fucking business." Scout growls, and pushes himself up on his arms.

"Oh, so you can talk!" The Sniper teases, and walks to Scout, only to stomp on top of him. "I will cut this shot. I don't trust you worth shit." He hisses, and steps harder on Scout, making him yelp in pain. The heel of Sniper's shoe digs in to his back painfully. "If I wouldn't know that Engineer would somehow profit from having you around, I would finish you right off. And trust me, I will make it look like an accident." The Sniper hisses, and Stares Scout dead on, forcing his point. " You better not even think about getting back to the BLU again. We are kind enough to spare your life, and You will respect it. Not that the BLUs will ever want you back now, though. What would they do with a useless, worn and rugged you, who can't even Scout anymore. You should be grateful that the Engineer has a soft spot for you, brat, Even though I don't think that even he deserves that. Since he took you in, the Engineer has become the laughing stock of the base. You are only hindrance for him for as long as you stay here." The Sniper scowls, and kicks Scout so he is further from him, it looks like the Sniper is disgusted to be touching him. Scout couches in pain, and stares the Sniper with a look that promised him pain. "For all the good he does to you, he only gets dirt thrown at him, I hope you are happy for making him miserable with you sheer presence." The Sniper growls, and kicks sand on Scout's face, and he then turns off to go fetch the meat. The Sniper has put the meat in a bag, and he steps over Scout as if his nothing. Scout gathers himself up with the strength he has left, and yells: "Liar!" After the Sniper, but gets ignored. The Sniper opens the Trailer door to go in with a smile to his lips and laugh in his voice, that bastard.

That man was a horrible being. Scout hated him with all he was worth, and he tried to rub the sand off his eyes. He hadn't even realized what a drag he was. It must not look good on Engineer to be holding in an enemy, nursing him and having him as a quest. But Scout refused to think about that. Those words might all be lies, and foul words so Sniper would get to him. And deep down, Scout knew that he was right. Currently he had done nothing to repay Engineers kindness. The man had changed his bandages, fed him, and was currently making him a fucking wheelchair, and all he had done was mope and accuse him of ruining his life, when in reality it was the exact opposite!

Scout can feel the tinge in his eyes, but he settles it with a grunt and determination to fix this all eventually. Sniper was just a bully. But he would show him that he wasn't a waste. He would be useful to Engineer, even if it took his life, and he would get better, and someday, he would kill Sniper in his sleep. Scout hissed in anger as he started to drag himself towards the door, only to find it impossible to reach the handle down here. He tries with all his might, but he cannot reach enough, and his legs hurt like a mean fuck when he tries to stand on them. It's then that Scout realizes how useless he is. He cannot survive even for a while on his own, he is completely incapable of moving around, and his too damn useless to even open a door for himself. He swears loudly and hits the door with his wrist. He is so mad at himself for having to keep asking for others'help, and he is furious for Sniper for pointing that out to him. He feels a bang for his pride, and he knows that the self loathing is billing.

The trailer door is pushed open, and Scout gets knocked back for being too close. He topples over like a kid who was pushed, and falls on his back with a loud grunt. He sees the Engineer on the doorway, and he looks worried. "Scout, you shouldn't have gotten up, you'll tear your bandages!" Scout can hear the scolding in the other's voice, and he feels like an idiot. Why can't he do anything right. He would make Engineer do the bandages again if he ended up tearing them. Or maybe he would insist on doing that himself, Engineer was doing enough on him.

"Whatever, just get me inside." Scout growls, and feels himself like a child as Engineer picks him up and carries him to the trailer like a two year old. The Engineer takes him to the table, butting him down to sit. He is facing the now clean dining table. Engineer has obviously taken away of all of his tools and parts that were littering the table this morning.

The Sniper is sitting on the other side of the table, and the Engineer is putting on the stove. Sniper has a bitter scowl on his face as he looks at Scout, but the Engineer seems lively. The man is putting on the gas, and setting the fire to heat the stove, and Scout can smell it, and frowns. HE was never too fond of the smell.

"So what would you like to eat today?" The Engineer asks, and picks up a frying pan, and put a slab of meat on the cutting table, waiting for someone to tell him what to start preparing.

"I fancy some fawn slices with that cream gravy you are so good at making." The Sniper says, and Scout doesn't say anything at all. He himself sucks at cooking, and he could burn the water! He swore to his mother's name, that once he had tried to microwave milk to make some hot chocolate, but the milk had turned in to porridge in the micro! That's how bad he was at cooking! So Scout remained silent, just hoping that whatever food they were making, it would be delicious. For what he had eaten this morning, the food was delicious, and if what Sniper said aboyt Engineer's cooking was true, then it was the best.

"Sure thing, I would like some gravy myself!" The engineer slicing the meat in to bite sized slices, and when he was done he threw a generous amount in to the pan, frying them until they were nice brown color. Scout was looking at him all the time, interested about his recipe. He may have been horrible cook, but he always wished he could make something better than microwave food or cans. Engineer also made some potatoes, and he added cream, a consommé cube, and something that came from a silly looking brown bottle, and had a bull on the label. The liquid was thick and brown, coloring the otherwise creamy colored gravy in to brownish cream. The man also sprinkled some kind of powder in the mix, and Scout noticed that the grave started to get less runny.

"Smells delicious." He had to comment, and engineer nodded. "And it is, just have to wait for the potatoes." The Engineer laughed, and put the stove on low heat. "I can't wait." The Scout tried to push himself to sit more upright, and he was already salivating when Engineer placed three plates and glasses on the table, he also gave them forks and knives, and brought the food to the table. It didn't take too long for the potatoes, and soon they were all digging in.

They ate in silence, even though Scout was making pleased noises now and then. The food was simply delicious, and it didn't look hard to make at all! He had no idea why those TV cooks made everything seem so long and difficult to make, when engineer could whip up wonders in minutes!

"This is the best thing I have eaten so far!" The Scout mumbles between mouthfuls. The Engineer huffs "Nah, don't say that, it makes it sound like your mother couldn't cook at all!"

The Scout shakes his head and takes another big forkful. "Nah, she was a great cook! She was working at a restaurant, which always drained her mood to cook at home. She could make food out of everything, but the fact was that there were so many of us, that we couldn't always have the best of ingredients. You know, quantity over quality." He laughs, and eats some more. "This fawn is delicious."

Even though the Sniper has not said anything during their conversation he nods. Scout has to note, that he is a good hunter, even though he is a horrible bastard.

They eat the rest of the meal in silence, and when they are done the Sniper excuses himself. Scout thinks it's a good time for him to leave, and wishes him good riddance.

It's momentarily silent after the Sniper leaves, but Scout picks up conversation soon. "I finished both the seat and the backrest." Engineer turns to him and smiles. "That's great! I will solder the pieces together tomorrow, now I will have to deal with all this meat." He mumbles the end, and starts to bring the meat on the table. "Can I help?" Scout offers, feeling the need to do something with himself. The Engineer gives him a once over, and then nods. "I guess you can." He says, and sits on the other side of the table.

"I will freeze most of this. Could you start cutting the meats in to small, easily stored slabs? I will start making the meat that goes to the ridge." They both start cutting meat, and it's surprisingly distracting for Scout. They hold up a some small talk while they work, but nothing more than pleasantries. When Scout manages to keep his mind in the work, he can totally get lost in to that, and he hasn't even noticed the time go by when they are finally finished with all the meat.

"That's some good job you did there. I'm glad we got all this done today, so the meat wont go bad." the Engineer smiles, and rubs his back.

"What are we gonna do next?" The Scout asks, feeling like drowning himself in to something else. He is not ready to start thinking about anything yet.

"I think I'm going to go to sleep. It's already late." The Engineer says, and points at the window. It's dead dark outside. "I will just dump these in the freezer fist." Engineer says, and starts putting on his shoes. "Where are you going?" Scout asks surprised, not expecting Engineer to be going anywhere. "The freezer is in the shack. the trailer doesn't have space for an icebox." Scout nods, but Engineer is gone with the meat before he can see that.

Scout is slightly surprised at how fast the time has gone by, by the is also kind of glad that it has. Today has been a lot going on. He sighs, and he tries come down from his seat to crawl on the bed on his own, but then remembers how mad the Engineer had been when he had almost torn his bandages and reconsiders. In the end Scout decided to wait for Engineer, which doesn't take long, and once he has put the rest of the meat in the fridge, he picks Scout up. Scout puts his hands around Engineer's head, and he feels like he is going to topple over at any minute. Not having his legs is seriously messing with his balance. He holds his hands rather tightly around Engineer's shoulders, but says nothing. He feels like a complete child again, and buries his hand in his hair in shame, hoping that Engineer can't see his frustration.

Engineer takes him to the back of the van, and stops between the beds. "Where would you like to sleep?" Scout notices the top punk now for the first time, and he feels like a brat for wanting to sleep up there. He had always fought with his brothers for the top punk. It was special to be able to sleep over the others. But Scout refused to ask for the top punk. He doesn't want to bother engineer every single morning and evening with having to pick him up. He was not a child. Instead he looked down to the two other beds, and shrugged. "Whichever is fine." The Engineer laid him down to the bed that was made from the table. and looked as Scout was making himself comfortable. "Do you need anything else? A nightshirt?" Scout shakes his head. "Nah, I'm cool. It's probably so hot I'll go commando." He says, and start to tear off his shirt, making Engineer turn around quickly. The man has a hand to his head, and Scout has no idea what's up with that, but then he notices the red creep up the man's neck. Suddenly Scout feels shy himself, maybe he should filter his words more next time. "Or, I could have boxers. Yeah, totally." He says in a hurry, and face palms. He was such an idiot at times.

"Sure, just a sec." The Engineer says and quickly escapes from the room, and Scout sighs. Way to go, it's good to start a new found friendship with a bit of shame. He grumbles, and doesn't see Engineer until he has thrown a pair of black boxers at him. "You can wear those, I got them as a present one year back, but they were not my size, or style." He mumbles and Scout can see that the boxers have never been used. He wouldn't want to wear other man's worn boxers. He has a small shutter at the though.

"We should shop you some clothes some time, but the only time we are allowed to leave the fort is on the weekends, and only for a while even then." Engineer says, and Scout nods. He starts to change, and Scout remembers how Engineer had dressed him just this morning, so he doubts that the man will go all awkward if he chances now. Besides, they were going to be doing this a lot more often in the future, so he might just have to deal with it.

The Engineer has turned his back on him and his also chancing, stripping himself boxer glad. Scout notices that the man has very broad back, with wide shoulders, and he must admit that the man is in shape. He can see the muscles move under the skin when Engineer puts away his goggles, and when the man goes to lay down in the bed, Scout can't stop ogling at him. He looks so different without the hard hat and the goggles. He looks more like a normal person.

"Why do you wear those goggles all the time?" Scout asks, as he stares at the other man's face. Engineer has quite nice eyes, they are brown, a little hazel colored, and he has laugh lines at the sides of his face. Engineer has a near bald head, with only a couple of millimeters long hair. The man looks interesting. He has a tight skin, which pulls back in to handsome wrinkles when he smiles, and the man has some sharp edges in his face. His chin for example is sharp, but the man looks totally good. He has a wide mouth, thin lips, and a little crooked nose, that might have broken once. He just looks so normal without all that gear.

"I wear the goggles for my work. I need to weld a lot, and I need protection against dirt. But I have admit, that I wear those glasses because my eyes are very sensitive to light. Don't tell anyone, especially the Sniper, but I once burned my eyes when looking at the welding beam for too long. Now I cannot go out without sunglasses, so I just took to wearing my welding goggles full time." He mumbled, and looked at Scout. Scout noticed that the man's eyes were a little lighter than most people, and the pupil seemed to have a sheet over it. It wasn't something one could notice just right away, it was something that could be seen if you paid attention. Scout nodded.

"How was that like?" He asked, and Engineer shook his head. "Horrible. The light hurts your eyes a lit. It makes them itch, sting and dry, even if you try to blink, it won't go away. I remember being nearly blind for a week. I couldn't see anything but blinding white, until it started to gradually settle down. I was so worried that I would lose my sight for good. Now I see everything a little dim, but when I go out without my goggles, it feels like there is thousands of welding beans pointing at my face all the time. The glasses help a ton. I can see fine with them, only just a little darker. This means that I need a lot of light when I work."

Scout felt a little bad for him, but he guesses that he shouldn't have. The man was already over it and coping, if only, he should see that even if you get a little bit of shit drown your way, you can still move on. "I see." Scout mumbled, and pulled the covers over him. He might have lost his legs, but he wouldn't let that hinder him. He once saw a kid with both hands and legs cut off on a TV, and he was managing. He would manage just as well. If not for himself, he would do that for Engineer, the man was putting himself on a line, if what Sniper said was true, and Scout refused to be a bother to the only man who had been helpful to him in ears. He had always been the outcast in his team, and he still wanted their acceptance, and now that he gained that acceptance from engineer, he was not going to give it up.

"Engineer`" Scout asked, and he could hear the other hum back in reply, letting him know that he was still awake.

"Do you mind me staying over? Like wont the other REDs have any problems with this?" Scout asked. He just couldn't get the Snipers words out from his mind, and he wanted to hear Engineer tell him about his opinion personally.

"Nah. I really don't get along that well with the other REDs. Well, I got along fine with all of them, I'm just not friends with anyone else other than Sniper. And you know that man. He really needs his space, So I only get to see him a couple of times whenever he feels like it. What I'm getting at with this is that everyone gets lonely sometimes. If the REDs are not okay with this, then they can all go fuck themselves." Engineer mumbled sleepily, and he rolled around on his back as he buried his face in the pillow.

Scout nodded and made a sound that said that he had understood what the other was getting at.

"Goodnight Engineer."

"Night, Scout."
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