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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 slept late the next morning. The sunshine sneaked in from between the curtains that were pulled shut over the window that was above Scout's bed. Scout's automatic reaction was to turn his head so that he wasn't facing the sun anymore, only to notice that the bed next to him was empty. Scout tried to get up, but he noted that his legs were stiffer than what they had been yesterday, but he guessed that it was a part of the healing progress. Scout had to push himself up with the aid of his hands, and he noted that there was a paper on the night table which was held down in place by a bottle of pills. Scout reached for the note first.

"Medic told me to make you take one pill every morning. –Engineer." It was a very short text, which wasn't answering any of Scout's questions, like, where was the Engineer? Scout decided to pop one pill down, and after he had swallowed it down dry, he reached for his clothes that were scattered on the floor, and started to dress. He had to redo the knots under his knees several times, because they kept undoing themselves as Scout moved, but he finally managed to make a proper tie.

Scout was totally not up to waiting for engineer's returning, so he took a hold of his and Engineer's bed edges, and slowly lowered himself on the ground, almost dropping himself. He seriously had not realized how much his body weighted. Once Scout was sitting down on the floor, he started moving. It was awkward. Basically he was just jumping forwards while sitting, in a way. He put his arms on his sides and lifted himself up as much as he could, which was only a couple of centimeters, and he then threw himself forward. He was now moving with his back first because it was a million times easier than moving the other way around because his legs were in the way. Also, with his legs making his balance point to the back, it was easier moving with back first. Moving like that was awkward, slow, and totally not good for his ass, but he was getting somewhere. Slow but steady.

Scout kept going to the kitchen, only to note that Engineer was not in the trailer, so he must be in his shed. There was no food in the kitchen, other than leftover, which meant that Engineer had not made breakfast yet. Scout wasn't too hungry, but he was very curious about where the Engineer might of have gone. He doubted that there was a fight going on at this time.

Scout made it to the door, which was way easier to open from the inside than it was from the outside. When Scout had opened the door, he was met by a hot wave of dry outside air. He was determined to get to Engineer, so he tried to get down the stairs, which was a little challenging. He tried to crawl down the stairs head first, and he hit his feet on the metal step rather hardly when he finally fell face first in to the dirt. That was just his luck.

He took only a moment to see if his bandages were well, and started to jump his way to the shed. This would totally not be good for his ass in the long run. Eventually his ass would be either hard as hell, or covered with bruises and scratched, because there were so many jarring rocks everywhere. Thank god he was going to have a wheelchair soon.

It took him really long to get to the shed, and after all that moving his arms were hurting like hell, among his ass. He had to take breaks every now and then to rest his arms, but soon he was close enough to hear sounds coming from the inside of the shed. He could hear welding, and he saw bright light coming from the inside. When he went to the door, he momentarily saw a blinding blue and white light, along with a couple of sparks.

"Engineer!" He yelled, trying to catch the working man's attention, but he guessed that the man was wearing some kind of hearing protection, which forced him to yell louder. It was when Engineer was taking a break from welding to see his work so far when the man noticed that he was being called, and he lifted up the mask he had used to protect him from the sparks. "Scout, what are you doing here, how did you got all this way here?" He asks, and comes closer. "What are you doing here?" Scout asks instead, and scuttles a little forward to meet Engineer up a little, answering one of the Engineers questions at the same time.

"I thought that I could finish your wheelchair before you woke up so you wouldn't have to crawl anywhere. I guess I was too slow." Engineer mumbles, and picks Scout up even if Scout resists. He was perfectly capable of moving on his own, he had just proven that. "I'm almost finished, so can you just sit here for a second, and please protect you eyes." The Engineer says, and went back to work. Engineer had put Scout on a old armchair that was in the far corner of the room right next to a table with all kinds of plans on it. Scout was not too interested about anything that the man was working with, but he took a glance out of curiosity. The man had a very detailed sketch of a house, and some small notes and ideas scrabbled on the corners of the papers. The man seemed to not have any real project going on, just some guesses and sketches.

And when Scout heart the hum of electricity building up in the welder, he closed his eyes shut quickly to avoid the bright light. The welding made a lot of noise, and Scout had to cover his eyes from the bright lights that he registered even though he had closed his eyes.

As Engineer had promised, it hadn't taken him too long to finish the chair. He wheeled it next to Scout, and put down his welding mask. "What do you think?" He asked and went to fetch himself a chair that looked like it had never been used for it's given purpose, but more like a storage for all kind of random crap.

"I think we should give it a couple of seconds to cool down, some of the welding joints are still hot." The Engineer said, and Scout nodded. "It looks just fine. As long as it gets its job done." Scout said, and looked at their handiwork. It must have been the most ugliest wheelchair he had ever seen, but it was still the best. He had never seen a wheelchair with a sofa seats on it, or a normal chair with wheels on it, but it still looked kind of awesome. It had metallic hand rests on the sides, which would be a bitch in a hot day, but it was still their handiwork. The seats were made by his own hands, and he was glad. At least he now had something to move by.

"It's awesome." He said, and silence fell on them. Scout was never a fan of having anything to say, so he quickly picked up something to say. "So blueprints, eh? You planning on making yourself a cottage?"

Engineer smiles, and plays with his glove. "Well, yeah. The trailer is no place to live in, and I refuse to be in the 2fort. I have always wanted a little house for myself, something to work with. I have always wanted to plan my dream house and then start to build it little by little, but seeing by how things are going, either my plans are going to waste, or I should just accept that there is no dream location other than this here. I wouldn't want to leave here though."

Scout nodded eagerly. "Well I get you at that! I wouldn't want to live here either! But one day, we'll get out of here, and you can start making that house of yours." The Scout looks over at the blueprints. "So what's your plan? You have one master bedroom, living room, dining room, kitchen, work room… are you planning on living there alone?" He says as he notes the lack of guest rooms. He didn't really think that it meant that he wouldn't be included in his dream house, but more like the lack of wanting to have any extra family members. Scout's home had many rooms in it, even thou they always had to share rooms with their brothers.

"Nah, I really wouldn't mind having someone, but I really don't have anyone in mind, and I have no desire for kids of my own. Maybe a dog." He mused and shook his head.

"But I guess it's time for breakfast. You want to get in to the wheelchair yourself, or should I lift you?" Scout shook his hands in pushing motion and and made sure to whip his head back and forth in a huge no. "Don't you even dare! I will have to learn to take care of myself!"

Engineer shook his head with a grin on his face, but he brought the when chair over for Scout. "I will ace this, just watch me!" He boasted, and took a hold of the armrest, and tried to lift himself on, but noticed that it was really difficult with the chair moving and shaking under him. It was easier to pull the chair towards him than it was to pull himself towards the chair, which was the opposite of what he wanted. The Engineer went to take a hold from the bike handles that he had soldered on the chair, only to receive a scowl from Scout. "Just back off, I got this!" He said, and tried again, hoping that he could lift himself up a little more, just enough that he was no longer sitting in the armchair. But it was way harder than he had expected.

So he tried another way, he tried facing the chair with his back, just like he had been moving a while ago. He lifted himself so that he was holding himself up with his arms, but when he was pushing himself forward, he was actually just pushing the wheel chair further, and he almost fell on his ass when the wheelchair completely escaped him, only to have the Engineer hold the chair in place in the last possible moment. "This is harder than I thought." He said, and he was now cursing the armrests. Even thou they provided a good grip, it made it harder for him to get in to it. "I will try once more, back off." He said, and pulled the chair back to the armchair he vacated. This time he tried to head on approach, pulling himself forward so that he was resting on the chair with his stomach. He then bend himself so that he was laying in an arch, chest against the backrest, lower stomach and crotch against the chair. He then started to twist his body around, until he was eventually on the chair, but he was slowly falling off, but with the remaining of his energy he managed to pull himself up to sit properly on the chair. "Oh my god that was difficult, but so worth it! I did it! I have mastered the wheelchair!" He boasted, and cheered his victory with a wide smile, and Engineer gave him a couple claps of hands. "Well done Scout. I'm glad to know that I don't have to deal with that, because it looks totally awkward." He says, and Scout points at him with a finger before shaking his fist at him. "This totally is! Survival of the fittest man and I'm really fit!" He said, and proceeded to swing his hands in the air as if he was celebrating a goal. Well, in his eyes, he kind of had scored one big time.

First milestone in Scout's handicapped life: Climb on to the wheelchair by his own.

Engineer couldn't help but smile fondly at the energetic man he had been given to deal with.

Once Scout was done celebrating his success with the wheelchair, they went to have breakfast. Scout was eagerly planning his day, wanting to find something to do to make himself either useful, or busy.

"I would like to go for… well, a walk, but It would be more like scrolling, you know?" He was explaining between mouthfuls "I used to go jogging quite often, and I kind of miss that." He said, and pushed the plate away from himself once he was full. "Well, now that I can push myself about, I think that there is nothing to stop me, so I think that I should be going." Scout was already dragging himself out, but Engineer swapped him on his arms and carried him through the door. It was decided that the wheelchair would be left outside, because there wasn't much use for it inside. Besides, he still needed help to get through the front door. It was obvious that trailer doors were not handicap friendly.

"Would you like to come for a walk with me?" Scout was lowered on the wheelchair, and he was already scrolling on his way.

"I guess I have no choice, you are not allowed to wander on your own, and I doubt that you know your way around here." He said and pulled his hardhat lower so it was providing him shade from the warm heat and sunshine of the outside air.

"Guess so." Scout said, and started to push himself forwards, expecting engineer to be right behind him. He went on for a while, pushing himself forwards, when he noticed that the movement became easier on him, and he knew that Engineer was pushing him. "Hey, hey, hey, no cheating! I will do this all by myself!" Scout tried to twist so that he could shoo Engineer away, and with a sigh the Engineer came to walk beside him. "I want to be able to do things by myself. I appreciate your help, but I will need to learn to vend for myself at some point." Engineer nodded, and watched as Scout pushed himself forwards, moving faster than was necessary. They hadn't gotten too far when Scout was already complaining about how his arms were getting tired. "This sure is more tiring than I expected. I should start exorcising or something. Maybe start lifting weights. Then it would be easier to lift myself in the wheelchair too." He puffed, and even Engineer noticed how Scout's phase was dropping. "Okay, you can have a break. Just a tiny one. But then we will continue, okay." Scout said, and Engineer smiled. As if he needed a break. Scout looked like he was melting on his chair, and he tried to shake his hands a little. "Man, I really need to get to that exorcising. Could you like, get me weights or something?" Scout panted, and shook his head to freshen up. "You okay now, maybe we should continue." He wheezed, and started to push himself onwards.

"We could like, go walk around the 2fort, I'm sure I can do that." He mumbled, and Engineer was glad that Scout had taken to proceeding with slower phase that Scout could keep his strength up with.

"What day is it anyway?" Scout asked, and Engineer had to think about that for a moment. They had not had anything special going on so he had forgotten to keep track of the days, but he could still count the days. "It's Wednesday."

"Only Wednesday? So I will have to use these same clothes for half a week still?" He asked, and kept pushing himself forwards. "Well, we can always wash those clothes." Engineer commented, and Scout nodded " Yeah, that would be nice." He said, and looked back at Engineer. "So, you have a washing machine in that shed of yours, or do we have to go to 2fort?" Engineer looked kind of unease, and shrugged. "Well, I would prefer if we stayed as far from the others as we could." He mumbled, and seemed to scowl to the idea of having to meet Soldier there. "But the only thing I have is a washing board and a barrel." He said, and swiped his forehead.

"Dude, that's ancient! But Okay. I can do the washing! Maybe it will help my arms!" Scout refused to become lazy or bored, so he tried to make himself do as much work as he could. Besides that would repay Engineer for taking care of him. He was now completely sure that no-one else would bother because of him.

"Yeah, I might just as well wash your laundry too!" He exclaimed, and started to push himself harder.

After that Engineer noticed that Scout had started to push himself even further and further, trying to take a load of work for himself, and not complaining nearly as much as he had expected the be possible for Scouts in general. Their own team Scout surely was the worst, but he was secretly glad that the Scout he was to deal with was the nicest kind. He had noticed that if he so much as thought about having to do something, Scout would immediately be there to volunteer. It wasn't a bad thing really, the boy obviously needed something to do to not get bored out of his fits. Engineer had to admit that it would get really boring in the middle of nowhere with absolutely nothing to do but everyday things. The cable sucked here, and all the books he owned were made of text that completely exceeded Scout's ability to understand. Engineer found himself wishing that weekend would arrive fast so he could get the poor kid some proper clothing and maybe books. He did own a TV and a dvd player, so he might get them a movie, but he had the most horrible taste in movies that he doubted that Scout would appreciate his movie choice. It would be easiest to bring the kid with him, but he was not allowed to take the Scout with him, but he wasn't allowed to leave him alone in the trailer either, which was a very complicated situation.

But thankfully he had thought up a way for him to go to the nearest town. He would just have to spent a couple of days promising the heaven, earth and whatever was in-between to Sniper so he could sit on Scout watch.

This of course resulted to a lot of resistance from Scout. "I'm not spending a single moment alone with that man!" Engineer had tried to be reasonable, and he had explained the situation several times to the Scout. "I have told you that he is the only man I trust enough to not to kill you in my absence." He said, only to get a new comeback from Scout: "Yeah, he might not kill me himself, but I doubt that he would come to my aid if someone else would!" Engineer sighed. Scout was so stubborn at some times. "Sniper promised me to keep you safe." Engineer mumbled, and sat down in the kitchen chair. "I told him that you were doing housework, so if chopping firewood is something you feel like doing, you have my permission to hold an axe, if that makes you feel any safer." He said, and Scout nodded. "It's only for a day." Engineer emphases, and lets Scout think about it for a while.

"Okay, but just for this once. I don't get along with him. Not at all." He hissed, and Engineer shook his head in defeat. "He can be a jerk at times, but his a good man. Deep inside there somewhere." Scout sulked for the rest of the week, not really feeling like talking to Engineer after that, and Engineer hoped that Scout would snap out of it eventually. He also hoped that Scout and Sniper wouldn't kill each other in his absence.

The weekend came by really slow, and when Sniper came by it seemed to arrive so suddenly like a slap on the face. Sniper and Engineer didn't talk to each other for long before Engineer was already gone. It looked like Sniper was sulking at Engineer as well because he was made to babysit.

"I'm going to be inside of the van, and you can do whatever it is that you do." Sniper said, and left Scout outside alone, which Scout was very pleased of. He couldn't stand Sniper any more than he had to.

So Scout started chopping on some firewood. Engineer had gotten him a pile of lumber this morning so he could spend most of his time chopping. Scout was secretly very glad of that, because he hoped that he could have as much distraction as he could to keep himself out of Sniper's way.

So he started chopping, he had been working on it for less than an hour, when he heard running steps coming at his way, and he noticed a RED flash come his way. Wow, was the RED Scout fast. Scout had almost forgotten how fast the other was. It had taken him his all to best him at running, but he had done it. It counted if he won most of their races on the field.

"Well isn't it the pet Adopted by the engineer." The RED Scout sneered. "I had to see you myself, and man, am I surprised. My counterpart without his precious legs, weak and completely unprotected." He seemed to be circling him, and he kept batting his baseball bat up and down on his shoulders. "Well, at least Engineer has been able to turn you in to a completely slave. I have seen you do all his housework for him, how pathetic is that?" Scout was boiling with anger and he tightened his grip around his axe. If the RED Scout dared to come closer, he wouldn't hesitate to take a swing.

"At least I don't need to feel threatened by you, what could you ever do to harm me, Too bad for you that I have the home advantage." The RED Scout went in to the hitting position, rolling the ball on his palm. "But I'm not known for taking unwanted risks. While I'm still in charge here, I will not tolerate another Scout in my eyes." the RED Scout crouched and prepared to throw the ball to the air, ready to hit it. It was a point blank range, Scout knew that. "Scout had no time to lift his hands op to his eyes, and he threw the axe away from him in an instinct. He had closed his eyes and was preparing for a world of pain when he heard the loud wham as the RED Scout hit the baseball. He heard a loud slap as the ball hit flesh, but it wasn't his pain. Scout opened his eyes quickly to notice that the Sniper had opened the trailer door and caught the ball in mid throw, and Scout knew that the man's hand had to be smashed. He could see the Sniper's hand shake visibly, and he noted how it turned red as he crushed the ball with his hand.

"You!" He yelled to the RED Scout, and stepped down from the trailer step. "I told you to stay away from here!" He yelled, and walked forward fast, gluing the RED Scout in the ground. Scout could see that the RED Scout was intimidated by the Sniper's anger, but he was too proud to take a step back to retreat.

"You sick son of a bitch should learn to not shake that stick to just anyone!" The Sniper scolded, and took the RED Scout by the neck, and forced the younger boy on his knees. "I will skin you if I see you about once more, you hear me." He growled, but the RED Scout only grinned at him. "As if you would. I know that you are full of empty threats!" He laughed, and stood up, removing the Sniper's hand from his collar.

"Mark my word I will make sure that they both get what's coming for them." The RED Scout hissed, and made an intimidating move by pushing his head and chest forward, making Sniper to lean back. "Next time wont end up so well, and next time you wont be here to stop me." The RED Scout hissed, and turned on his heels to walk away. "You better leave, and take your fucking ball with you!" The Sniper yelled and threw it as fast and hard as he could towards the Scout. The fly of the ball was uncoordinated and slobby, defiitely not a professional throw, but it still hit the other on the back of his head with dead on accuracy with such a force that it made the RED Scout topple, but he managed to not fall on his face. He picked up the ball, and flipped a bird at Sniper. Sniper exhaled air through his nose.

"That child will be the death of all of us, unless I can kill him first. Mark my words, one day I will." The Sniper growled, and kicked a rock quite hard to vend off his aggression.

"I see that you have awesome group spirit going on." The Scout mumbled, and the Sniper slouched on the garden chair next to Scout.

"We have an amazing relationship going on, we all love to hate each other." The Sniper growled, and took out his kukri and started to sharpen the blade. "That mother fucker is the best and worst Scout I have ever seen. He has been on our group for ears now. You know how Scouts don't usually last long in any team? Well, our little fucker there is immortal I say. He just refuses to fucking die. His ruthless and completely undefeated on field." Sniper hissed, and Stared at Scout. "How long is the contract for Scouts in your team?" Sniper asks, sneering as sharpens his blade so hard that there were sparks flying.

Scout swallowed and mumbled "An year, or unless a replacement is found. Usually Scouts don't last that long." Scouts were the pawns of the chess, the necessary sacrifices that had to be done to keep the rest of the team going.

"Our Scout has been with us for 6 years." Sniper hissed, and Scout looked surprised. That must be the longest time a Scout had been in any group ever. "We simply cannot find an replacement for him, and he refuses to leave." The Sniper mumbled, and hit the kukri on a lodge to see how sharp it was. The knife sink almost to the halfway of the thick log.

"We have been searching for a Scout who is faster, stronger, smarter… Simply better than him to take his place, but we have not had any luck in that department." Sniper looked at his knees and lowered his hat on his lap.

"For a small moment we had the most amazing Scout with us. It was three years back. The Scout we have now was not as mad then as he is now, he had just managed to keep himself in the group by extending and redoing his contract, but that was the last year he was allowed to do that. But anyways, the Scout that was to take his place was a bundle of energy. He was nice, kind, naive, and he got well with everyone. That damn thing even got to the Soldier's better side, which tells a lot. Even I liked him. I would even go as far as to call him my best friend. He came by my van and post every evening to just talk. I didn't care of his company too much at that time, but I warned up to him. He was smart, agile, and lively, and he sure was playful." The Sniper looked at his hands and then to the distance. He saw a the Sniper dock in the distance. Under the dock there were trees growing, but Scout couldn't see well so far.

Sniper continued his story as he watched the trees in the distance "He Once told me that his favorite place was the Sniper dock. He loved seeing the 2fort for everything it was worth from up there, and he loved the apple trees that were growing below. He said that apples were his favorite fruit in existence." Sniper smiled. "I hate apples. I never wanted to taste any of the apples he offered me, and I still wont." He laughed, and shook his head.

"And not long after that it was the time for the other Scout to go. His deal had ended, but he had other plans. He reclaimed his position by making sure that he would always be the only Scout in the fort. I buried my best friend under the damn trees he loved so fucking much." The Sniper said, and Scout could see the red eyes, and he didn't know if he should say comforting words and reach for Sniper, or just let the man collect himself. Sniper was a proud man, he was not sure if he would react kindly to hugging.

"After that I met Engineer. He was there to keep me sane when I mourned my best friend and wished the Scout who did this would soon face the same fate. Engineer was my support, and he soon became a close friend. I have seen a lot of death in the battlefield, but that was the first time I had to bury someone I loved." The Sniper said, and got up. "I recommend that you will stay out of the other Scout's way. I know that your fate is pretty much sealed now that he has laid eyes upon you, but it would kill me if I and the Engineer would have to switch up the roles about who's comforting whom." The Sniper went to retreat to the Trailer, and he looked at the Scout with eyes that told him to do his best.

"Keep up the good work with those firewoods." He wished, and stepped in to the trailer, and soon the silence fell heavy to the air. Scout seemed to lose his enthusiasm to work on the firewood, but he was adamant to get the job done before the Engineer would arrive.
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