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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 awoke the next morning, and he noticed that he was being used as a giant teddy bear by the Engineer. The other was still fully dressed, Obviously he had fallen asleep after the movie just like Scout had. Actually, Scout was very fine with this situation. He could still smell the faint trace of Engineer's cologne, but the man smelled more like himself now. Scout liked the smell. Engineer smelled like oil, grease and cloth washing powder. He could hardly resist hugging Engineer right back, but decided against it. He could control himself better.

"Hey, Engineer?" Scout asked, and he shook the man by his shoulder. "Engineer?" Scout asked, and he shook a bit harder. The Engineer made a very drowsy, gruff murmur as he tried to protest.

"Wake up, I'm bored." Scout said, and Engineer just hugged him closer and buried his face in to Scout's side. The movement causet the other's 5 o'clock shadow brush against Scout's neck, making Scout ticklish."Hey now, don't get all handsy on me." Scout laughed awkwardly, and tried to gain distance between them, and his wiggling was probably the thing that finally woke Engineer.

"Scout!" He exclaimed, and pushed himself up to sit "Good morning." He mumbled, and hurriedly got up, and started to smooth down his overalls. "Erm, sorry about that." Engineer said, and Scout shook his head, seeing that Engineer was obviously awkward. "It's totally cool." he said, and pushed himself up to sit.

"Would you mind taking me outside? I want to start training with these legs. We could cook outside." Scout suggested, and tried to move by lifting himself up and throwing himself forwards, but he noticed that with the heavy prosthesis attached to him, this was now way harder than what it was before. Way harder as in nearly impossible.

"Yeah, I've got you." Engineer picked Scout up, and carried him on his arms. He had one arm on Scout's back, and one under the knee, and Scout felt awkward by this. He didn't mind the closure this time, but he hated the extra wight of the prosthesis. His legs were swinging about, looking like they were just loose weight. The weight felt horrible on his legs, pulling and aching from the part where the prosthesis was attached. It felt uncomfortable, heavy and tiring, and the he was pained. Moving the prosthesis hurt, and the pain was similar to moving with a broken limb that had not yet been plastered, or moving a tooth that was about to fall off.

"My legs hurt." Scout complained, and Engineer shushed him. "It's okay. It's supposed to hurt for some time. I can't promise you that the pain will go away during the next week. Eventually it will fade." Scout nodded and he felt uncomfortable. He hoped that he could by somehow speed up the healing process.

Engineer brought Scout outside and he laid him on the wheelchair, and he himself went to fetch the necessities to cook a proper stew on the campfire. He thought that some potato and vegetable stew would be the perfect call for today.

Scout kept fiddling with his legs. He tried to lift his tight and move the prosthesis, and he felt uncomfortable. The only positive thing now was that his pant legs covered the prosthesis. It was very ugly to look at.

"Could you roll up your pant legs?" Engineer asked, and Scout looked at him wildly. "Why?" He asked, and felt very reluctant to comply. "I'm worried that the fabric will get between the cock wheels. You better not take that risk with the prototype prosthesis." Engineer said, and mixed the stew at the same time. Scout scoffed as he complied, being really slow as he reluctantly rolled the pant legs up. "But these legs are so ugly." Scout whined, and stared at the mechanic leg that looked really out of place when attached to him. "I know, but it will have to do for now. They are the only prototype I have." Engineer said, and Scout sighed. There was nothing he could do about the legs. "Can you at least make the next prototype lighter? I dunno, use aluminum or something." Scout grumbled, and shoved his hands across his chest with a huff. "Engineer laughed at his antics. "Sure."

Scout tried to learn to walk with the legs by moving the leg forwards, stepping on the ground with it, and rolling onwards in his wheelchair to take another step. It was slow and frustrating, and the leg was really stiff and heavy. All the moving hurt, but Scout was adamant to keep on trying. He kept on going until Engineer asked him to eat. Scout ate slowly, his head in his thoughts as he tried to figure out ways to train his legs better.

"Maybe we could try that another way. I could hold you up and you could try walking." Engineer suggested, and Scout nodded. It sounded like a good point. Scout put his empty plate on a stack with Engineer's plate, and he lifted his arms up to be held. Scout was picked up from the wheelchair, and Engineer held him close to his chest and Scout tried to take small steps forwards. Engineer didn't allow him to lay any weight on his legs, but he was glad to see that he could actually lift the damn things on his own, even of they were only small steps. He kept on trying, and he managed to walk for several meters until he became so sore that he couldn't take a single step forwards. The joint hurt so bad with every step that Scout felt like the prosthesis might fall off at any point.

"Holy Christ, what is that monster?!" Someone exclaimed behind them, and Engineer swung Scout around so fast that his legs actually whipped about, swinging from side to side, making Scout yelp in pain. Engineer kept apologizing.

"Jesus Engineer, what have you done?" The Sniper asked, and he looked at Scout as if he had seen a ghost. "You have created a cyborg."

"Hey, it's cool, one day he will be able to walk again." The Engineer said, and took Scout back to the wheelchair.

"How very eerie." Sniper said, as he proceeded to poke the prosthesis and Scout's leg, making Scout flinch every time he hurt thanks to the man's teasing.

"Hey, stop it, it hurts!" Scout yelled, and tried to push Sniper further, but thanks to Sniper long limps, he was able to keep distance but still reach to poke him. "Bullshit. Metal ain't got feeling in to it." Sniper grunted as he proceeded with his groping.

"It's like new and better version of Scout. Scout 2.0" Sniper joked, and smiled then. "Scout 2.0, that's cool. I'll keep calling you that." He teased, and finally went away from teasing Scout.

"Why are you here anyways?" Scout asked, and Sniper shook his shoulders. "Well, I thought that I was smelling food, so I made my way here, and what do I see? A robot hybrid of this annoying kid I found was just dawdling about." The Sniper mumbled, and then noticed the food that was still warm above the fire. "But now that you remind me, do you mind if I grab a bowl?" Engineer swung his hand in a motion that told him to help himself "Feel free to serve yourself." Engineer said, and sat down on a garden chair. Sniper took himself some of the stew, but kept talking between mouthfuls. "Does that machine hurt you?" He asked Scout, and Scout looked back at him as if he hadn't expected the question. "Well, yes. It does. It hurts a lot actually, but I hope that the pain will settle down eventually." He said, and rubbed his legs. He hoped that a little massage would cool down his nerves that were currently singing hosanna in pain. "But you will be able to walk again?" Sniper asked, and looked at Scout's leg, and Scout could see that he was not attracted by what he saw.

Scout had not been too fond of Sniper's attention, but now that he didn't have it, he felt himself ugly, unworthy, flawed. He just didn't want to be looked at with disgust. Maybe one day someone saw past the prosthesis, or he would get better looking prosthesis if nothing else.

"Yah, I hope so." Scout mumbled, and looked away. "It will take a while to learn to use these, but I hope so." He said, and pushed himself about.

"I'm going to take a walk." He said, and Sniper yelled after him "Don't sprain yourself!" Scout flipped him a bird, but didn't stop moving "I meant a metaphorical walk!".

After he had gone for a while, he noticed that Engineer had come along with him, and Scout didn't mind. He was always glad of the others company.

The following days were kind of the same. Scout spent most of his time outside either trying to learn to walk, or training his arms. He didn't think that he needed that much arm muscle now if he could master the walking again, but it had never hurt anyone to gain some extra strength.

After several days he managed the moving of his legs, but he was still too unstable to walk, and he couldn't carry his whole weight with his legs only, the pain to stand on his own was too great. Engineer had tried to help him by carrying him as Scout walked, and he had mastered that quite well now, he would just have to withstand the pain it took to stay up. He had asked engineer if the pain would always be there, but he had shrugged. Engineer couldn't say for sure because he had no experience on that field, but he guessed that sooner or later his skin would harden and his leg would get stronger, and he would adjust to the prosthesis. He said that he hoped that the pain would eventually fade.

Scout had kept whining about the pain for long enough for Engineer to get him a pair of clutches, which Scout was eternally grateful for. Now he wouldn't need to lay his full weigh on the prosthesis. He could start putting his weight on them a little at a time.

Engineer had even showed him how he could remove the prosthesis. The metal around his tight was there forever unless it broke, but everything below the knee could be removed quite easily. Sometimes Scout took the prosthesis off so he could have a moment off the training and constant pain. He still hurt a little, but the pain was lessened enormously when the prosthesis were off. He had taken a habit of sleeping with his prosthesis off.

He didn't stop training thou. He was adamant that one day he would master the art of walking again. He was even more eager to believe that one day he could run just like in the old times.

It was a couple of days later when Scout finally managed to stand up on his own without the clutches. The pain was too big for him to stand up for long, but it was progress none the less. He had not taken to account that when he carried his own weight it was more difficult to bend the knee part of the prosthesis, and his walking was awkward. It was as if he was walking with stick legs, just awkwardly swinging from one leg to another.

"Well look at what we have here? Are you trying to get up from the dirt?" Scout whipped around, and almost fell. It was really hard to keep balance with the prosthesis, especially since he had nearly no control over the sole of the prosthesis.

"What do you want?" Scout demanded, and stared in the eye of the RED Scout.

"Nothing. Just came to look on the experiment. Scout 2.0 I have heard. Cute. But I'm also here to warn you." The RED Scout said, and Scout growled at him.

"I'm here to give you final warning. You should better leave, or the next time I see you will be the last." The RED Scout made a movement of quickly pulling his fingers past his throat, making it very clear that he would cut Scout's neck the next time they met.

"Noted." He hissed, and balled his hands in to tight fist. The RED Scout just rolled his eyes.

"It seems that you have attached yourself to our team like a leech. I don't like that." The RED Scout growled, and walked closer. He walked so close that he was only a breath away from the other Scout. "You have become the Engineer's pet. Always at his feet."

"I'm no pet." Scout growled, and was startled when the RED Scout laughed loudly. "As if! But you should be grateful. If you weren't under constant watch I would have killed you already."

"What is stopping you." Scout spat. He tried to look intimidating, but when his legs trembled from the excess strain, he knew that he couldn't thread a child.

"Nothing is stopping me. I could do it right now, right here. I just prefer being able to off people without people clinging in the picture. I hate the fuzz." RED Scout looked as if he had a sore taste in his mouth.

"Well do it then. I dare you!" Scout growled, and tried to be intimidating by showing himself up to the other, trying to force the other to take a step back but with no avail.

"I would be glad to beat you up right now. I'm tempted to, really, but my mom taught me to not pick on lesser people. And I'm in a hurry. There is a meeting soon. But don't worry, we will be in touch." The RED Scout smirked gleefully, and turned around. H e took a step away to leave, but he stopped suddenly. Before Scout could even brace himself his fave met the hardness of the RED Scout's fist, and he fell on the ground with a loud thumb and clatter of metal. He immediately raised his hand to his jaw to feel if it was still on place, only to feel that it was. IT hurt a shitton to move his jaw, but it was still moving at least. "That's for throwing me with a rock." The RED Scout growled, and he took a couple of running steps forwards before he kicked Scout on the side of his face with full force, making Scout feel his neck snap painfully, and his head was aching so hard that he couldn't even lift it off the ground. "And that's for trying to stand up to yourself." The RED Scout sneered and turned around and walked away.

Scout held his head in his arms, and he could see droplets of blood hit the ground. He could feel that there was a huge bruise forming on his cheek and temple, and that his lip and the side of his eye had torn open. He could taste blood, so he kept spitting on the ground. HE felt that he got a loose teeth in there, and he sucked up his bride and he reached in to pull tit out. He threw the bloody teeth on the ground, and he growled in pain.

That damn Scout would be the death of him eventually.

Scout picked himself up from the ground, and he tried to pull himself to his wheelchair, but the wheelchair escaped him. He groaned as he tried to will the hurt to vain.

He turned on his back and he took the cloth Engineer used to clean around the campfire to push against his face to try and stop the bleeding. He laid on his back on the ground as he tried to remember when Engineer would be back.

Scout knew about the meeting, since Engineer had already left to attend. Scout had been left alone, as Engineer trusted enough in him to have him wander.

Scout noticed that when he wasn't standing the pain on his legs was actually dulling gradually. That did not matter though, because all the pain that went away from his leg, was only coming back with vigor on his face.

But Scout couldn't help but think. He knew that the RED Scout's words were to be taken seriously. The next time meant business, and he would have to be prepared. He was so worried about thinking the RED Scout, that he didn't notice it as someone crept behind him.

"Good evening Gentleman."

Scout turned his head hastily around, and saw the RED Spy behind him. The man was standing so straight Scout seriously thought that the man had been tied on a pole. Scout was about to open up his mouth to question the other's presence, but snapped his jaws shut when he remembered that it wasn't wise to talk to strangers around these parts.

"Oh relax, I'm not here to harm. Besides, it seems that someone beat you to it." The Spy said and guffawed at his joke. The laugh was short and court, and held no real feeling in it. Once spy saw that Scout was clearly not amused, he laid a scrutinizing look at one of the garden chairs, judging if it was clean enough to sit on. It must have been suitable, since the Spy sat on it after swiping his hand over the seat to be certain. The man looked gay as he only sat at the mere edge of the seat, as if the seat would somehow contaminate his precious behind.

The spy looked at Scout with a scrutinizing look, no doubt sneering at his mangled face, and sneering at the fact that Scout was laying on the dirt.

"I must admit that I have been keeping an eye on you." The Spy said as he laid his legs forwards, throwing his right leg over the left, throwing a bit of dirt on Scout's face at the process. He also crossed his fingers and laid his hands on his lap casually.

Scout had noticed that the man had been watching him, but he guessed that it was Spy's job to know everything about everyone.

"I have noted that you have been working quite a lot for your prowess, and that you have quite a lot of friends already, all things considered. Engineer seems really affectionate towards you, and somehow you have even got the Sniper on your side." The Spy said, and seemed to be straightening his sleeve. "I also note that you have gained enemies already." The Spy laughed, and shook his head. Scout had to resist his urge to yell "Obviously" at the other. "I must admit that everyone at the 2fort seems to hate you, or is indifferent about you, but the RED Scout loathes you. And knowing his background, not a surprise."

"What are you getting at?" Scout interrupted the Spy's chitchat, really not being on the same track of thought with the Spy. Scout didn't care about his no speak policy. If the man wanted to hurt him, he would have done so already. He was laying on the floor defenselessly. He would have been an easy target. Scout simply couldn't understand the other's sudden need to tell him all this that he already knew.

"Well, I just found out this new gossip that has been going on about the Fort, and I thought that you might be interested." The Spy looked at Scout, who raised his brow at him. "I thought you hated me." Scout noted. He had never had problems with the Spy, but thanks to everyone's words about his infamous person, he assumed that everyone hated him by default.

"Don't get me wrong, I hate you just as much as everyone else, there is just another Scout in the campus I hate more than you at the moment. No need to be jealous." Sniper pushed himself up to stand, and and he turned around to look somewhere far off. "Why are you not at the meeting?" Scout asked, knowing that the meeting was the place where the Spy was supposed the at the moment. "And what for? I already know everything that's going on, even at the meeting." He said mysteriously, and grinned at Scout. "Would you follow me, and I'll show you where the rumors got their origin."

Scout considered his options. He was not allowed to wander, and it was not a good idea to trust a spy. He was curious though, and he doubted that no-one would notice his absence, besides, the man seemed to share a common enemy.

Scout didn't think it was wise to follow the Spy, but he realized that his fingertips were tingling with curiosity. He wanted to go, he wanted to know. He got up to stand, and took a hesitant step onwards. Spy's eyes were immediately by his feet.

"Does this bother you?" Scout asked, and stomped his leg to show his point. He might not be ready to walk all the way the Spy was going to take him, but he was damned if he gave up now that he knew that the other was already judging him. he was probably calling him weak and a freak in his mind as they were. Spy remained silent, but Scout got all the answers he was looking for from the man's face.

"Let's go." Scout said determinedly, and made himself walk, and he put all of his concentration in to walking like a normal being. He knew that it was difficult to bend his knee, and that the junction of the prosthesis and his leg hurt like hell with every step he took, but he was going to bite his teeth and take it. He was not going to be thought any less just because he had finally been given back his ability to walk.

They walked silently for a long while, and Scout was really regretting the whole idea of walking. He should have just taken his wheelchair instead. He was starting to walk like a robot, but he was too tired to fix it. He kept walking a couple of steps behind Spy, not trusting his back for the man.

Scout was surprised when Spy started a conversation.

"So you and Engineer get along, I have noticed." The Spy said, and didn't look back at the Scout, he just kept walking onwards. "Yeah. He's been good to me. He even made these legs for me." Scout said, and Sniper nodded, even if the faint movement was hard to see because Scout was constantly looking at the back of his head.

"So you have already settled, I take." The Spy said, and Scout had no idea where the man was going at, but he didn't see any harm in the questions, it was probably just curiosity that all Spies had. "Well, kinda. I enjoy his company, and I feel at home with him."

"So he is your friend." Scout nodded at that, but realized that Spy couldn't see him from behind. "Yeah. We are friends."

They walked for a while in Silence, but then Spy spoke again. "Sniper talks a lot about you."

"He does?" Scout had never thought that the Sniper would be talking to others about him, but he guessed that it was possible. The man had to have friends or acquaintances in his own team. He wasn't that surprised after all. "I guess that he grew fond of me too."

"He thinks highly of you. Are you sure that's all he feels?" Spy asked, and Scout huffed. "He can feel what he wants. I only see him as a friend." Scout scoffed. He was not mad at Sniper, he just hoped that the man stopped seeing him as a something he wasn't.

"I see." The Spy said, and they walked another couple of feet in silence. Spy wasn't the best of conversation partners, but it was better to talk than walk in silence. Scout always felt awkward when in silence.

"So do you like being in our team?" Spy asked, and Scout raised a brow, even if he knew that Spy couldn't see it. He had never felt like he was part of any team anymore, but he really didn't know what else to call it, because he wasn't a quest, but he wasn't a prisoner either. He just was.

"Well, I really don't know about the others in the RED team, but I like being with Engineer, and Sniper too, occasionally." He said, and Spy answered him with a plain "I see."

"So what would you be ready to give to be able to stay?" Scout hadn't expected that. He really hadn't thought that his stay had a expiration date on it, but he guessed that the RED wouldn't keep him forever. He thought about what would happen if they someday decided to kick him out. He could always return to his own team, if they took him back that was. But he had never felt at home there. He didn't have as good friends there as he now was with Engineer. He would miss him the most. He would probably have to return home to his boring life, being picked on by his brothers, and having to find a job. Scout was horrible at everything. He had barely gone to school, and he had no profession. He had nothing. If he left, he would be stuck doing crappy jobs in fast food places with horrible customers, living with his mother until the end of days. That was not what he wanted of his future. Eventually his mother would shoo him away, making him find his own place, own job, a girlfriend to bring in to every Christmas family dinner, and he would be completely alone in the world. He didn't want that. He missed Engineer already even if he was not really going anywhere. He didn't want to leave. If he could choose he would stay here forever. He would start doing simple things, anything to make himself useful to them. He would make it so that they would not just discard him, or kill him at that matter. He had never realized how crap his life was until he realized that this what he now had was the best thing that he could get, or had had so far. He was glad with how the things were now.

"Scout?" Spy's words suddenly got to him, and he snapped his head up. He hadn't noticed that he had sunk so completely in to his thoughts.

"I'll stay. I have no Idea what I can do or give to make sure that I can keep staying where I am, but once I find out, I'll be glad to stay. I'm glad with everything I have now. I'm not giving that up easily."

Spy turned to look at Scout to judge if he meant it, and he smiled when he saw that Scout had actually meant that. "Good. We are almost there."

They walked until they were at the top of a certain hill, and what Scout saw on the other side was the one of the most familiar things he had ever seen. Second to only his childhood home.

"It's the BLU base." He deadpanned, and looked at the Spy with confusion. "Why are we here?" He asked, and protected his eyes from the bright sun and the fast wind.

"Look." Spy pointed at the front yard, and Scout could see his old team there. The Blu Engineer was sitting by the campfire, playing his guitar. The Sniper telling them all a story about one of his adventures back at home, and Heavy and Medic were talking about something, heads almost touching, clearly not wanting to share whatever topic it was they were on about. The Pyro was tending the fire by firing his flamethrower at it now and then.

Demoman was drunk as usual, and the Soldier tried to watch over him, so he wouldn't fall on the campfire. It had happened once. Spy was leaning against the wall, looking over all of them.

"It's like I wasn't even missing." Scout mumbled, and sat down on the hill. His legs were killing him, and from this high he could see perfectly to the campfire even if seated.

"But who will do all the Scouting?" He asked. He knew that a Scout was important strategy wise, and he was sure that his team would be worried over him, looking for him.

"They have a Scout." The Spy said, and nodded at the doors of the base that now slammed open. There was another Scout there. He was young, blonde, and he laughed. He was happy, and he held the biggest bag of marshmallow in his hands that Scout had ever seen. He had never roasted marshmallow in his life, and Seeing the other Scout do so with his team made him jealous.

The other Scout ate his marshmallow greedily, as the other team members enjoyed theirs, and once he was done, he started explaining eagerly about something, and he used the stick which had been used to roast a marshmallow only a second ago to emphasize his point, swinging it about madly, almost poking someone's eye out. The others didn't mind though, they were laughing at his stories.

"Hey, that's no fair! No-one ever liked my stories." Scout mumbled, and used his hands to pull his prosthetic legs up so they were folded from the knee. He pressed his chin against the cold ball joint.

"You have already been replaced." The Spy said, and patted Scout on the back once. Scout gained no comfort from the gesture.

"Why did you show me this?" Scout asked, sounding sad. He sounded sad because he was. He had never been so close with his own team that the imposter was now.

"I wanted to show you that you have no team to return to." Spy said, and crouched down be on Scout's level. He did not sit, Scout thought that he didn't see ground clean enough to sit on.

"Well congratulations. You succeeded." Scout pouted, and hugged the cold prosthetic legs against his chest.

"I also showed this to you to tell you that you already got a team. You will just have to make yourself a spot in it." The Spy sighed, and looked at Scout.

"It's a mutual feeling between all of us RED. Everyone except Soldier hates the Scout we have to put up with. I don't care who you were, how crap you are at walking, but I want you to get over yourself, learn to run, and take your place. It's yours if you can take it." Spy got up, and started to walk away. He left Scout to the hill to sit in shock.

"The meeting ends after an hour." The Spy had said, and cloaked. Scout could not see him anywhere. "Say Hi to your mom." Scout could hear from the distance, which made him arch his brow. Whatever that meant. He did not pay attention to the last words. He remained sitting still on the hill, looking over his old team.

His old team. He realized, and got up.

He couldn't wallow in misery, he had to do something. He already had a great team, with friends and people who he would just need to win over, and he could get everything he had wanted to have. Friends, and somewhere to belong. And he could have it. And have it he would. Even if he would need to kill a man to get it.

Scout ran all the way back to the engineer's trailer. He didn't care that his legs hurt, he didn't care that he could taste blood in his mouth after running without having any proper exorcise in weeks.

He would train, and he would challenge the RED Scout, and he would win. He would make Engineer proud of him. He would make him grateful for doing all this for him. He would make himself a spot in this team, even if it was the last thing he would do.
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