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TF2 Paternal - Chapter 5

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Chapter 5 - Dangerous Encounters


The next day had arrived.  Both teams had clocked in and were awaiting the day of fighting to start.  As soon as The Announcer started the match, both teams made their way onto the field and began their given tasks.  Engineer quickly made his way onto the catwalk Scout suggested the previous day and quickly set up a level 3 sentry.  He had come under fire quickly from the RED team's Soldier, but BLU's Pyro was quick to shoot the rocket back with his own flamethrower at their assailant.  Pyro lifted his flamethrower up in the air triumphantly and let out a muffled battle cry as the enemy Soldier exploded into bits.  Engineer grinned.

"Great job there, Pyro!" he congratulated.  Once the REDs started making their way to the newly enabled control point, the sentry began to shoot and kill the enemy.  BLU's Scout quickly made his way onto the control point and gave Engineer a thumbs up, grinning his usual cocky grin.  Engineer returned the gesture.  "Thanks, Scout!  Great place for a sentry!"

"No prob, Engie!" shouted the Bostonian.  He was excited about the control point soon becoming his team's until RED's Scout got onto the point, beginning to null BLU's efforts.  "Aw, jeeze!"

"Yo!" taunted his RED counterpart.  "For the record, you suck!  Just like the Red Sox!"  BLU Scout's eyes narrowed dangerously.

"What…did…you…say!?"

"You heard me!  The Yankees are way better!"  BLU's Scout angrily took his bat out and quickly darted at the now laughing and retreating RED's Scout.  BLU's Scout screamed a pissed off battle cry as he chased his enemy back into RED'S territory.  

"I am seriously going to murder you!"

"Only if you can catch me, loser!"  RED's Scout laughed so hard he wasn't paying attention to where he was running.  He tripped over a cloaked RED Spy and fell flat on his face.  When he got back up, he quickly met his end at the hands of the BLU Scout's Force-A-Nature, his dead body being knocked back about twenty yards from the near point-blank force.  RED's Spy got up and brushed the snow and dirt off of his suit.

"I seem to be making it a habit for Scouts to trip over me while I'm cloaked," uttered the Spy.  The two men looked at each other.  "And for the record, thank you.  I hate that Scout.  That'll shut him up for a bit."  Scout cocked an eyebrow.

"What do you have against Scouts?" the boy asked.

"Just that one in particular.  Mon dieu, he's so annoying!"  The RED Spy put a hand on his head and paced lightly, going on a rant about his young teammate.  "He's cocky, aggressive, childish, egotistical, obnoxious, loud, crude, imbecilic…"

"Yo, you can stop anytime now, you freakin' spook!" shouted the newly respawned RED Scout.  BLU's Scout quickly shot and killed him again, an annoyed look on his face.

"Shut it!  I'm enjoying this bash-fest at your expense!" ordered Scout.  The father and son stared at each other for a bit before bursting into hysterical laughter simultaneously.  "Oh, man!  I just realized how funny that was!"

"That was excellent comedic timing on your part, son!" chuckled Spy.

"Heh-heh, yeah!  Thanks, Dad!"  Scout quickly froze and tensed up, staring at the man.  "I-I mean, Spy!  I-I mean RED Spy!  RED SPY!  Dammit!"  Spy just smiled at the young man.  

"You have no idea how much I wish you were the Scout on our team instead of that insolent brat.  The only thing that's keeping me from killing him myself is the fact that he's on my team."  His smile quickly faded when he heard The Announcer's voice over the PA system at his base.

"Alert!  Our control point is being contested!" she blared.  Scout's eyes widened.

"Wait a minute…"

"What is it, Danny?" asked Spy curiously.

"That voice…that's the voice of our team's announcer!"

"But how can that be?  That's our team's announcer!"  Spy's eyes widened in realization.  "But…"

"How can we have the same announcer!?  She's supposed to be our boss, too!"

"Same with us!  Is she…running both teams?"  The two just stared at each other as the sudden realization sank in.  Scout looked around to make sure no one was looking, but in the process, he spotted the RED Pyro making his way into his team's Sniper's nest.  "Oh crap!  Snipes!"

"Go!" ordered Spy.  "We're still on the battlefield, after all!"  He cloaked himself as Scout ran quickly to his friend's nest.  He quickly took out his bat and caught up with his friend's assailant.  Before the Pyro could ignite his flamethrower, Scout batted his head in a few times to kill him.  He stepped over the dead body and kicked it down the stairs.  Sniper smirked.

"See you in five minutes," he taunted.  He looked at his savior and tipped his hat to him.  "Thanks, Mate."  Scout looked at him and smirked a bit, but it quickly faded away.

"Snipes, the RED Spy and I just discovered something major!" he exclaimed, flailing his arms a bit.  Sniper's face quickly turned serious.

"What is it?"

"It's about th—AUGH!"  Scout was cut off by a bullet lodging into his left side from behind.  Sniper quickly caught him as he fell forward from the impact, dropping his sniper rifle.  He held his bleeding friend protectively as he dodged more bullets being shot in their direction.  Scout managed to swivel around in Sniper's arms and shoot their assailant with his pistol one-handed.  After a few bullets to the face, their attacker fell down the stairs, dead.  Scout smirked a bit with satisfaction, then cried out in pain and gripped his wounded, bleeding side.

"Scout!" cried out Sniper.  He quickly took off his vest and moved Scout's hand out of the way, applying pressure to the wound with the vest and holding him closer.  Scout looked up at his friend, who looked intent on stopping the bleeding.  "Bloody 'ell, we need Medic up here!"

"Snipes!  Focus on the match!  I'll just respawn anyway!"  Sniper quickly looked at him.

"You're more important than th'bloody match, Scout!"  Scout's eyes widened slightly, his cheeks blushing lightly.  "In case you forgot, once five o'clock hits, you don't respawn!"  Sniper grabbed his walkie-talkie that he kept with him (to keep in contact with his team) and pressed the button.  "Medic!  Where are ya!?"

"Zhe respawn room," the German replied.

"Wait there!  I'm bringin' a wounded one t'ya!"

"Sixty seconds remain!" boomed the Announcer over the speakers.  Scout could hear Sniper quietly swearing to himself.

"C'mon, we've got t'hurry!  I don't want ya bleedin' t'death after th' match!  Just 'ang on!"  Scout quickly felt himself being lifted up and clung to Sniper's neck to keep from falling.  Sniper had one arm wrapped around Scout's back in a way to keep his hand on the boy's wound with his other arm underneath Scout's legs.  He quickly made his way down the stairs and jumped down from the catwalk onto the snow.

"Thirty seconds remain!"

Sniper did his best to run quickly with the extra weight he was carrying and tried his best to keep Scout from getting injured further.  Sniper could feel his friend slowly going limp in his arms, probably ready to pass out from blood loss.  Sniper spotted Heavy up ahead with Medic behind him, charging up his teammate that was shooting bullets rapidly at Sniper and Scout's attackers.

"Medic!" the Australian cried out.  The ten second countdown had begun.  Medic stopped charging Heavy up, but the Russian still continued to shoot, keeping himself in front of his three teammates.  Medic began to use the Medigun on a now unconscious Scout.  He had the boy fully healed just as time was called, ending the match for the day.

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Scout slowly opened his eyes, feeling a bit groggy.  When his vision adjusted, the first thing he saw was Sniper sitting at his bedside in the infirmary.  Scout carefully sat up and noticed that he was shirtless.  His hat and headset were resting on the table behind Sniper.  He inspected himself and couldn't see the wound at all.  Sniper gave him a worried look.

"'ow are you feelin', Mate?" he asked.

"A little tired, but otherwise fine," replied Scout.  "Where is everyone?"

"Spy went t'go get you some food.  Everyone else 'as turned in for th'night."

"So we're done for the day?"

"Ja," replied Medic, sounding rather annoyed.  "Zhe RED team von."  Scout scowled.

"Those RED scumbags…!"  Medic glared at the Bostonian.

"Vhat have I told you before!?  Losing is verboten!"

"What, are you sayin' this is all my fault!?"

"You almost had zhe point captured!  After you chased off zhe RED Scout, ve never vere able to get it!"  Scout just glared at the doctor, who began to go back to his work table.  "Dummkopf…"

"Aren'tcha bein' a little 'ard on the guy?" questioned Sniper protectively.  Medic turned to look at the Australian, angrier than ever.

"Zhat boy has been a careless burden as of late!  Not doing vhat he was hired to do and not taking his own health and safety into consideration, vhich, as you saw today, Herr Sniper, puts zhe rest of zhe team in danger, including you!"  Sniper narrowed his eyes dangerously at Medic as Scout lowered his eyes.

"For your information, you quack, that man saved my life twice today!  So I suggest you get out of my sight right now, or so 'elp me, I will make you regret sayin' those words!"  Medic scoffed, then took a clear sandwich bag with a cleaned-off bullet in it off of his desk and stormed over to Sniper, placing it forcefully in his hand.

"By zhe way, you had better take a look at zhe bullet I pulled out of his side.  I don't recognize vhich gun it came from."  And with those words, he pivoted on his heel in a huff and left.  Sniper continued to glare at the empty doorway for a bit before looking back at Scout.  His expression softened when he saw how downtrodden the Bostonian looked.

"Scout?" he asked worriedly.

"I'm not a burden…am I?" asked Scout softly.  Sniper got out of his chair and sat down next to Scout on the bed, putting an arm comfortingly around his shoulders.

"Of course not.  Medic's just a sore loser."  That didn't seem to help Scout, though, as he lowered his head, running a hand through his messy brown hair as he rested his other arm on his now propped-up knees, sighing.  Sniper frowned at how visibly upset Scout looked.

"I dunno…all I seem to be doin' lately is make you and Spy worry.  I even put you in danger when you were takin' me to Medic!  You almost got shot because…"

"Scout, that's enough," he interrupted quietly.  He hugged Scout tighter with the arm he had around the boy and rubbed his shoulder comfortingly.  "Like I told you before, you're more important.  Spy and I are goin' t'worry anyway because we care about you.  You've been goin' through a lot lately, so I understand why you're feelin' like this, but you don't need t'worry about us, either."  Scout turned his head a bit to look at Sniper, who was smiling warmly at him.  Scout stared a bit, then closed his eyes and rested his head on his friend's shoulder, feeding off of the comforting affection Sniper was showing him.

"Thanks, Snipes…" he uttered softly.  

Neither of the two noticed Spy poking his head quietly into the room, holding a plate of soup in his hands.  When Spy saw how Sniper was holding Scout, he glared daggers at the man, jealousy quickly creeping in as he gripped the plate tightly.  After staring for what seemed like an eternity, he regained his composure and fully stood in the doorway, clearing his throat.

"Ahem…gentlemen?" he greeted.  Sniper and Scout looked over at the Frenchman and Scout fully sat up, perking up a bit once he saw the food.  Spy smiled and made his way over, handing Scout the bowl of soup.  Scout eagerly took it and began to eat.

"Thanks, Spy!" he said, showing gratitude.  Spy nodded, then looked at Sniper, noticing the bullet in the bag in his right hand.

"What's that?" asked Spy curiously.  Sniper looked at the bag in his hand, forgetting it was there, then held it out to Spy, who carefully took it and inspected it.

"Medic found that in Scout's side," he explained.  "'e couldn't figure out which gun it came from."  Spy furrowed his eyebrows.

"I can safely tell you it doesn't come from any of RED's guns."  Scout nearly choked on his soup.

"What!?" he spat.  "Then it came from one of BLU's!?"  Spy shook his head.

"No…it came from an outside source.  But who…?"

"Wait a minute," chimed in Sniper, his eyes narrowing slightly.  "You mean t'tell me that there's someone out there not on either team that's tryin' t'kill us?"  Scout felt the color leave his skin as he set down his half-eaten soup in his lap, staring at his reflection in it.

"I…I think he was just trying to kill me," he said hesitantly.  Sniper and Spy quickly looked at him worriedly.  Sniper then rubbed his chin.

"Come t'think of it, you were tryin' t'tell me somethin' before you got shot.  Do you remember what it was?"  Scout frowned deeply, taking a deep breath and exhaling slowly to calm himself down.

"Dad—I mean RED's Spy—and I learned something on the battlefield about our boss…and by our, I mean for both RED and BLU."

"Scout, I don't quite understand what you're saying," admitted Spy.

"I mean our boss is their boss!"  Sniper and Spy's eyes widened in shock.

"How did you two learn of this?"

"I chased that idiot RED Scout into his territory to take him out and ran into Da—RED Spy.  I took that obnoxious bastard out twice and as D—RED Spy and I were laughing about it, we heard The Announcer on their P.A. system saying their point was bein' contested!"  His friends just stared at him dumbfounded.

"If Th'Announcer, who is our boss…is also their boss…" uttered Sniper slowly, his voice trailing off as he let the news sink in.

"…Then The Announcer is merely playing a game with both companies and with our lives," completed Spy.  

"And judging by her demeanor during th'matches, she enjoys it."  Spy began to pace back and forth a bit.

"This is quite troubling, especially considering the research I've done on the teams and how it all fits in…"  Scout and Sniper turned their heads to watch him as he paced.  "According to what I found, Zephaniah Mann was convinced by his sons, Redmond and Blutarch, to purchase a large sum of land in the then uncharted Americas back in the late nineteenth century.  When he died, he left his entire estate to his maidservant, Elizabeth, his munitions company to Barnaby Hale, and evenly split the land between Redmond and Blutarch for them to squabble over for the rest of their lives."

"No wonder Blutarch wanted a life-extender machine," commented Sniper.

"Yes, but someone apparently wanted Redmond to live, as well; someone who wanted the 'competition' between the two to never end."

"But what about the third life extender machine?" asked Scout.  Spy shook his head.

"I haven't been able to figure out anything about that yet," began Spy, "but if someone wanted these two to forever fight, then that someone began pulling the strings on this war a long time ago."

"I think we need t'let Engineer in on what's goin' on," suggested Sniper.  "'e seems like he might know more than he's lettin' on about those machines."  Scout shook his head quickly.

"No way!" he yelped.  "We've already got that crazy mysterious guy out there from the battle today!  Who knows if and where he respawned!  I don't…I don't want another target for him!"  Spy and Sniper were once again staring at Scout at a loss for words.  Scout ran a hand through his hair nervously.  "I mean, what if he's trying to silence us because we know too much, y'know?  And Dad…what if he goes for him, too?"

"You're worried about him, aren't you?" asked Sniper softly.  Scout looked up at him, then lowered his head once more, embarrassed.

"Y-yeah…I've been thinkin', and…maybe I should give him a chance.  I mean, he's puttin' his neck on the line with all of this investigatin' the war and stuff because of me, so he can't be that much of a rat…right?"  Spy walked over and ruffled Scout's hair gently, causing the boy to look up at him.  Spy simply smiled.

"Don't worry.  We'll all make it out of this alive, including your father."  Spy gave Sniper a serious look.  "We should probably contact him and arrange a place for everyone involved to meet secretly during cease fire.  Contact like what happened on the field today with Scout is far too dangerous.  Someone is obviously trying to keep us from finding out the truth."  He looked at Scout once more.  "And I'm sorry…but we need Engineer's help with this.  Can we count on you to fill him in on everything?"  Scout frowned, then nodded silently.  Spy looked at Sniper once more.  "I'll leave you in charge of finding a good meeting place.  Once you've found one, I'll alert RED's Spy."  Sniper nodded.  Scout yawned loudly, staring tiredly at his now cold soup.  Sniper took the bowl away from him and placed it on the table next to the boy's hat and headset.

"Medic is keepin' you overnight in 'ere since you lost quite a bit of blood, so you should get some rest," suggested Sniper.  "Can't have you worn out like this on th'battlefield tomorrow."  Scout just nodded and laid back down in bed on his side, pulling the covers over his shoulders.  He turned his head to look at his friends, who gave him reassuring smiles.

"We'll stay here tonight, so you can rest easy," assured Spy.  Scout smiled slightly, then turned his head back into his pillow, quickly falling asleep.  As soon as Sniper and Spy heard light snoring coming from their friend, their smiles faded as they looked at each other worriedly, unaware that they were once again being watched.
Chapter 5 of my fanfic. Okay, I think I'm fully caught up now! XD

The action's starting to pick up now, and things are getting more dangerous!

Edit: Forgot to separate one of the lines of dialogue. Fixed it! :D
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guys i can't find chapter 6 can someone help me? D: