Team Fortress 2 Fanfiction
I do not own TF2 or the characters, they belong to Valve Corporation.
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I sat on the cold seat of the train, my green eyes staring out the window. I watched as the scenery sped past me, everything a huge blur. There was only about ten minutes until the train reached the Blu team's base. I was supposed to work there for a year, perhaps more if my new class wasn't confirmed as a waste.
"It won't be. Can't wait to see all those people and their... Unique personalities." I chuckled to myself, and cracked my knuckles.
I was most excited about meeting the Scout though, because he was closest to my age, and probably one of the only people I'd most connect with. My only problem was that I shouldn't bring up baseball with him. It would most likely end up being a shouting match.
"The Yankees kick the Red Sox's ass each and every time, buddy."
I ran my fingers through my chocolate brown hair, and yawned. It was sometime during ceasefire, or else I probably would've had a few bullets lodged in my skin as the train rode through the battlefeild. Plus, the sun had set long ago, so I would be shocked if the team wasn't already asleep.
I chuckled, and clung to the seat as the train screeched to a halt, nearly throwing me off the seat. A voice sounded over the intercom, "We have now reached the Blu Team Base. You have sixty seconds to grab all of your items and leave."
I rapidly grabbed my one bag, and gently tapped my knife sheath and gun holster. Everything was still in place, along with my disquise kit attached to my belt. I stretched, my bones responding by giving a small crack or two.
I made my way out of the train, and towards the base. My eyes began to adjust to the darkness as I quietly hopped up the steps. I peered around, half expecting one of 'em to come and jump out at me, half expecting them to shoot me.
"Oi, what do we have here? A little sheila is sneakin' around in our base."
The corner of my mouth tilted upwards, and I propped my hands upon my hips. An Aussie male stood in front of me, glasses crooked and hat misplaced, as if he had just been woken up from a deep sleep. I glanced at his hand, he was firmly gripping a kakrai.
"Yo." I grinned, and waved slightly, setting my bag down and stretching out my arms in a lazy, friendly way. "I'm your new teammate buddy. Get used to it." I looked around. "Where should I stay?"
I probably shouldn't have talked so much to him at once since he had probably just woken up. He groggily tilted his head, and blinked a few times behind his aviator sunglasses. He shook his head before speaking again, "New teammate? There's no way in bloody hell you're one of our teammates. You're only a pretty lit'tle lady, sheila." He yawned, and thundering footsteps sounded from down the hall.
"Care to explain who's coming now?" I asked, and took out an envelope with a decorative cover. "And, uh, who's the hed hauncho 'round here?"
The Aussie male turned his head around, meeting the glares of a pissed looking guy. He muttered a few curses under his breath. "Soldier..." He looked back over at me.
"Maggot! Who the hell are you talking to at this hour?" He walked forward, and switched on the lights. He blinked, his eyes adjusting to the sudden brightness. His brows were furrowed as he studied me.
I scoffed. "Done yet?"
Soldier glared at me, his pride obviously bruised. He puffed out his chest, and growled at me. "Listen here, little girl. We don't take kindly to strangers intruding to our base. Now I suggest you march your little behind out the door before you get blown to bits." He held onto his rocket launcher, his face stern.
"Are you incharge around this place?" I asked, disregarding all of the crap that just came out of his mouth. His eyebrow twitched a few times, and he nodded once. "Okay, here. See you in the morning." I shoved the envelope into his hands and turned around, heading up the stairs with my bags in hand.
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