I tried to resist getting too involved with this fandom, but it's just too much of a good place to be. This seemingly simple video game about men shooting each other (and hats) has inspired me in so many ways, and I wanted to share it with you all. Why I chose such a difficult pairing, no one will know... --- “…So then, I says to the guy, ‘brotha’, I hurt people,’ and then the chump turns and runs! Haha!†Scout finished his story with a choked mixture between a giggle and a snort, and Engineer smiled down at the steering wheel at the sound of hearing Scout giggle. Of course, telling the kid that he’d been giggling would end someone up with a bat to the face. Scout was a man, and men didn’t giggle. Scout was currently uncomfortably sandwiched between Engineer and Soldier in the cramped cab of a beat-up truck, some loaner that had cracked leather seats and windows that wouldn’t roll down all the way. They were on a drive through the dusty terrain of Badlands on their way back to Teufort, after a day of rough warfare at Dustbowl. Heavy and Demo had the treat of riding in Medic’s ambulance, a fancy little number that had the luxury of air conditioning; Demo because he’d blown his kneecap to bits after stepping on one of his own bombs, and Heavy because…well, where the Heavy went, Medic followed, and vice versa. Sniper, like usual, was driving his camper van back, along with Pyro and (much to both of their chagrin), Spy. If it weren’t for the blasted heat and the threat of dust on his suit, Spy would have walked back. However… And that left Scout and Soldier to ride back in the truck that Engineer usually reserved for transporting his materials, the bed full of powered-down sentries. Now, he wasn’t complaining none, he liked them, both entertaining in their own right. The Soldier had a particular fondness for praising his teleporters, and Scout was good for a laugh or two, so Engineer couldn’t imagine the drive going too bad. Maybe it was the heat. Maybe it was their loss at Dustbowl. Maybe it was worry over their teammate’s busted kneecap, but something had the two set off and more irritable than usual. “’Ey-o, scoot over a bit, will ya?†Scout said, elbowing Soldier in the side. Soldier, who until that moment had been very concentrated on studying the passing landscape (possibly on the lookout for prime places to plan sneak attacks,) now turned and glared down at Scout from under the rim of his helmet. “WHAT WAS THAT, PRIVATE?†Soldier bellowed, and Engineer tensed from his place behind the wheel. “I said, move, knucklehead, whaddya think I said?†Scout shouted, returning Soldier’s glare with a scowl. “C’mon, your ass is taking up valuable seat space.†“Now, son,†Engineer warned, knowing that Scout was getting ready to open up a can of good ol’ fashioned Solly wrath, but Scout was never in a mind to listen. “You’re in a big fat hurry to start a fight, short pants,†Soldier glowered, and Scout huffed up his chest. “Short pants? Short pants? Fuck off, old man.†Scout smirked, putting up his middle finger. “WHY I OUGHTA STRANGLE YOU WITH YOUR OWN INTESTINES, BOY!†Soldier hollered, what could be seen of his face turning a dark red. Scout scoffed at the threat. “Yeah, yeah? I’d like to see ya try, brotha’!†The two stared each other down for a couple seconds, before Soldier struck, and Scout didn’t have enough time to do much other than push himself back against Engineer. Soldier suddenly had Scout in a chokehold, and the boy was flailing about wildly. Engineer jerked the wheel at the scuffle, nearly veering off of the dirt road. “Dagnabbit, boys! Why do I always have to play babysitter for a grown-ass man, and a little-over-excited-jackrabbit?†With a sudden display of anger the other two weren’t used to seeing from the usually mild-mannered man, Engineer slammed on the brakes, and the other two were suddenly slammed into the dash. Collecting themselves, they stared in disbelief at Engineer, who continued glaring fiercely at them. Soldier had long since relinquished his chokehold on the boy and sat scowling at his boots, and Scout sat back against the seat, crossing his arms and grumbling about “Stupid ass knuckleheaded morons.†“Now, if you two are done with yer blathering, we can try to finish this ride in peace,†Engineer said, pushing the gearshift up from idle. Soldier muttered something to himself about “Dirty hard-hatted hippies…†that Engineer did his best to ignore, instead focusing on the shifter, which wasn’t budging. The truck was stuttering, hacking up something fierce, and Engineer pressed down lightly on the gas pedal. BOOM! A sound not unlike a critical rocket backfiring sounded out from someone near the backend of the truck, and the three Americans all jumped in fright, Scout giving a little hiccup of fear, before shutting his mouth and pretending that didn’t happen. “What in tarnation…?†Engineer groaned, knowing full well what had just transpired. Getting out of the vehicle, Engineer silently cursed Blutarch Mann for being such a cheap bastard when it came to their equipment. “What is it, we blow a gasket?†Scout asked, peering at the tailpipe, and nearly getting a face-full of exhaust. “In terms you’d understand…yes,†Engineer mumbled, half to himself and half to Scout. He wondered how he’d be able to fix this; sure, he had loads of spare parts, but it wasn’t like he had a few spare fuel injectors lying around. “Damage report, private?†Soldier asked, appearing to Engineer’s left and surveying the truck’s backend, which was currently smoking blue. “Not good, no Sir.†Engineer shook his head, realization of their situation slowly dawning on him. They were in the middle of the desert, stuck somewhere between Dustbowl and Teufort, with no food, no water, and possibly close to enemy lines. Without a truck, the walk to Teufort would take them two days, minimum. And then it also dawned on him, a bit more quickly now, that he was stuck out here with a high-strung string bean and a shell-shocked veteran who believed the war end in ’49. And he thought war would be hell. --- I wanted to add that this story was heavily inspired by a picture by Anonymonster, entitled 'Road Trip'. Godspeed, you magnificent bastard. For those wondering, yes, there will be porn. Eventually. I just love the buildup.
Hah hah! I love buildup and I love humor. This looks like it 's going to be good. Also, please link to picture! I want to see it and googling it did nothing.
Yeeessss. I cannot wait to see where this goes! The characterization and interactions are totally perfect in my mind.
Here's the picture: http://img6.imagebanana.com/img/pirn828q/Hipstr_lhu64r0h6s1qdwbcp.png There is a second one that shows a sequence, like a scene, but I don't seem to have it on my laptop. Bummer. As for the story: I really don't dig pairings with Scout, usually, but your writing so far is delightful and nice to read. I will most likely keep on reading for the humour. Go on!
The chan isn't liking that link due to Hipstr, but the same picture is posted here on the chan too: http://tf2chan.net/fanart/src/131163770771.jpg
Oh man... I am excited. The story is off to a great start, and I can't wait for the next chapter. The only thing I can say (criticism-wise) is that there are a few grammatical errors throughout- but that's nothing that can't be fixed easily with a beta or two. If you don't have anybody in mind, I know for a fact that there are several people who would be willing, me included. If so, just shoot me an e-mail. Once again, great job!
Yessssssss... You don't know how long I've waited for someone to do this threesome. I await updates with much anticipation!
potential for good storyline - high potential for good porn - skeptical I anxiously await to see where this goes.
I like this a lot so far, and the pairing is intriguing as hell. Can't wait to see more!
I'm so happy to see the reaction this story's gotten! Anyway, here's chapter two, sorry about the delay. I also want to thank my beta, Kuhzka, who is fantastic. --- “…unless it’s a farm, I said. And what does the maggot do? Takes my heads! My heads. And ships one to me in a cardboard box! The shame. Scum-sucking fruit baskets! Some men have no idea what honor means…†“…and then she takes off her top, and I’m like, yeah, ain’t nothin’ but a thing, I’ve done this plenty’a times, so I step up to the plate…†Engineer considered himself to be a very patient man. Earnest and open. However, Scout's loud-mouthed bragging about his sexual conquests, coupled with Soldier’s maniacal ranting about his head collection…why, it sure tried a man’s patience. It had been three hours since they had begun their trek away from the pickup, and all Engineer could see on the horizon was more dirt. They had had to leave his sentries behind, and Engineer was a little more than miffed. He didn’t like being too far away from his machines; paranoia over damned spies, and what not. He was armed with only Frontier Justice and a wrench, and a small part of him felt empty and exposed. Should they be attacked by some REDs, why, he wouldn’t stand much of a chance. Soldier and Scout, on the other hand, were trudging along with their weapons on their backs, along with (in Scout’s case) a few cans of Bonk. However, due to the day’s battle, they were down to their last few bullets. “Ah, geez, fellas…we almost there?†Scout asked, turning to look at Engineer, his tone holding back just a bit of a whine. His shoulders were slumped over, his feet dragging with every step. “You gotta give a guy a break. I know I said I can run circles ‘round ya, but I’ve been runnin’ tetrahedrons all day!†Engineer took a few moments to consider; first to wonder how it was possible for Scout to have such a large word in his vocabulary, and second to wonder just how much farther they’d need to travel. His feet were screaming at him from his boots, the beginning of a blister on his heel making him wince. “Quit your complaining, private!†Soldier roared, tapping Scout on the back warningly with his shovel. “During my tour in Germany, I would have to walk fifteen miles just to use the latrine! This is child’s play!†“Hey pally, we can’t all be Captain America, you know,†Scout snorted and stopped suddenly, dropping to his knees and reclining back against a nearby rock. “And since we aren’t, I say we stop for the night. My feet are killin’ me.†Engineer looked over his shoulder at the setting sun. They would have another twenty minutes of daylight, at most. Maybe the kid had a point. It probably was about time to start setting up camp. Soldier looked flabbergasted at the sight of his companions stopping. “DO MY EYES DECEIVE ME? YOU TWO ARE SURRENDERING?†“Now, now, Tex, calm yerself down,†Engineer said, placing a reassuring hand on Soldier’s arm. Soldier eyed it warily, but lowered his shovel. “The boy here has a point. We can’t keep walking forever, now, can we? What if some mean ol’ mother-hubbard RED were to hop out and meet us while we’re sleep deprived?†Soldier took a moment, and Engineer could almost see the gears turning in his head. “YOU ARE BOTH WEAKLINGS AND BLEEDERS… BUT…†Soldier paused, lowering his voice and nodding at Engineer. “I cannot deny your strategy. You’re thinking, Engie, and I like that.†Soldier grinned. “LET US CAMP.†With that, he came to a stop, sitting down on the rock that Scout was leaning against. In no time at all, Engineer had managed to get a small fire started, sparking some flint against a small pile of sticks he had bustled together. Scout poked at the fire with a stick, a scowl on his face. As the sun set, the heat of the day rapidly deteriorated, the night bringing with it a crisp chill. “All quiet on the western front,†Soldier muttered, low and secretive from his perch above Scout, “No sign of those damned, dirty reds.†He was eyeing the horizon. Scout only now realized that Soldier wasn’t talking to himself; he was mumbling to his shovel as if it were recording his thoughts. Scout raised an eyebrow, before looking back down at the pitiful fire. “Knew I shoulda had Pyro come with us. At least then maybe we’d have a real fire, not this sputterin’ ashpit.†Engineer scowled, “Well, mister, next time you find yerself unsatisfied, you can make yer own fire. We’ll see how that goes then.†“I’m juss’ sayin’,†Scout said, inching closer to the flames, “It’s cold as balls out here, and this’s all we got. This sucks on ice…literally,†Scout whined, curling his arms around his knees, rubbing his shins in a futile attempt to generate some heat. “Maybe if you tried wearing some real footwear, private. Take a look at these genuine American-made beauties,†Soldier said, grinning as he gestured at his Mantreads, a pair of boots covered in buckles and what Scout suspected was the blood of some very unlucky REDs. “They make those for men?†Scout mumbled, still rubbing his legs through his thin stirrups. “More like womantreads…†“WHAT WAS THAT, PRIVATE? STOP THAT MUMBLING AND SPEAK UP LIKE A MAN!†Soldier bellowed, and Scout stared pointedly at him. “I said, DO THEY MAKE THOSE BOOTS FOR MEN, BECAUSE YOUR BOOTS SUCK!†Scout yelled back, annoyed at Soldier’s constant loud volume. “…suck on ice,†he added after a moment. Soldier reached over and grabbed the top of Scout’s tube sock, snapping it against his shin. “And just what are these, private Twinkletoes? THESE ARE THE SOCKS OF A GIRL. YOU LOOK LIKE A GODDAMNED CHEERLEADER, BOY.†Scout scrambled to his feet, nearly tripping over himself as he bent over and pulled his sock up straight. “Hey, fuck you, pal. These are the socks of a champion, I tells ya.†Engineer smiled to himself at their bickering. Boys being boys. He reclined back, his eyes drifting to look at the stars. Maybe that truck breaking down hadn’t been such a bad thing, after all. “Shucks,†he muttered to himself, beaming as he located the Big Dipper. “YOU KNOW HOW MANY BASES I’VE GOTTEN TO IN THESE SOCKS, OLD MAN? I’VE GOT STORIES THAT COULD MAKE YOUR HEAD SPIN!†“AND I HAVE NAZI-KILLING STORIES THAT WILL MAKE YOUR EARS BLEED, AND YOUR HEART STOP, BOY!†Well, maybe it hadn’t been such a bad thing. The journey wasn’t quite over yet. --- Engineer smiled at the dying flames for a couple moments, before speaking up, “Well, I reckon it’s about time we laid down for the night.†“HA!†Soldier barked. “SLEEP IS FOR SISSIES AND COWARDS! I will keep watch, while you lily-lovers get some shut-eye! CONSTANT VIGILANCE WINS WARS.†“Pshyeah, whateva’, Pops,†Scout said, laying back on his elbows. Soldier reassured them; he doesn’t sleep, he waits. A few minutes later, however, found the Soldier leaning against his rocket launcher, gripping it and snoring lightly. His helmet had been knocked back, and his closed eyes were visible. Engineer smiled fondly at Soldier, before he looked at Scout. “Maybe now we’ll be able to get some peace and quiet. Sleep sounds good to me, how ‘bout you?†Scout looked up and eyed Engineer incredulously. “Pfft, good luck pal. It’s so cold out here, I don’t think anybody could fall asleep. Well, besides Soup Can over there, but I’m pretty sure he functions on a whole ‘nother level.†“Well,†Engineer started, rubbing the back of his head and looking down at the ground. Scout’s eyes narrowed. “Yeah, what is it, toolbox? You got a solution?†“Well, no, but…in times of great duress, sometimes it makes sense to…err, ‘share warmth’.†Scout started at Engineer for a few moments with a knit brow, working out in his mind exactly what Engineer meant, before his eyes widened in disgust. “You mean you wanna fuckin’ cuddle?†Scout shouted, taken aback. “Heat out here’s gonna leave yer body much faster than say, me or Soldier’s,†Engineer said, trying to appeal to the boy’s sense of reason (if he even had one). “And the last thing we need is to find you in the mornin’ with pneumonia.†“Nuh uh, no way man, I’m ain’t queer! I’d rather freeze,†Scout shook his head wildly, “You can just take your body heat and shove it, pally, ‘cause I can handle myself.†“Suit yerself, kid…merely a suggestion,†Engineer said, shrugging. The two laid back down on their sides, Scout facing away from Engineer and resolutely scowling at Soldier’s boots. Ten minutes passed, silent except for Soldier’s snores and the sound of Scout’s teeth chattering. Engineer stared at the back of the kid’s head, watching his body convulse with tremors. His thin t-shirt and pants were doing little to stop the heat from his small form from being sapped into the cold, hard ground. “Aw, c’mere, you little jackrabbit,†Engineer said, looping his arm around Scout’s waist and closing the gap between their bodies. “I told ya, I’m not...†Scout’s body tensed up at the sudden contact, before he visibly relaxed at the sudden heat pressed against him. He wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but compared to the cold, biting air, the feel of something so warm and encompassing was like a warm blanket descending upon him. He let out a sigh of discontent, but it was mainly just for show. Engineer smiled, enjoying the heat as well. At the boy’s displeased mumbling, Engineer chuckled. Compared to everyone else around here, he was nothing more than a small, frail thing, soft and pushed up close to his chest. Taking a deep, sleepy breath, Engineer smiled as the boy shivered. This moment could almost be described as ‘pleasant’. “Man, this is so fucking queer,†Scout grumbled, jerking and accidentally (?) elbowing Engineer in the gut. Well, almost.
I know you're doing this for the sake of porn, but wouldn't it make more sense to travel at night and sleep during the day?
Well, dotchan, I'm going to be honest and say that that didn't even cross my mind. It does make a lot more sense; in fact, you've given me an idea for the next chapter.
Oh yay! I love this so far. It's written greatly. I honestly can't wait to read the updates to come. I could go back and copy and paste parts that made me laugh if there weren't so many. Again can't wait for the next update, keep it up!
>>11 It does make more sense, from a survival aspect to do that, yes, but it's not everyone's first instinct. Personally, I wouldn't like to travel at night, simply because it's dark, and I might not be able to see if any creepy crawlies, or snakes, or wolves or something were coming after me. I mean, I know now, from reading survival books and stuff, that your strategy is the soundest, but it still makes sense that a group of men who aren't used to this sort of thing might not think of it initially. Humans are, by nature, diurnal creatures after all.
Poor Scout, having a tshirt that's probably still wet with sweat in the desert at night isn't the smartest thing to be wearing. Add to the fact that he's probably got no fat to keep in body heat, no small wonder he's turning into a popsicle. I don't care that this will end up in porn, I dawwed at the end. The image of the three of them sleeping together (platonically for now) gives me the warm fuzzies. >>11 But if you think about it, going at night would be a bit of a problem since they've got no lights to see their way.
>>13 Thank you! I love it when porn is interjected with humor. >>15 I love giving people warm fuzzies. Gave myself a few writing this scene. Sure, they're war-hardened mercenaries, but deep down I like to think they care for each other. Crossfaction is fantastic, but there's something about the comradery between the team members that makes me smile.
>>15 here Just popped back to try to explain why I love this story so much. I love how Scout tries to act all tough and macho even though he's physically the weakest class. It's a good thing that Engie's there to take care of him, inject some common sense into the boy, and maybe even get him to calm down a bit. And really Soldier's almost like a kid himself. No wonder he and Scout hit off, whether against or for each other. It's so much fun listening to the two of them argue about silly things. Engie's got the patient of a saint to deal with two manchildren as these. I love how he's sorta in his own little world, observing the other two every now and again when he's not looking at the stars. I just love the interactions between these three, sure they aren't exactly polite, but they're just so at ease with each other. Like you said, deep down they do care. Camaraderie will always put a smile on my face.
I can't wait until the next chapter. This is written amazingly!
>>18 fucking sage, man.
More please.
Can't wait to see if you continue!
MOAR.
MORE!!!!
More please~
Hey, guuys, c'mon. I'm just as as excited as everyone else about this, but we don't have to be jackasses about it. Hoping for a speedy update, Stave, but don't rush it. This is worth waiting for.
>>25 Hey, no problem! I love seeing the reaction that this have received; I had no idea it would be this popular! The update should be within the next day or two, so no worries.
Even though I'm in art camp and I shouldn't be on my computer all the time I keep checking this page every single hour for updates.
Hey all1 I'm sorry this took so long, but I just started classes, so I've been a bit busy. I want to take a moment to thank my glorious beta, Kuhzka, who helps keep my commas in check. I hope you all enjoy this chapter! --- The first sensation Scout became aware of was the warmth…and then the weight. The weight of an arm thrown across him. For a few seconds, he thought he might have even been at home in bed with Ma tucking his sheets in around his shoulders. But then he felt the hot breath on his collar. Craning his head around, Scout realized that over the course of the night, Engineer had shifted even closer, and had burrowed his face in the nape of Scout’s neck. Scout’s face blanched. “Fuckin’ queer as…fuck…†he muttered, trying to scoot away. As soon as he moved, however, Engineer’s arm around him tightened, pulling him even closer. “Hmm…feel so nice…†Engineer mumbled sleepily, breathing in deep. Scout tensed up as the hairs on the back of his neck suddenly stood up. Scout squirmed, but to no avail; Engineer’s grip on him was an iron vice. Though on second thought, Scout realized that his writhing might not have been the best idea. “Hardhat, that better be your goddamned wrench,†Scout spat, ramming his elbow into his captor’s stomach. Engineer’s eyes shot open, and the harsh realization struck him that he wasn’t tucked away in a bed with some pretty lady, no sir. He was currently cuddling a very irritated Scout who had just elbowed him. Again. Engineer released his hold on the boy and Scout scrambled up, dusting himself off. He turned and looked down at Engineer, obviously miffed. “Aww, geez, Engie…just because we’re camping doesn’t mean you gotta go and pitch a tent!†“Wha-“ Engineer started, confused at the boy’s outburst, when he was silenced by the sudden appearance of Soldier’s boot, which stamped so close to his face, it was nearly touching the tip of his nose. “PRIVATE!†Soldier bellowed, leaning down and looking Engineer in the eye, “GET UP! BE ALERT! THERE COULD BE REDS ANYWHERE AROUND HERE! LOOK AT YOU, SLEEPING IN LIKE A WOMAN.†Soldier glared at Engineer from under the rim of his helmet. “Now wait just a gosh-darned minute-“ Engineer sat up in a hurry, adjusting his helmet. It had slipped off sometime during the night. “NO EXCUSES! WHY, I’VE NEVER SEEN SUCH SORRY EXCUSES FOR MEN IN MY LIFE! CUDDLING LIKE WOMEN!†“Hey, don’t look at me! It was that cockfag’s idea! He said I’d get pneumonia, whateva’ that is!†Scout said, patting at himself as if wiping Engineer’s presence off of him. “Well, see, I didn’t want the kid to get sick…and well, it was mighty cold last night, and I just thought that…†Who was he kidding? Arguing with Soldier was fighting a losing battle. Soldier regarded him, his eyes just barely visible under his rim. Engineer was expecting maybe a blow to the head, a tap with the shovel, anything but what happened next. “GOOD STRATEGY, ENGIE! Once again, you’re thinking ahead!†Engineer figured a blow to the head would have confused him less. ------- “This is fuckin’ ridiculous,†Scout said, no longer trying to hide his whine. “I’m exhausted, I’m starvin’, and we have no idea where we are. I’m gettin’ ready to just get goin’ and run away.†Engineer ignored him. The entire time they’d been walking, Scout hadn’t gone ten minutes without voicing a complaint. He wasn’t sure if it was humanly possible for the kid to shut up. With labored breaths, Scout began jogging. “Look at me, guys!†Scout shouted with glee, reaching up and feeling his pulse. “Runnin’ on fumes and still runnin’ circles ‘round both a’ya !†“Now, boy…†Engineer cautioned. This terrain was foreign. Who knew what pitfalls Scout could fall into? Certainly not Scout, who ignored Engineer in favor of speeding up. He was now quite a few feet away. “’Ey, maybe if I run fast enough, I can get home in time to make you guys lunch! Haha, psych! Why would I do that? You two wouldn’t ev-“ There was a large scattering of dust as Scout topped over, and the boy let out an inhuman howl, and for a heart stopping moment Engineer thought he had been shot. The world seemed to pause. Scout was on the ground clutching his ankle, rocking slowly back and forth. They both hurried forward, Soldier momentarily forgetting his launcher on the ground beside him. “What is it, son?†Soldier asked, and Engineer could almost swear he heard worry in the man’s tone. “Ohgeezohgeezohgeez…†Scout was mumbling, breathing through his teeth as he rocked. Engineer’s suspicions about foreign terrain were right; Scout, in his carefree run, hadn’t noticed a sinkhole…a sinkhole that his right foot fell directly into. That howl might have been a bit overdramatic, but Engineer understood that his legs were his most important asset. Damaging them could mean the loss of his job. A quick once-over told Engineer that it wasn’t broken though, merely sprained. He had twisted it something fierce, and the pain was understandable, but it wasn’t a hard fix. He would simply need to be kept off of it until he could rest adequately. However, to both Scout and Engineer’s dismay, a twisted ankle meant no walking. And that meant carrying[i/]. And that’s how Engineer ended up carrying Scout piggy-back, his arms supporting the runner’s legs and Scout holding tightly onto his shoulders. Engineer could handle the weight, sure. He could even handle the warmth that such closeness added, despite the hot climate. What he couldn’t stand though, was how [i]ear-splitting Scout’s voice was this close, what with the kid yapping away in his earand what not. Ignoring the complaints of “Walk faster, will ya, hardhat?†and “Hey, I think I see our base!...just kidding, haha, you fell for it, suckers,â€, Engineer managed to retain his sanity. He walked forward, as steadfast as Soldier. When Soldier walked, he marched, and little more than an earthquake could disrupt his stride. They eventually came to a high plateau, from which they could see for miles. Engineer huffed and let Scout slide from him, resting the kid gently (but not too gently) on a nearby log. Standing up, Engineer stretched, and looked out to the horizon. His eyes scanning, they eventually came to rest on something that made his heart flutter. Teufort. It was still a muddled image, sure, and quite a few miles away, b ut it was visible, and that’s what mattered. In the back of his mind, Engineer had begun to worry. Worry that maybe they were going the wrong way. Worry that they were going to dehydrate, or break down from the lack of food, or run into REDs. Most of all, he had been worried about being too long in the secluded company of these men. They made him act different, and that just plain stumped him. He glanced over his shoulder, at the log where Scout and Soldier now sat. Scout’s ankle was now in Soldier’s lap. Mutely, Engineer watched as Soldier roughly grabbed hold of one of Scout’s hands and tore the athletic tape from it. Scout groaned a complaint, but stopped suddenly when he realized what Soldier was doing. It was almost like watching a picture show, Engineer thought, humming to himself as Soldier gingerly rubbed Scout’s ankle. Scout flinched, and Engineer caught a cry of ‘Shit, man, that fucking stings-‘ before Soldier muttered something Engineer could not hear. But whatever it was, it made Scout shut his mouth. “Well, don’t that beat all…†Engineer muttered, smiling as he walked back over to the two. Soldier didn’t look up at Engineer’s return, his gaze focused on Scout’s swollen ankle. He had removed the boy’s shoe, but the girlish sock had stayed on, at Scout’s resolute request. Using the athletic tape, Soldier had crafted a makeshift bandage. “Jesus, Solly,†Scout breathed, and Engineer could see that the boy was biting back a wince. Always trying to look tough. “Be a little more careful, would ya? This hurts like hell.†Soldier scowled, pausing in his efforts to pull Scout’s tube sock up straight. “PAIN DOES NOT HURT!†Soldier barked, and this time Scout did visibly wince. “IT SIMPLY EXISTS TO REMIND YOU THAT YOU ARE ALIVE!†“Well, I’m alive, awright,†Scout grumbled, folding his arms across his chest and lying down flat on his back against the log. He hiked up his other leg, and Soldier was weighed down by the sudden appearance of both of Scout’s feet in his lap. While his two companions argued, Engineer had set fire to a pile of twigs. It was pitiful, but it gave off warmth, as well as enough light to illuminate their faces. “You know, knucklehead, I could almost swear you were worried about me earlier,†Scout said, leaning up on his elbows, smirking at Soldier. “You goin’ soft, old man?†“Negatory,†Soldier grunted, although he didn’t take his eyes off of the fire. Engineer noticed that his hand still curiously rested on Scout’s leg. “Well, what is it then? Your head get batted in one too many times, eh?†Scout said, sitting up and swinging his feet out of Soldier’s lap. Soldier’s eyes flashed for a moment in annoyance, but Engineer could tell that man man had become a bit more accustomed to his and Scout’s presence. Soldier grinned and knocked his helmet back, so that his eyes were visible. “Worry is for the weak, kid! Real men-“ Soldier was grinning so wide it was, frankly, scary, but before he could finish his thought Scout gave a wave and cut him off. “Yeah, yeah, we’ve all heard it before. Real men do this, real men do that. Give it a rest, will ya?†Scout said, scooting closer to the fire. Interestingly enough, this meant that he had moved closer to Soldier. Engineer wasn’t quite sure why he was noticing these things. He reasoned that because the landscape was so dull and barren, it had caused him to focus more on other things, namely his team mates. He had found himself watching them as they walked; Soldier’s every step was brought down heavy, as if he was staking claim to every inch of ground his foot touched. As he carried Scout, he noticed that the boy would rest his chin in the crook of Engineer’s neck when he thought the man wasn’t paying attention. As if he could forget the weight on his back. As if he could forget the warm, yammering weight that breathed in his ear and kept brushing his cheek against the Engineer’s. Accidentally, of course. “Hey, Hardhat! Look at me! Look at me!†Engineer was broken out of his reverie by Scout’s shouting, and Engineer shook his head to clear his thoughts. “Why don’t ya take a picture, huh?†The kid asked, narrowing his eyes at Engineer. “You’ve been starin’ at us the past five minutes.†“Well, how ‘bout that…†Engineer muttered, halfway to himself. “GET YOUR HEAD OUT OF THE CLOUDS AND INTO THE WARZONE, PRIVATE!†Soldier barked, shaking his fist at Engineer. “You never know when the enemy could strike!†Soldier glared at Engineer like he had just fumbled some important mission. “Whateva’, toolbox. Suit yourself. I know I’m good lookin’, but keep that queer stuff to yourself.†Scout grinned and waggled his eyebrows. It was Engineer’s turn to glare. “Now, boy-“ “ENOUGH CHATTING, PRIVATES!†Soldier bellowed, once again interrupting. “You ladies need to get some shut-eye while I keep watch!†Scout grumbled something, rubbing his arms in the cold. He moved even closer to the fire, so close now that his and Soldier’s knees were almost touching. Again, Engineer was noticing things. Too many things. “’Ey, look!†Scout said, pointing upwards at the sky. “Full moon out tonight. Whaddaya know?†Engineer let out a low whistle. “Would’ja look at that?†Silence settled over the ground as the men made themselves more comfortable, retreating into their own minds. Ten minutes later, Engineer saw that once more, Soldier’s promise to keep watch meant nothing. The man had again fallen asleep clutching his launcher, his snores echoing around the campfire. Scout was watching the fire with half-lidded eyes, and Engineer could see that he was having trouble keeping them open. His head was propped up on his hands, and he was leaning towards the flames in an effort to catch more heat. Engineer almost chuckled at his weariness. It was rare not to see the kid zipping around like a gnat. With a yawn, Scout stretched his arms up towards the sky, and sat back on the log. He found it interesting how Soldier was able to fall asleep against the cold metal of his launcher; however, he found it best not to think too much about the motives of a man who launched rockets at his own feet. Scout, on the other hand, had given in to his weariness, and with it, had abandoned some of his pride. He had rested his head on Soldier’s shoulder , tentative at first, but when he realized how enjoyable it was compared to his own hands, he gave up. Maybe he had forgotten that Engineer was still awake. Engineer smiled lightly to himself, watching the scene unfold before him. In their waking hours, his team mates could never imagine themselves doing this. Scout would scoff and call it ‘queer’, and Soldier would shout something about ‘nancy boys’. With a content sigh, Scout nuzzled his face in Soldier’s shoulder, and Engineer could almost swear the boy was smiling. Little fella’ was probably dreaming already. In his slumber, Scout’s mouth hung slightly open, and Engineer was fairly sure he was drooling on Soldier’s coat. Heaving a sigh of his own, Engineer laid back on the cool ground, staring up at the clear night sky. As he drifted off to sleep, his gaze flickered between the full moon and his team mates. “Now ain’t that a purty picture,†Engineer muttered. Whether he was referring to the moon, or the sight of his teammates…well, hell, even he wasn’t quite sure. --- AN: So, you remember what I said about build-up? Yeah, I really like it...
I love build-up as well. Keep going! I am so eager to see more of it.
Grinning like a loon and I don't even care. I always imagine that Scout yaps on and on because he doesn't like the quiet. Engie and Solly probably don't mind the silence at all whatsoever, but I guess to Scout, it's unnerving. Ouch. As one who has had her fair share of sprained ankles, I can totally sympathize. Sprained ankles may not be the worst thing to happen, but when they do happen, it's scary and painful as fuck. I don't blame Scout for being so spooked after the fall even though it's still partially his fault, the little dumbass. And here I think is the chapter where Soldier shines. The way he sorta breaks the intimidating and gruff character he's always held up yet not being out of character when he shows worry after Scout's accident is very touching without breaking character. (and how he readily accepts Engie's half assed excuses.) It's subtle and I like it. Poor engie's suddenly aware of everything now, it's a bit funny yet sweet as he observes the relationships with his teammates slowly evolve. Build up. I loves it.
I like buildup, too. WE'RE LIKE SIBLINGS OR SOMETHING. Keep up the good work. I like how freaking adorable this is. (No, seriously - I don't write angst and death and destruction all the time. SERIOUSLY.)
Great update! Really curious as to how your going to turn their relationship more...intimate.
Oh, you guys. Stop making me blush. I'm so glad to see that this story is so loved! Reading your guys' comments make me so happy! And what is this...? >>31 Two Refined. Oh. Please excuse me while I hold my hand over my heart and catch my breath. It's such an honor to know you read my story; and liked it too! You have made my week! Update should be within the week. Oh, and >>32? Me too, me too...
Steve, I hate your long updates but it's so worth waiting. Keep writing this man. I'm curious whats gonna happen.
Two Refined. Oh. Please excuse me while I hold my hand over my heart and catch my breath. It's such an honor to know you read my story; and liked it too! You have made my week! If you're trying to butter me up... It's working.
Sir, I beg you, I need the rest of this story. Or else I just might die-I'M SERIOUS.
PLEASE, MOAR. This fic is adorable and I am totally digging this pairing. Three of my favorite characters together, yes please. Let's hope they never get to that base, they need to keep sleeping out by the fire together like this.
MOAR!!!
YEAH.
uguu
I'm enjoying this muchly! Please do continue, stories with buildups are the best, especially if they're continued.
SHIT! I thought this got updated...Nope :(
more plz? this is so great!
MOARRRR.
Soldier woke up with Scout’s head in his lap, a phenomenon that left even the loud-mouth military man speechless. His hat askew, the young man breathed in and out against the inside of Soldier’s thigh. Sheer befuddlement at this situation gripped Soldier, and he tried not to move. However, a muscle in his leg suddenly twitched, and Scout responded by shifting. This shifting, however, left them in an even stranger position, and Soldier was suddenly aware of hot, deep breaths through the fabric of his slacks. Soldier let out a breath he’d been holding. Scout, in his slumber, smiled sleepily and nuzzled his face deeper. “Sweet Lady Liberty...†--------- Engineer cracked open his eyes, squinting up against the just-rising sun. He was blissfully unaware of the fact that, five minutes before he woke up, Scout’s (also blissfully unaware) face had been nestled between Soldier’s thighs. Now the young man lay on the ground, groaning about his back and half-heartedly smacking Soldier’s ankles. The military man, moments earlier, had stood up suddenly, dislodging Scout and causing him to wake up and fall with an ‘oomph!’ to the ground. “Goddamn, brotha’, why you gotta be so fuckin’ weird?†Scout slurred, his speech hazy since he was still half-asleep. Soldier only responded with a gruff “Negatory,†and declared that they should get moving. ------------ Feet blistered and stomachs in knots, the three Americans walked. Well, Engineer walked. Soldier marched, and Scout clung to Engineer’s back as he was carried piggy-back, his feet idly swinging and pushed up close against Engineer’s thighs. If Soldier was tired, he didn’t show it. He remained stoic, his helmeted head forward, tipped low over his face. Engineer idly wondered if he ever got a tan line running across the middle of his face from that helmet. When Scout wasn’t yapping, he was blowing in Engineer’s ear. This was alternatively annoying and worrying. After each breath, Engineer could only hope that Scout didn’t notice him shivering. “Hold it!†Soldier suddenly barked, thrusting his shovel in front of them. They stopped, and Scout slid down from Engineer’s back. The sudden rush of Scout’s chest rubbing against his back, and the removal of warmth caused Engineer to stand up rod-straight, feeling almost as if the wind had been knocked right out of him. Soldier eyed the horizon suspiciously, craning his neck from side to side. “Hey, what’s the big idea?†Scout asked, stretching his legs, being careful not to put too much weight on his sprained ankle. “We’re-“ “Shut it, son,†Soldier said, warningly, shaking his shovel in Scout’s face. “…all is not quiet on the western front.†“Dude, what the fuck does that even mean?†Scout said, rolling his eyes and pushing the shovel away. Engineer sighed and stood up straight, wanting nothing more than to have his back popped. For a twitchy little thing, carrying Scout and trying to ignore the breaths at his neck was like trying to heave a bag of cement onto the bed of a pickup truck. Soldier regarded both of them for a moment, hardly believing how sloppy his comrades had become. Take a man out of the battlefield for a day, he turns into a nancy. Constant vigilance was what won wars. “…REDs.†Soldier let the word hang in the air. Engineer tensed up. “Where?†Soldier continued eyeing the horizon. Just ahead of them was Teufort, alright. It just so happened to be their luck that they’d stumbled upon territory that belonged to the REDs. Scout held out his hands in disbelief. “You gotta be kiddin’ me! We come all this way, I nearly lose a leg, I’m starvin’, and now you’re tellin’ me we’re on the wrong side of the base? You’re jokin’, man!†“Calm yerself down, mister!†Engineer said, resisting the urge to grab Scout by the back of his collar. “Yer hollerin’s just gonna alert them!†“Yeah, I’d like to see ‘em try! Sprained ankle or not, I’ll bash their heads in!†Just like him to be a cocky little bastard, even in the face of danger. That was a quality that Engineer silently admired. However, outwardly, Engineer was looking at him with a look of disapproval. Soldier, however, clapped Scout on the back. â€Good thinking, son! Let them know we’re not scared! Let the cowards come out and face us!†Engineer’s jaw nearly dropped. Had the sun finally baked away (what was left of) Soldier’s mind? It was ten minutes before Soldier’s suspicions were confirmed. Specks of red in the distance turned out to be more than just sandstone; they were a red shirt and a red jacket, their owners with their backs turned. If the REDs were to turn around, they would be spotted in no time. Engineer wanted to run the opposite direction, maybe lay low behind a boulder until the REDs moved. However, Scout just dug his heels into Engineer’s thighs when he started backing up cautiously, mumbling low, “Don’t be a coward, ya queer. There’s jus’ two, we can take ‘em.†The two REDs were sitting down, talking, their backs still to the BLUs. As they got closer, Engineer saw that, ironically, the RED men were a Soldier and a Scout. Probably surveying the area for pesky BLUs; but what a twist it was that they hadn’t even noticed the BLUs approaching. Scout slid down from Engineer’s back , the corners of his mouth upturning in a cruel grin. They had no idea. From this distance, Scout could plant a bullet in the back of his counterpart’s head before he could notice he was being shot at. They’d hear the rocket coming, they could dodge that. They’d have a much harder time dodging a bullet that was nearly as spritely as the man who fired it. Scout reached around and pulled out his Scattergun, and lifted a finger to his mouth, motioning for Engineer to be quiet. Still grinning, he loaded up his last six bullets, and pulled the trigger. …and missed. -------- “Hey hey hey!†The RED Scout shrieked, standing up and whipping around. Engineer had to do a double take at seeing a Scout move so fast again; he hadn’t seen a Scout move like that in days now. He half expected the man to move with a limp. “MAGGOT BLUS!†The RED Soldier roared, lifting his rocket launcher up onto his shoulder. “I SHOULD HAVE EXPECTED NOTHING LESS THAN A SNEAK ATTACK FROM COWARDS LIKE YOU!†Until that moment, Soldier had been silent; stopping his marching to walk forward with a stillness that Engineer hadn’t thought was possible. But the offending Soldier’s words riled something in him, and he shouldered his Direct Hit in a matter of seconds. “COWARDS LIKE US?†Soldier fumed, what was visible of his face turning a violent red. “Oooh, now you done it!†Scout taunted, waving his Scattergun in the air. “You just unleashed a force’a’nature, pally,†The RED Soldier sneered. “I WILL RAIN DOWN AN UNHOLY FIRESTORM OF PAIN UPON YOU, MAG-“ Boom. The end of Soldier’s Direct Hit smoked slightly, and what was once a RED Soldier was now a pile of limbs. Soldier grinned, satisfied, and turned his eyes to the RED Scout, whose stare looked like it could burn a hole through a man. Even with Respawn, the death of a team mate still took a toll; not to mention it hurt like hell to see a friend gibbed like that. “You think I’m gonna let you get away with that?†The RED growled, pulling out his Scattergun. “Now, boy…†Engineer began, voice low with caution. “There’s three of us, and only one of you.†The RED sneered and waved his bat in the air at them. “I’d like to see ya try. I’m the real Scout here.†Scout, eyebrows furrowed, limped forward and brandished his own bat. “Oh yeah, Chucklenuts? I’ve been walkin’ around this God-forsaken desert the past two days, and I bet I could still beat your face in!†“Now, now, boys, I’m sure we could settle this like-†Engineer’s words of reason were interrupted by the RED suddenly charging forward, bat in the air, and swinging it at Scout. Despite his ankle, Scout was still able to dodge the swing, barreling forward and around the enemy Scout. Coming up behind him, Scout threw Engineer a worrying grin, cocking his own bat back. When his bat hit its chosen mark (the RED’s shin), the RED let out a shriek. He jerked around fiercely and brought his Scattergun up, striking Scout in the face. Engineer could see him turn his head and cough out blood, but that didn’t deter him in the slightest. He wiped his mouth across his other, still bandaged hand and smirked. Tilting his bat back, he brought it forward and hit it into the RED’s ankle. The RED howled in pain, and Scout began choking out a scathing laugh. “Ahaha! Take that, ya sorrysob! ‘Ey, Engie, did ya see th-“ Scout’s bragging was suddenly interrupted as his counterpart took his own Scattergun and fired three shots at Scout’s head. Scout ducked, but not quite fast enough. “Ayyyyyeeee!†Scout let out a gut-wrenching shriek, clutching his shoulder, “H-He shot me! He shot me!†Soldier, watching from a few feet away, was suddenly struck by two extreme feelings; the first was to throw Scout over his shoulder and run like hell, the second was to claw his way down this bastard RED’s throat and tear out his very soul. Soldier’s gaze turned murderous, and Scout was just glad not to be on the receiving line of it this time. The RED Scout was doubled over, laughing at his counterpart. He didn’t even notice Soldier coming up behind him until the shovel was lodged in his skull. Engineer averted his eyes. Hand to hand combat wasn’t something he often did; the feel of skin giving way to his wrench just didn’t appeal to him. It seemed so cruel. He instead preferred to stand behind a sentry. He felt better knowing that it wasn’t his hand that ended a life, but instead the aim of a well calculated machine. Scout, however, watched with rapt fascination as Soldier brought his shovel down again, striking the RED’s head with a firm thwack, accompanied by a loud squelching noise. Soldier’s eyes were wide and wild, a streak of blood strewn across his cheek. “NOT SO FUNNY NOW, IS IT, SHORTSTOP?!†Soldier’s shoulders heaved as he breathed in deep, exhilaration racing through his blood. Soldier raised his head, looking up past his helmet’s rim darkly. Scout could only just see a glimpse of his eyes, but it took a lot of nerve not to look away. He nearly winced. “No RED touches one of my men and walks away alive.†With a nod and a grunt, Soldier hoisted his shovel across his shoulder and wiped his bloodied cheek on his sleeve. “Well…†Engineer said, letting out a long whistle. “That jackrabbit ain’t gonna be runnin’ anytime soon.†Engineer’s heart clenched just a little as he looked down at what used to be a Scout. The resemblance to their own Scout was startling. Just the same except for his shirt color. Engineer surprised himself with just how much the thought of seeing their Scout with his head dented in made his blood boil. After saying a silent prayer for the unfortunate RED, he turned to inspect Scout’s shoulder. It turned out that Scout might have exaggerated his wounds a bit; the bullet hadn’t actually entered his shoulder, it had only grazed it. However, that didn’t stop the boy from wailing like a banshee and declaring that his shoulder was broken. While Soldier wiped the blood from his hands on his slacks, Engineer was busying himself with cleaning the boy up, pressing his handkerchief to Scout’s spouting wound. In addition to the bullet, Scout had a gash across his forehead and a busted lip. “C’mere, you. I’m not havin’ ya travel with a cut bleedin’ like that,†Engineer said stubbornly, pushing Scout down onto a nearby rock. Observing the glaring Scout, Engineer resisted the urge to lick his finger and rub at a spot of dirt on Scout’s cheek. Pulling a tattered rag from his pocket, he ran it across Scout’s forehead, dabbing at the cut and wiping away some blood that was beginning to dry in Scout’s eyebrow. “I’m fuckin’ dyin’, man, why me? It’s like I’m the fuckin’ REDs’ punchin’ bag,†Scout grumbled, his words slightly gargled as he spoke through the blood. “Hush up, boy, you’re just lucky it wasn’t you on the receiving end of Solly’s shovel,†Engineer warned. Scout glowered, but Engineer ignored him, instead choosing to trail his thumb across Scout’s lower lip, wiping away a trail of fresh blood. Scout’s eyebrows shot up, but he remained silent, even when Engineer brought his rag up and, a bit gentler this time, massaged the kid’s temple. Scout kept his eyes trained on Engineer’s. Engineer brought up his other hand and adjusted Scout’s hat, setting it straight on his head. Smiling a little, he mumbled, “Good as new,†and looked at Scout, suddenly noticing that the kid had his eyes trained on him. A bit stunned, Engineer couldn’t help but stare back. The corner of Scout’s mouth upturned in a smirk. “Like what ya see, hardhat? You keep starin’ like that and I’ll-“ “WHEN YOU LADIES ARE FINISHED TENDING TO YOUR PAPERCUTS, MAYBE WE CAN GET MOVING!†Soldier shouted, coming up behind the two of them and rapping Engineer on the helmet with this shovel. Engineer nearly jumped three feet in the air. “Now, dagnabbit, Solly! You can’t just sneak up behind me like that, not when there might be more REDs around!†“Oh, I’m sorry, did I offend your delicate sensibilities? GET OVER IT AND GET MOVING, PRIVATE!†--------- They walked on, covered in sweat and the blood of REDs. They had swiped some bottled waters from the enemy Scout’s bag, and they were walking with a little more spring in their steps. Well, Engineer and Soldier were walking. Scout was perched on Soldier’s back this time, slumped against man’s shoulders. Soldier had muttered something about ‘responsibility’ and heaved the boy across his shoulder. Scout’s fists hammered on Soldier’s back for a while, before Soldier consented to carrying the boy piggy-back. Engineer couldn’t resist chuckling a little at the sight of Scout, asleep, with his face nuzzled in the back of Soldier’s neck. When the boy wasn’t yammering about ‘batting a thousand’, he was kind of endearing. To avoid any more encounters with REDs, they had opted to widen their berth between them and the RED side of the base. It had meant a couple extra miles, but with Scout asleep, the journey had been quieter, and, consequently, faster. Night was steadily approaching, the sun sinking low. Engineer could see a hint of blue; rusted steel walls and fortified fences. One more night out under the stars, and then they should be home. Sitting down, Engineer suddenly became acutely aware of how hungry he was. He hadn’t eaten in over twenty-four hours, and it felt like his stomach was trying to digest itself. Soldier crouched low and slid Scout from his back, gentle enough so as not to wake the kid. Engineer was impressed; it was rare to see a softer side of Soldier, but hell, this escapade was bringing out all kinds of different sides to his team mates. Scout mumbled sleepily to himself before wrapping his arms around his knees and curling himself into a ball. Soldier stood back up straight and begin undoing the buttons on his jacket, starting at his collar and working his way down. Engineer kept his eyes averted, for the most part, hardly daring to risk getting caught gawking. Soldier shrugged out his jacket, and as he did, let out a grunt. Folding the garment, he leaned down and lifted up Scout’s head, sliding the cloth under the kid’s head, almost like a make-shift pillow. Engineer smiled to himself and glanced back down at the fire he was working at, pretending he hadn’t seen. Soldier didn’t like being seen during his weaker moments. Soldier groaned, reaching his arms up over his head and stretching. Engineer glanced upwards, his eyes hovering over Soldier’s flexing shoulders, and ignored the burning feeling that suddenly fell over his face. His eyes flitted downwards, paying no attention to the strip of skin exposed as Soldier stretched, until they came to rest on the man’s side. “Oh! Wh-what in tarnation...?†Engineer’s eyes widened, and he dropped the stick he was stroking the fire with. “What happened?†Engineer stood up quickly, and rushed over to inspect Soldier’s side. A spot of red bloomed on Soldier’s white undershirt. A quick glance at Soldier’s jacket revealed a splotch of blood that Engineer had failed to notice; Scout’s flailing legs had covered it up for the majority of the journey. “Flesh wound,†Soldier grumbled, batting away Engineer’s hand. “Nothing to concern yourself with.†Soldier’s voice was low, warning. Engineer looked over at Scout, who was still deep in blood-inspired slumber. To avoid waking the kid, he lowered his voice. “But what happened? Solly, have you been walking all day like this? Why didn’t ya tell me?†Engineer frowned. It looked like it might be more serious than Soldier was letting on. “I’m fine.†Soldier shifted uncomfortably. “Better let me have a look-see,†Engineer said, reaching for the edge of Soldier’s undershirt. Soldier grumbled, but allowed it. After pulling up the shirt and ignoring the sight of Soldier’s jutting hipbone, Engineer’s noticed the purple bruise spreading across Soldier’s side, and the jagged cut in the middle of the wound. “Shrapnel,†Soldier muttered, wincing as Engineer lightly ran his fingers across the bruise. “Whoo-ee…Medic’s gonna have his work cut out fer him when we get back.†His hand still resting on Soldier’s side, Engineer let his eyes follow the line of his hip. “Yes…he will.†Engineer shook his head and blinked. “Have his work cut out for him, that is.†Engineer quickly pulled his hand back, his cheeks burning. He was just glad the sun was down so that Soldier couldn’t see how red his face had just become. “You faggots gonna keep touchin’ each other like that all night?†A cocky voice sounded, and Engineer craned his neck around to see Scout smirking like the smug son of a bitch he was. ----- I apologize for the long wait for this update, and I apologize even more for the (quasi) cliffhanger. But just wanted to let you know that things are about to get real interesting in here...
Let me just pick my jaw up and glue it back on. That, my friend, was my favorite chapter yet, by far! Amazing work, as always. Can't wait to see what happens next.
I love you
Ok I absolutely love this. But the cliffhanger is just too much, need to see the next update nao...
I've said it many times and I'll say it again: I can't wait for the next update. I love seeing all the improvements you make!
Support: I gives it.
Trying to contain this shrieking giggle inside at the discovery of an update. Oh Scout! I know I tend to focus on Scout a lot in my reviews, but it's probably because he practically waltzes right into trouble, smiling cockily and oblivious to any and all impending doom. And when he does get hurt for his stupidity, he ends up being such a baby about it. But this! This is worth the biggest facepalm yet and my only response is to say Oh Scout! and not even in an endearing way either but more of a "You fool! What have you done?!" way. Jesus, how has that rabbit not died yet? (I kid, he's my fav character, but that still doesn't exempt him from the stupid situations he gets himself into. Ay yi yi... ) Anyways, Solly was pure awesome this chap, especially him going into murderous rage when Scout gets injured. I also loved the moments when he lets out his softer side, very sweet for a crazy guy. And I find myself enjoying Engie being a mother hen way too much. This whole story is just killing me with sheer glee, it's like I'm being spoiled with everything I ever wanted in a fic, and that darn cliffhanger does NOT help matters! I demand updates quickly! Quickly I say!
god, i just cum in my pants THINKING about what's going to happen next!!!!!
I know emoticons are against the rules but lets just pretend I typed a thousand smiley faces. FINALLY AN UPDATE! I am so happy but now back to the depression of waiting and wondering what's going to happen...
I always love possessive Soldier. And stringing everything along as innocently as possible for as long as possible. Doesn't mean I'm not excited to see the porn when it happens though. I'm eagerly anticipating that moment, in fact!
I'm so glad this was the first tf2 slash fic I decided to read. Eagerly awaiting moar.
YO STEVE. WHY YOU SO FUCKING AMAZING WITH WORDS OVER THERE? No, but seriously, well done. Veryyy well done.
Okay.
moar
This is so well done! I can't wait for the next part.
>>59 AUGH
-see the thread updated -clicks on it, excited -realizes it's just someone commenting for more -HOPES AND DREAMS RUINED //trollface
what where's the update this is upsetting
I hope you update soon!
:D >>63 D:
Ugh. Well since this has been bumped anyway I might as well comment now. I am thoroughly enjoying this story, it's is written wonderfully and all three characters are well in character. Curse the ones who bump and have nothing constructive to say. Steve, you are doing a wonderful job and I eagerly await more.
Oh hai Mr.Update. Oh there isn't an update? WHY? Steve I know you're busy being sexy and stuff over in Kansas but seriously-- START WRITING NOW.
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Please continue! I love the story!
Oh wow! this is amazing the character personalities are spot on, looking foward to the update!
Your Solly. Your. SOLLY. Never stop writing these.
DAMMIT!! I thought there was an update >:O
God dammit MovesLikeJagger. Stop with the emoticons. Captcha: fword eparlial
What's the big deal wit emoticons, for curiosity's sake?
Apparently their childish. And crap, I thought there was an update. *sigh*
Your neighborhood modster here, reminding you guys that the rules are are clearly stated on the frontpage: http://tf2chan.net/news.php?p=rules >>75 *actions* are discouraged as well. We ask that you try not to use them excessively either, so just keep that in mind. A *sigh* isn't anything of much concern, but if you start getting into *glomps* or *squees* we're gonna have problems (and this is directed to everyone in general, not SniperTheMedic specifically. You're fine.) I guess while I'm here I'll add this, bumping fics isn't exactly breaking any rules, but it would be very courteous to your fellow channers to put the word "sage" in the E-mail field at the upper right before adding a comment. There are about 30 comments here from the last update, and most of them are contribute nothing other than the desire for an update. If you continue to post comments such as "moar" or "bump" or the like, it will be considered as spam, which IS a bannable offense. Whining about these people bumping the threads is also a no-no. Pretty much the point is, if someone has already made a comment expressing the desire for an update or asking for the courtesy of a sage, then you don't need to comment unless you're adding something else to the conversation. Authors have lives and are probably juggling multiple projects at a time. Steve will update when they feel like it. This isn't their job and continuing to post inane comments won't make them work faster. So just chill. Relax. Good things come to those who wait.
Sorry about that, It won't happen again. And I know that they have lives. I'm not trying to rush, but it sure looks like I am. My apologies.
Just started reading this and saw the last post was about a month ago! Is the writer still around? It's a great read.
>>78 Hey, this is the writer. Don't worry, I'm still around! Just that funny little thing called 'life' has a way of...well...getting in the way, haha. I haven't abandoned this story, just give me a couple days. I'd also like to thank all of my readers for being so gracious and patient!
I'll wait until the end of time. Aha, well maybe exaggerating, but I will wait patiently. Life is pretty annoying, huh?
Another supporter of this fic chiming in. I'm not even one for Scout -- ever -- but in my eyes in this story he acts as a foil for Engineer and Soldier to show their softer sides. The dynamic is fantastically played out and I am fully enjoying it. Looking forward to the update. P.S. jesus christ will the rest of you stop thinking about sex for fifteen goddamn seconds holy balls this is not PWP stop treating it like it is
This is so fantastic and I really hope this gets continued soon, bro! :>
>>82 Good sir, read the earlier posts and see how many times this was bumped and the people's reactions to said bumps.
>>82 My hopes and dreams were just bashed but it was needed. Please, Steve, soon.
Easy, guys. OP will surely deliver in due time.
I think I would probably face a lynching if I didn't sage. This fic is really, REALLY great. The buildup is very nice, and I would love to see more. I hope the author hasn't forgotten about this story....
oh wow can you please ban the absolute shit out of whoever that is I mean jesus sage goes in the email field AND underagebannn
>>87 I hate you. I hate you with all of my heart.
Didn't Kilo make a thread for you to please read, in which it says to put sage in the email field to keep threads past the first page from being bumped? People have absolutely no idea how to listen...
AND THEN IMMEDIATELY TWO MORE IDIOTS DONT SAGE WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH YOU PEOPLE
hurr hurr(IT ONLY TAKES ME A SECOND TO BAN EVERY ONE OF YOU.)
Since it is clear to me that this thread has been derailed beyond the point of no return, this shit is getting locked. Steve, you are welcome to start a new thread should you ever return to this story. But I have declared this thread DEAD and none of you maggots can bring it back.