1 . Name: Romero Zombie @ 2011-11-05 22:45

Finally delurking here 'n a little bit nervous about it.
I saw some Soldier/Spy demand, and since I had this catching dust since May, I thought I might as well start it up again.
However, I am a native German speaker, and even though I grew up with English, I am sure I am far from perfect - thus I'd appreciate it if someone was willing to beta read this for me.
Next to that, I also got the same Preview problems as Cyan mentioned, so I'm sorry if this looks a little wonky.
Title is from a song by the German Rock Band 'Die Ärzte'.


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“Get the hell outta here, ya filthy snake!” Sniper yelled as he pushed a struggling Spy out of his camper van.
“Oh come on, cheri, you cannot seriously be sour about one little Malheur…”
“One little Malheur?! Do you think I’m bloody blind or something? You go over there and shag the RED’s Sniper, and as if that isn’t bad enough, you thought you’d just go and do half of the enemy team as well! And you expect me to just take it like that and that’s it?”
“Well, actually, it’s been only 3 as of yet-“
“I don’t give a bloody damn how many it were, you fucken betrayed me and I don’t wanna deal with that kinda shit from you anymore!”
He finally threw the Spy out of the door, glaring at him through the dark lenses of his shades. Said Spy almost fell down to the ground, but caught himself in the last moment. With a sneer he crossed his arms and glared back at the Sniper.
“You’re far too sensitive, mon Sniper. I don’t see how such little flings like that would bother you this much.”
It took all the Sniper’s willpower not to explode and strangle the BLU rogue to death, his jaw clenching and hands gripping door and frame so hard he thought it might break. He could feel himself shivering with anger, but he finally opted to take a deep breath and let it go.
“I see talking about this matter won’t make no sense. You’re obviously less smart than I thought. That, or…Never mind.”
He shook his head to clear his thoughts.
“Leave now. And I don’t wanna see you around here again. It’s over.”
He finally closed the door in front of the other’s face.
Spy looked stupefied at the door, not believing that he had just been dumped.
This was exactly the reason why relationships among your own team members were bad. It could kill the team balance as well; however, he was confident that the Sniper was more professional than that and wouldn’t try anything stupid while they were in the middle of battle.
At least he hoped it.
He started to feel angry himself, but no, he could not allow that – he needed to get himself under control.
He took out his disguise kit, drawing out a cigarette and lighting it. Turning around, he looked over the gravel pit on the BLU’s grounds, the setting sun painting everything in red and yellow hues. He sighed and decided to make his way back to the base.
He was about halfway there when a silhouette caught his peripheral view.
It was a hunched figure; the retreating light covered it in a dark blanket.
Spy would’ve normally just gone on and dealt with his own business, but for some reason he found himself approaching it.
It was no one of the enemy team, that was for sure, because who in their right mind would just sit in the enemy’s base and hang around there? And there was only one other person next to Sniper who would go out that far into solitude.
The BLU’s Soldier.
Now, the Spy didn’t really have much of a relationship with him – the one thing that kind of bound them together was the fact that they both led their group of mercenaries.
One would think they’d probably be the worst combination for that job, seeing as how they were so different – but it actually worked perfectly.
While one was passionate, brash and boisterous about everything, the other was cold, calm and calculating.
Whenever Soldier came up with a new strategy, Spy would look it over and perfect it with his more rational and reasonable mind.
It was a strange sight however, seeing them work calmly and without any kind of argument over a new plan, whilst on other days, Soldier would curse Spy for being a faggot French ass. Not that Spy cared; he never really took it personally. He knew it was just the other’s way to blow some steam off, usually taking it out on whoever was in his way.
However, lately something had changed.
He was just a few feet away from Soldier when he stopped. “Bonsoir, mon ami. What brings you out here this fine evening?”
The Soldier’s head swerved quickly to his side, the helmet swaying with it. He clutched his shovel to himself, snarling at the incomer. “What the hell are you doing sneaking up on me, faggot?”
Spy immediately retaliated by lifting his hands in a surrendering motion. “No sneaking here, I merely happened to come by,” he answered him.
Soldier seemed to contemplate this, and since his jacket had been left at the base, leaving him in his white shirt, Spy could see the muscles in his back tense and finally relax, signalling that he could proceed safely. He threw away his cigarette and quickly lit two more, offering the second one to Solly, who took it with a quiet thanks.
They shared a few minutes in silence.
Soldier actually flinched slightly when Spy spoke up again.
“Something is wrong with you, my friend. And do not even try to deny that, I notice everything. I’m a Spy for a reason.” The silence encouraged him to continue. “It’s just a guess, but I would say… it is something concerning a certain RED Demoman?”
Solly simply sighed loudly.
“See, this is what I mean. You’re not as loud as you usually are. Maybe no one else noticed it, but I did. At first you took all of your rage and sorrow out on the battlefield. But it appears your will is weakening. It makes you sick, doesn’t it? Being left by a dear friend just like that? Being…alone?” He stared at the Kevlar helmet, not a single movement visible.
“What’s it matter to you,” Soldier finally spoke up. Spy sat down on a stray rock.
“Why, since we’re both essential to our team’s arrangements and order, I am sure you realize that it is important we are at our best of perfomance.”
Soldier huffed. “No reason to be worried about anything. I can have my moments too. And I can pull myself out of it. Easy.”
Spy kept silent this time and stood up, walking towards Soldier.
He slid his hand over the strong shoulders, a slight smirk adorning his face as he felt those hard muscles tense underneath his touch. Solly glared at the hand that stopped its track on his right arm.
“I know you feel that you must do everything on your own and don’t want any help. But I can assure you, a helping hand can do wonders,” Spy almost purred into his ear. Soldier turned back to him, the close proximity making him growl.
“Why aren’t you at your faggot boyfriend’s now?”
Like getting an electric shock, Spy pulled back again, his smirk exchanged for a frown.
“He broke up with me. It is pretty much the reason for my wandering tonight.”
“Oh, so now you think you can run around an infect others with your faggotry?”
Spy turned around, ready to make his way to the base again. “I accept that you are adverse to the idea of friendly company with anyone on your own team and rather stay out here sulking. I, myself, shall proceed to drown myself with a bottle of Merlot. Bonne Nuit, Monsieur.”
Soldier threw the cigarette onto the floor, crushing it with his boot heel, staring back at the sun that was only a thin sliver over the horizon.


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It was already late into the night when Spy gazed at the wall on his room, sitting on his desk chair and his second glass of wine in hand, when there was a knock on the door.
Spy already had an idea as to who it could be, as there usually was only one other person that dared to disturb him that late in the night.
"I'm here."
The door opened and Scout entered, staring at him.
"So it's true?" he asked, doorknob in hand.
"What?"
Scout kicked the door closed and walked towards the Spy's bed.
"Yanno, 'bout you 'n Snipes."
He threw himself onto the bed, arms crossed behind his head and one leg propped up on the other.
"How would you know?" Spy asked, an eyebrow raised.
Scout shrugged.
"Guess Snipes told Engie, and he musta talked with Medic 'bout it, cause Pyro got it from 'em, and he told me 'bout it."
"What are you? A bunch of housewives exchanging rumours?" Spy growled.
Scout rolled his eyes. "Hey, don't worry, I'm sure they're not badmouthin' ya. They're probably just worried."
"Oh really? What would they be worried about? I don't think it is any of their business. And why is the Engineer suddenly going around and telling everyone about another’s relationship status?"
"Now you're just dramatizing it.."
"Am not."
"You are."
The Spy glared at the boy, then sighed and rubbed his temples.
Scout knew that usually one would say something to comfort the other, but he wasn't exactly empathic, so he rather kept his mouth shut unless he might even worsen the Spy's mood. The Spy, however, noticed the conflict on the Scout's face, and decided to just let it go.
"Don't worry, I'll get over it. I guess I just had a little bit too much wine," he said with a soft voice. Scout nodded uncertainly.
"Well, you know...if ya want, I could just stay the night..." he suggested sheepishly. Spy contemplated this for a second then shook his head.
"No, I don't think that's a good idea. I'd rather be alone tonight."
"Alright then..."
He got up, ready to leave him for the night, looking slightly forlorn. Spy couldn't bear to see him so downcast.
"But maybe we could play a card game tomorrow night. It might do me some good to get distracted. I just need tonight to myself."
Scout immediately lightened up and nodded enthusiastically.
"Sure, I'll just go then and see if anyone else will join! Night, Spook!"
Spy waved after him and Scout was gone with the bang of the door.
Back to sulking.