fem!Scout/fem!Scout thing.
Slightly revised, I dunno about it though.


She first saw the new scout at the beginning of the daily battle.

The last one was out of commission with a broken ribcage from none other than the best friggin' scout in BLU. Or RED for that matter.

Chucklehead should have moved faster.

She was sprinting towards the point, reloading the Force when she saw him, a blur of red above her.
Dang, those guys could hustle on the replacements.
Whatever, the chump would be gone soon.
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She saw the scout again the next day.
She was gulping down a sandvich she had jacked from the fatass when he approached.

Except 'he' looked an awful lot like a she.
But naw, he couldn't be. She was the girl here. Nobody encroached on Scout’s turf.

Besides, it was fricken' hard to get hired if you were female.
Not that she had trouble, or anything.
But this guy would. If he hadn't been a guy. Which he was.
Aw shit, this was confusing.

Whatever, she was probably seeing things.
Not that her vision was bad. Shit no.
It was the… the sandvich. Yeah, like they made lardycakes talk to himself, see? They made you go kinda crazy and shit.

Dang, he could go pretty fast though.
And his aim looked steady.
You know, for a cowardly wimp. Like him.
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So if she pointed out her substantial kill count for the day to Soldier or reminisced loudly about how well she did in scout training, it was totally of her own accord.

And if she had happened to make a show of lampooning everyone in the vicinity’s masculinity and gleefully avoiding reciprocation it was just coincided with any doubts she could have been having.

But wasn’t having.
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Except maybe not.

Because pretty much as soon as she got up the rickety-ass stairs to the ledge she ran headfirst into the guy.

Actually, the girl.
Because yeah, she was one. Whatever, she was probably an ugly shovelface, what with a lanky frame like that and-

Oh.
Well maybe not.

‘Cause she was kinda pretty. A bit.
A tiny, tiny bit.

But she was awfully scrawny.
And her boobs were kinda small.
Smaller than Scout's by, eh, maybe an inch around?
Oh shit oh shit no she was sorta staring at her chest.
Crap, play it cool, just... gazing at. Uh. That. Wall.

Yeah, nice wall.

When the other girl smirked and turned to run, it presented the perfect opportunity to examine RED’s equipment standards.

Specifically, why their pants were so tight.
‘Cause seriously, she could practically see her butt.
Well, the outline of it.

Sheesh, it was awfully round. And firm.
Did she do, like lunges or something?
Her fitness probably sucked. Like she did.
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Man, that was odd.
When they fought here, Scout liked to head for the buildings near the point first.
Clearly her enemy had different ideas.

She wasn’t looking for her.
She was just fighting where she might show up.
Bam!
Say goodbye to your stupid sword, boozeface.
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At Christmas, both teams would get a week off.
Medic would cross over to the RED base to confer with his counterpart. The engineers would open up a few beers and swap stories.

Scout would not brush her hair and scrounge up some clean clothes.
She would not grab two cans of Bonk! and shuffle inconspicuously to the RED base.

Absolutely not.