Authors Notes: I’m only going to say this here, and you won’t have to see it for the rest of the story. I do not and never will own any of the characters form Team Fortress 2. (QAQ) This is my first fanfiction so please bear with me, and review, I would really appreciate the feedback. For now the rating will be T although it might change as I keep writing, yes I do plan to make this slash just I don’t have any idea of who I might pair Engineer with on the other team. Anny suggestions are much appreciated. BETA’s WANTED (please pm me) Enjoy~! +++ Fire Fight It was the quiet of ceasefire that got a man thinking. There must have been a faster way to blow up an enemy base, than pushing a cylinder of c4 into the main computer, why the administrators of BLU wouldn’t let the men send in a spy with a super sapper or a scout with one of Demoman's sticky launchers, just baffled him. When he brought it up to his superiors he was hit with a sharp reminder of who pays their salary and not even medic, a man who seems to be able to find things wrong with a fine day in Texas could complain. Sitting on a crate sipping, in the frosty alpines of barn blitz, a cola in one hand, and a wallet sized picture of a stout little boy wearing goggles and corduroy overalls, hugging a baggy old dog, and grinning like a fool who was missing his front teeth. Engineer sighed. Normally he was a stickler for the rules preferring old things to new, but this one case was a peeve of his, it got his mind going and it just refused to stop. If they were allowed to work faster, their employers would save exuberant amounts of money, and most importantly there would be fewer lives lost. And it wasn’t like death was not a normal occurrence, it as a daily constant, but it would give the temperamental respawn system less chances to fry his team mates. Although it’s best not to dwell on those matters, after all you can’t hope to change everything, although he preferred to think he could make tweaked to things if he headed to. Engineer sighs and after taking a healthy swig of cola, draining it or its remanding contents gingerly, he setting down the now empty pop bottle. Of course he had tried liquor before (and liked the tastes of some of the more expensive wines, smother whiskeys, and sweater meads). But he preferred not to waste himself on the piss tasting cheep beers that got popped open after a day out on the hot spot, that and the taste of it made him felt like he would start tossing his cookies all over after a bottle and a half. But for the most part besides the head splitting hangovers, tossed cookies, and mornings were he could not remember the previous nights, he didn’t like losing control around strangers too much risk he might let some confidential information slip. And any how he preferred the sweat and bubbly taste of pop, to the burning acrid taste of liquor, he even swiped a few of scouts Bonk cans, much to the young Bostonian’s great displeasure, although that was only when the hot blooded youth caught sight of engineer taking a nip off one, that he threatened to give him a “Real beatin’,†if he were to take another one of “them†cans. However most of the time, which was often Scout didn’t even notice that one of his precious cans had gone missing. Engineer shivered the as a cool wind blew through his light polyester shirt, he probably should have grabbed a jacket before heading out into the wintery open air of Barn blitz. But he was too preoccupied with his thoughts and had just wanted to get away from the hustle and bustle of an after fight meeting lead by Solder, which was mainly an excuse for him to yell at the team, for not pushing the cart fast enough, or not dominating there RED counter parts. Engineer looked up to see the sun starting its final dance, and figured that it was about time to head in. "They probably didn't even realize I was gone." He sighed. "Quite the contrary my dear laborer." said a distinctive French lilt. Engineer jumped, turning his head, he was met with a face full of blue pinstripe, "Heh, didn't see ya’ there Spah," Spy waved his hand, shrugging it off, and paused to take a long drag of his cigarette, "There was no need to make my presence known." He said exhaling a cloud of smoke, and warm air. "Fair enough," Engineer said pulling out a crumpled pack of death sticks from his side pouch, he gestured towards Spy, "Care tah’ help me with a light?" Spy looks up into the sky as if he was pondering how to end world hunger, and reached into the breast pocket of his crisp vest. Retrieving a lighter, he opens and lights it with one swift flick of the wrist. "I might be able to do something." He grins, and extends the hand holding the lighter to the Engineer. "Thanks," he said lighting up and taking a few steadying puffs they smoked in silence for a time, "The RED's appear to be missing ... that new scout they hired, you know the annoying one." Engineer grinned, "Spah' all those string beans are anoyin', and how d'ya find all that gully wash out? “ "Well, I disguised as ‘him and when there engineer saw me he ran straight to me an’ asked if I was ok, and were... I think it was 'In Sam hill had I gone’, and that he never meant for the teleporter's to mess up, but he kept asking if I was ok, and if I was hungry 'etcetera. He kept apologizing until I put him out his misery. " Said Spy said dismissively with a wave of his hand. Engineer made a face "Said all that did he?" Spy nods "well I'll be," Engineer took one last drag before tossing the butt to the ground and squashing out the small ember. " I’ma head in" Spy nodded and flicked his butt to the ground. "Shall we?" Engineer and Spy tromped inside, Spy gave a sharp nod to Engineer then disappeared around a corner. Engineer on the other hand went straight to the kitchen to make himself a steaming pot of coffee and maybe grab a bite to eat. There were only a few people still milling around the common room / kitchen, seeing as most of the team had retorted to their own private quarters, Demoman was sprawled out on the couch, and Heavy and Medic were engrossed in a game of cards. No one seemed to notice the stout Texan as he walked in, which was perfectly alright with him. Pouring himself a cup of hot Joe, Engineer went over to the fridge got out a container of yesterday's Mac ' cheese, and walked on over to the microwave, only to find a note in blocky hand writing that could only belong to the solder -make a real microwave - Engineer frowned, what was this? the seventh microwave this season? Grumbling Engineer sat down at the end of the long speckled fake marble table and dug into his cold dinner. Stumbling out of the white respawn room Engineer, rubes his arm felling phantom pains pulsing through it, damn that red pyro, damn him and his garage shop flame thrower. Stepping out of the base and on to his teleporter, its blades spinning faster and faster, until right before the teleportation sequence was about to initiate, did he hear a crackle of electricity, "Spah' sa-" and that was all he could say before he was face to face with a very confused red engineer. "What in Sam hill" Engineer reached for his pistol. Two high pitched beeps sounded, and engineer was down on the ground cursing to himself, and counting on the cover of the red dispenser, wounded and at the mercy of his enemy. +++ Thanks so much for reading, please review, :3
Interesting, however I noticed that you occasionally slip between past tense and present tense. Also, there was no page break or anything to indicate the transition to the last scene...which made it look like Engie was still eating his mac n cheese when he walked out of the base and got sapped. I'm not familiar with alcoholic drinks at all, so I'm not sure if you meant to say "sweeter meads" instead of "sweater meads". You wrote that the team had "retorted" to their own private quarters when you meant to say "retreated". Some misplaced dialogue takes, some their/they're/there mistakes, and some occasional misspellings of names and/or failure to capitalize.
There were a lot of spelling mistakes. Usually I tend to ignore them, but there were enough to distract me from reading it properly. Maybe you could get someone to beta it? I'd really love to see where you'll be taking this story! Also, like what #2 said, you need to break from scene to scene. I got very lost very easily.