Rain Drop: A TF2 fan fic

It was raining again, then again it always seemed to be raining at sawmill. He didn't mind the rain, but he couldn't say the same for the rest of the blu team. They seemed to think the rain was acid, especially their pyro. That little fire bug avoided the rain and most water like it was the plague. He looked up at the black storm clouds rolling in. Looks like today's battle is going to get canceled. Not two minutes after he thought this, did the administrator call out a ceasefire. He stood up stretching his legs and rolling his shoulders. Man, Im getting to old for this stuff.

He grabbed a dry rag and started drying off the end of his rifle. He always took care of his equipment; it was like a part of him. In the beginning when he first came to sawmill, he could remember a time when he didn't constantly have his rifle strapped to his back or his kukri at his side. He shook his head. He was young and foolish back then. He soon learned if you didn't have a weapon on you at all times, you were a sitting duck. Once he was sure his rifle was completely dry, he carefully set it down. He glanced over at the trap door that lead down a ladder and into the blu base. No one down there is going to miss you and come looking for you.

He slid his kukri inside his vest, and stepped out of the window next to him, carefully walking out onto the roof. Finding a good spot with a nice view, he sat down on the roof. Taking off his hat and pocketing his sunglasses, he pointed his face upwards and closed his eyes. He smiled softly as he let the tears he was holding in trickle down his face mixing in with the rain. It felt so good letting himself go, usually he had to hide his feelings. In war the last thing you want people thinking is that your weak and can't handle fighting. Up here no one judges me, and that's why I like it here. But as he was relaxing in the rain, he didn't see the blu spy watching him from inside the snipers nest.

The blu spy frowned. What is that crazy sniper doing out there? He's getting soaked. The blu spy opened his mouth to yell at the man to come inside, but then closed it as he noticed the snipers shoulders were shaking. Was he crying? Why would he be out here crying? He stepped back from the window and turned to go back down to the base. Better leave him alone…but he looks like he needs a friend…or at least a sympathetic ear. He shook his head. Damn it man! You're a spy! You can't be "friends" with people…you never know when your "friend" might be your enemy. He climbed down the ladder and shut the door behind him.

After his eyes started stinging from his tears, he decided it was time to head in. As he climbed back into his nest, he couldn't help but notice the scent of French cologne and cigarettes. He quickly pulled his kukri out and started hacking around the nest hoping to hit a red spy. He frowned when he realized he was alone. Did I imagine it? Then he saw the cigarette butt. He picked it up and carefully looked at it. The cigarette was brown like the ones the blu spy smoked, not white like the red spy smoked. Why the hell was the blu spy up here? And where is he now? He looked back over his shoulder at the open window. He let out a loud sigh. That damn spy saw me crying…great…now everyone will think im unfit for war. He grabbed his rifle and quickly headed down the ladder. Time to find that spook.

The blu spy was just looking over some of the new red Intel he had stolen from their base, when he heard a loud knock at his door. Looking up from his papers, he frowned. Damn it, can't I get some peace around here? He put the papers back into the folder, and stood up. Walking over to a map of France, he pushed it aside and unlocked his wall safe, slipping the folder into the safe and locked it. Adjusting the map slightly, he turned and walked over to the door and slid his eye slot open and looked out. "Oui? Who is it?" "It's me ya bloody spook, now open the door!" The spies frown deepened. "What do you want sniper?" "I need to ask ya something, so open up." "Fine, give me a moment."

The spy slid the eye slot closed. He didn't want to let the sniper in…but...he really didn't think the sniper would go away. He quickly opened the door. The sniper rudely shoved him into his room and locked the door behind him. Noticing the snipers hostility the spy quickly pulled his butterfly knife out. "Sniper…do not make me hurt you…" "Aw put that away ya spook, I ain't here to kill ya." The spy flicked the knife closed but did not let his guard down.

The sniper pulled off his hat and ran his hand through his hair. Damn spooks, they always make me nervous. The blu spy gestured to a chair. "Sit sniper, and ask what you came to ask, I 'ave work to do." The sniper sat down and sighed. "Mate…I need to ask ya if you were up in my nest earlier today." The blu spy stiffened. "Oui…I was." "Well…did ya see anything…odd when you were up there?" The sniper looked up at the spy. "Non…I had come up there to tell you dinner was ready, but I did not find you so I left." The sniper nodded. "Ya sure? Cause if ya saw something odd up there…it might be one of those things you keep to yourself…" The spy watched as the sniper pulled his kukri out and rested it on his lap. "Ya get my meaning, spook?" "Oui…I believe I do sniper…"

The sniper stood up and opened the door. Looking over his shoulder at the spy he said "I better not hear anything bout this from our team…else you'll be getting a rude awakening tonight." And with that he closed the door and left the spy standing there rather shaken.

All through dinner the sniper gave the spy a death glare, while the spy tried his best not to look up from his food. "Hey chuckle nuts, im talkin to ya!" The spy looked over at the scout, who was currently stuffing his face and talking at the same time. "Sorry scout, im not really in the mood for your stories." The scouts face fell as the spy excused himself from the table. "Well shit…now who am I gonna tell my kick ass story to?" The spy shook his head as he walked to his room. That scout is a bit too loud for my tastes.

The sniper was in his nest again that night. Like every night. He sighed; he hated having to do night watch. He was about to start watching the red base when he heard a soft knock at his trap door. He raised an eyebrow. Who the hell is that? "Sniper, may I come up?" It was that spook. "Ya sure…" He watched the blu spy pull himself up out of the door. "Whatcha need mate? I was just about to start my night watch." The spy nodded. "Oui, I know…but I think we need to talk about earlier…" The sniper frowned. "Look mate, whatcha saw earlier was nothing ok? I just needed to let out some of my emotions…im fine now ok?" "Sniper…I won't tell anyone…you're not the only one here who cries."

The spy put a gloved hand on the snipers shoulder. The sniper looked up at the spy. The spy softly squeezed the snipers shoulder. "Out here can be tough on anyone…some days all I can do is curl up into a little ball and cry…" The sniper was surprised. "Really mate? I thought you spies were all cold blooded killers." "Oui, most of us are…as for myself I am a cold blooded killer, but that does not mean I am not 'uman." The sniper sighed. "Some times mate…I wonder what the hell we are all fightin for…in this endless war…it really gets to me. Dying and then respawning? It's just not natural…does stuff to ya…I seen men go crazy from it." "Oui it takes some getting use to." "Not to mention, we are all stuck out in the middle of no where…gets lonely ya know?"

The blu spy pulled the sniper up onto his feet and hugged him tight. The sniper sputtered. "Wha…what are ya doin mate?" "Giving you a hug sniper…" The sniper relaxed as he hugged the spy back. Up this close he could smell the mixture of the spy's cologne, cigarettes and soap. The sniper would be lying if he said he didn't like the smell. The spy also noticed the snipers scent, a mixture of coffee, dirt and the distinct smell of sandalwood. They both began nuzzling each others necks, intoxicated by their scents.

The sniper pulled away from the spy, looking down into his deep blue eyes. "Mate…what are we doing here? We don't even know each others names…" The blu spy smiled. "If you promise keep it to yourself I will tell you my name" "Ok then…I promise." The blu spy nodded. "My name is Remi…what about you?" "Ace" Remi giggled. "What…" Ace looked at Remi. "Your name…it's cute." Remi smiled as he looked up at Ace. Ace smiled as he hugged Remi tighter. "Thanks."

Remi pulled away and took Ace's hand and lead him outside onto the roof. Ace looked at Remi wondering what he was doing. Remi carefully pushed Ace down till he was sitting on the roof. He then took the chance to sit in Ace's lap. Ace smiled as he felt the first few drops of rain. Remi looked at Ace, wondering if he would cry tonight, but then relaxed as he saw Ace smile. "I don't think I need to cry tonight…" As the rain started falling down harder and faster, they cuddled each other.

Remi ran his eyes over Ace's face. Short dark brown hair, with cute sideburns…green eyes that reminded Remi of the forest, a slightly pinkish scar on his left cheek (from a run in with an enemy spy). He was perfect. Remi raised his hands to his face and pulled his mask off so Ace could see his face. Ace looked intently at Remi, taking in every inch of his face. Medium length dark curly hair, deep blue eyes that reminded Ace of the ocean, his face was smooth and had no scars. Ace leaned in and kissed Remi softly on his lips. Remi wrapped his arms behind Ace's neck, deepening the kiss. Ace smiled against Remi's soft lips, realizing this was the first time he had ever kissed someone in the rain…he liked it. They both stayed in each others arms watching the rain fall, smiling softly knowing that neither of them were crying.