The red team's sniper sat at the kitchen table, boots up on the table, holding a cup of coffee and reading the newspaper. It was an early Saturday morning, so early he didn't expect to see anyone up, much less see the spy fully dressed in his best suit. Setting down the paper, he turned to look at the spy. "Uh Renard, ya do know it's Saturday, and we have a ceasefire right?" "Oui, Archer, I know I just 'ave some business in the city I must take care of." Archer raised an eyebrow at this. "And that's why you're wearin your best suit huh?" "Oui now if you will excuse me I 'ave a bit of a trip and do not wish to be late." And with that Renard left Archer wondering what he was up to.
Pulling his keys out of his pocket, Renard unlocked his mini cooper. After putting on his seatbelt and fiddling with the radio, Renard pulled out of the Red base and drove towards the city. But what he did not notice was the soldier's jeep following him, and that Archer was driving
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 a
Musical Healing: A TF2 Story
Ivan was in the kitchen making another sandvich, when the good doctor came up behind him and hugged him. Ivan at first stiffened but then relaxed as he realized who it was. "Hello doktor." Ivan turned around to face the doctor. "How many times have I told you mein liebling to call me Jacob?" Ivan hung his head. "I is stupid heavy, I sorry doktor." Jacob sighed. "It's ok Ivan, I actually like how you say doctor it's cute." Ivan looked up and smiled at Jacob. "So vhat is you making?" Ivan held up the sandvich. "Ah vell I vouldn't vant to distract you from your food " Ivan looked at the doctor and raised an eyebrow. Jacob winked at Ivan. It took him a few seconds to put two and two together. "Doktor is talking about " Jacob raised a finger to Ivan's lips to shush him, and then nodded. Ivan grinned at Jacob.
Jacob then took Ivan's hand and led him to his room in the infirmary. Closing and then locking the door behind them, Jacob pushed Ivan till he was sitting on
Nine Lives, a Half Life 2 ficNine Lives
My Human always took good care of me. I liked him, most of the time. His home was my home, it wasn't big but it was big enough for me. My territory was not just his den, because I could get out through the breeze-maker, and smell other Humans and other dens. Some of them had cats too. Many of those were my brothers and sisters, but we hardly ever saw each other except through the metal bars of the breeze-makers.
His homes were always my homes. I knew from the start that he was a good Human to have, to care for me. Even though sometimes, I didn't think much of what happened to us him or me. He didn't always live in one place. So I didn't always, either. But I went with him. Sometimes, I don't think he knew it was me. I always knew it was him, though.
My story isn't very long, I'm afraid. But I was told that it was a 'cautionary tale', for those that come after me. My lives are spent, but others might still have some left. Before I join the all-in-one, where my new frie